Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2016 09:09:39 +0000
From: Andy Brown <andybrown2000@outlook.com>
Subject: Tutoring Dylan - chapter 11

Tutoring Dylan - chapter 11


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***

From the end of chapter 10:

With a loud groan, his fresh boy-batter burst from his dick straight into
my mouth.  Filling me up with his sweet flavour, he coated my tongue and
the roof with several large spurts.  He grunted loudly, releasing the
intensity of his orgasm.  I quickly placed a hand over his mouth to quieten
the noise.

Finally, he stopped shooting and his soft arse collapsed back down onto my
chest, leaving me with a mouthful of his amazing juice.  I stared up into
his sleepy eyes as I swallowed his load.  As he leaned in for another kiss,
I shared the remnants with him.

Putting his head on my neck, he hugged me close and relaxed.  Within
moments, I found myself with the dead weight of a gorgeous, naked, sleeping
teen on me and I couldn't have been happier.  As I burrowed my face into
his sweaty hair, I took in the scent of my amazing teenage boy.  Soon
enough, I too drifted into a contented slumber.

***


I awoke after another good night's rest.  I was surprised to find myself
alone.  Hearing the sound of running water, I surmised that Dylan must
already be in the shower.

My guess was correct as moments later a vision of teen beauty emerged from
the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.  Beads of water dripped
from his hair, running down his tanned body which glistened in the morning
sunlight.  Despite seeing him naked - or nearly naked - so many times
before, the sight of him still blew me away.  I felt incredibly lucky to be
with him.

"Morning Andy," he said, breaking me out of my daydream.

"Good morning," I yawned in return.  "Sleep well?"

"Great thanks," he replied.  "Though I'm feeling a bit stiff this morning."

"So I can see," I replied as I stared at the tent he was making in the
towel.

"Not there!" he said.  "My shoulders and my legs.  I thought a hot shower
might help, it usually does.  But they're still sore."

"Well I'll have to see what we can do about that later," I told him.  "It's
probably swimming in the sea yesterday that did it.  Battling against the
waves can put a lot of strain on your muscles.  But now I best get showered
and dressed, or we'll be late for breakfast."


***


After finishing breakfast, we made our way out of the restaurant and back
up towards our room.

"Feeling any better?" I asked him, as I opened our bedroom door.

"Not really," he replied.  "I'm still really achy."

"In that case, I best give you a massage," I said.  "I'd planned on giving
you one this evening anyway since it was on your list.  But we may as well
do it now."

Dylan beamed at me.

"So where in particular does it hurt?" I asked him.

"My right hamstring, left inner thigh and my shoulders," he replied.  "Oh,
and the muscles just below my butt too."

"Okay.  Get yourself undressed and then lie down on the bed," I instructed.

With that, he started to take off his clothes.  I watched as this vision of
beauty took off his t-shirt, trainers and socks.  As his shorts came off
and Dylan was left wearing only a pair of bright pink boxer-briefs, I
couldn't help but spring a boner.  Slowly, Dylan pushed down his underwear
to reveal his beautiful penis, which for once was still soft.

I stood transfixed by the sight.  It wasn't until Dylan asked "How do you
want me?" that I snapped out of it.

I realised that my initial thought - 'on top of me with your arse gliding
up and down my cock' - would be rushing things a bit.  "Face up for now,"
came my actual response, as I stripped down to my underwear.

Pouring oil into my hands and rubbing them together, I began on Dylan's
neck and slowly moved down to his shoulders and upper chest.  The silky
smooth feeling of Dylan's skin was beginning to further arouse my cock.  As
I moved to his pecs, I began to swirl my fingers around Dylan's little
nipples, and I couldn't help but focus my attention there for a few
minutes.

Dylan's moans had my rod at its full size, and throbbing inside my pants.
I knew my erection must be obvious to him.

Shifting position, I began working on Dylan's right leg.  I asked him how
he was doing and he said he was beginning to feel much better.  As I oiled
up his leg, I could feel the tightness in his upper thigh, so I began to
focus my attention on that area.

Stretching his leg so that his foot was brought up close to his butt, I
bent his knee so that it was pointing to the right.  This opened up his
inner thigh to be worked on, but also opened up his private area to my
view.  As I began to apply pressure, Dylan gasped and arched his back up in
a sexy way.  Making sure he was okay, I proceeded.

The strokes I was using brought the back of my hand into contact with
Dylan's ball sack.  Dylan's body responded to these touches as his teenage
cock swelled to stand erect at about four and a half inches.  It was
obvious he was enjoying it.  Bringing his leg straight up, I began to push
it back into his chest, allowing me to stretch out his hamstring.

With the right leg stretched, I massaged the back of his leg, letting the
palm of my hand linger a bit as it glided over the tight globe of his
bottom.  I repeated this 4 or 5 times, each time letting my hand caress and
squeeze his right buttock.  On the last pass, I let my fingers just graze
his crevice.  Dylan's response was to moan and sigh with the new
sensations.  I then repeated my actions on his other leg.

Having finished his front side, I asked Dylan to turn over.  OMG!  What a
view!  I imagined the sweet heaven that it will be when I finally get to
slide my cock in between those firm, perfect globes.

I began to massage Dylan's back, spending several minutes kneading his
shoulders and eliciting groans of relief from him.  As I got lower I worked
on his lower back and the top of his butt.  I could tell Dylan was enjoying
the massage as he ground his boy dick into the bed, making his arse sway.
His moans filled the room, along with his heavy breathing.

Pouring a generous amount of oil on his buttocks, a fair bit slid down into
his crack.  Whilst massaging Dylan's rear, I began to apply pressure so as
to spread his cheeks and open up his virgin hole to my view.  I was
mesmerised by the sight.  Moving my left hand off his butt, I reached down
into his arse to bring up the extra oil.  As I did this, my index finger
brushed along his puckered opening.  I could feel Dylan shudder at this new
sensation as I caught my breath, realising what I had just touched.

"Your arse ring looks rather tense," I told him.  "I think it needs to be
massaged."

The thought of breaking into Dylan's teenage, virgin bottom had me
quivering in expectation.  My hard cock felt like it grew another inch in
anticipation.

"You ready?" I asked him.

"No pain, no gain, right?" he responded.

