Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2007 11:14:33 -0400 From: Terry <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Club Med Vacation 05 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 thank all the readers who have written with comments. I really appreciate having heard from all of you. 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I sucked the entirety of his dick into my mouth, and took his smooth nut sack in one hand, kneading the walnut sized orbs contained inside while dropping my pinky down to massage his loose, dripping hole. Marco's semen was starting to leak out of him. I was right; it wasn't long until he was back to a full erection. Marco had left his little tub of Vaseline on the nightstand when he and Mateo had departed, so I retrieved it and started working the slimy goop up and down Jake's shaft. It looked like there was going to be just enough left for what I had in mind. Once I thought there was enough there, I lay back and started rubbing some of the gel around my hole. I inserted my finger inside just a little, smearing some of the Vaseline inside myself. Once I thought I was ready, I rolled over onto my stomach and slid a pillow under my middle, presenting and offering myself to Jake. He got the idea, and seconds later I felt him moving in behind me. I felt the tip of his dick start pressing into me. I pressed back against him, feeling more and more of him slipping inside me as I did. He made his entry slowly, but steadily, not stopping his penetration until he was completely inside me and I could feel the tickling of his pubic hair against my butt cheeks. Jake held that position for a couple moments, and then slowly began to withdraw. It had been quite a while since I had taken the bottom position. Okay, so at sixteen years old, I wasn't all that experienced, but this certainly wasn't my first sexual encounter. I had nearly forgotten the feeling of fullness that having a dick imbedded in your backside gives you, but not quite. And the feelings I was getting from Jake right then were certainly exquisite. He pulled nearly all the way out, and then began pushing his way back in until fully embedded once more. He repeated his actions, moving slowly as he got started. He pumped in and put several times before beginning to pick up the pace. He was more or less lying fully on top of me when he started, but as his pace quickened he raised himself off me, arching his back. His thrusts became more frenzied, and I was moving with him, pushing back against him as he pushed into me. As his pace quickened, I sensed that he was near his orgasm. Then he shoved into me forcefully, almost violently and remained. I could feel his warm juices pumping into me as he jerked, barely pulling out and pushing back in as he spent the last of his load. Once he was finished, Jake collapsed on top of me. I craned neck, turning my head so that we could share a kiss. That was the last thing I remembered before we drifted off to sleep, Jake still inside me, but starting to soften. - - - I woke the next morning alone once again. Jake's clothes were gone, as was he. I can't say I was surprised. I really sort of expected him not to be there when I woke up, so I can't really say that I was disappointed. Well, okay I admit it, I was a little disappointed when it came right down to it. While I hadn't expected him to be there, I had hoped he would be. I got up and took a shower, making sure that I rearranged the pillows to more normal positions on the bed before I went into the bathroom. I wouldn't want to forget about that and leave the hotel staff talking, would I? Then again, all the semen stains left on the sheets was going to give them plenty to talk about I'm sure. I was happy when I got out of the shower that the towel racks were heated. Even though I had just stepped out of a hot shower, the fact that the towel I used to dry myself was warmed made it that much more enjoyable. I dressed in slacks and a nice shirt when I went down to meet my parents for breakfast. Changing into a comfortable t-shirt and cut-off shorts could wait until after breakfast, when with any luck Jake and I would be off on our own again. Today I made it down to the dining room a few minutes early, surprising even myself. I didn't want to listen to another one of my father's punctuality lectures, and this was the best way to avoid it. I was trying to walk as normally as possible after what I had done with Jake only a few hours before, not to mention the slight burn I had on my buns. I wasn't entirely successful I suppose. I say that because Dad commented on it, saying "That scooter not agreeing with you?" as I walked in, apparently showing a little discomfort in my gait. "Yeah," I agreed with him. "It takes a little getting used to. I don't think it will be so bad today - I think I'm getting the hang of riding it." Dad didn't say anything about turning it back in when I said that, so things were looking up as far as Jake and me getting away by ourselves again today. After that brief exchange at the table I went over to the buffet to get my breakfast. I was really hungry that morning. Apparently on Sunday mornings they did something special in the breakfast room and there was a chef at the end of the buffet line preparing crepes to order. By the time I finished going back for more time and again he seemed a little dismayed at how much I could eat. Hey, sixteen years old? I was a growing boy, what can I say? I could eat, and fortunately I had a high metabolism so nothing ever stuck. Jake had made it down in the middle of my second crepe, arriving about fifteen minutes past the appointed time. I noticed that he didn't get a punctuality lecture from his dad. I'd have pointed that out to mine later if I didn't mind getting the 'just because it's okay for other people to do it doesn't mean that it's okay for you' lecture. Ultimately I decided against it. I figured I'd heard that one enough. Another thing I noticed was that he was wearing an old t-shirt, cut-off shorts and his tennis shoes. It was hard to imagine shorts cut any shorter than the ones he was wearing yesterday, but these looked as if they could have been. I knew that there were places back home where he might