Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2007 12:53:28 -0400
From: Terry <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Club Med Vacation

Prologue:

	I thought we were going to share my room in the hotel that night.
Then suddenly he was gone.  Where he went, I never really found out, but I
have a few ideas over the years since this all happened.  He had probably
gone back down to the bars on the streets of the little Italian town where
my parents had tied our boat up for the weekend, or maybe even back to his
own room for a while.  He did come back eventually though.  I never asked
where he went, and he never told me.  It never really seemed that
important, but I am still curious when I think back about this story.

	I wasn't used to being able to go into a bar and order a drink, but
over in Italy as long as you could see over the bar and had money they
would serve you.  At sixteen, I had just gotten drunk for the first time in
my life, and I think it was the same for my new friend, Jacob.  I swear I
will never be able to forget that weekend we spent together in Sardinia.

* * *

	Let me tell you a little about us first though.  I'm Terry, and
this is the story of an extended summer vacation with my parents traveling
around the Mediterranean on a rented motor yacht in the late 1970s.  At the
time I was sixteen years old, 5'-9" tall, with light brown hair and blue
eyes.  Spending a lot of time on the boat, I was tanned everywhere but a
small strip around my middle, where my short, cut-off jean shorts covered
me.  They were fashionable back in the late 1970s, which is when this
little tale actually took place.

	Jacob was fifteen, and looked a lot like his father with thick,
black hair and olive-colored skin.  He was shorter than I, at about 5'-6"
tall.  His eyes were the deepest brown I had ever seen, so much so that I
found myself thinking that I could fall into them and get lost.  He would
tell me during our brief time together that his father was originally from
Israel, and that's where he got his looks.  While his skin was naturally
dark, there was a perceptible tan line where his shorts had covered him
while he had been out in the sun as well.

* * *

Disclaimer:

	What you are about to read is true, mostly.  The names (some of
them anyway) have been changed to protect the guilty...  All the places
described in this story are in fact truthful and accurate.  In fact, having
returned there a few years ago, I found everything almost exactly as I
remembered it.  The hotel we stayed at all those years ago is still there,
though it has been remodeled since this story takes place, I'm sure several
times.

	I would like to extend my grateful thanks to my friend Mike Arram
for continuing to allow me to bounce ideas off him and providing many
helpful suggestions as well as the encouragement that has actually gotten
me this far with the stories I have written.  I would also like to
gratefully thank all the readers who have written with comments.  I really
appreciate having heard from all of you.

	This story contains graphic depictions of sex between young males,
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Club Med Vacation Chapter One

	The restaurant's proprietor, an old Italian man named Bernardo,
brought over after dinner drinks for all of us.  They were the local
liqueur, a thick, deep red drink known as 'Mirto.'  Apparently it was made
from a local berry that didn't grow anywhere else in the world.  It was
sort of sweet, yet spicy at the same time.  If you couldn't say anything
else about it, you could sure say it was potent.

	Jacob's family was there on vacation for the summer too, but they
weren't taking it on a boat like we were.  He told me that they had flown
over to the island where my father had decided to dock the boat he had
rented for us to explore the Mediterranean Sea.  We would be spending the
weekend here in this little Sardinian town.  I really hadn't been enjoying
the trip all that much until I saw Jacob though, I mean seriously, a
sixteen year old trapped on a boat with his parents for the better part of
two months, who would call that a dream vacation?  The first thought that
went through my mind when I saw him was, 'This boy is fucking gorgeous!'

	We had met in a restaurant that evening.  Our families were sitting
at tables next to each other, and over in Italy it wasn't hard to tell that
they too were Americans.  I was lucky, the seat I was in was positioned
perfectly so I could look at him, and he too could look at me.  There was
just something about him that I recognized right off, I guess some of you
might call it "gaydar" these days, but I really don't know what it was.  We
could just tell from across the tables that we wanted to be together.  At
least that's what I thought.  And fortunately, it turned out to be true.

	Our parents seemed to hit it off, and decided to go out on the
piazza for cappuccino before going back to the hotel we were staying in
while we were in a port for a few days.  As it turned out, our families
were staying in the same hotel.  That was convenient, wasn't it?

