Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2007 20:45:56 +0000
From: pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: A Warm April Saturday chapter 8
All the usual disclaimers apply; if the law where you are prohibits you
from reading material like this, then I guess you'd better not, but if
you do, don't blame either me or Nifty if you read it and get caught,
okay? And if you don't like reading about sexual interactions involving
underage boys and adult men, you probably ought to leave this page right
now.
Chapter 8 is the first of four chapters about Chris's holiday in Spain. I
hope you enjoy his adventures! Feedback is always welcome and I always
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CHAPTER EIGHT
It's ten to five when James arrives. He's obviously come straight
from work but he still looks stunning. We flop down on the sofa.
"So how did it go?" he asks.
I tell him the story, beginning with the guy trying to look at my
bits when I was on the train.
"That's hardly a surprise," he says smiling at me, "especially with
you wearing those shorts. There are a lot more guys that like boys
than people think."
I carry on. "You'd really like Conor," I tell him. "He's well cute!
Loves having it up the bum too!"
"Hmmm! Sounds like I'll need to arrange another trip to Vince's
house!"
"Yeah, I was thinking, you know, you said I'd be able to cum soon.
Well, when I can, we could go over there so I could ---- you know."
"Cool! I'm sure we could fix that up."
"I'm not sure if I'd want Vince to video us though."
"Not a problem; Vince owes me one anyway, a bit of work I did for
him."
I get back to the story. James seems really concerned when I tell him
how rough Scott was. I pull off my tee-shirt to show him the fading
red marks on my shoulders.
"That's not nice," he says, "must have really hurt at the time."
"Yeah, it did a bit. It was cool afterwards; he said he was sorry. It
was like he didn't realise he was hurting me. I think Greg must have
said something."
"Oh, right! So, will you be going back?"
"Nah!"
"Because of what Scott did?"
"Nah! It was just too tiring, man! When I got home I was so knackered
I could hardly stand up. Mum thought I must be sick or something."
"I wondered about that," he says, ruffling my hair. "Anyway, you look
okay now."
"Yeah; I don't understand it though. I mean, I've been on long trips
before, with the school and that."
"But you had other people looking after you, so you could just switch
off and relax. Yesterday you were on your own, so you had to
concentrate the whole time; if you hadn't you could have finished up
in Southampton. That's what takes it out of you."
I grin up at him; he's so good at explaining things. He puts an arm
round my shoulder.
"So what d'you want now?" he whispers.
"Is it okay if we don't fuck?"
"Of course! No problem!"
"I want to suck you off!"
"Cool! We haven't done that for weeks."
He follows me up to my bedroom. I'm going to give him the best blow-
job in history.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
The last two days have been pretty busy, getting our stuff ready to
go to Spain. Mum even got stressed that I went to the pool Thursday
afternoon and my swimming shorts might not be dry. I mean, they dry
in, like, three hours. Then we had to get up really early to get to
the airport. Mum was still pretty stressed. James did a great job of
calming her down; he's really brilliant at that sort of thing. The
flight was okay, just boring. James bought me a car magazine to read,
which passed the time. I'm well into cars; `Top Gear' is my favourite
TV programme. We picked up the hire car at the airport. Mum got
stressed again `cause it's a really nice one and quite expensive;
James had to calm her down, same as always. He's paying for it
anyway.
So we're on our way. I've never been abroad before. The landscape is
so different from what I'm used to. I'm wondering how this is going
to go. James says that most of the people who use the villas and
apartments where we're staying are English, so there won't be too
many problems on that score. I know I won't be able to get together
with James very often, `cause Mum will be around the whole time.
Still, I'm sure we'll manage something. James says that there are
always lots of kids around, so I shouldn't have a problem finding
someone to play with. I just hope he's right.
The car turns off the main road. A few minutes later we're driving
into the resort complex. There are eight villas and a block of twenty
odd apartments. The place has its own swimming pool, plus a learner
pool and a paddling pool for the little kids. There's a supermarket,
two restaurants and a bar; a proper golf course for the adults, crazy
golf for the kids and a pitch and putt course for, well, anyone, I
guess. James stops the car in front of our villa and we begin
unloading our stuff. The villa's really neat, a bit like his
apartment. One surprise is that all the floors downstairs are tiled;
just something else that's different here. I take my bag upstairs.
There's a big bedroom at the front with a king-sized bed and its own
bathroom. That's where mum and James will stay; nice. The next room I
look at is very small, with a single bed squeezed into the corner.
