Date: Thu, 12 May 2005 09:38:20 -0400
From: Gunther  <paranoid.android@angelhaven.com>
Subject: Croatian summer 1982

First I want to apologize if the language I'm using is not all correct.
Coming from Austria, I'm native in German. I tried my best, but I'm sure
the language is not as fluent, and descriptions might sound awkward to a
native English speaker.

This is my story, it tells what happened to me when I was a teenager. The
memories have been haunting me ever since, and I know that these events
changed my life. I never told anybody what truly happened this summer, when
I lost not only my virginity, but my innocence as well.

The story describes sex between men and a boy. Those who might be offended
by this subject or are not of legal age in their country to read such a
story , don't read.

PART 1

Summer 82 I was thirteen, turning 14 in September, and I had started to
grow from a boy to a man. Though later than most other boys I knew, finally
my pubic hair started to grow and my cock that had always been quite big
became thicker and longer two. I had curly blond hair that grew to my
shoulders and was about 5.4 ft. tall.

Every summer my parents went to Croatia ( by that time still Yugoslavia )
for 2 weeks. This year we went to the island of Krk, where we stayed in a
nice apartment close to the beautiful beach.

As long as I can remember I had always been interested in naked bodies,
especially male bodies. In would always spy on guys in dressing rooms in
the public pools or on my classmates after sports, I could spend hours
under the shower in public pools watching adults shower naked.

The best thing about summer holidays in Croatia was that there was always
an unofficial nude beach close by, and that was a great chance to get a
view of naked people.

I had started to masturbate some years ago, and most of the time my
jerk-off fantasies had something to do with nude boys or men.

My parents were very religious, in an evangelical-fundamentalist way. I had
been taught that everything connected to sex was sin.

So I felt very guilty about my dirty thoughts and dreams.

That summer 82, I started to explore the environment right on the day we
arrived. My parents were sunbathing the whole day long and did not really
care what I was doing as long as I showed up every once in a while. I had
already noticed that next to the public beach there was a peninsula with
wild trees and bushes, and, already an expert in these things, I was
convinced that this was an unofficial nude beach.

So I wandered in this direction looking for a path that led there. Soon I
found a small pebble path that lead into the bushes and after endless turns
in partially thick coppice I landed on a beach and - bingo - it was a nude
beach! Unfortunately it was the usual suspects - older German couples with
beer-bellies or families with little children. So I walked a little further
and found out that this peninsula stretched out wide with the perfect
environment for voyeurs like me: lots of bushes and trees, then again
meadows followed by thick coppice and, every once in a while, paths that
led into the woods.

So I explored the whole area thoroughly, sure to come here every day.

The second day was a beautiful hot summer day, and as soon as my parents
had found their sunbathing place, I told them I was going for a walk.

I took my towel, sneakers, sun lotion and off I went, walking fast to the
nude beach. The place was not very crowded,. And as soon as I got there I
took of my Speedos. The fresh air and the whole atmosphere made my cock
grow stiff which was kind of embarrassing but nobody seemed to look.

So I went to the remote area with the bushes. I sat down on a
glade. Suddenly an older man came by. He stared at me and my hard-on which
was 8 inches by then. And then he followed the path into the woods. When I
turned around a little later I saw him standing on the path, about 50
meters away, jerking off. That made my cock even harder. I did not really
know what to do and where to look, but suddenly the man came up to me.

He said something in Croatian to me. As I did not answer, he asked in
broken German if I wanted to go for a walk with him. I nodded OK, and when
I got up my heart was beating fast. What had I gotten myself into? The guy
was about 40 years or so, a little bald, he looked Mediterranean.

He told me to follow him to a place in the shade. He led me through the
coppice until the path ended. He folded his towel on the ground and we sat
down.

"Ah, here it's nice and cool", he said. I was staring at his erect cock.

"What's your name?"

'I'm Herbert".

"Where you from? Deutschland?"

"No, Austria"

"You here with parents on holiday?"

"Yes"

During this conversation, my heart was beating so fast and loud and I was
very nervous. Then he touched my arm.

"How old are you?"

"I'm thirteen, I'll be 14 in September"

Then he reached over and touched my stiff cock. "Thirteen and already so
very big!" My dick grew rock-hard. He took it fully into his hand and
started to slowly stroke it. I was speechless, breathing heavily. He leaned
forward, laying me on the back. He took my hand and put it on his hard hot
cock. It was the first time I touched another cock. The whole situation
turned me on so much that I forgot everything around. I only felt him
jerking me off and his cock in my hand and it was so sensational. I felt
the heat rise within me and then I shot a huge load of cum all over myself
and him and the towel. He was so excited that he shot immediately after me.