I climbed up on the bed, my knees either side of his own.  "Prepare for a
new move, Dylan."

I massaged once more down his back and up his legs.  Once again, I spent a
fair bit of time kneading his buttocks.  Feeling his cheeks, spreading
them, slapping them, blowing on his exposed boy hole.  As I did so, Dylan
was moaning, groaning, gasping, and grinding his crotch into the bed.

"Are you feeling good, my hot little man?" I asked him.

He nodded his head.

"Do you want me to continue?"

He nodded again.

"I need to hear you say it," I told him as I gave his virgin opening a very
long, firm stroke.

"Mmmmmm, oh god!  Oh fucking god, yes!  Please, whatever you're doing Andy,
I want more.  My body feels all tingly and weird, but I want more!" he
demanded, as he brought his head, and arse, up as he curved his back.

"Mmmm, okay Dylan.  I need you to turn over again."

As he turned over, I hopped off the bed and got my lube and some extra
supplies ready.  Looking back over my shoulder, I could see that his dick
was as hard as ever.  I envied the boy, getting to go through this
experience for the first time ever.  Of course, I was glad that I was the
one getting to do this to him.

With everything now ready, I knelt on the bed and could tell from Dylan's
glazed eyes and slightly vacant look that he was going through a whole new
world of pleasure.  Brushing up the insides of his legs, I swept my hands
over his dick and balls.  He gasped and thrust his hips up to meet my
touch.

I pushed his legs back slightly, exposing his hole.  Then, leaning over, I
latched my mouth over his cock.  Almost immediately, Dylan started to
thrust up into my mouth.  I decided to ride along, watching and feeling him
buck wildly was such a turn on.

Quickly, I coated my index finger with lube and worked my way into his
crevice.  It was so tight and smooth.  His bucking stopped as he felt my
finger at his entrance.  Looking up to his face, I could see his eyes
dancing back and forth.  He was trying to figure out what was going on and
decide if he liked it.  I decided not to give him a choice.  Using one
hand, I pushed his leg forwards slightly, and with the other, I pushed up
into his entrance.  Despite the build-up, there was still quite a bit of
resistance.  I pushed harder.  There was a sharp intake of breath from the
boy.

Success!  My index finger slipped in.  With the amount of force I was
using, it slid in to just past the first knuckle.  My cock twitched at the
feelings of his boy tunnel clamped tight around my digit.  Beneath me,
Dylan quivered from the sensations.  I gave his dick a couple of licks to
divert his attention.

I held still for a minute or so, before pulling my finger out and putting a
thick glob of lube at his puckered entrance.  Slowly I worked it inside his
hole.

After a few minutes of working my digit back and forth, I felt Dylan relax
a little and the noises he was making changed to a contented mewing.
Figuring he was ready for more, I slipped in a second finger.

"Urrrghhh!" he groaned, at the feeling of this new intrusion.

Leaning over I kissed him gently on the lips.

"You're doing great," I told him.

After giving him a little time to get used to having two fingers inside
him, I slowly began to move them out and then back in again.  Gradually,
Dylan began to relax.  I picked up the pace slightly and began to work my
fingers in deeper.

"Fucking hell!" Dylan gasped, as my fingers grazed his boy button.  "What
was that?"

"That's your prostate," I told him.

"Do it again!" he commanded.  I did as he asked, continuing to push my
fingers inside him and work them over his sensitive spot.  Dylan's gasps
and pants began to get louder as he got closer to orgasm.  His eyes closed
as he got lost in the feelings of pleasure he was experiencing.  I poured
some lube onto his throbbing erection, and began to jerk him with my free
hand.

His chute began to go into convulsions around my fingers as his orgasm
began to build.  I sped up my fingering of his arse and plunged by lips
down over his cock.  Reaching the point of no return, Dylan thrust his hips
upwards.  His legs went rock solid and trembled.  He groaned wildly,
causing my penis to throb in lust.  His dick stiffened in my mouth, several
ropes of delectable cum firing over my tongue and down my throat.

Gradually he began to come down from his orgasm, his breathing slowing
down.  I let his boy-rod slip out of me.  Gently, I helped him lower his
legs back onto the bed.

After another minute or so, Dylan's eyes blinked open.

"My god!  That was amazing!" he told me in a breathy voice.

"Glad you liked it," I replied as I brought my lips towards his and shared
the remnants of his cum with him.

Sliding off the bed, I pulled off my underpants, finally releasing my
aching erection.

"Now come over here and suck me off," I told him as I sat down on the sofa.

Dylan came over, speckles of his jizz glistening on his chest.  He knelt
between my legs, reached out to grab my cock, and then slipped the first
couple of inches between his lips.

Swirling his tongue around the head, he soon had me moaning in delight.
Gradually he took another inch or two inside him, settling into a steady
rhythm as he bobbed him head up and down the shaft.

I knew I wouldn't last long.  Having my fingers up Dylan's rear had made me
incredibly horny.  All too soon, I was on the verge of orgasm.

Pulling backwards, my penis slipped out of his mouth.  I gave it a final
few strokes, before exploding all over Dylan's chest and neck, some of it
flying past him and landing on the carpet.  As I looked down at him I
decided he looked at his very best when covered with my cum.

I stood up and pulled Dylan to his feet.  Leaning in, I shared a long, wet
kiss with him, our tongues entwined.  Eventually we broke apart and made
our way to the shower to get cleaned up.

***


After getting cleaned and dressed, we took a stroll down to the beach.
Dylan seemed far more at ease with his nudity today and quickly shed his
clothes without being asked to.  I quickly followed suit.  As I was doing
so, I could see Dylan looking around the beach.

"Can you see Jamie anywhere?" he asked me.

I gave the shoreline a careful scan.  "No," I replied.  "Perhaps they've
gone on an excursion somewhere today.  Or maybe they'll be down here after
lunch."

"Yeah, I suppose," Dylan said, trying - but failing - to hide his
disappointment.  Even after we'd smeared sun-tan lotion on each other,
Dylan still looked gloomy.

"Hey," I said, trying to cheer him up.  "I've brought the cricket set with
me.  Why don't we have a game?"

"Sure.  Why not," he said, still sounding a little glum.