have been arrested for indecent exposure dressed as he was. Damn the conservative south where my family lived! I certainly wasn't going to complain about the way he was dressed though. If this was the way all the boys dressed in Southern California where Jake was from I was damn sure going to have to visit there someday! Pushing for the two of us boys to get away again together today, I asked the adults what they had planned for today. "Oh there are still so many historic sights to see that we didn't get to on our tour yesterday," Jake's mother pined. "I thought it would be nice to see them today, and if your parents want to join us again..." she trailed off, opening an invitation to my mom and dad. My mom didn't even wait for dad's response before accepting, "Oh that would be lovely. You know Giuseppe Garibaldi had a residence here, according to the tourism pamphlets it's supposed to be lovely. I think it would be a great place to see to start the day." Mom was referring to the Italian national hero. Sort of their version of our George Washington I suppose. I could tell by the look on both our father's faces that they would have rather taken the boat out for a little fishing and a few beers, but it looked like they were going to have to 'take one for the team' again today and go sight-seeing with our moms. This was something that our mothers were both either oblivious to, or just ignoring. Knowing mine as I did, she was probably ignoring it. The only thing our fathers could have done to make the way they felt any more obvious short of actually saying it was if they had let out verbal groans I could tell they were holding in. "So are you boys coming with us today or do you want to go off by yourselves and play again today?" Jake's mother asked. Play? Boy, if she only knew how we'd been 'playing!' "I think we were planning on going to the beach again today," Jake answered for both of us. I guess he wanted to take Marco up on his invitation to join him on the nude beach again today. That was fine with me. "Well that's okay I suppose," my mother said. "You boys be back here by six though for dinner." When we were finished with breakfast, Jake joined me in my room while I changed. Once we entered, Jake made mention of the way my walking made it look like I was a little sore. "Yeah, but it's a pleasant sore," I told him. "The way I got this way was worth it." I leaned forward to give him a kiss, but for some reason he wasn't receptive to that at the moment. I didn't understand, but I went along for the time being. This boy I had hooked up with could certainly swing into some weird moods. Jake sat on my bed while I changed. I stripped down to my tighty-whitey briefs and had just picked up a pair of cut-off shorts out of my bag to and began to put them on when he said "Wait, don't wear anything under them." "What?" I asked him. "Are you crazy?" His idea sounded rather ludicrous to me. I glanced down at his crotch though, and was able to see now that both of his nuts were just barely peeking out on either side of the seam that ran through the crack of his ass. There was after all only about a quarter inch of inseam left where he had cut the shorts off. "Come on," he said, spreading his legs open a little more. "I'm doing it." Talk about overstating the obvious... Jeez, I was having trouble believing he had come down to breakfast like that. He convinced me though. I dropped my briefs and pulled my shorts on over my bare skin. I then pulled on a t-shirt and slipped my feet into my shoes. When I sat on the bed and leaned down to tie my shoes, I took the opportunity to check between my legs to see if I was as 'on display' as Jake was. My shorts had a slightly more modest cut to them with just less than an inch of inseam, and they seemed to be holding everything in fairly adequately. We put a couple towels into my carry bag and grabbed our helmets and the key to the scooter and headed down to the lobby. As we walked down the front steps of the hotel, we saw our parents on the other side of the street getting into the Mercedes sedan Jake's parents had rented at the Olbia airport. We exchanged waves with our mothers then donned our helmets and rode off in the opposite direction they were headed. Once again Jake slipped his hands under my shirt to hold onto me as we rode toward our destination at the nude beach. Just as there had been the day before, there were several cars and mopeds parked along the road. I pulled the scooter in amongst the mopeds and we got off, taking our helmets off and leaving them hanging on the scooter's handlebars. We walked down the path through the woods to the beach, holding hands as we did. It felt sort of strange, holding hands with another boy like this in relative public. Okay, we weren't really in public walking down the path, but there was still a chance that we could run into someone else at any moment. I tried to let go of Jake's hand as we walked out onto the sand. He wasn't having any of that though, and held on as we walked across the beach. Now we were in public - there were a lot of people on the beach that we were in full view of as we made our way toward the trail that led up to Marco's little perch. I pulled Jake to a stop and asked if he didn't want to go into the water first. "Nope," he said. "Let's get some sun first; we can go in the water later." Then he pulled along after him as he went up the trail. When we reached the sandy plateau Marco had showed us halfway up the hill it was deserted. I had expected that Marco would have been there, but it was still fairly early in the morning. I was certain he would show up fairly soon. What I did wonder was, would he have Mateo with him today? Jake and I spread our towels out on the ground, slightly overlapping them and lay down. "Spread some suntan lotion on my back for me?" Jake asked. "Only if you'll return the favor," I replied. Jake was only too agreeable to do just that. When I had finished applying the lotion to his back, I lay on my stomach while he did the same to me. It was almost like getting a massage as he rubbed the creamy lotion into my skin. He worked his way down my back, finally reaching the cheeks of my ass. He seemed to spend an extra long time kneading them in his