Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2001 23:03:44 +0000
From: Story Teller <story_to_tell@hotmail.com>
Subject: Smooth Summer 2

SMOOTH SUMMER PART 2

Thanks for the positive feedback for the first instalment.  Here is the next
part for your enjoyment.  Please let me know if you think this is a story
worth continuing and if you have any suggestions for what you would like to
see happen next.  As I mentioned before this is fiction inspired by real
events but now I am getting more into fiction....

______________________________________________________________________

After he had swam away I couldn't get the image of him out of my mind even
though I could barely tell if it had happened at all.  Who would believe
that such a fleeting encounter could have such an effect.  Even as I sat
there reflecting on what had happened I felt myself hardening again - a very
good recovery time for me.  I thought back to the couple of other gay
encounters I had had in my life but they were the ones that seemed unreal
and meaningless even though I had not even spoken to or touched my swimmer
boy.

The thought of him stayed with me for the rest of the day, and that night as
I drifted off to sleep I tried to imagine him with me and thought of what it
would be like to make love to him.  But somehow I couldn't get into the
fantasy - it was far more thrilling to remember the reality - to picture him
sat just out of reach, gently stroking himself as he gazed at me doing the
same, just looking at each other in silence.

The next day it all seemed more like a dream, and I could barely get through
the morning's coaching, just thinking back and reminding myself that it had
happened.  Inevitably I had to return to my usual spot that afternoon to see
if he would be there and I couldn't wait to get my work done.

However I thought my luck was out that day.  A new party of guests had
arrived the night before and there were lots more people to coach that day,
so much so I did not finish until later than usual.  I rushed round to get
down to the beach but by the time I got there it was later than the two
previous days.

I was sure I would have missed him and even thought of turning back and
exploring some new beaches.  Luckily my curiosity got the better of me and I
carried on through the trees to my usual place.  As I reached the top of the
beach I looked down and a very pleasant sight met my eyes.  He was there.

He was sunbathing, naked again, and lying pretty much in my usual spot.  I
held back in the trees for a while and just looked at him.  I guessed he'd
been there a while as he didn't look wet, like he'd just come from the
water, but he was glistening in the sun with just a hint of sweat on his
forehead and chest.  A small bead of sweat dripped from his pecs and
trickled down his side into his smooth armpits which were exposed as his
arms were behind his head.  I imagined myself bolder, and how I could have
just gone straight for him and licked the droplet from him.  I wondered how
it would taste - salty but somehow sweet and fresh.

I looked him up and down and reminded myself how perfect he looked, tall,
tanned and oh so smooth.  His cock was totally flaccid - maybe a little
smaller than I had seen it before but somehow it made me feel all the more
privileged - to be able to take him in without his seeing me or knowing I
was there.

I realised that today our roles were reversed - if a move was to be made it
had to be by me.  I thought about how best to approach him.  Before it had
just happened spontaneously and he had come from and gone back into the sea.
  This time I noticed he had a bag and towel with him so he must have come
on foot, perhaps he had come here hoping to see me too.

This realisation was the prompt I needed, so I emerged from the trees and
picked my way down the rocks.  Taking a lead from him yesterday I sat near
to him but not too close, and started to undress.  I felt of shiver of
thrill go through me as he looked up and just a hint of a smile crossed his
lips.  I decided to play it cool and carried on undressing as he watched me.

By the time I peeled off the last of my clothes I was hard as a rock and, I
was pleased to notice, so was he.  For a moment we just sat there in silence
as yesterday.  But then he took the initiative and spoke, saying simply
"Hvala" (Croatian for hello) but in a German accent.  I replied with a
German "Guten tag" but in a heavy English accent which made him grin
broadly, lighting up his tanned face with a flash of pearly white teeth.  He
then spoke in English and asked me to come and sit closer so we could talk.

I was happy to oblige and moved my clothes and bag and spread my towel out
next to him.  He had turned on his side to face me and stretched his legs
out and as I smoothed my towel down I brushed his leg.  It was like a pulse
of electricity passed through me and I shuddered as I felt tingles up my
spine.

I lay down next to him and faced him, mirroring his position, our cocks
seemingly pointing towards each other.  We introduced ourselves (his name
was Anders) and exchanged some small talk in a mix of English and German.
However the small talk soon dried up as it seemed not to be the real issue
on either of our minds.

For a moment we just stared deeply into each other's eyes, not saying or
needing to say a word, and then slowly we moved towards each other.  Our
lips met and our bodies touched as we embraced and then lost ourselves in a
long, deep kiss.  He smelt of a heady mix of sweat, sea salt and sun lotion,
not a strong smell but a subtle combination that is best described as the
smell of sunshine.

As we lay there, our arms wrapped around each other, our bodies just seemed
to fit together, his long legs entwined with mine.  Our cocks rubbed next to
each other and I could feel the smoothness of his crotch against the thick,
dark pubic hair of my own.

Our lips parted and he started to kiss my face and neck and then moved down
my body.  I let my hands caress his hair and neck, and then as he moved
delicately down my body I sat up a little so I could brush my fingers up and
down his back, delighting in the waves of goose bumps I was raising on his
warm, tanned flesh.

Finally his lips reached my cock.  I tensed slightly in anticipation of what
I hoped was about to happen but instead of taking me into his mouth he just
kissed my cock gently, and then nibbled slowly down my shaft.  I had never
felt anything so wonderful as this, just an amazing physical sensation, a
sexual thrill but heightened all the more by the tenderness of the moment.
Then with his tongue he started to gently lick my balls, darting it in and
out and making my writhe with pleasure.  Just when I least expected it he
pulled up sharply and then dived down again, taking my cock into his warm,
moist mouth and clamping hard onto me.  He proceeded to suck me, not roughly
but with a hunger that contrasted with the tenderness of his kisses and
touches before.

I knew that much more of this would make me come, and I wasn't quite ready
yet.  I started to twist myself round and he repositioned himself so we were
lying side by side in a 69 position.  This gave me a clear shot at his
smooth cock and balls, which seemed all the more beautiful so close.  I
decided to adopt his gentle approach and started to kiss and caress his
hairless balls.  His crotch smelt and tasted a little salty from the sea,
all mixed in with a wonderful man smell but not too strong due to the lack
of hair.  This meant I could easily kiss and lick him right underneath his
balls which drove him wild.  All the while he had still been sucking and
kissing me but he pulled away slightly to concentrate on the pleasure I was
giving him.

After sucking first one ball and then the other I moved up his throbbing
cock, kissing every bump and vein until I reached his head, now fully
exposed from beneath his foreskin.  I didn't go straight for the kill, but
ran my tongue along the edge of the head, just poking underneath his
foreskin and then taking him just inside my mouth and rolling his head
around for a moment.  I then took him in a little deeper, at the same time
as he took me back into him, and we pleasured each other, our arms now
wrapped around each other.  The thrill and pleasure of sucking him became
all too much for me and I felt my climax building.  I sucked a little harder
and then felt myself coming, shooting my load into his mouth, which he
gratefully swallowed whilst continuing to suck me very gently.

My climax just made me want to sucking his cock all the more, and I wanted
to make him come as he had done for me.  I quickened my pace and brought my
hands up to cradle and caress his balls.  This seemed to be all he needed
and I felt him tense and then release his load into my mouth.  I savoured
the taste, a little sweet, a little salty, until he had shot all he had, and
then, for the first time in my life, I swallowed it down, relishing every
drop.

We pulled apart and moved round so we could kiss and then embrace.  We lay
there for a while, in the hot Croatian sun, exhausted but exhilarated from
our lovemaking.