Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 19:12:43 +0000 From: Story Teller <story_to_tell@hotmail.com> Subject: Smooth Summer SMOOTH SUMMER OK this is my first attempt at gay fiction. It is fictional but it draws on my own experience, and I've tried to keep it subtle and not too graphic...for now. I have some ideas for a follow up so if you like what I've written please let me know so I can work on a further instalment. --------------------------------------------------------- Most people will have heard of the small Mediterranean country of Croatia, but sadly for a lot of the wrong reasons. However the summer I spent there last year set me straight on some of my preconceptions, and the memories of that country and my experiences there will stay with me forever. A bit about me. My name is Rob and I was 20 and on vacation from my first year of University. I have always loved playing tennis and have played at county and national level for England. I was therefore delighted to get a summer job coaching tennis Croatia, although with some trepidation about what I would find there. However Croatia was nothing like I expected. The people were so friendly and the scenery dramatic and breathtaking. It has a beautiful, long coastline on the Adriatic Sea with hundreds of islands. These were all pretty much untouched by the war, although now very quiet because so few people now take their holidays there. The tennis centre I worked at was on one of these islands; great facilities but with only a fraction of the visitors it used to get. I therefore only needed to work in the mornings as all the guests had plenty of time for lessons and practice then, which left me free to explore the island in the afternoon. The guests were mainly Croatians but with quite a lot of Germans and a few other Europeans. There were a few older people and families but most of the players were young - teenagers or in their early twenties - and predominantly male! I never realised but Croatian men are generally gorgeous - tall, lightly tanned, slim and athletic - and the standard of the rest was pretty hot too. Me, well I am very fit being a tennis player and okay looking I think, 5' 10" and dark hair. And by that point pretty much decided I was gay. I'd had a few casual encounters, my closest friends knew I was gay and no-one seemed too phased by it. There wasn't much to do with my afternoons off, except to explore the beaches, soak up some sun and take a swim. The beaches were rocky rather than sandy and because it was so quiet you could easily find a corner to yourself. Something else I found out about Croatia is that nudism is really common there and no-one bats an eyelid if you choose to bare all. This came as a shock to me one afternoon as I sat amongst the rocks in my usual place and watched some-one swim towards shore in front of me and then emerge from the water completely naked. From where I was I could watch him without him seeing me stare (though to be honest I was more interested in what I could see before me than worrying if he would notice). He was I'd guess about 6' tall, slim but with broad shoulders and a defined chest, though not too muscular. Lean, and probably a swimmer. He had blond hair but what really struck me was it looked like he didn't have a hair on his body. From my distance I couldn't be sure but it looked like he had shaved off all his pubic hair, leaving his cock and balls fully exposed, and tanned the same honey brown as the rest of his body, not a tan line in sight. It seemed like I was staring for hours, just taking in how beautiful he was. He seemed happy to just stand there and dry in the sunshine, not getting aroused and totally unconcerned about who might see him. His arms were slim but strong looking, his body Y-shaped without an ounce of fat, his hips narrow and his legs long with nice tight muscles. All this seemed the perfect frame for his ample balls and cock, a very decent size, hanging slightly to one side. The spell was broken when he looked up and glanced over in my direction, and he must have seen me sat there transfixed. He looked at me straight in the eye and we held each other's gaze for a moment, almost a bit too long. He must have known I'd been looking at him but he didn't seem bothered. And then he turned round, showing me his smooth, rounded and naked butt, before slipping back into the water and swimming away. I sat there a while longer, still transfixed and not knowing what to do next. My cock was rock hard and had been since I first saw him. If I'd been bolder I would have jerked off there and then but I managed to control myself and saved it till I got back to my room. That was a very hot wank - picturing my naked, smooth swimmer, and imagining all the things I could do to him. ------------------------------------------------ The next day I decided to return to the same place in the hope of seeing him again. The naked swimmer had set me thinking and, on my way to the beach I started to notice that, of the few people sitting on the beaches or half hidden in the rocks, quite a few were nude. When I got to my usual place, I settled down but my swimmer was nowhere to be seen. I felt a pang of disappointment not to see him again, but I decided I had to put yesterday's experience down as one to remember but not to be repeated. As no-one else seemed to be around I decided to throw caution to the wind and strip off completely - that would be today's novelty! At first it felt very strange to be completely naked knowing people could pass by at any time, but the feeling of the hot sun all over my body was amazing. I found myself getting hard and, without thinking, I started to gently stroke myself. I sat there for a while, gentling jerking myself and allowing my thoughts to wander back to the naked swimmer boy. I wondered to myself, had he really shaved all his body hair, or was it just very blond and sun bleached, as I ran my fingers through my own, thick, dark pubes. I imagined his hard, smooth flesh, soft and clean to the touch, and longed to soak up some more of him. I decided this was not the place to cum, and I would be better to save myself for later, so rolled over onto my front to settle down for some sunbathing. It was only as I stretched out that I noticed him, not on the rocks but further up where the trees started to thin out and the rocky beach began. My swimmer was sat, half hidden in the shade of the trees, and he must have been watching me all along. In the quick glance I got I thought he too was naked but I couldn't be certain, but again we caught each other's eye. I couldn't believe it when he got up and stepped out of the trees. His cock was half erect and in its part swollen state must have been 6 inches long and much fatter than the day before. He walked towards me and with each step his cock grew a little bigger and jutted out a little further. He stopped about 6 feet away from me, and sat down on the rocks, all the time keeping my gaze. By this time he was fully erect and his throbbing cock looked so inviting. It was now about 7 inches long, thick and with a well defined head. He was uncut and his cock head was emerging tantalisingly from his foreskin. At this distance I could see clearly that he was completely shaved - his balls and all round the base of his cock were silky smooth. As we sat there looking at each other he started to jerk off, slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft, revealing then hiding his purple head. Without even thinking I sat up to face him and started to stroke myself, amazed at the feeling as I started to relieve my throbbing cock. Like I said, I'd had a few gay encounters (and one with a woman but lets not kill the moment) but this was the best sexual moment I'd ever had, even though we didn't even touch or speak. And it was over all too quick as I soon shot my load in his direction. He took a few moments longer before shooting out three or four thick blobs of creamy cum, some of which landed on the rocks between us and trickled down to mix in with mine. We sat there for a few minutes, just looking at each other. I smiled and he smiled back, with a glint in his eye and a look that was a mixture of tenderness and desire. And then he stood up, smiled again, walked down to the edge and slipped into the water and swam away. The whole event must only have lasted 15 minutes and once he was gone I wondered did I dream it all? However as I watched our cum evaporate in the hot Croatian sun I knew it was real and I knew I would have to come back the next day....