hands. It felt very good to me though. Finally he started working his way down my legs. His ministrations were taking on more and more aspects of a massage as he went. After reaching my ankles, he started back up my legs. I wish I had been so attentive to him when I had spread the lotion over his body. When his hands were back to my butt, he reached down between my legs. I raised my middle up since he was obviously trying to get at my goodies. Jake grasped my semi-hard dick and pulled it back, extending between my legs as I lowered myself back down onto my towel. I hope he didn't plan on stimulating me any further at the moment - if my dick got any stiffer than it already was; the way he had positioned it was going to become extremely uncomfortable for me. It was probably half an hour or so later when we heard a noise like rocks being kicked from above us on the hill. It was Marco, coming down another trail from the top of the hill that I hadn't noticed earlier. It was a little rockier than the one that led from the little ledge to the beach. I was curious what was farther up the hill and where Marco was coming from. Marco was wearing a pair of shorts and black canvas tennis shoes and carrying a towel in one hand. His deeply tanned chest and dark little nipples were absolutely stunning. And those smooth beautiful legs of his... Magnificent! Not as nice as Jake's though, not to me. I've always had a thing for that dark, Mediterranean complexion, and both these boys fit that bill perfectly. Then there was also their thick, straight black hair. I looked over at Jake as Marco walked across the sandy ground toward us. Jake had rolled over a little onto his side, so now I could see his dick. It probably wasn't even half hard. I definitely preferred the way it looked in its softer state to the way Marco's did. That is to say that I prefer cut dicks to uncut ones. When I had seen Marco hard previously, his foreskin had retracted back enough so that it was completely off the head of his dick. I would find out that this was not necessarily always the case this afternoon. Marco spread his towel out next to mine, then kicked off his shoes and unfastened his shorts. He let them fall down his legs and stood there for a moment looking down at Jake and me wearing only a skimpy pair of bikini briefs, identical to the ones he had worn the previous evening except that these were bright white. They contrasted magnificently with his brown skin. Just a little bit of Marco's black pubic hairs were showing above the top of them. Marco pushed his tiny white briefs down his legs, wiggling a little as he did to work them down over his thighs. His limp penis flapping back and forth as he did. The foreskin was completely covering the head, a little bit of the lose skin hung past the tip. He lay down on his towel on his stomach. It was time for Jake and me to roll over onto our backs though and get a little sun on our front sides now. It wouldn't do to let our backs get too much sun. We all lay on our backs sunning. I stayed propped up on my elbows a good bit of the time, as did Jake. I can't say for sure about him, but I was doing it to admire the view. Not the view of the beach - from where we were lying we couldn't see much of it because of the small outcropping of rocks along the edge. To our right, past the trail that led down to the beach we were able to see some other people in the distance, but they were too far away to be able to make out any detail. I had all the detail I needed right here though in Marco and Jake. We stayed on the ledge with Marco until around noon. By then Jake and I were getting pretty hungry again. We pulled our clothes back on, shook the sand out of our towels and put them back into my bag as we said our goodbyes to Marco. He asked us before we left if we wanted to meet him at the Cristal Bar again that evening after dinner. Not knowing what our parents were going to have planned that night, plus with both our families planning to leave in the morning we knew it would have to be an early night. We were non-committal, telling Marco that we would try but couldn't be sure. Once more, Jake put his hands under my shirt, holding me just above the waist as we rode the scooter back into town. Damn, how I loved the feeling of his warm fingers on my skin. I've said that before though, haven't I? We parked the scooter outside the hotel, took our things upstairs and left them in my room. The hotel's dining room wasn't open for lunch, but there was a sandwich shop on the main piazza called Angelo's that served excellent sandwiches on focaccia bread. The man who ran the shop put plenty of filling into them, and soon Jake's and my bellies were full. Sitting at the little table outside his shop eating was better than eating in the hotel's dining room anyway, the day was warm and there was a nice breeze coming in off the water. We walked around the little town after we finished our sandwiches. Pretty much everything was made of stone, concrete or tile. The streets and sidewalks were all large, old granite cobblestones about eighteen inches square. The edges of the stones were all rounded with age, so it was necessary to be careful not to twist our ankles. Maybe this was why the Italians all tended to walk arm-in-arm - for added stability. Too bad the culture we had grown up in saw this as such a great taboo. It would have been so nice to walk like that with Jake down a public street. Even with the walking we had been doing after lunch, we were both feeling a little tired. It was probably as much from not getting but a few hours sleep as it was from having stuffed ourselves at the sandwich shop. We decided to go back to the hotel to get a few hours sleep. Naturally it turned out to be in my room. * * * Comments and feedback are welcomed at t_macd@comcast.net. Flamers will be ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me. Anger her at your own risk. NOTE: Of late, those of you with Hotmail accounts might have to look in your junk mail folders for my messages. They seem to have a problem with the comcast.net domain for some reason. If you would like to be notified by e-mail when new chapters of my stories are posted, let me know, and I will add you to my notification list.