After bashing the stumps into the sand, I tossed Dylan the ball.  Using his
heel, he marked a line for the end of his run-up.  He took several steps
back and then charged in.  Planting his foot just behind the line, he swung
his arm round and fired the ball towards me.  It hit the loose, arid sand
almost a foot in front of me and stopped dead.  Dylan sighed in
exasperation.

"Oh yeah," I said.  "Forgot to tell you.  The tennis ball won't bounce on
sand.  You'll have to bowl underarm."

"Jeez, thanks," he said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

We played cricket for a while, swapping over who was batting every so
often.  Neither of us hit it too far; it was almost midday and the sun was
beaming down so we didn't want to force the other to run a great distance
to collect the ball.

Eventually we were both too tired to carry on, so we packed up the stumps
and made our way over to our towels where we sat down.

"Jeez, that was tiring," Dylan sighed.

"Hey," I replied.  "I thought with all the sport you do, you'd be mega
fit."

"I am!" he shot back.  "But it's just so hot out here.  It really saps your
energy."

"Only teasing," I said as I leaned over and tickled his belly.

Dylan squirmed as my hands roamed over his skin.  As he giggled and
thrashed about, beads of sweat developed on his forehead and dripped down
onto his chest.

"Stop!  Please!" he gasped.  "I can't take anymore."

Seeing how sweaty he was becoming I eased up on him.

"I think we need to get you cooled down," I told him.  "Let's have a swim
in the sea.  I'll race you!"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I stood up and pelted down the sand
towards the water.  It took Dylan a moment or two to realise what I'd said
before he too set off.

With the head start I'd managed to snatch for myself, I was knee deep in
the water before Dylan caught me up.  Flinging himself at me, I tumbled
back and fell into the sea.  We wrestled for a few moments, water spraying
everywhere, our arms and legs writhing around.

Soon though, we tired ourselves out.  Leaning back and floating in the
shallow waters, we allowed the peaceful waves to wash over us, cooling our
bodies down as they did so.

We must have spent a good half an hour simply bobbing in the water,
occasionally using our arms or legs to bring us a little closer to shore
when we began to drift too far out to sea.

"Andy," Dylan called over.  "I'm hungry.  Can we go to lunch soon?"

I looked at my watch.  It was already after 1 o clock.

"Yeah," I called back.  "Let's get back to shore and dry off."

After wading through the water, we made our way back over to our towels.  I
rummaged through the bag and pulled out a pair of blue shorts which I
pulled on.  I then handed Dylan the white thong style speedos he'd worn
last night.

"Really?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied.  "Did you see the looks you got yesterday in the red
ones?  With these on the old ladies won't be able to keep their hands off
you."

"I don't want old ladies putting their hands anywhere near me!" he
retorted, a hint of alarm in his voice.

"And I'm sure there'll be quite a few men springing boners as you walk
past."

I was right.  As we made our way off the beach and back to the hotel bar,
nearly every pair of eyes were on Dylan.  Some ogling his teenage cock and
balls, almost visible through the translucent material.  Others were
checking out his plump posterior which was on display for all to see.


***


Lunch over, we headed back to the beach.  I'd suggested we stay by the pool
where there was more shade, but Dylan insisted on going back to the sea.
It didn't take a genius to work out why; he was hoping Jamie would be
there.

And there he was, in the exact same spot they were in yesterday.  The beach
was practically deserted, most people either still at lunch or keeping out
of the sun.

The red haired lad was once again naked and building sandcastles.  His
mother - equally clothesless - lay reading on a towel, a large straw hat
shading her from the sun.

As soon as he saw them, Dylan made his way over.

"Hi Jamie," he called over, enthusiastically.

"Oh, hi," the younger boy replied, obviously surprised to see the tanned
teenager again.  As Jamie looked down Dylan's body he began to giggle.

"What's so funny?" Dylan asked.

"Your trunks," Jamie replied.  "You can see your bottom."

"Well you saw it yesterday," Dylan said, sounding a little hurt.  "And
anyway, you've got your dick out again."

Jamie could obviously tell he'd upset Dylan's feelings.  "Sorry," he said.
"I didn't mean to upset you."

"That's okay," Dylan replied.  "It's still a bit weird.  Being naked in
public.  It's taking a bit of getting used to."

"Do you fancy a game of football?" the younger boy asked.

"Sure.  Is that okay Uncle Andy?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I replied.  "But you'll need to put some sun lotion on first.  Do
you want me to help you?"

"I thought maybe Jamie might help.  Will you give me a hand Jamie?" he
asked the red haired boy.

"Um...sure," came the reply.

Standing a few feet behind Jamie's mother, Dylan slipped off his trunks and
took the bottle of sun lotion from me.  I smiled to myself, knowing exactly
what Dylan was getting up to.  I'm glad he'd listened to what I'd said
yesterday and was allowing himself to do things with other lads.

Passing the bottle to Jamie, Dylan turned away from his younger friend.
There was a pause.

"Are you going to start?" Dylan asked.

"Um... yeah... sorry."

Squirting a dollop of cream into his palm, Jamie began to work it into the
older boy's back, tentatively at first.  Gradually he eased into it, and
the lotion was soon worked across Dylan's back, neck, arms and legs.

Jamie paused again.

"Dylan?" he said.  "I'm not sure I should do this next bit.  Maybe you
should do it yourself."

"Oh, don't worry," Dylan responded.  "I'm sure you'll do fine."

As Jamie reached his hands towards Dylan's bottom, I could see they were
shaking slightly.  Jamie paused again, his palms resting on the teenage
buttocks.  I was pretty sure this was the first time Jamie had touched
another boys arse, and I'm sure - in my opinion at least - he couldn't have
chosen a nicer one to be his first.

Eventually, he began to move his hands around, working the lotion into
Dylan's cheeks.  Soft moans emanated from Dylan's mouth, and his dick began
to harden.  A few more seconds of rubbing, and Dylan's penis was as hard as
a stick of rock.

Jamie continued to knead Dylan's buttocks for another minute or so.
Suddenly, he stopped, almost as if realising where he was and what he was
doing.  He pulled his hands away.

"I think we better do the other side now," he said to his older friend.
Dylan turned around, presenting his rock-hard shaft to Jamie.