Try again; this is better, a nice size room with twin beds. This will
be mine. We freshen up then head over to one of the restaurants for a
late lunch. I've not eaten Spanish food before, but it's okay;
actually I quite like it. I eat anything anyway; I'm not one of those
picky kids. I'm even allowed a glass of wine with the meal; that's
something I wouldn't get at home, James's idea of course.
We finish our meal and wander back to the villa. It's four o'clock.
People are just starting to emerge from their midday sleep, or
whatever; siesta, James calls it. It's `cause the sun's too hot to be
outside.
"Mum, can I go and have a look round?" I ask.
"Yes, okay, but you can't go swimming yet, you've only just eaten,
and you mustn't leave the complex. D'you understand?"
"Yes mum."
"Okay; I want you back for six o'clock. Don't be late!"
I set off towards the pool. It's nice, not as big as the public pool
at home, but quite large with a diving board and a water slide off to
one side. I could have some fun here! I look around. None of the kids
in the pool can be older than nine. Worse than that, they're all
obviously with their parents. With mum having to work all the time
I'm used to doing stuff on my own; having parents around like that is
boring! I check the place out again; same result. Fuck! I'm not even
thinking about `that'; I'm just looking for someone to hang out with
and, well, whatever. I guess I might make friends with one or two of
the older boys here, but it's certainly not what I was hoping for.
Crazy golf comes next. That's about the same; little kids playing
with dad or whoever. Let's try pitch and putt. I go across to the
pavilion and look all round. There are only four people on the
course, all adults. So this is it; I'm going to be stuck here for a
fortnight with a gang of eight and nine year olds. Oh, there'll be
plenty of kids my age about, down on the public beach, but that's ten
minutes walk away and there's no way mum will let me go there on my
own. It's different at home; I always go places with Michael or some
of the other kids. I know everywhere too, so mum's not worrying about
me. Shit! This is not working out right at all. I trudge back to the
villa. It's quarter past five. Mum seems surprised that I'm back so
early. I could tell her but I don't; just make some excuse about
feeling tired then flop down on the sofa to watch telly.
It's around half past six when mum disappears upstairs to get ready
for us to go out for the evening. James parks himself down next to
me.
"You okay, Tiger?" he asks. "You look a bit down."
I tell him about my walk around the complex.
"Don't worry," he says. "It's early days yet. Just be patient; you'll
find someone!"
I smile up at him. He's always been right before; I just hope he is
this time.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It's ten thirty when I set out for the pool. It's already pretty hot.
I'm wearing swimming shorts, flip-flops, tee-shirt and a baseball
cap. I've got my towel and a bottle of sunscreen in a bag. Mind you,
James smothered me in sunscreen before I left, so I don't think I'll
need too much of that. I find a place near the edge of the pool and
strip off my tee-shirt. I take a look around. It's much like it was
yesterday afternoon; I'm the oldest kid here by a couple of years. Oh
well, I'm going to have to make the best of it.
I jump into the water and swim to the far end of the pool. The
water's great, the temperature's just right. I swim back the other
way until the water gets too shallow; my foot hits the bottom and I
have to stand up. I get out and stroll across to the diving board; a
few boys, a few girls and a few dads; no mums for some reason. Well
whatever. I wait in line then take my turn to dive in; definitely one
of my better efforts. I swim to the side, get out and join the line
again. Nobody takes the slightest interest in me. Half a dozen dives
and I'm bored with it; being on my own certainly doesn't help. It's
time to try the water slide. It's okay, quite fun in fact, but
there's one at a pool back home that Michael's dad took us to that's
way bigger. This one's a bit tame, and I have to be careful not to
run into any of the younger kids. After a few goes I'm tired of that
too. I return to my stuff and settle down on my towel. There's a
family pitched up on my left; mum and dad and two boys. They're
English too; I can hear them talking. The dad looks across at me. He
seems nice enough, mid thirties I'd guess; older than mum anyway.
He's not what you'd call fit though.
"You on your own?" he asks.
"Yeah."
"Where are you staying?"
"In one of the villas."
"Which one?"
"Number five."
"Right, we've got an apartment. Where are your mum and dad this
morning?"
"Mum and her partner are back at the villa, chilling out. They may
come down this afternoon, I'm not sure."
"Oh."
"James's boss owns the villa we're in; that's how we got it."