It took me minutes to calm down again, I was exhausted, I had never done or
felt anything like this before. He told me I was a nice boy and that we had
to clean off the cum, so he gave me his towel. Then we went back to the
glade where I had my stuff. "Bye", he said, "maybe I'll
 see you again one of the next days?" and then he disappeared in the woods.

I was sitting there, not knowing what to think or do. This had been my
first sexual experience with a guy.

My heart was still beating fast due to the excitement and lust; on the
other hand I felt a little shameful and guilty.

I decided to go back to my parents, but before that I took a long swim to
wash off the cum...


PART 2

My guilty feelings kept me awake all night, or was it the memories and
fantasies of sex with a man? I had a boner but did not jack off. Sleep hit
me in the morning, and when I finally woke up my parents had already gone
to the beach. The little demon in me was driving me back to the nude beach,
whereas on the other hand I felt guilty and was convinced I was going to
hell for what I had done. I made a compromise with myself and went to the
beach and spent the day with my parents. In the afternoon clouds rose up
and a thunderstorm with wind and rain drove us off the beach.

That night, lust and sexual fantasies overcame my feelings of guilt and I
masturbated, thinking of the encounter with the guy.

The next day was beautiful and sunny again. My mind was made up - I was
going to the nude beach again. But unfortunately my parents had different
plans and we went on a boat trip.

Another night full of fantasies and desire went by. The next day nothing
was to prevent me from going there again.

I arrived at the remote area and nobody was around. Perhaps it was too
early? I strolled around through the bushes, took the remotest paths, but
all I found was used condoms and handkerchiefs with cum stains. This made
me so excited that I jerked off alone.

My parents had decided that they were going to an folk exhibition in the
late afternoon. I begged them to be allowed to stay on the beach, and after
some negotiations it was decided that I could stay there. My mind was made
up - I would return to the beach, because in the late afternoon there would
be more action there.

When I arrived at the remote beach area, there were indeed some guys
strolling around, some of them nude, some off them in shorts. I was
insecure and did not really know what to do, so I just walked around,
pretending not to notice the glances some of the guys were throwing at
me. This time I had not taken off my Speedos, but my cock was rock-hard and
sticking out of the waistband. I noticed one athletic guy, around 25 or so,
with olive-dark skin and a hairy chest, not to tall, but quite muscular. He
had on blue shorts. I saw him following another guy into the woods. As
nobody else was around, I followed them. The path was windy and let into
thick scrubland. All of a sudden I saw the muscular guy leaning against a
tree, his shorts down to the ankles, and another nude guy kneeling in front
of him. I stopped and sneaked around a bush to have a closer view.

What a view! The muscular guy had a huge fat dick sticking out and the
kneeling guy was licking the shaft of the dick. I was totally excited.

That was more than I had dreamt of in my wildest fantasies. The kneeling
man - a tall, red-blonde guy about 35 or so, was swallowing this huge dick
that did not totally fit into his mouth, and the other guy was moaning in
pleasure. This picture turned me on, so I took my swollen dick out of my
Speedos. I was wet with pre-cum and started to stroke my dick. The nude guy
got up and I saw a long, rather thin penis sticking out of his red-blonde
pubic hair. He grabbed the other guy's dick and started to stroke it. I was
beating my meat and did not notice the guy who sneaked up to me. Suddenly I
was touched from behind. I let out a cry, almost jumping away. I saw a
middle aged man with a huge stiff cock standing there, grabbing at my
cock. "Shht", he said, " I did not want to scare you! Let me help you with
this..." and he pointed at my hard-on. He spoke German.

The two other guys had heard my cry as well. Mr. Muscular was looking in my
direction, grinning. The German grabbed my cock. I was so mesmerized; I did
not react at all. Suddenly the guy was kneeling in front of me and took my
cock in his mouth. Oh my God, this was unbelievable.

The sensation of a wet mouth around my dick was almost unbearable. I felt
the guy grabbing my ass and pushing my cock into him. The same time I saw
the hot looking muscular guy exploding into loads of cum, shooting all over
the place. That was too much; I let out a loud groan and shot a huge load
into the Germans mouth. The orgasm was so heavy that I literally saw
stars. The German was milking my dick until the last drop of cum was out; I
had to lean on his shoulders, because my knees were so weak. Then the
German got up and went over to the tall red-blonde and started to suck his
dick.

I was still totally in awe. I woke up from my dreams when Mr. Muscular came
over to me. He winked at me and whispered in broken English "Me see you
other day!" Then he smiled and went away.

I had not realized that it had turned quite late, so I pulled up my Speedos
and hurried back to the public beach, hoping my parents had not returned.

I was lucky. I arrived at the apartment with enough time left to take a
shower before my parents returned.

That evening the fight between guilt and sexual wishes once again tormented
me. What I had done was certainly a major sin. But it had felt so
unbelievable good...