"Bloody hell!" Jamie gasped.  "Your dick's massive!"  It suddenly dawned on
me that despite the fact they'd spent most of yesterday afternoon playing
together, they hadn't seen each other hard yet.

Dylan giggled.  "It's not that big.  Andy's is bigger."

Shit.  Shit.  Shit.  What the hell did he go and say that for!

Thankfully, Jamie didn't register what Dylan had said.  He was too busy
looking at Dylan's cock.  As he did so, his own began to respond.  Soon,
his 3 inch penis was stuck out straight, crowned by a few wisps of red
hair.

"Well," Dylan said, breaking Jamie away from his staring.  "Are you gonna
do my front too?"

"Um... sorry... yeah."

Squirting more lotion onto his palms, the youngster brought his hands up to
Dylan's chest, slowly working them across the developing pecs.  As he
grazed the teenage nipples, Dylan moaned, his cock throbbing.

Taking his time, Jamie worked the cream all over Dylan's chest and abdomen,
then down his arms.  Crouching down, he rubbed up the teenager's legs,
before once again pausing.

"Don't stop," Dylan instructed, second-guessing what was going through
Jamie's head.  "Coat me up down there too."

"Are you sure?" Jamie asked, his voice quivering.

"Perfectly."

I could see Jamie brace himself as he stood back up and squirted a fresh
dollop of lotion onto his right hand.  Slowly, he reached out, placing his
hand flat against the side of Dylan's erection.

Jamie's chest expanded as he took a deep breath in, plucking up the courage
for what he needed to do next.  Achingly slowly, Jamie's fingers began to
curl.  Eventually all 5 digits were wrapped around Dylan's teenage meat.

Dylan gasped.  Jamie looked up.  Dylan smiled back at him and nodded his
head.

Permission granted, Jamie began to work his hand up and down Dylan's shaft,
the sun lotion providing the necessary lubrication.

Jamie brought his other hand up to Dylan's thigh, wiping off some excess
cream.  Bringing this hand up to Dylan's balls, Jamie began to gently knead
them between his fingertips.

"You better stop or I'll..." Dylan panted.

Reluctantly, Jamie gave the cock one last stroke before pulling his hands
away.

"That was wicked," Jamie said, dreamily.

"Yeah, it was," Dylan agreed.  "Shall we play that game of football now?"

Jamie nodded and went over to grab the ball from next to where his mother
lay.  She was still engrossed in her book, completely oblivious to what the
two boys had just been doing.

As the two youngsters headed off with the ball, I spread out a towel next
to her, slipped off my own shorts, and lay down.  As I began working the
sun lotion into my body, she looked up.

"Oh, have the boys gone off?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied.  "They're playing football.  I imagine they'll be at it
most of the afternoon."

"Jolly good," she said, her clipped accent suggesting good breeding.
"It'll allow me to get some reading done without Jamie in my hair all
afternoon.  What are you planning to do... um... oh, how remiss of me, I
never asked your nephew your name."

"It's Andy," I responded.

"And I'm Patricia," she said, holding out her hand.  I shook it, which felt
far too formal when we were both sat here naked.

I took a book out of my bag.  "Snap," I said.  Soon we both settled into
our reading.

After a short while, I heard a phone buzz.  I knew by the tone that it
wasn't mine.  Patricia leant over to her handbag and fished out her mobile.
As she unlocked it and read the message, a worried expression came over her
face.

"Anything wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, it's from a guy I met last night at the bar.  He wants to have dinner
with me tonight and then go out for a few drinks.  We really hit it off
last night and, well, I'm kind of hoping one thing will lead to another."

I nodded my understanding.

"I can't leave Jamie alone all night," she went on.  "And I certainly can't
bring Martin back to my room if Jamie's there."

"No I suppose not," I agreed.

"I don't suppose you could look after him for the night?  He's no trouble.
And he and your nephew seem to be really getting on."

"Um... maybe... but..."

"That's great.  I'll get him showered and changed before dinner and send
him round to your room with his PJs and toothbrush and things.  As I say,
he'll be no trouble.  I'll just let Martin know."

What could I do?  Before I had chance to object, she was already typing her
reply.  Well I suppose it won't be too bad.  Jamie's a nice kid and Dylan
seems to like him.  But it does mean me and Dylan won't be able to do
anything tonight.  Well, there's always tomorrow morning before we catch
the coach back to the airport.


***


By the time the boys returned, I'd read nearly half my book.  It sounded
like they'd had a great afternoon together: playing football, burying each
other in the sand, swimming in the sea, and even having a competition to
see who could pee the highest up a wall next to the beach.

After trading room numbers, we made our way back to the hotel.  Dylan
generated more stares as he walked through reception in his sexy white
swimwear.

As we entered our bedroom, Dylan pulled off his speedos and laid down on
the bed.  I began to unpack our rucksack, hanging the towels on the rails
of the balcony to dry off.

"Are you okay with Jamie sleeping over tonight?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I suppose," he replied.  "I know it means we can't do anything
though."

"Not while Jamie's here, no.  But you like him don't you?"

"Yeah, he's cool for an eleven year old."

"No.  I mean, do you really like him?" I asked.

"Andy!" he squealed, clearly uncomfortable.  I remained silent.  "Yeah, I
guess.  I mean, I don't want him to be my boyfriend or anything.  But it
felt awesome when he was putting the sun tan lotion on me."

"I noticed," I replied, grinning.  "So, would you like a bit of alone time
with him tonight?"

Dylan hesitated.  "No, it's fine.  I can't ask you to go somewhere else
when you've paid for the room."

"It's okay," I reassured him.  "I can go down to the bar.  Have a few
drinks.  If you want to mess around with Jamie, then I'll leave you to it."

"I dunno."

"How about we have a signal," I suggested.  "This evening, when we come
back from dinner, if you want to spend some time with Jamie then just throw
the word 'bananas' into the conversation."

"Bananas?  Why bananas?" he asked.

Reaching over, I picked one out of the fruit bowl.  Turning it around, I
held it level with my crotch.  "Why do you think?"

Dylan blushed and then began to giggle.

"Now.  How about we have a bit of fun before Jamie arrives?" I asked.

Dylan nodded enthusiastically.

"Let's have a shower together," I suggested.