"Right! Well I'm David and this is Jenny," he tells me. "And you
are?"
"Chris."
"Nice to meet you, Chris; come here you two!" he calls to the two
boys.
They trot over, grinning.
"Lads, this is Chris; he arrived yesterday," David tells them.
"Hi, I'm Peter and this is Lewis," the older boy says, putting his
hand out.
We spend the next hour or so playing together. They're nice kids and
good company, quite cute too; I know James would like them, Peter
especially. But there's a problem, or rather two problems. First,
they're age nine and seven. If I'm ever going to be allowed to go off
on my own I'm going to need to be with someone my age or older. These
kids just won't do. Second, it seems like they're attached to their
mum and dad by pieces of invisible string. I just want to be able to
relax, like I do with my mates at home. Having David and Jenny
watching over me the whole time, well, I just don't need it.
"Dad's taking me to pitch and putt this afternoon, you know, after
siesta time" Peter informs me. "Would you like to come?"
"I'm not sure," I say hesitantly. "I don't know what we're doing.
I'll have to ask mum."
His dad scribbles a number on a piece of paper. "This is our phone
number," he says. "If you do want to join us, give us a call. We'll
be starting just after four. You'll be more than welcome."
"Thanks," I say, stuffing the piece of paper into my bag. "I'll have
to go now; mum will be getting lunch ready."
I pull on my tee-shirt and baseball cap and we say our goodbyes. I
make my way back to the villa. I don't really want to go to play
pitch and putt with Peter and his dad, but if I've got nothing else
to do, I guess I might as well. That makes me sound like a right
ungrateful little sod. Shit! Right now I FEEL like one! Peter's dad
went out of his way to be nice to me when he saw me there on my own,
but, well it's just not --- you know, what I want to do.
I'm almost back at our place when I see him, coming out of the villa
next door but one. A bit older than me, tall and slim, with just the
beginnings of a summer tan; he's dressed all in black, or at least
what clothes he's got on are black, flip-flops, knee-length swimming
shorts with funny writing on them, and a baseball cap. He's well fit
too. Things have definitely started to look up!
"Hi!" I say, smiling at him.
"Hi! When did you get here?"
"Yesterday afternoon. You?"
"Two days ago. Have you just come from the pool?"
"Yeah; none of the other kids there was older than about nine."
"Yeah, I know. I go down to the beach; at least there's a bit more
going on there."
"So are your mum and dad cool with that?"
"They're out playing golf most of the time; that's why we come here.
They don't bother as long as I stay out of trouble and that."
Things are getting better by the second; this is just what I've been
looking for.
"I'm just going to the shop to buy a drink," he says. "Want to come?"
I check the time; just gone twenty past twelve. I don't have to be
back till quarter to one.
"Sure!" I tell him.
We wander round the supermarket while he picks up a can of coke then
make our way back.
"What are you doing this afternoon," he asks. "You know, after the
siesta thingy."
"Nothing much, why?"
"Wanna go to the pool, you know, just hang out and stuff?"
"Yeah, sure!"
"Cool! Come round to mine about four." He pauses. "Er, bring some
different shorts and stuff so we can get showered and changed before
we come back."
What did he just say? Now things really are getting interesting!
"See you about four, then," he says.
"Just a minute; you haven't told me your name yet! I'm Chris."
"Hi Chris; I'm Stephen."
We touch fists. "You'd better just come round to see my mum," I say.
He looks a bit apprehensive. "Oh, it's cool," I assure him. "She just
likes to know who I'm with, that's all." We make our way indoors. "Hi
mum!" I say brightly. "This is Stephen; he's staying at number three.
Is it okay if we go to the pool together after our siesta?"
"Yes, no problem. Hello, Stephen!"
He grins, looking a bit embarrassed. "Hi, er, thanks! Got to go; mum
and dad will be back soon. See you about four, then!"
He steps back out into the sunshine. So that's it; looks like I'm all
set. I'm well happy.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
I check my bag: towel, sun-screen, new shorts and a clean pair of
briefs. I've stashed something in one pocket of my shorts too, just
in case. Yeah, well I might be getting ahead of myself, but I don't
want to be caught without any just when I need it. I'm not really
bothered though; hanging out with Stephen is going to beat the crap
out of playing pitch and putt with Peter and his dad, even if
absolutely nothing happens. Two minutes later we're on our way.
"So who was the guy at your villa?" Stephen asks as we head towards
the pool.