PART 3

The next day, my parents went to Plitvice, a long and boring trip, and I
had to join them. We came home late in the evening. All day long I had been
thinking about the sexual encounter. I had never even heard of guys sucking
other guys' cocks. It had been great. I could not really understand what
made a guy want to do it to you, but when I thought about the picture of
the red-blonde licking the muscular guy's shaft, I started to imagine what
it would be like to touch this enormous organ with my tongue. These
thoughts gave me hard-ons all the time, which was very embarrassing. I
could not help but jerk off in a public toilet.

The next day I was still thinking of the muscular guy. So I went to the
nude beach, but once again there was nobody around. I took the path to the
woods where I had watched the encounter, but there was nobody there. On my
way back I almost ran into an older guy, about 60 or so. He had gray hair
and spectacles. His penis was long and his balls were huge. He smiled at
me, but I went off. I was thinking about the last week and the sexual
experiences I had made. It had never occurred to me that I could be
gay. Men attracted me, and my two sexual experiences had been with men.

Unfortunately we were busy again this afternoon. We made a trip to Rijeka,
a big city. I found myself staring at the young guys that were hanging
around in the city center, especially at the bulges in their jeans. We had
dinner in a nice restaurant, and the handsome young waiter winked at me. My
whole world had turned sexual.

The other day I spent swimming and sunbathing. In the late afternoon I told
my parents I was going to a hotel further up the beach where there was a
beach volleyball game had been announced. This was of course an excuse;
actually I went to the nude beach.

Sunday evening, and a lot of guys around. I almost ran into a boy probably
two or three years older than me. He was tanned, with black hair and dark
eyes, the total opposite of me. He grinned at me with white teeth. My dick
went stiff. He said something in Croatian that I could not understand. As I
did not react he gave me a sign to follow him. He took another path into
the bushes. Then he stopped, put a finger on his lips and pointed at a
group of man behind a tree. There were three guys, two of them obviously
young locals. They were dark haired, with lean, muscular bodies. The
red-blonde I had seen before was kneeling in front of them, taking their
cocks in his mouth in turns. While we watched the scene, the boy took his
cock out of his cutoffs and started jerking off. I did not know where to
look - the hot scene behind the tree or the beautiful young lad next to
me. The action was getting hotter. One of the guys wildly fucked the
red-blondes mouth. The other guy went behind the kneeling man and helped
him up. Then he started slamming his cock on the man's ass. What were they
going to do?  The boy grinned at me and made the fuck sign. He pointed at
the bulge in my Speedos, inviting me to take my cock out. Before I could do
this, I heard the guys groan and watched shocked how the young guy inserted
his penis in the red-blonde's ass. He groaned and moaned and soon the guy
was fucking him while he sucked off the other one. My companion let out a
moan and shot cum out of his beautiful dick. I was fascinated seeing his
young body shake with pleasure. My Speedos were sticking wet of pre-cum. I
could not help but grab my cock and beat it as fast as I could. Meanwhile
the Croatian was fucking the red-blondes ass like a madman, shouting words
in Croatian, then he pulled out his cock and shot loads of jism on the guys
back. The other Croatian pulled his cock out of the guy's mouth and shot
his load in the guy's face. I had never seen somebody fuck before. I had
seen porn magazines with dicks in women's cunts, but this was real. There
were guys fucking each other in the ass!  I was close to shooting myself
when I heard somebody behind me. I turned and saw the muscular guy I had
seen days before. He winked at me and I went up to him, my hard cock
sticking out of my Speedos. My heart was beating fast. He was the
attractive guy I had been having fantasies about.

What was he going to do? I was nervous and anxious, but I managed to smile
at him. He took me by the hand and led me deeper into the woods.

He pulled down his shorts and there was this beautiful massive cock. He
pulled off my Speedos and touched my hard cock. I moaned with pleasure.

Then he pressed his lips on mine, entering my mouth with his tongue. It was
strange; I had never been French-kissed before. I felt the stubbles of his
beard scratching my soft cheeks. He tasted of man and smoke. Then he pushed
my face down, making me kneel down before him, and held his cock right in
front of my mouth.

"Eat cock, boy!" he said. His accent was Italian.

This cock was enormous. At least 9 inches long and 21/2 inches fat. Like a
huge sausage. I saw the veins pumping. It smelled of piss, cum, saltwater,
sun lotion. As I did not really know how, I tried to open my mouth as wide
as possible and take his cock in. It tasted salty, masculine, but there was
no way to get this entire piece of meat into my mouth. He pushed forward,
grabbing me by my hair.

"Nice boy, suck cock!", he said, pushing his rod into my mouth. I gagged,
tears running down my face. He fucked my mouth. His rod went deep down my
throat, I could not breathe.

"Go on!" and again, he deep-throated me.