Not needing to be told twice, Dylan hopped off the bead and made his way
into the bathroom.  Once I'd clambered out of my shorts, I joined him.

Dylan was already under the streaming water, his hair damp, clear pearls
cascading down his body.  Opening the shower door, I stepped in alongside
him.

As the water poured down upon us, our lips met.  Slowly, they opened, and
our kiss became a passionate affair, our tongues entwined and our saliva
shared.  Putting a hand around his waist, I pulled him in closer, away from
the flow of water.  I could feel our erections pressing against each other.

Pulling away, I lowered my lips to Dylan's nipple.  I licked it, causing
the little nub at the centre to harden.  My lips plucked at the tiny mound
of flesh, my tongue flicking over it several times.

"Oh, yesssss, Andy," Dylan crooned.  He inhaled, pressing his chest tighter
to my mouth.

Gently sucking on the nipple, I brushed my tongue across it repeatedly,
each time causing Dylan to catch his breath.

Finally, Dylan's nipple was so tender he had to pull back.  He kissed me
quickly on the lips and moved back into the water under the showerhead.  We
embraced again briefly, our chests, bellies, and groins pressing tightly;
our hands cupping each other's arses.

I reached for the shower gel.  Spreading it first on Dylan's chest, I
pressed into him, pushing our chests together to share the lather I had
created.  I squirted a little more of the gel between us as the foam moved
downward toward our bellies and pubes.

Dylan pulled me back just a bit from the water, his hands spreading the
lather and bubbles around my torso.  Reaching out, I made sure Dylan's
shoulders were lathered, then his chest and abdomen.  My hands moved slowly
down, spreading the bubbles through his wet pubes.

Dylan knelt down, carefully washing my cock and balls.  The suds were
building nicely in my pubes, and Dylan pulled them down and around my
hardened cock and balls.  Dylan worked my ballsac gently, lathering it
thoroughly and massaging the orbs between his fingers.

I placed my hands on Dylan's head.  The dark hair was wet, and I combed it
with my fingers as I became lost in the feelings of Dylan's nimble digits
massaging my balls.

Dylan spread more of the bubbles onto my cock.  It was fully hard, standing
up proudly, throbbing in anticipation of the attention it would soon
receive.  Dylan pulled the froth gently up the full length of it, until the
foam completely covered the reddened cockhead.  He blew gently, then a
little harder, his breath driving some of the bubbles away from the little
hole and back down the roundness of the head.  I shivered.

One hand returned to my balls as the other continued to work the hard shaft
of my dick.  Dylan moved very slowly, letting the tension build.

I groaned at the feelings Dylan was generating for me, and unable to
resist, I moved my slick penis through the fingers caressing it.  The slow
jacking was a sweet torture I longed to wallow in forever with this boy.

Finally, Dylan stood and turned me around.  This time Dylan took the gel,
spreading it over my back.  Using some water from the showerhead to help
him, he created a mound of foam that began to slide downward.  Gently, he
caressed my back, letting the bubbles move where they wished.

I pressed back slightly into the pressure of Dylan's hands.  The tight
kneading of Dylan's fingers combined with the very gentle movement of the
wet bubbles downward from the middle of my back was glorious.  The froth
trickled onto the mounds of my arse and continued downward, some of it
sliding along my crack, tingling as it did so.

Dylan's hands roamed the small of my back, his fingers pressing and
pulling.  Moving lower, he caressed the smooth flesh of my buttocks.  At
first, his hands moved gently and softly, but soon he began to squeeze and
knead the flesh, separating the round globes and causing the bubbles to
slide down along my puckered entrance.  As they did so, waves of pleasure
swept over me.

Dylan moved his hands to my firm thighs, washing around them and downward
to my feet.  I could tell he was enjoying feeling every bit of my warm
skin; every bulging muscle.

Dylan turned me around, bringing me fully under the showerhead.  He watched
the water wash the lather down and away.  And I watched Dylan.  He had a
glazed look in his eyes and he was breathing deeply.  It amazed me to think
how much pleasure my body brought to this teenage stud.

Now it was my turn to wash Dylan.  I still hadn't decided which I liked
best: being washed by Dylan or washing him.  I smiled to himself.  Maybe it
didn't matter, since I could enjoy both.  I started on Dylan's chest.
First kissing both of Dylan's nipples again, then squeezing the shower gel
between his burgeoning pecs.

I worked the soap around until Dylan's chest and stomach were completely
covered with bubbles.  Running my hands down from Dylan's shoulders, down
the front of his chest and belly, down to his groin, I then made my way
back up again.  My finger circled around one of Dylan's nipples and cleared
it of suds.  Dylan gasped.  Leaning in, I kissed it quickly before the
lather moved to cover it again.

This time when my hands returned to Dylan's groin, they remained there,
gently fingering the dark hair and slowly moving outward and down to the
inside of his upper thigh.  They passed over one of Dylan's ticklish spots,
but in the dampness of the shower, Dylan simply groaned.

I pulled Dylan away from the shower's flow, allowing me to work up more
lather around Dylan's groin.  Dylan's cock was swollen from the teasing,
standing out and pointing upward as though begging for attention.  Quickly,
I covered his dick and balls with the warm lather, massaging the ballsac
carefully.  I circled a hand around Dylan's shaft, as though I were going
to jack him off, but was careful not to actually touch his penis.  This
action moved the suds and bubbles up and down his cock.

I knew this would be an amazing new feeling for Dylan.  No fingers, just
the warm, light touch of bubbles moving along his shaft, up to his
cockhead, then back down.

"Ooooooo... mmmmmmmmmm..." Dylan moaned loudly.  Yes, it was almost
torture.  And immense pleasure at the same time.

I knelt down and turned Dylan around.  Starting at the bottom of my lover,
I moved upward.  First, I lathered Dylan's feet, raising each slightly to
caress the sole.  Then the ankles and calves, moving ever so slowly upward
to his thighs.

Squeezing some of the gel onto the small of Dylan's back, I created a
mountain of suds, moving some of the bubbles onto the round, smooth bottom
in front of me.  I couldn't resist a quick kiss before the bubbles fully
enveloped them.  Using the foam, I kneaded Dylan's buttocks, spreading his
cheeks and letting my fingers brush across his tight hole.  I felt it flex
against my fingers.

