Date: Thu, 15 Sep 2011 07:26:11 +0200
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: Holidays by the Sea - 139

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Chapter 138 ended

J checked his watch, and on the stroke of midnight, he flicked the switch
which plunged his foray room into darkness. .Going back into his room, he
closed the door and after getting a coke from his chiller, he sat down on
his chair to drink it and wait till he felt it was safe to go out and try
to reach the last of the boys to see what they were made of.

Chapter 139

As J drank his can of coke, and sat in the chair he listened as the murmur
of voices from the dorm slowly diminished as each boy faded off into
sleep. J knew that he would not have to wait too long before the boys would
be fast enough asleep for him to begin his next foray of discovery and
complete going round the boys to see their reactions. J had noticed that
the boys were all showing signs of exhaustion from the constant activity in
the heat and humidity of Greek's climate. As he thought about this he
decided he would have to try and get the lads to go to bed earlier the next
day or else they would start to get really grumpy and moody, just because
they were over tired. The noises of the boys in the dorm had died out
before ten minutes after lights out had passed, but J waited till half past
twelve before he got up, stripped off his shorts, and collecting his
special torch, he turned off the light in his room and then quietly and
naked opened the door.

Having been with Chuck last on his previous foray, J made a straight line
towards the bed of Sergejus Sikorski.  According to the notes he had, Serge
had been found wondering the streets of Poznan in Poland at the age of 5,
an orphan who was homeless. The couple who found him had somehow managed to
get him back to Scotland where they fostered him and looked after
him. Living under the shadow of Ben Nevis in Fort William, Serge spoke with
a Scottish accent highlighted by a bit of Polish inflections. J was hopeful
with Serge because he had seen him opting to go commando more often than
not and also sporting semi erections both on the way to and from the
showers as well as in the showers. At two months after his thirteenth
birthday, Serge was not too badly presented either, as his cock was already
four and half inches when hard and he had a reasonable nest of pubic hair
which even showed a hint of the start of a happy trail. To make matters
easier for J, Serge was conveniently lying naked on his back on top of the
top sheet; and with his legs slightly splayed he was giving J full
unhindered access. Shining his torch briefly showed J that Serge was very
much asleep and instead of testing the waters as he normally did, J took
the risk and for first contact, he laid his open hand palm down over
Serge's cock. This time-saving risk was worth it for Serge did not even
twitch. J rubbed his hand up and down the cock a few times and then
stopped. With his hand still lying against the cock, he felt it as it began
to harden and rise, pushing against his hand. J lifted his hand slightly so
that he could curl his fingers under the cock and give it some more gentle
stimulation before he laid it down on Serge's nest of pubes with the head
indicating the direction towards Serge's navel. Then J took a hold on the
cock once more and began to slowly jack it keeping a watchful eye on Serge
for signs of being disturbed. Using his other hand, J cupped and fondled
Serge's balls and so he noticed when they began to pull up towards the body
indicating that his orgasm was approaching. Just then, J got quite a fright
because Serge began to talk in his sleep, but it took J a couple of moments
to realise that Serge was indeed still asleep and that he could continue
with the wank. At first Serge's talk was not decipherable and so J was not
sure what he was saying, but then as the balls made their way tight into
the body, J distinctly heard Serge say, "Yes, Graeme, stroke it nicely and
it will give you your present." This caused J to think that maybe Serge had
a jerk buddy back in Fort William and that they team jerked. This gave J
the courage to continue and bring Serge to his climax. As Serge began to
ejaculate, J let go of his cock and let it spew out onto his stomach and
chest. When J saw the spasms easing, he scooped up a little of the cum for
a taste before moving on to the next bed.

This twelfth bed was occupied by one Neville Ferriman. Neville was one
month shy of thirteen and stood the same height as Serge and the two boys
had hit it off right from the start of the camp, even though Neville came
from Swansea in Wales. Neville was proud of his four inch uncut cock as
well as the dark pubes that surrounded it. His balls however did not have a
single hair on them. Neville, though, was not as accommodating as Serge,
for he was under his sheet, and was lying on his side. He at least was
naked and so J did not have the hassle of removing any underwear to gain
access. J was standing facing Neville's back and he slid his hand forward
over Neville's hip and began the descent towards his cock. In order to do
this, J had to lean forward and he balanced himself by leaning his legs
against the frame of the bed, which brought his pre-cum soaked cock into
contact with Neville's naked bum and the lube on the end of his hard cock
allowed it to easily slip into the crease of nevilles's bum. Unfortunately
this coupled with a hand groping his cock was enough to disturb Neville and
he rolled away from the cock in his crack onto his stomach effectively
closing off J's access. J knew when to cut his losses and so leaving
Neville, he moved on to Allan Miles from Cirencester.

