Date: 9 May 2000 08:39:38 -0700
From: poondu@members.gayweb.com
Subject: Tan Lines

				 Tan Lines

		   by Thole <poondu@members.gayweb.com>

Kevin showed the new man his tan line. The engine on the old coach 
was still warm and the man was putting out his awning when the 
barefoot boy walked over and introduced himself. His feet were not 
the only bare part of him. His right hand was extended in greeting 
whilst the fingers of his left hand twirled absently at his penis as 
he introduced himself. 

--Hi! My name's Kevin, I live here. Where are you from? 

The man set the last awning clamp and looked the boy over. Nine he 
guessed as he shook the offered hand. The lad's penis was sticking 
straight out now and the man noticed five thin milk-white bands 
dividing it into segments, like a fat brown caterpillar crawling 
through the crotch of a brown tree. 

The man introduced himself as Ian from Sheffield as he stripped off 
jeans and jersey. He was a youngish man, not as hairy as he would be 
in middle age, and the area that had been covered by his speedo was 
much lighter than the rest of his torso and legs. He responded to the 
boy's questions about the location of Sheffield and the duration of 
his visit as he continued to make connexions between his rental RV 
and the high desert campground. Kevin ran around with him, holding 
blocks for levelling jacks and pulling and stretching water hose and 
electric wire as they chatted. When all was done Ian stooped to 
collect his clothing and Kevin brushed a hand tentatively across the 
man's back and nates. 

--That's some tan line you have. You're gonna burn your bum if you 
don't get some sunscreen on right away. And maybe some other parts 
too. 

The man shuddered slightly at the boy's touch. It had been quite a 
while since a young boy had touched him there--or anywhere for that 
matter--ten years or more at least since the last time he was a 
senior boy at Scout camp and he had gotten into some heavy petting 
with one of the Wolf Cubs. After that summer he had set all those 
feelings and excitement aside and gone to college and then into a job 
that sent him far and wide around the world. He had forgotten how 
much he enjoyed the touch and attention of a young boy but his penis 
responded as it always had; in all of an instant, as the man scooped 
up his clothes and stood, it swelled enough for the lad to notice. 

--You're getting hard just like me and you don't even have to touch 
it. Now its really gonna get burnt sticking out like that. 

That's not the only thing gonna get burnt thought Ian as memories of 
his last encounter at Scout camp flashed past. Just then the boy's 
father came ah-there-you-are-ing around the front of the coach. Ian 
had met him at check-in and now he stood behind his son, one hand on 
the boy's head. Kevin let go of himself where he had been stretching 
his "weiner" for Ian to see the white rings that escaped the sun when 
it was not erect and reached for his father's hand. 

--I see you have met our Welcome-Boy. He's at your service for the 
rest of the day; he'll show you around and explain the facilities. 
There's a few other families in camp but you're the last addition 
we're expecting today so the gate is closed and I have work to do in 
the well-house. Kevin, your mum has gone shopping; you take Mr 
Cummings round to meet the other campers and be sure you shower when 
you go in the pool. 

Ian had shifted his bundle clothing to hide the growing embarrassment 
between his legs but Kevin's dad had already noticed as he extended his 
hand to shake a second greeting. Don't worry about that, the man had 
said nodding his head slightly in recognition, Kevin has that effect 
on some of our guests; we don't mind his being familiar as long as he 
does not bother anyone. Welcome again to Comsunwithus. 

Kevin spoke as his father turned to leave, --I have a friend name of 
Ian but he's not here today. Do I have to call you Mr Cumming? 

--You can call me Ian if you like and I'll still be Cumming but won't 
I get confused when you call your friend? 

--No, he don't got a tan line either and he's not as big as you; he's 
my age so I can tell which one of you is Cumming. 

The boy smiled as if he was aware of the play on words and began to 
jump up and down. 

--Come on! Put your stuff away. I'll help you put on some sun screen 
if you like and then lets go meet folks and play in the pool! 


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