"James? He's mum's boyfriend."
"Oh! Thought he didn't look old enough to be your dad."
"He isn't; he's only twenty six."
"So how old are you?"
"I'll be twelve next month. You?"
"I was thirteen a couple of months ago."
We reach the pool and pick our spot. Over the next hour we swim, we
use the diving board, we play on the water slide, just like I did
this morning. In between times we just chill out on our towels and
chat, nothing sexy, just normal boy stuff. I find out a bit about
him; he gets to know a bit about me. Stephen is well cool and even
fitter than I thought when I first saw him. He's got this thing about
his baseball cap; seems he only takes it off to go into the water.
He's got short blond hair which looks really good, but as soon as we
get back to our towels the cap goes firmly on his head. I'm wondering
if he sleeps in it.
"I'm going to get changed now," he says casually.
I follow him to the men's changing room. It's fairly small; just a
few benches and a shower area with four shower heads. There's
absolutely nobody else around; I guess that's why he suggested it.
This was his idea; we could easily have just slipped tee-shirts on
and gone back like I did this morning, so I'm just going to follow
what he does, which is to grab some shower gel and get under the
showers. Shower gel; hmmm, I didn't bring any of that. Not a problem,
I borrow his. It's time to get dry. Stephen pulls his shorts off
right in front of me, giving me a real good look at his dick. It's
nice; quite a bit longer than mine and uncut. It's not very thick
though and his balls aren't nearly as big as Greg's; he's still
completely hairless too. It isn't hard; I wonder what it looks like
when it is. I follow suit; as it goes, I'm not hard either. We're
there together naked for well over a minute just drying ourselves
off. I feel my dick start to rise and quickly pull my underpants on.
We buy ice creams from the kiosk and stroll towards the villas.
"When d'you have to be back?" Stephen asks.
"Seven o'clock."
"It's only half past five; want to come to mine for a bit? Mum and
dad won't be back for an hour at least."
I follow him inside. We flop down in the lounge room, him on the
sofa, me on an armchair sort of half facing him, just finishing our
ice creams. This has to be the most difficult situation I've ever
been in. I'm ninety per cent sure he wants to do stuff with me and I
know I want to do stuff with him. But what if I'm wrong? I mean, back
at the pool, he didn't have a hard-on when we were getting changed.
If I make a move I could blow it totally. But I didn't have a hard-on
either, so he might be thinking the same thing. We're both waiting
for the other one to make the first move. Shit!
I didn't have a hard on then, but I've got one now and it's getting
bloody uncomfortable. Stephen's cheated; the shorts he's got on are
really baggy so I can't tell whether he's got one or not. I shift
awkwardly in my chair.
"Have you got a stiffy?" Stephen asks nervously.
"Yeah," I whisper, hardly able to get the word out.
"Me too." He pauses for what seems like ages. "D'you want to ---?" He
cocks his head towards the staircase.
"Yeah."
We make our way up the stairs. Their villa's laid out the same as
ours and Stephen's got the same room as me, only his has a double bed
in it. Neat! The shutters are already closed.
"Let's strip off," he says quietly. "It's better if we do it naked."
So he's done this before. That's cool; don't know how far he's gone,
of course. Might have been just him and a mate groping and wanking
each other off. We're down to our underwear. Stephen's got boxers on;
black like everything else he wears. He's still got his baseball cap
on too. Weird! We nod to each other and skin our underwear down our
legs. His cock's about the same length as Greg's but nowhere like as
thick.
"Nice cock!" he whispers. "Can you cum?"
"No, not yet. Can you?"
"Yeah!"
We get onto the bed, lying next to one another, feeling each other's
cocks. This is nice!
"I'm going to show you something," he says.
He snakes around so his head's on my tummy. He hold the base of my
cock and slips it into his mouth, gently sucking up and down, and
working his tongue all over it. Right, so he's into giving blow-jobs;
that is well cool! I'm guessing he's not done it that often though;
well, not as often as Greg has anyway. After a minute or so he lets
me go.
"Did you like that?" he asks, smiling at me.
"Yeah, that was wicked!" I tell him. "D'you want me to suck yours?"
"Yeah! Cool! I wasn't sure you'd do that!"
He lies back, hands behind his head. I go down on him, sucking almost
to the base then slide back up, working my tongue over the small,
shiny head before diving back down again. I use my free hand to
fondle his balls and tickle the sensitive bit just behind them. He
really likes this; I can tell. His breathing's getting really short
and uneven. He'll blow if I don't stop. I pull off and smile up at
him, licking my lips. He's gasping for breath. Wow! He was so close!