Allan was probably the least well known boy in the dorm. He was very timid
and something of a loner and J had not noticed him being particularly
friendly with anyone.  Allan was thirteen and half and had the pale skin
which went with his blond hair. His five inch cock was a lovely thick one
and J was itching to get his hand onto it. Approaching Allan's bed, J saw
that Allan had gone to sleep lying naked under his sheet but in his sleep
he had discarded the sheet from most of his body and now had only one leg
under it. He was flat on his back and spread-eagled as he enjoyed an erotic
dream. Such was his dream that as J got near and placed his hand on Allan's
cock he began to have an orgasm and ejaculate in a wet dream. J continued
to fondle Allan's cock as it got soft, and then he scooped up a taste
before moving on to bed fourteen which was occupied by Oswald Buhle. The
only mixed race boy in the dorm and one of Max's self appointed helpers and
protectors.

Ossi had already declared himself straight to J, but this did not stop J
from approaching his bed with the intent of getting as much out of it as
possible.  J saw that Ossi had gone to bed in his boxers, but had chosen to
sleep on top of the sheets rather than between them. Again, throwing
caution to the wind, J came in with a direct approach and placed his hand
over Ossi's cock and balls as he lay on his side with his knees bent. When
Ossi did not object, J undid the button on his boxers fly and fished inside
to pull his still flaccid cock out through the fly. J then began to work
the foreskin back and forth as he tried to encourage the cock to harden
into an erection. As with any boy, and particularly those going through
puberty as thirteen year old Ossi was, it did not take much stimulation to
encourage his cock to hardness. For his age, Ossi was quite well endowed
and proudly displayed his cock which now hard measured in at a good five
and a half inches with low hanging balls the size of pullets eggs. His
mixed race heritage meant that his pubic hair was tightly curled and black,
but it was dense surrounding his cock and balls extending even a couple of
inches down his legs. J wondered how far he would be able to get as he
slowly pulled the foreskin back to see the one part of Ossi he had not yet
seen. With his dark skin, Ossi's cock head in the dim light of J's special
torch was a dark purple and pumped with blood it swelled to stand as a
mushroom keeping the foreskin now retracted under the lip of the ridge
which surrounded the edge of the head. During J's examination of the head,
he had not noticed any untoward signs from Ossi and so he dug through the
fly once more and lifted Ossi's balls out through the slit as well. Now
with the whole package on display, J began to stroke Ossi's cock and as he
did he slid his hand on down to massage the scrotum and his balls at the
same time. Although the loose skin covering Ossi's cock would slide up and
down the shaft as J stroked, it would not slip over the head as most
foreskins do when the cock is wanked. With this, J was able to see the
first bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip of Ossi's cock. Quickly J used
his finger to smear this over the cock head as far as it would go and make
his finger slick over the head more smoothly. That first bead of lube was
rapidly followed by a virtual stream of lube and soon J had enough over his
hand and Ossi's cock, that he was able to fist the cock and wank it in the
time honoured classic method.  As J was doing this he used his other hand
to begin to massage Ossi's balls, but that disturbed Ossi and he semi-woke
and mumbled as he pushed the hand away from his cock. J was disappointed
because he knew this meant that he would not be able to wank Ossi to
ejaculation and so would not be able to taste him either.

J now had just two beds left to visit, and the next one had Max's other
protector in it, Timothy Dalton. Tim was half a year older than Ossi and
lived in the same area of London as both Ossi and Max. This was how they
ended up in the same school as each other. Although he had six months on
Ossi, Tim's cock was only five inches when hard and was framed with a mass
of soft dark brown hair which was almost straight. Tim's foreskin was one
of those that projected past the end of the head and closed up into a
little tube which seemed to hang off the end of the cock. Tim however, was
lying face down on his bed and he had on a tight pair of boxer briefs,
which gave J little to do. J decided that he would at least try something
to see how Tim reacted so that he could maybe come back to him once he had
been to the last bed, and see if Tim had changed his position. To begin
with, J rested his hand on Tim's bum and after a few moments when there was
no sign from Tim, he tickled the bum through the undies. There was still no
reaction from Tim and this actually gave J some hope because if the boy
rolled over, and J got access to the part he preferred, he might be able to
do something with it. With this in mind, J decided to see if he could pull
the boxers down a bit so that he could get them down even further at the
front, should that opportunity present itself. The waste band was rather
tight against Tim's body and was up high enough that there was no start of
the crack open to give J a vantage point. J turned his hands so that the
backs of them were lying against the skin of Tim's back and then he slid
his finger nails under the waistband and tried to hook it out and away from
Tim's body enough to get a purchase underneath the waistband with his
finger. At first he kept losing the waistband before he could get a finger
under so instead of trying to do the same thing with both hands, J hooked
just one nail under the waistband and then pushed down at the same time as
he tried to pull it away from the body. The other hand he held ready to
pinch grip the material at the first opportunity. This method was
successful and as soon as he was holding some of the material in a tight
grip between his finger and thumb, he was able to pull it out sufficiently
to get a finger under the elastic. Once that had been accomplished it was
not hard to get the fingers of both hands under the waistband on either
side and then gently tug downwards. Surprisingly, J was able to pull then
down far enough for the waistband to sit under the cheeks of Tim's bum,
before he met with sufficient resistance to stop the downward movement of
the boxer briefs, in fear of waking Tim up. With the naked bum staring him
in the face, however, J could not resist the temptation and ran his fingers
lightly over the cheeks and then traced the line of the crack with a
fingernail. But J also did not want to risk this disturbing Tim enough that
he sub-consciously pull them back up again. So leaving Tim like that for
now, J moved on to Max.

