Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2012 18:45:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brian Roberson <rtbrno65@yahoo.com>
Subject: A summer Abroad part 8

All the usual disclaimers apply



			     "A Summer Abroad"

				   VIII


				 "Lovers"


Several weeks had gone by, and Josh, his Aunt, and Mark had been on the
island for almost a month. Etienne had pretty much moved into their villa,
and they also spent nights over at Etienne's as well, his house being in a
quieter part of the village, without as many bars and restaurants around. A
typical day would start with the three of them heading to the beach, then
back to the house for an intimate siesta on the bed. Sometimes Aunt Mary
would want to go shopping for groceries. She had wanted the boys with her
for that chore in order to help her carry things, but she had recently met
a Swedish man at the cafe who had become her lover, so he would often go
with her for those tasks, leaving the boys with even more free time. They
would often help out for a few hours in Etienne's grandmother's shop. They
would assist the English speaking tourists who would come in, and help with
the transactions. They would then run down to the beach, strip off their
clothes, and plunge naked into the water. All three of them had developed a
deep, mahogany, all over tan, and their hair had grown long and hung
unkempt and wild over their faces. The three of them had purchased seashell
necklaces which they almost constantly wore. They all looked like they
could have been natives, and they all felt like they were.

They had all obtained rented bicycles, and they explored and familiarized
themselves with every nook and cranny on the island. They explored the
caves, which were near the Roman ruins they had visited. They had found the
pool springs that were nearby and bathed naked in the chilly
water. Afterwords, the three of them would lay in the sun and make love
under the blue sky. They explored the harbor area on the opposite end of
the island. One day a group of Spanish fishermen invited all of them to go
out on the boat with them for the day, and they helped the fishermen bring
in their fishing nets and shrimp traps. To the surprised delight of the
fishermen, they stripped off their clothes and sunned themselves nude on
the deck. One of the fishermen began calling them the "Tres Lindos", and
all of the fishermen were delighted by and envious of the boys beauty and
free spirited abandon.

The boys themselves had become lovers. The sexual exploration and testing
of boundaries that marked the early part of their relationship had mellowed
into an affectionate, quiet, and beautiful connection between three people,
and they enthusiastically explored all the nuances of sexuality. They would
go to the beach to befriend, and then sometimes seduce tourists. One day
they had brought an eleven year old boy back to the villa. He was a brown
haired and freckled German boy who had been more than eager to
participate. Another time it was two young American women, one blond and
one brunette, who were brought back to the villa, and Mark was able to
indulge himself with both of them at once while Josh and Etienne indulged
each other. Another time it was a middle aged French man, who unfortunately
turned out to be quite drunk and passed out on the bed at the height of the
festivities. Daniel, Kara, and Horst from the second night were also still
there on the island, and they had been by the villa a couple of times as
well, although with them it was more about hanging out on the beach and
drinking beer.

Martha and her kids had left after one week. Josh had confessed to her the
next day about his sexual orientation, and Martha was disappointed, but
understood. She said that he was one of the most beautiful human beings
that she had ever met. They spent most of their days together together for
the last week she was there, and she, her kids, and Josh all wept when it
came time for them to leave. Josh had ridden with them to the airport,
where they all hugged and promised to stay in touch, and he walked back to
the other side of the island in bittersweet silence after watching their
plane take off.

The boys, along with Aunt Mary and her new boyfriend Bertel, had become
regulars at all the surrounding cafes and restaurants. One place that they
all liked was an American barbecue restaurant called Jericho Barbecue. It
was owned by an American man in his early forties named Mel Kelly. Mel had
received a large inheritance, and then made several successful
investments. He took his fortune, gave the bird to the IRS, and moved lock
stock and barrel with his family to St. Sebastians. He then opened up an
authentic pit barbecue restaurant that served ribs, chicken, brisket,
pulled pork, and the occasional whole pig. The place had the best baked
beans and cole slaw that any of them had ever had, and Aunt Mary pledged to
take a huge carry out order home with them when they left in three and a
half weeks. There were also several French and Italian restaurants that
they liked, and seafood was plentiful everywhere. There was even a pizza
place that delivered.  They also cooked in their kitchen and off of a
hibachi that Aunt Mary had gotten. After dinner they would go down to the
beach to hang around with their German friends and sing songs, roast
sausages, and drink good German beer around a roaring campfire. Inga and
Nils had returned to Bonn, West Germany with their parents, but the other
three were still there. Daniel had also met a British girl named Stephanie
who was in her mid twenties, and she would also join them all by the
fireside.

The boys would sometimes go to the other beach which required bathing
suits. This was where most of the Americans would be, along with the
Japanese and the Muslim tourists. It was also sandier and less rocky, and
had better waves. They would usually only stay long enough to try to
convince as many to come over to the nude beach as they could, and they
were successful at that as often as they were not.