I stood back up, squirting more soap on Dylan's back.  My caresses were
lighter now, massaging the bright white bubbles over his tanned skin.
Around and up onto his shoulders, down on each side of the spine, and up
along each side.  Dylan sighed deeply as he leaned into the caresses.

We traded places again, allowing Dylan to be rinsed off by the showerhead.
Stepping closer together, we kissed once more.  The water crashed against
the tops of our heads, running down our faces and cheeks as our lips locked
together.

I backed away far enough that I was out of the water, with Dylan barely in
it.  Taking my cue, Dylan knelt and kissed my hard rod.  Opening his mouth,
he licked quickly at the hole, then he took the cockhead into his mouth and
began to circle it with his tongue.

"Oh, Dylan... yessss!" I called out.

Dylan was driving me wild.  An exquisite combination of the warmth that had
suddenly enveloped my sensitive cockhead, and the gentle, slick movement of
the tongue around it.  Pressing forward slightly, I forced Dylan to suck in
a bit of my shaft.

My dick was so sensitive now, I had to tighten my muscles to drive away the
urge to cum.  No, not yet.  I pulled back, and Dylan understood.

Now it was my turn to taste the boy I had fallen in love with.  Kneeling, I
repeated Dylan's movements, kissing and licking quickly at the tiny hole,
then sucking in the cockhead.  Dylan groaned.  I moved a hand to Dylan's
balls as I sucked slowly, gently kneading his baby-makers.  One finger
moved back and upward, locating Dylan's hole.

Dylan shifted his weight a bit to give me better access.  I moved my finger
around the wetness, then pressed gently in.  There was less resistance than
this morning.  My finger went in to the second knuckle.  I circled it
around inside as I continued to suck Dylan's cock.  Dylan jumped as I
grazed his prostate.

"Ahhhh... Oh, Andy, yesss..."

Dylan moved back slightly, removing his cock from my mouth.  Not yet.  But
he allowed my finger to continue exploring inside him, in that place where
no one else had ever been.  Eventually, I gently pulled out and stood up.
We grinned at each other.  It was time.

Standing close together, we each took hold of the other's cock and began to
slowly jerk it.  My hard-on was so sensitive it felt like an electric
current was passing through it.  Dylan's must have felt the same, as the
shower and bathroom began to echo with our moans of pleasure.

"Close... Andy.. .now..." Dylan whispered through clenched teeth.

Dylan let go of my cock, and I carefully pointed Dylan's boy-stick in my
direction.  I could feel the throbbing of it, the heat of it.

Dylan reached out and braced himself with one hand against the shower wall.

"Awwww... awww...oooooooo!"

Dylan shot hard the first time, his cum hitting the base of my dick.  I
held my own tool carefully, and as Dylan shot his boy-batter again, then
again, the hot cream landed on my cock.  The heat of it was almost painful,
causing me to suck in my breath.

But I continued to stroke Dylan's rod, making him groan loudly with each
new shot.  Finally, Dylan's dick lurched inside my hand one last time, and
a string of cum oozed from the hole and fell onto my cockhead.

As I let Dylan's penis fall from my hand, I vigilantly wiped the last of
his cum onto my own fingers.  I kept my other hand under my cock so Dylan's
cum would stay there.  Bringing my fingers up to my lips, I licked them
clean and looked down at the pools and strings of cum on my dick.  Fresh
from my lover's body.  Beautiful cream.

I savoured the taste of Dylan's jizz in my mouth, allowing Dylan to recover
from his orgasm.  He reached for my cock.  Carefully, I brushed the palm of
my hand along the side of my penis, making sure as much cum as possible
covered the shaft.

Dylan quickly circled his hand around my member, capturing his own semen
there.  He began to stroke slowly, pointing it towards his own crotch.

The heat from Dylan's cum alone was almost enough to make me shoot.  My
knees weakened as I watched Dylan wank me off using his own juice.

Dylan began to move faster, and I knew my own orgasm was only moments away.

"Uhhhhh!"

I lurched suddenly as my spunk shot out of my cock.  It almost missed
Dylan's penis, but it landed on the side of his shaft, and his hand caught
it.

"Uhhhhh!  Uhhhh..."

I groaned repeatedly as I continued to pump my load onto Dylan's boy-stick.
I wanted to see it, but the intensity of my orgasm forced me to close my
eyes for a moment.

After several more shots, I released my breath, my rod oozing the last of
my cream onto Dylan.

Dylan remained still as I recovered.  I could see him watching my chest
heaving with every breath.  He held his hard cum-covered dick, a smile on
his face.

His hand circled his cock and moved up, swiping up as much of my cream as
he could.  He looked at my milk in his hand, then brought it to his mouth.

Our arms circled each other as we kissed.  Our loads of cum swirled around
each other's mouths as we stepped back carefully into the water, the
showerhead rinsing us off.

We broke our kiss.  "I love playing with my favourite toy in the shower," I
told him.

"Me, too," Dylan grinned.  "No more rubber duckies for me!"

We returned to our kiss, our tongues caressing each other as we got lost in
our embrace.

'Knock, knock.'  I pulled away from Dylan, the moment gone.

"Who is it?" I called.

"It's Patricia," came the reply.  "I've come to drop Jamie off."

"Shit," I muttered to Dylan.  "We must have lost track of time."  I stepped
out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist.

"I'm just coming," I called out, making my way to the door.  Opening the
door, I must have looked quite a sight: wet hair, red faced, and wearing
only a towel.

"Thanks again for doing this," Patricia said, warmly.  She looked
absolutely stunning, her blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, and a
tight black dress showing off all her curves.

"No problem," I said, as Jamie - dressed in a purple shirt and charcoal
trousers - entered the room and stood awkwardly next to the bed, a small
rucksack in his hand.

"I'll pick him up after breakfast," she said.  "Make sure you're on your
best behaviour," she told Jamie before she blew him and kiss and made her
way back down the corridor.  Jamie waved back at her.

"Sorry we're not ready yet," I told the young boy.  "Dylan's just in the
shower.  He'll be out soon.  Why don't you sit on the sofa.  Maybe watch
something on TV while I get ready."

Jamie did as requested, whilst I sprayed myself with deodorant and pulled
on some clothes, careful to turn my back on him when I pulled off my towel
and dragged my boxers on.