My cock that had been so hard and ready to shoot had gone a little soft due
to the uncomfortable situation. But I had no time to think about it.

He fucked my face, moaning, "Si! Si!" .He grabbed my shoulders and pumped
his cock in and out of my mouth. Then he started groaning loader and
suddenly he shot a huge load into my mouth. I was too slow to react and all
the cum went down my throat, making me gag. It tasted salty, creamy.

He pulled his rock hard weapon out of my mouth and slammed it on my cheek.

 "Buono, ragazzo! Now you!" He grabbed my shoulder, made me get up and
knelt down himself. He took my soft cock into his mouth and started to blow
it. It grew hard within seconds, and the pain was forgotten in an
instant. "Bello cazzo!", he murmured and licked my balls. I had not
realized at least 5 guys were standing around watching us and stroking
their dicks.

This was very hot. My cock felt wonderful. He swallowed the whole shaft,
pushing my foreskin back and forth, gently licking my top. I was breathing
hard. Then he started to play with my ass, putting his hand between my
cheeks, parting them. He started playing with my pucker, which was actually
turning me on. Suddenly there was another guy, dark-skinned as well,
probably Croatian, standing next to me, taking my cock out of the Italian's
mouth. He nodded at him and knelt down to continue what the other one had
been doing. Meanwhile Mr. Muscular got around me and knelt down behind
me. Suddenly there was the sensation of his tongue at my ass-crack, licking
around my virgin hole.

For some reason - before everything that concerned my bum had appeared
dirty and gross - I enjoyed this very much. It was a wonderful sensation to
feel the wet hot tongue probing my anus. When he inserted a finger into my
hole, it sent shivers up my spine and my cock grew harder in the Croatian's
mouth. He sucked me, with one hand beating his own meat.

Then I heard the Italian spit and a second finger invaded my hole. It felt
great though it hurt a little. He pushed in and out. I was very afraid that
he would fuck me like I had seen the other guys do before, knowing I was
not ready for this. But boy, that was exactly what he had in mind.

He got up and I felt his still rock-hard pole against my ass.

"No! Don't! I cannot take it!" I yelled.

But he pushed his huge mushroom against my pucker.

"No!" I tried to get away but the Croatian guy who had stopped sucking me
held me firm.

I was so afraid, and then his massive cock-head tried to fit into my virgin
hole. It hurt like hell. I whimpered, trying to get away, but he just
pushed on. Tears were running down my cheeks.

"Please, please, no!" I begged, but the Italian was merciless. He pushed
forward and forward and I almost fell into the Croatian's arms. His huge
dick just would not slip in. So he spat in his hands and lubed his cock and
tried it once again while I was hoping he would give up, but in vain.

He positioned the cock at my entrance, grabbed my ass and pushed me
back. Oh my God! A shot of pain went through my whole body when his
enormous cock penetrated me. He pushed and pushed and I felt it was a
massive pole inside of me tearing me up inside. Then he slammed back and
pushed forward. I cried in pain, but he started fucking me. Four or five
guys had come close and they were all watching us, masturbating or jerking
each other. The Croatian stroke my soft dick, while the Italian was fucking
me. Although it hurt like hell, there was also lust involved in the whole
thing, and my cock grew semi-hard again.

"You like it, whore!" the Croatian said. The Italian was pumping my ass
wildly, in and out of my sore hole, his pubic hair and balls slamming
against my ass. I He fucked me what seemed and endless time, each thrust
tearing me up, but still giving me loads of pleasure. Then he started
moaning in Italian, and with a deep thrust he shot his cum into my ass. It
felt hot and wet and burning. I cold not believe the relief when he put his
dick out of my ass. My cock was hard and I the Italian knelt down again in
front of me. Then I felt the Croatian inserting his cock into me. By that
time I was so worn out I did not care. It was probably the spunk in my ass
that lubed my tunnel, so it was still sore and hurt but not as much as the
first time.

The Croatian fucked me fast while the Italian played with my cock. When the
Croatian came in my ass, I reached a climax mixed of hurt and unbelievable
pleasure, shooting loads and loads over the Italian's body. I had never
come that much. The Italian was grinning. All the guys around had obviously
enjoyed the show because they were shooting too.

The Croatian slapped my ass; the Italian smiled and said "See you
tomorrow!"

I grabbed my stuff and fled.

In a remote place, I examined my ass. There was cum mixed with blood and
shit running out. It hurt like hell. I felt ashamed, hurt, abused. I wanted
to get away as quickly as possible. I had no idea why what they had done
had turned me on so much.

I never went back to the beach. I was sore for days, and I felt guilty and
sinful. Nevertheless, the memory of this event kept coming up in my dreams
and fantasies, and I was always rock hard.


I never came close to any form of real gay sex for almost 3 years. But
that's another story.