	Well, Jake (as he liked to be called, even though his parents
didn't cooperate) and I really did end up getting along very well together.
We talked for a few minutes while our parents were waiting for the
cappuccinos to be brought to their table and he suggested that we walk
along the waterfront and talk some more.  Our parents didn't mind that we
were going to go walking off together; it was a safe little town on this
island in the Mediterranean and there wasn't any real crime there at all.
In fact if anything, it seemed like they were glad we were getting to know
each other.  We told them that we wouldn't stay out too late, and my
parents told me to just meet them in the dining room at the hotel for
breakfast at nine.  Jake's parents followed their lead and suggested that
he do the same.  We walked off together, grinning widely.

	It seemed like it wasn't unusual for Italian men to walk arm in
arm, it was just part of their culture and it didn't mean that they were
gay.  But we were a couple American kids over there, so we just weren't
comfortable doing that in public, but I know I wanted to, and I think he
did too.  I thought I could see something in his eyes when he looked at me
and I had this feeling that he could see the same thing in my eyes when I
looked at him; I know I felt that it was there, especially when I looked
him directly in the eyes.

	 We went into one of the little cafes and on a whim I ordered us
each another Mirto.  The bartender served us without question and I paid
him the three thousand lire he wanted for the drinks.  I know that sounds
like a lot, but it was really only about two dollars in U.S. money.  I had
decided almost immediately that I really liked the unusual taste of this
stuff.

	The additional drinks were probably a bad idea in retrospect.  I
know that I was a little woozy when we went back to the hotel.  Once we got
back to the room my parents had got for me, I rolled onto the large, queen
sized bed, moving to the far side as I did and patted my hand on the bed
next to me, inviting him to join me.  He did.  'Wow,' I thought, 'maybe I
have been reading this situation the right way.'  I really hoped I had.

	Jake lay down on the bed with me and we talked for a few minutes,
and I guess the liqueur we had drank got to me more than him, and I dozed
off for a few minutes.  Okay, it was probably more like I passed out for a
half hour or so.  When I woke up, I was disappointed to find that he was
gone.

	Okay, I can't lie, I was really kind of pissed that when I woke up
he wasn't there.  In retrospect though, I guess I shouldn't have been.
What can you say about teenage emotions though?  When have teens ever
really thought all that rationally about things?  I went down to the bar in
the hotel, half expecting to find him there.  He wasn't - he had probably
gone back to his room after I had passed out on him, and I didn't know what
room he was in.  A few other tourists were there, none of them Americans.
I couldn't understand a damn thing any of them were saying, or even figure
out what languages they were speaking for that matter, but the bartender at
least got the idea that I wanted a large Mirto.

	It took me three swigs to drain that glass down, and when I went
back to my room I actually had a little trouble working the key in the lock
on the door.  Once I got back inside, I used the bathroom and coming back
into the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks, dropping
them on top of my shoes.  Then I collapsed onto the bed.  I rolled over
onto my back and passed out again almost immediately.

	The next thing I knew, there was someone in the room with me.  It
was pretty dark with just a little light coming in from the street below,
and in my semi-drunken state I was having a hard time seeing anyway.  All I
could really tell at that point was that someone was on the bed with me,
trying to get my clothes off.  Apparently I had neglected to relock the
door when I came back to the room.

	I freaked, here I was in a foreign country, I hadn't been smart
enough to lock the door to my hotel room, and now there was someone on top
of me on my bed trying to get my clothes off.  I started to struggle, but
then that's only natural in this kind of situation, right?  I'm not kidding
you, I really thought that it was probably some pervert that had seen me
downing that drink in the bar before I came back up to my room that wanted
to have his way with me.

	When I started to struggle, he finally spoke.  "Hey dude, it's me,
it's Jake.  Relax dude."  Did I mention that his family lived in California
and he definitely had a surfer attitude and manner of speech?  Well he did.

	I didn't completely relax, because I still really wasn't certain
what was going on, but it did get me to stop struggling.  He took this as a
sign to keep going, trying to get my clothes off.  I had had a couple
sexual experiences with guys before this, and it was looking seriously like
I was about to have another one tonight with Jake.  Things were definitely
looking up.

	I don't know what it was, call it the paranoia from everything that
not only had happened that evening, but what I had imagined when I woke up,
so I told him to stop.  The next thing I heard leaving my lips, and I
really have no idea where it came from was, "You first."

	Jake did what I asked though...  I felt him back away from me on
the bed, though he was still on his knees above me.  My eyes were adjusting
to the dim light coming in through the window and I was able to see him
lift his t-shirt off and throw it onto the floor next to the bed.  God, his
chest was beautiful.  It was perfectly smooth, with small, black patches of
hair under his arms and very dark brown, dime-sized nipples.