Dylan emerged from the bathroom just as I was buttoning up my shirt.

"Hi Jamie," he said, going over to the boy and giving him a hug, getting
Jamie's shirt wet in the process.

"Thanks Dylan," said Jamie, looking unamused.

"Sorry," Dylan responded, sheepishly.

Soon, Dylan was also dressed and the three of us made our way down to
dinner.


***


Dinner was a pleasant affair, the two boys chattering away about their
families, schools, sports, and - to my utter confusion - Pokemon Go.

Full stomachs all around, we headed back up to our room.  Since the boys
had taken the sofa, I sat on the end of the bed.  Dylan grabbed the remote
and began flicking through the channels on the TV.  Eventually he came
across 'Guardians of the Galaxy'.  Both boys had seen the film, but given a
lack of other options, decided to watch it again.  It was in its original
English, but with Bulgarian subtitles which occasionally obscured some of
the action on the screen.

The lads were very quiet whilst the film was on, gradually moving closer
together on the sofa.  During the ad breaks they began to play a game of
'favourites', including favourite film, favourite pop star, favourite
footballer... you get the idea.

The third ad break in and the boys were practically cuddling by this stage.
Dylan popped up with the question, "What's your favourite fruit?"

"Erm... strawberries," Jamie replied.  "You?"

"Bananas," Dylan said, shooting a glance over at me.  I got the message.

"Boys," I said to them.  "I'm gonna head down to the bar for a bit.  You'll
both be okay here.  Any problems, ring down to reception and get them to
find me."

"Okay Andy," Jamie replied.  "I'm sure we'll be fine."

"See you later Uncle Andy," Dylan said, winking at me.  "Thanks."


***


I strolled over to the bar.  I'd tried one of the local beers yesterday at
dinner and had no intention of repeating the experience.

"A glass of Heineken, please," I told the barmaid, pointing to the correct
pump to make sure she understood.

She poured the beer and handed it to me.  "Four Lev please," she said.
Opening my wallet, I fished out a five Lev note and waited for my change.
Beer in hand, I sat down at an empty table, listening to a multitude of
languages being spoken in conversation around me.

After a few minutes, a man walked over and sat down at my table.

"Can I help you?" I asked him.  I noticed he was wearing one of the hotel
uniforms.  His face looked familiar.  Then it hit me - he was the porter
who showed us to our room.

"I know what you've been up to," he whispered.  "With your nephew,"
emphasising the final word, and making speech marks in the air with his
fingers.

"I don't know what you mean," I replied, trying to sound casual.

"Oh, I think you do.  I heard lots of grunting and groaning coming from
your room this morning."

I had to think quickly.  "I was just giving him a massage," I shot back.
"His back was sore."

"When you went out I took a look around your room.  There were spunk stains
on the carpet."

"Well, my nephew is a teenager.  He probably had a quick wank while I was
in the shower."

"A likely story.  Let's see what the police have to say, shall we?"

"Shit.  There's no need to involve them.  Can't we sort this out between
us?" I asked him.

"Oh, for sure," he replied.  "You let me fuck the boy and I say no more
about it."

My blood boiled.  "No.  No way.  He's off bounds.  There's no way I'll let
you do that to him."

"A pity," he said.  "It's a very nice arse he's got.  I saw him out by the
pool at lunchtime.  I guess the police it is then."

I didn't know what to do.  If the police got involved, I could be stuck in
a Bulgarian prison for the rest of my life.  But the thought of this guy
touching Dylan made me want to throw up.  I had to come up with a plan.
"Hang on.  What about me.  How about I give you a blow job instead?"  I
didn't want to do it, but what choice did I have?

"Good," he said, looking me up and down.  "But not quite good enough.
Let's say your mouth plus five hundred Lev."

"Okay," I replied, not happy at the prospect but feeling resigned to my
fate.  I opened up my wallet to find I'd only got just over three hundred
left.  "It'll have to be three hundred.  That's all I've got."

"In that case we go three hundred and I get to fuck you."

I sighed, knowing I had no choice.  I looked over at him.  Actually, he
wasn't bad looking.  A fraction taller than me, short dark hair, a bit of
stubble, and what looked to be fairly sizeable biceps.  "Fine," I agreed.
I gulped down the rest of my drink.  "Where are we going to do it?"

"My room," he said.  "My roommate is working this evening.  Follow me."

I did as commanded, following him back into the hotel, down a couple of
flights of stairs, and along a dimly lit corridor.

"In here," he ordered.

We entered his room.  It was very basic, completely different to the rooms
upstairs.  There were two single beds in the middle of the room, with a
rickety looking wardrobe and a similarly unkempt chest of drawers.

"Right," he said.  "I don't have much time.  My roommate will be back soon.
Get on your knees."

"But you said you were going to fuck me instead," I argued.

"You'll do as I tell you, you filthy pervert!" he spat at me.

I knew I didn't have a choice.  He had me over a barrel.  I may as well do
as he commanded.  I dropped onto the floor.  He stepped up in front of me,
his crotch only a foot away.

"I presume you know what to do?" he asked.  I nodded.  "Good."  After
unbuckling his belt, he slipped off his trousers, revealing worn, grey
boxer briefs and a rather large bulge.  He gave his junk a little tug.
"You want this?"

I looked up at him silently.  Still sort of shocked.

"DO YOU WANT MY COCK OR NOT?  ANSWER ME, BITCH!"

"Yes!" I blurted.  "I want your cock."

Hooking his thumbs into his waistband, he janked his boxers down to his
ankles.  Out popped a soft, thick, 6-inch, cock.  This guy was as well hung
as the bulge had suggested.  He must've seen my eyes go wide because he
laughed.  "Yeah you want it all right.  Okay, start sucking, pervert."

I reached a hand up to his dick, but he slapped it away.  "I said SUCK not
TOUCH."

"Sorry..." I muttered and reached up with my open mouth.  I wrapped my lips
around his thick penis and started sucking.  Immediately, I salivated and
drooled all over, some saliva escaping my lips and falling to the floor.
His cock hardened in my mouth, growing bigger... longer...

And then he was at full-mast.  I popped his todger out of my mouth to take
a look.  Holy fuck!  It must have been at least 10-inches and very thick!