One morning around 9 AM, exactly four weeks after they had arrived, the
door to their villa opened up. Josh, Mark, and Etienne all walked out into
the sunshine naked, much to the delight of an old man who was sitting at
the outdoor cafe next door smoking a cigarette and drinking a
cappuccino. They didn't have towels or shoes on or anything. They didn't
even have their necklaces on. They all walked nonchalantly to the steps
down to the beach with their penises all flopping around and their bronzed
bodies shimmering in the sun. Despite being in the middle of the ocean, the
islands proximity to the equator and to the African west coast made it a
stiflingly hot place. Although there was a constant breeze, it was a hot
breeze that seemed to do little other than blow the hot and humid air
around. Air conditioning seemed almost nonexistent on the island, so the
boys had almost totally stopped wearing clothing of any kind. The only time
they were dressed was when they went into the village or worked at the
shop, and sometimes not even then. It had only rained twice the whole time
that they were there.

They got to the beach, which was full of kids of different ages who were
there with their families, and several couples of varying ages. They all
waded out into the waves and dived in all at once. They tried to go further
and further out every time, and on this morning they wound up almost a half
a mile past the shore. Hammerhead sharks and sting rays swam about beneath
their feet. Schools of blue fish and trigger fish were also swimming
about. They swam back to shore and flopped down exhausted onto the
sand. After they had regenerated, they got up, brushed the sand off of
their bare skin, and headed back to the villa. They then put on a pair of
shorts and their sandals, grabbed some money out of Aunt Mary's stash, and
headed to Jericho Barbecue.

The bell hanging over the screen door rang as the boys all entered and
filed in. They sat at the counter that faced the large barbecue pit, where
they saw several whole chickens on spits being cooked over burning plum
wood. The smoke all drifted out of a giant hole with a rotating fan that
was cut into the ceiling overhead.

"Como Estas!" Alfredo said to them with a smile as he slathered barbecue
sauce all over the birds with a large brush. Alfredo was Mel's main
cook. He lived near the harbor with his family. They had once seen his wife
and three little kids in the restaurant. His kids were being raised
completely wild and didn't go to school, wear any clothes, and had
apparently never had a haircut or even bathed.

"Hey Fredo!" The boys all said at once.

Mel then came around the corner. "Fellas! How are you?" He said as he wiped
his hands with a towel.

"I'm doing great!" Josh said.

"Okey Dokey!" Mark grinned.

"I can't complain." Etienne said. Etienne's English had improved
dramatically since he had started spending all of his time with Josh and
Mark, and his accent was much less thick. When they were at the shop,
Etienne would often study an English instruction book for French speaking
people that he had bought at one of the gift shops. Josh and Mark had also
picked up quite a bit of French from Etienne. They weren't fluent, but they
had learned enough to get them by in the shops and cafes.

"Let me get you guys your lemonade." Mel said as he went to a large metal
tank with a spigot and pour ice cold lemonade into three large Styrofoam
cups. He then returned to the counter and placed the cups down in front of
the boys, who all began chugging the cold nectar gratefully.

"So what do you guys want to eat today?"

"Ribs!" They all said at once.

"Sorry, no ribs today, at least not right now. I'm going to the harbor in a
couple of hours to see what came in, so I might have some later, but for
now, all I have is chicken. I could do some lobster or some shrimp for you
if you want." Mel said.

"Actually that chicken looks pretty good." Mark said.

"That chicken looks GREAT! I'll have that!" Etienne said.

"Yeah, I'll guess I'll have the chicken too." Josh said with a little
disappointment, he was really looking forward to some ribs.

"Beans and coleslaw?" Mel smiled.

"YES!" The boys all said at once with giant grins on their faces.

Alfredo cut up a couple of birds that were done, and served them to the
boys with heaping spoonfuls of coleslaw and baked beans on the side, along
with big pieces of cornbread. It had initially been a struggle to get
Etienne to try cornbread. Now, he was totally hooked on it, and would often
devour his cornbread and beans before even moving on to whatever main
course he had gotten.

As the boys devoured the chicken, all thoughts of ribs evaporated as they
consumed the tender and smoky meat with gusto. Mel told them while they
were eating that an American tourist had sold him twenty live chickens that
morning. The tourist had won them in a poker game from a Corsican who lived
on the island the night before. They were now either spinning on spits,
waiting to be spun on spits, or where being eaten up by three hungry teen
aged boys.

After the meal (and several more cups of lemonade), the boys all headed
back to the villa with their stomachs full and their spirits high. They
then collapsed naked onto the bed and traded blow jobs until each of them
came into one another's mouths and finally went to sleep in a big,
contented pile. That night, they went out and wondered around through the
village while they watched all the drunken tourists milling about. They
went down to the beach for a midnight swim, and returned to Etienne's
grandmothers house to sit naked on the floor and jerk one another off.
Etienne then lay down on his bed, and Josh and Mark both knelt down and
sucked his dick at the same time until fountains of semen began shooting
out, covering both of their smiling faces. They then grabbed some pillows
and climbed up to the roof, where they lay under the stars and tried not to
think that it was now three weeks until it would all come to an end.


			      End of "Lovers"