	Then he got up, and standing next to the bed, kicked off his shoes
and the next thing I knew, his pants were falling to the floor.  He stepped
out of them, and then reached down to peel his socks off, dropping them
onto the pile of his clothes that were already on the floor.  I could make
out his legs now in the dim light.  There didn't appear to be a single bit
of hair on them at all, but I would discover later that there was a
scattering of fine, black airs on his thighs.

	All that was left now was the skimpy pair of white briefs he was
wearing.  The bulge in them looked pretty substantial from where I was
sitting on the bed.  He pulled the waistband out and dropped them down
below his balls.  He was half hard already, and his dick was sticking out
from his body.  It looked like it was a darker shade than the rest of his
body, but it was difficult to tell in the dim light.  There was a small
patch of black pubic hair above it.

	As Jake wriggled his legs to get the tight briefs he was wearing to
drop down his legs, his dick wagged back and forth, still growing and
becoming more erect as he did.  He stood there naked by the bed looking at
me.  "Well?" he said.

	I had been positively mesmerized by his beauty, and his speaking
sort of snapped me out o it.  "What?" I asked.

	"Are you going to get undressed now, or do I really have to rip
your clothes off?" he asked.  This really snapped me back to reality.

	"Why don't you undress me?" I suggested.

	Jake grinned as if that was just fine with him.  He moved back onto
the bed and knelt over me, seemingly all too happy to do exactly as I had
suggested.  He reached out and lifted my t-shirt up.  I raised my arms to
allow him to pull it up over my head and off.  My mother had insisted that
I wear slacks to dinner with them, and Jake was now fiddling with my belt
trying to get it open.  This belt had a sort of a weird buckle that was
difficult to open if you didn't know how, so I reached down and flipped it
open for him.  He pulled my belt free and dropped it and my shirt onto the
floor next to his pile of clothes.  He didn't have nearly the trouble with
the button on my waistband that he had with my belt buckle, and moments
later my slacks were sliding down my legs and joining our other clothes on
the floor.  Now I was left in only my briefs.  Mine weren't quite as skimpy
and tight as his had been, but they were having a hard time containing my
nearly erect dick.

	Jacob smiled at me then reached down and lifted the waistband of my
briefs over my dick, then slid his hands around behind me, cupping the
cheeks of my ass with his hands as I raised up to allow him to slide them
down my legs.  These were tossed over his shoulder as soon as he had them
off.  Then he leaned forward, stretching out so that his dick rubbed
against mine as he came in for a kiss.  Our tongues met and our dicks
ground together...  I think we were both as hard as we could possibly be.
I know I certainly was.

	When we broke the kiss I looked at him and asked, "So you're gay?"
I immediately thought what a stupid thing to say that was.  Here we were,
naked in bed, him definitely being the aggressor at that, and I'm asking
him if he's gay.

	He laughed and said, "Actually, I'm a tri-sexual."

	"Huh?" I asked, not understanding.  "A tri-sexual, what's that?"

	"I'll try anything at least once," he explained.

	I laughed at what I thought was a joke on his part at the time, and
grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him into me.  I loved the feeling
of our dicks, fully erect, rubbing together.  I would come to find out that
what he had said was no joke before the weekend was over though.  "So, have
you ever done anything with a guy before?" I asked him.

	"Nope," he told me.  I didn't know whether to believe him or not,
though later I came to suspect that he actually had.  "Have you?" he asked
me in return.

	"No," I lied.  Don't ask me why I did.  To this day I still can't
explain it.  There really only had been a couple other times when I had
done something sexual with other guys, and I had never done anything sexual
at all with girls.  It wasn't that I was completely disinterested, but I
definitely found other boys more attractive.

	Jake moved back on the bed, kissing and his way licking his way
down my chest as he went.  This reminded me of something I had heard about
that I was going to try with him at my first opportunity.  Then I felt his
mouth closing around the tip of my dick.  I was definitely in heaven at
that very moment!

	My first clue that he might have lied about his sexual experience
with other guys was when he slid his lips all the way down the length of my
shaft.  I could actually feel the end of my dick entering his throat.  Now
if that isn't a clue that he'd done that before, I don't know what is.  Or
maybe he just had no gag reflex at all.  I'm betting on practice, now that
I have more experience myself.

	Jake went up and down the entire length of my shaft a few times
before pulling off and turning his oral attention to my balls.  He licked
them all over first, and then sucked them each, one at a time into his
mouth.  When he had pulled his mouth off my dick, he had taken it in his
hand and was lightly jacking it while he licked and sucked at my balls.
This feeling was incredible!  If it went on much longer I was really going
to cum.