Although J knew Max fairly well already, he wanted to see what would happen
if he started to wank Max while he was still asleep. Max's bed was up
against the wall of the dorm and so J could only approach it from one
side. This meant that he was looking at Max's bum; because Max was as naked
as the day he was born and was lying on his side facing the wall. J
carefully sat down on thebed hoping to not disturb Max, then leaning
slightly towards the wall he reached around with his inside hand and came
straight down onto Max's cock. J was not surprised to find that Max was
already hard and so he began to masturbate Max. J had been wanking Max for
about five minutes when Max placed his hand onto the hand that was wanking
him and whispered, "You asked me to tell you if I woke up. I just did."

"And what did it feel like to wake up to this?" J asked as he continued to
wank Max.

"Different but bloody wonderful too." Max answered and then continued, "But
I am already close to cumming. Are you ready?

"Yes," J replied and bent forward while at the same time pushing against
Max's hip to force him to roll onto his back so that J could swallow his
cock.  J did not get much chance to pump his mouth up and down on the
piston inside it before the piston erupted and began to fill J's mouth with
creamy lava once more.

As J sucked the last drops of cum off of Max's cock, Max said, "That was
nice J. You can wake me up like that anytime you want."

"You might just get it some more yet." J warned and promised.

"Do you want me to do you now?" Max asked as he yawned.

"No, just go back to sleep. But thank you for offering. I have a bit more
to do yet before I want to release my seed on an unsuspecting world. " J
replied.

Max was not too sure what J meant by that, but he was also tired enough to
not let it bother him and so he wished J good night once more and rolled
onto his side to face the wall and soon had dropped off to sleep again. J
had remained seated on the bed, but was not touching Max and so when he
heard Max's breathing change he got up very gently, not wanting to disturb
Max again, and moved back to Tim's bed.

J was delighted to discover that while he had been pleasuring Max, Tim had
rolled onto his back and it looked like his boxer briefs were still down
under his bum at the back. To make sure Tim was still in a deep sleep; J
rested his hand over Tim's navel and had one finger which was bent so that
it pushed into the belly button. Using just that finger, J gave Tim a bit
of a belly tap. Tim did not react at all so J moved his hand down over
Tim's undies to cup his cock and balls and apply a light bit of
pressure. There still was no sign of any reaction from Tim and so J decided
it was now or never and he used a fold in the material of Max's undies to
pinch and pull up, so that the waistband pulled far enough away from the
belly for J to get one finger under it. Then he used that finger to pull
the waistband further out and get a second finger from the same hand under
the waist band. J let go of the fold of material he had been pinch holding
and pulling the waistband out a tad more, he quickly was able to get two
fingers of the other hand under the band as well. Then moving his hands
outwards as he gently pulled downwards soon got the boxer briefs slipping
down the leg. This confirmed to J that the back waistband was still hooked
under Tim's bum cheeks, because the undies slipped further down Tim's legs
than J had thought or even hoped he could achieve. It also uncovered Tim's
whole package and J wasted no time in approaching Tim's penis. Flaccid it
looked to be about three and half inches with the extra half inch of
foreskin tube hanging off the front of it increasing the measurement to
four inches. J began by rolling this extra foreskin between his thumb and
finger and then moving his fingers slightly lower so that he was rolling
the foreskin covered head in his fingers instead. This set off the desired
reaction and soon, Tim's three and half to four inches became five with no
extra foreskin to contend with as with the cock swelling, the foreskin
pulled back to where it was just covering the glans with no overhang. J
worked it some more to pull the skin further back and uncover the head. As
he did so, he noticed an unfamiliar smell and shining his torch onto Tim's
cock he saw that as the foreskin was retracting it was revealing a paste of
smegma which smelt like the blue cheese it resembled in texture.  This was
J's first up close experience with it and he found it rather off-putting
and did not feel like continuing to play with Tim's cock.

J also did not want to leave Tim's underwear as it was and so decided to
see if he could be successful in removing it from Tim's body altogether. It
was easier to get a proper grip on it this time and so he soon was working
the boxer briefs down Tim's legs. Fortunately Tim was lying with his feet
fairly close together and J had no trouble getting the undies to the
knees. Then he had to gently move one leg closer to the other and after
that he easily slid them down the rest of the way and off. Once he had them
off he decided to see if he could get them onto another person.



Can J be successful in this little venture? Let me know what you think and
which boy he should try on. = Rick