We lie back down again. He pulls me towards him so we're both on our
sides, our dicks rubbing together. That's pretty neat too. I could
kiss him if I wanted to, but I'm going to wait; see if he does it. He
doesn't. Well, maybe he's not into that; maybe he just hasn't tried
it. I take off his baseball cap.
"You look much better without that on," I say, rubbing noses with
him.
He runs his hand down my back and over my arse.
"Cute little bum!" he whispers.
Hmmm! Scott said that too. He slides a finger down my crack. I cock
my leg over his to make it easier for him. He locates my pucker and
tries to push in. Owww! He's certainly no expert where that's
concerned! I pull away, retrieve my shorts from the floor and fish
out the tube of KY.
"Use this!" I say, grinning at him.
He squeezes some onto his fingers. Well, at least I didn't have to
tell him what to do with it. I get back into position. His slimy
finger touches my hole and works its way inside. Now that IS nice! He
pushes it further in, touching my prostate. Oh yeah! He works it in
and out, gently fucking me with it. This is good!
"Chris, can I fuck you?" he asks, whispering right in my ear.
I roll onto my tummy, legs spread apart, pulling a pillow under my
hips. I glance over my shoulder. Stephen's got the idea, kneeling
between my legs, rubbing KY over his dick. I settle down. It's five
days since my trip to Basingstoke; I really want this. He lowers
himself onto me, his cock nuzzling my hole.
"Don't lie right on top of me," I say quietly. "Put your elbows down
or something so you haven't got all your weight on me."
He pushes down. I relax and push back. His hard, slim cock slides
right into me. He settles himself, resting on his forearms, then
slowly pulls back. Two seconds later he pushes it right back in
again. Wow! Within a few seconds he's found a nice rhythm, pumping in
and out of me with long, even strokes. I respond without even
thinking about it, pushing my hips up to meet each downward thrust.
"Do it harder!" I moan.
He does too, totally going for it, blasts of his hot, sexy boy-breath
wafting up my nose. My toes curl upwards; a moment later my body's
overtaken by wild, crazy spasms, legs flailing, fingers clawing at
the bed, bum tightening around his dick.
"Oh!" I gasp. "Oh! Ohh!! Ngggg!!!"
My cock bursts into life, jerking over and over against the pillow.
Stephen's not far away either; his breathing getting noisier by the
second.
"Oh! Ohh!" he moans. "Mmm! Mmmm!! Aaaarrrggghhhh!!!!"
His cock swells and pulses deep inside me, rope after rope of thick
creamy spunk spurting into my bum. He's cum loads, lots more than
Greg does. Fuck! I never expected that! He finally collapses on top
of me, his heart thumping against my back like an industrial hammer.
Wow! That was way better than I was expecting. Slowly he lifts
himself up, his slick cock sliding out of my bum. He moves to one
side and flops down next to me.
"Fuck!" he breathes. "That was awesome!" He pauses. "You've been
fucked before; you must have."
"I've got a boyfriend at home."
"How old?"
"Thirteen."
"Same as me then."
"Greg's birthday's December so he's a bit older than you."
"Cool! Big cock?"
"About as long as yours, but thicker; he's got hair on it too. He
doesn't cum as much as you though."
"Fuck! I came gallons!"
"So have you done that before?"
"Not really. There's this kid lives across the road, Jody. He's
twelve, a year below me at school. We've messed around a few times. I
asked him if I could, you know and he said yeah, but we didn't really
know what we were doing. I couldn't get it in and it was really
hurting him so I had to stop."
"You've got to loosen him up first; use two fingers. Then when you
try to get it in, tell him to relax and push out like he's having a
shit."
"Cool! I'll remember that! Where did you get that stuff?"
"Bought it in Superdrug."
"Right; I'll have to get some."
"So Jody, is he cute then?" I ask, grinning at him.
"Yeah, sort of; not as cute as you though! Fuck! You're amazing!"
I climb on top of him, rolling him onto his back. There's no point
waiting any longer; I mean we've done everything else. I plant a big
sloppy kiss right on his lips. I don't know whether he's done it
before; I'd guess he probably hasn't, but he takes to it just like I
did. Within a couple of seconds we're into a full-scale lip-lock, his
tongue almost down my throat.