	I didn't want that yet though.  There was still so much more I
wanted to do with this boy, and I had no idea at that moment if we would
ever see each other again after this night together and I wanted to make
the most of it.  I pulled his mouth away from me, and told him it was his
turn for a little while.  He made an appreciative "Um hmm" noise, and
allowed me to roll him over onto his back.

	Now I could try my experiment.  It was something that I had read
about in one of those little half size magazines they used to have back
then where people wrote in with stories of their sexual encounters.  Of
course, these were all about straight sex.  There was no way you were going
to find any literature about gay sex, even in a big city like Charleston,
South Carolina in the late 1970s - not at sixteen years old anyway.
Getting my hands on the straight stuff was difficult enough.

	Okay, the experiment...  It was a thing I read about called 'the
alphabet.'  The idea was that you use your tongue to trace out all the
letters of the alphabet on your partner's stomach.  It was supposed to be
incredibly erotic.  I decided that it would be better if I did it on his
chest, staying as close to his nipples as possible.  I hoped he would find
it as stimulating as the magazine had made it sound.  I'll tell you this
much, it didn't do a lot for me, but every time my tongue brushed against
his nipples it sure seemed to do a lot for him.  Okay, when my tongue
brushed across his nipples was pretty good for me too.

	I had really probably only made it to about 'J' and I could feel
his dick twitching beneath me, so I thought it might be a good idea to pay
a little attention to that.  I moved down and took him into my mouth.  His
dick was about a half inch shorter than mine, I figured it to be about 5½
inches.  The girth was about the same though, both of them being fairly
slender.  Now here's what I meant about him probably having experience - I
could only get about half, maybe three quarters of it into my mouth before
I started to gag.  And I had certainly sucked a few dicks before.

	I was playing with his smooth, hairless balls and gently rubbing
his asshole with one finger as I sucked him.  When I felt his balls start
to draw up I knew it was time to back off.  I didn't want him cumming too
soon either.  I pulled off his dick and moved back up his body so we could
share another kiss.  This was a long and passionate one, each of our
tongues struggling for dominance in the other's mouth.

	When we broke apart, we were both exhausted and out of breath as we
rolled away from each other, but stayed connected by holding hands as we
lay on the bed.  We lay like that on the bed for a few minutes, and once we
had regained our breath he rolled over on top of me for another round of
hot, passionate kissing.  He was rubbing back and forth on top of me,
grinding our dicks together, and then he did something that truly amazed
me.  He rose up onto his knees, and taking my dick in his hand started to
lower himself onto me.  I couldn't believe he was doing this, I mean
without any lube or anything, he was guiding my dick into his ass as he
lowered himself onto me.

	I really wasn't sure about this, but he seemed to be, so I decided
to just go with it.  He continued to slowly lower himself, wriggling around
a little as he did. I felt the head of my dick slowly pass his anal ring
and I was in.  He paused at that point and leaned in for another kiss.  I
guess he needed a moment to adjust to the penetration.  That was fine by
me; I could have died totally happy right then.  After a few minutes he
resumed working his way down my shaft.  This time he didn't stop until my
dick was all the way inside him and my pubes were brushing against his
butt.  Now this was another thing that made me suspect that he had had sex
with guys before - he just took my dick into him like that, totally dry.
Okay, maybe not totally dry, but there couldn't have been that much spit
left on it from when he had been sucking me.

	He put his hands down on my shoulders to brace himself and while
that wasn't the most comfortable thing for me, when he started slowly
moving up and down on my dick, I really didn't care.  We worked ourselves
into a rhythm, and soon I was bucking my hips up into him as he moved atop
me.  You know, they say time flies when you're having fun, and that must be
true - I know it had to be longer because we were both covered with a light
sheen of sweat by the time I came inside him - because it only seemed like
about two minutes.

	He rolled off me, and I swear my dick actually made a popping noise
as it came out of him.  He cuddled up next to me, resting his head of my
shoulder.  I draped my arm over him and pulled him into me.  Jake seemed to
enjoy that and snuggled in as close as he could to me.  Moments later he
was snoring lightly, and I fell asleep not long after.

	When I woke in the morning he was gone again, and so were his
clothes.  This boy sure seemed to disappear a lot.  I glanced at the clock
on the nightstand and saw that it was already 8:30.  I remembered that we
were supposed to meet our parents downstairs for breakfast at 9:00, so I
figured I had better jump in the shower and get dressed.

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