Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2011 17:06:21 +0000
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: Holidays by the Sea - 129

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Chapter 128 ended

J moved on to the other naked boy. "Let's see, you must be Charles
McAllister?" J asked as he approached him.

"Yeah, but my friends call me Chuck so you can too." Chuck replied.

"Thank you Chuck." J said, "I can see from the hair style that you are not
shy about things and I guess with a package like that you have no reason to
be shy. After all that is a fairly decent package for a 14 year old." J
said following up on what had happened in the shower before dinner."

"Well if you have got it and want to use it, you got to show the customer
what he will get." Chuck said.

J picked up on the gender Chuck chose for his customer, but did not say
anything at the time. He decided he would let a bit more probing confirm
what his gaydar was telling him before making any moves.

Chapter 129

J chatted with Chuck on less intimate matters for a little while longer
before moving on to another and just managed to get in the final resident
of the dorm before he had to call lights out. He put his pad away and
checked on his cooler. Deciding to get the bottle filled, he changed the
bottles over and took the near empty bottle with him as he went back into
the dorm and warned the boys that they had about five minutes left till the
lights would go out.  J reminded them that they would be suffering a bit of
jet lag and so should get to sleep as soon as possible as they were already
going to bed two hours later due to the time difference; and they still had
the full ten days of action packed camp ahead of them. He continued on and
filled the bottle and took it back to his room. J asked them to honour the
lights out rule and told them that he would tolerate a little bit of quiet
talking, but that they were to be considerate of the others who might want
to go to sleep straight away and so keep the noise down to the minimum. J
also warned them that if he had to come out to quieten them there would be
trouble and they did not want to suffer the trouble which J would bring
upon them.

With that he turned the light off and wished them all a good night. Going
back into his room, he closed the door and keeping just his bedside light
on, he stripped off and getting a can out he opened a Red Bull and began
chugging that down as went through the bed plan and added his more personal
observations of each boy alongside his name.  Through the closed door J
could hear soft murmurings as boys chatted amongst themselves and even the
occasional muted giggle, but never enough to warrant him going out to check
on them. Gradually the sounds faded and by half an hour after lights out,
there was a relative silence coming from the dorm. J stripped off and lay
back on his bed to read for a bit and then he got his torch ready and
turned off the light. Quietly he opened his room door and just stood there
in the darkened doorway listening for several minutes. He did not hear a
single sound that told him anyone was still awake. J moved back to his bed
and lay down on it; he checked his watch and decided that if he waited
about half an hour more he should be able to get something out of at least
one of the boys. While J was lying there he was trying to remember which
boy was in which bed. If he couldn't think of it, he would use his torch to
check his pad and so gradually he got to where he was reasonably certain he
had the names off pat.

It was a bit longer than the half hour he had set for himself when J got up
and walked out his room. Turning right and almost immediately right again
he came to the first boy whose bed space was parallel with and adjacent to
the end wall of his own room. J already knew without having to think much
that this bed was occupied by Fred. J stood there for a little bit and
listened. Hearing the pattern of breathing he knew meant that the sleeper
was in a deep sleep and therefore more susceptible to what J had in
mind. Satisfied, J shone the torch over Fred's body and then moved on up to
where the edge of the torch light was shining on Fred's face and as J
observed he became certain that Fred was sound asleep. Encouraged by that,
J placed his hand on Fred's leg and looked for a reaction; seeing none he
took his hand away and carefully pulled the sheet back so that he could see
what Fred was wearing. J saw a very baggy pair of sleeping shorts and
wondered if they were hiding a pair of briefs. Once again he rested his
hand on Fred's leg, only this time it was a bit higher up the leg and skin
on skin. Still no reaction allowed J to slid his hand up Fred's leg and
gather some of the soft material of the shorts up as he slid his hand
closer to Fred's cock. Fred's only reaction was to open his legs a little
wider as if trying to give J better access. J took advantage of this and
running his hand up under the leg of the shorts he got as high as he could
as his fingers came up against the crease of his crotch. Stretching his
index finger out, J came into contact with Fred's ball bag and he was
pleased to find that Fred had left the undies in his locker.