"Now SUCK, you pervert!" he shouted at me.

Well shit, I thought.  I don't really have a choice, so I may as well enjoy
it.  I slurped up and down his big, long rod and before long he started
moaning.  I noticed his legs tremble a couple of times, and knowing he was
feeling good spurred me on in a weird sort of way.  I started getting
really into it, sucking all the way up and down.

"Fuck yeah, suck my big fucking cock!" he yelled and started pumping in and
out.  "Fuuuuck that feels good!  But now for what I really want."

He pulled his cock out of my mouth.  "Take your clothes off and bend over,"
he commanded.  "Get on your hands and knees.  And get ready to be fucked
harder than you ever have before."

I did as he requested.  Looking over my shoulder, I could see him strip
down himself and then stand behind my arse.  He grabbed his dick in his
hand and rubbed it on my crack.  I shivered.

"Think you can handle this?" he asked, menacingly.

"I don't know," I replied.  He was far bigger than any I'd taken before.

He smacked his cock on my ass.  "Well you best hope you can.  Otherwise
we'll have to see how that boy of yours handles it."  I steeled myself,
knowing that for Dylan's sake I had to see this through - no matter how
much it hurt.

Opening one of the drawers in the dresser, he pulled out a tube of KY.  He
drizzled some lube on his dick and jerked off to spread it around.  He
slapped his dick on my ass again.  I felt the sticky lube.  My cock was
hard.

"Ready, pervert?" he whispered in my ear as he placed his cock head right
on my hole.

"Yea - oh, FUCK!" I exclaimed as he thrust deep inside me.  I took a sharp
intake of breath.  "Fuck! Fuck... jesus!"  I felt like my body was being
split in two.  The pain was excruciating.  A tear trickled down my face.  I
thought I may pass out.

"Doesn't look like you're taking it very well."

"I didn't think you would-"

"Shove the whole thing in at once?" he chuckled.  "You best get used to
it."

I tried to control my breathing.  I felt his huge cock inside me and the
pain subsided slightly as I tried to relax my hole.  Then to my shock, he
reached his hand around and grabbed my dick.

Electricity sparked through my entire nervous system.  He slowly stroked me
up and down.  His hands felt rough and calloused, and they gripped my
erection firmly.

"There you go," he said as he eased his penis out a few inches and then
rammed it back in.  I yelled out again, though less sharply than before.

My blackmailer took this as a sign he could go ahead and ramp things up,
apparently.  He started slower, then sped up as he thrust in and out of my
arse.

"Fuck..." I moaned.  I'd never taken a cock this big before.  But weirdly
it was feeling great.  I didn't want it to.  I wanted to hate it.  I wanted
to hate him.  But I couldn't.

I looked back over my shoulder at the porter's ripped body - his tensed
arms and bulging pecs.  He grabbed my hips and rammed his dick in and out.

"You enjoying this?"  He paused his fucking for a moment.

"Fuck yeah, I love it."  I couldn't lie; I was.

"Good.  Because now I'm going to push you and see what you can take.  Feel
free to say stop at any point if it gets too rough.  Though I might not
take any notice."  He laughed.

He rubbed his hands up and down my back, then took a deep breath.

With the fervour of someone playing a professional sport, he railed me into
the ground.  My hands gave out and my face was on the floor, rear in the
air, as he pummelled me like a jack rabbit.

"Oh fuck, yeah!" I shouted.  It was incredible.  I felt my orgasm build.  A
long string of precum dripped from my nob onto the carpet.

"That's right, take my cock, you pervert."

"Yeah, oh, oh... oh my god..." I moaned with each thrust.  Here I was,
being pounded into submission... while I moaned like a pathetic piece of
shit... it was both horrifying and wildly arousing.

Then a warm feeling started to spread.  It started at the base of my dick
and rippled through my anus, before sending a warm chill up my spine and
ending in my mouth with a breathy moan.

"I'm gonna cum..." I murmured.

My captor continued his assault on my arse.  I started shooting. The carpet
was soon covered in my jizz.  He pulled out of me and threw me onto my
back.

"Now brace yourself for mine," he told me.

Kneeling next to me, he began to jerk his huge cock over my face.

"Open up!" he growled, slapping my face to make his point.

Not knowing what else to do, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.  A
moment later, he tensed and moaned a big "Ohhhhh..." as rope after rope of
warm semen rocketed out of his penis, splattering all over my face and into
my mouth. I tasted the spoonfuls of his cream and hungrily swallowed them
down while my blackmailer's load continued to spray on my neck and chin.  I
was drenched.

Before he got off me, he slapped me in the face with his cock.  "Enjoy the
rest of your holiday.  Shame I didn't get the boy's arse, but you weren't a
bad consolation prize."

"Can I... do you have some paper towels?".

He threw me my own underwear.  "Use these.  And clean up the floor too."

I wiped his cum off my face and neck, and then attempted to mop up my spunk
from the carpet.  By the time I'd finished, my underwear was drenched so I
abandoned it in his room.  This was going to be an awkward walk back
upstairs.  Not to mention how sore my arse was.  I hoped I would be able to
walk straight.

I pulled on my clothes and headed out of the door.  Retracing our steps
from earlier, I made my way through reception.  Glancing at the clock, I
realised it was already half past ten.  Hopefully the boys would be in bed
by now and no awkward conversations would need to be had.

After taking the lift up to my room - my bum was too sore to use the stairs
- I quietly opened the door and turned on the bathroom light.  Just as I'd
hoped, both boys were in bed, cuddled up together.  Their clothes dangled
off the arms of the sofa, and their underwear lay on the floor beside their
bed.

Making my way into the bathroom I took a piss and then used some toilet
paper to dab at my bottom.  There were spots of blood on the paper.  I'd
have to deal with that in the morning.  Flushing the toilet, I brushed my
teeth and gave my face a quick wash.

Back in the main room, I pulled off my own clothes and slipped into the
spare bed.  The excursions of the day had clearly taken their toll on me.
Although my arse was still very sore, I quickly fell asleep.


***

End of chapter 11.  A little bit different at the end from how the rest of
the story has gone, but I hope you enjoyed it.  Happy Christmas!

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated - andybrown2000@outlook.com