Touching Fred's ball bag elicited no response from him and this emboldened
J further to slide to his hand over Fred's cock and rest it there for a few
seconds while he observed Fred's face in the muted torch light. Fred
continued to sleep and allow J some more fondling which brought about the
usual reaction and Fred's cock began to inflate to its full four and a half
inches as J slowly masturbated it, pulling the foreskin back slightly and
letting it slip forward again with each stroke. As baggy as his sleeping
shorts were, J found them to be hampering his movements and so holding the
torch in his teeth he was able to bring his second hand into action and
hook Fred's cock and balls out of the leg of the shorts and with the sheet
pushed back, Fred's goods were back on full view to J and he had complete
freedom to continue to jerk the boy. Fred appeared to be oblivious to it
all and J kept up the stroking for a good while as his own cock pointed
solidly out from his body. Taking the torch from his mouth he brought it
down to shine more directly on Fred's cock and was pleased to see that the
end of the cock was glistening with pre-cum. J wondered how close he could
get Fred to an orgasm before he woke up, or if he would cum without waking
up. With the extra lube available J began rubbing his thumb over the top of
Fred's cock on each up stroke. As he watched, he saw Fred's ball bag begin
to tighten and pull his balls up towards his cock and as the balls reached
the base of Fred's cock, J felt it jerk and a small jet of cum shot out and
onto the outside of Fred's shorts. J stroked a few more times to make sure
his ejaculation was complete before he pulled the sticky shorts over the
softening cock and then pulled the sheet over that. Allowing his torch
light to move a little up Fred's bed, J was able to see that Fred was still
asleep and he hoped that Fred would just think that he had had a wet dream
during the night as J was sure the evidence would have dried and it would
not be easy to tell which side of the shorts the cum had landed. Very
satisfied with his first attempt, J moved on to the next bed.

This bed was occupied by Andrew Cockerton who is fourteen years old and
lives in that delightful city of Salisbury in the south of England. This
meant that Andrew had had a long journey because he had left early in the
morning to make the three hour road trip to get to Stansted airport in time
to catch the flight to Thessaloniki. J knew he had travelled a long way and
was hoping that this would put Andrew into a deeper sleep. Approaching the
bed he allowed the torch light to give a wider spread by holding it higher
above his head. This way he was able to let some soft light go over
Andrew's face and show J that he was at least asleep. Like Fred, Andrew was
lying on his back which J preferred most times. Resting his hand on
Andrew's thigh, he watched for a response and not noticing anything, J
moved his hand over Andrew's package which he could tell was a reasonable
size for a fourteen year old, but that was all that J managed to do as
Andrew brushed his hand away and grunted; Clearly Andrew was a light
sleeper and J realised that he would probably not get much joy out of him
in this way for the camp.

The third bed down that side contained Lawrence Jones who like Andrew was
fourteen and came from Winchester. Lawrence had met Andrew through some
interschool sports and had enjoyed some home hospitality with him when his
school had travelled to Salisbury to play against Andrew's school. All this
J had learnt while chatting with the two boys earlier that evening. J had
also learnt that Lawrence had got to Stansted airport by travelling to
London by train and then out to the airport on the Stansted Express. Now J
was hoping that Lawrence was not as light a sleeper as Andrew. Lawrence was
lying on his side with his back towards J on the side J had come down his
bed. J tested the waters again b y putting his hand on Lawrence's hip. Then
he slid it up towards his waist and back down to mid point on Lawrence's
thigh. Doing this told J that Lawrence was probably wearing briefs or
something skimpier. J lifted the sheet on his side high enough to see under
it and got a good view of Lawrence's two bum cheeks tightly wrapped in
nylon type briefs which were a light sky blue in colour. Or at least looked
that way in J's tinted torch light and so might just have been white. And
separating those two buns was the crack of Lawrence's arse which was not
fully covered by the waistband of the briefs. J was not too concerned about
the colour anyway. After all he wanted to see what was underneath that
material. Gingerly, J put his hand back on Lawrence's hip, but this time
under the sheet. Lawrence had given no sign of being disturbed by this
action and so J slipped his hand forward reaching over Lawrence and heading
for his package.  All the time J kept a close eye on the boy watching for
any unwelcome signs which would put an end to his time with the boy.



How far do you think J will get?  The next chapter might already by there
as it is finished but I haven't sent it in to Nifty yet.  Tell me what you
think please - Rick