Date: Sat, 02 Dec 2006 20:07:02 +0000
From: fat uk <fat_uk_18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Holiday 1

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Contains strong adult language and of a sexual nature between young males.
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Holiday - Meeting for the first time


I am Mike and I am writing this aged 20 years and in England. I am gay and
am living with a gorgeous guy in Manchester. I love him deeply, but that is
not what this story is about. I was 12 when I had my first gay experience,
if you could call it that. I knew I was gay, or at least knew I fancied
boys, from the experience onwards.  Why? Well, when I was invited to a
casual friend's shed to have a wank I jumped at the chance. I had just
started jacking off so the chance to share the act with a friend, talk
about it, and well do it, I wanted any excuse to do it at that age, so I
accepted the offer.

We went in the shed and dropped our pants round our ankles. He had a nice
cock now I think of it. About 3 and a half inches, big for his age, and he
had just the smallest tuft of pubes above the shaft. We started wanking and
I could not take my eyes off his cock. He noticed and took the opportunity
to ask me if I knew what a blow job was. I said sure. He asked if I wanted
to try it. I said ok, thinking he meant he would give me one. Instead he
said I give him one first and then he would give me one. Fair enough. I
dropped to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth. I sucked on
it, literally, like a lollypop. He came soon after I started, but no sperm
came out. He sucked me off too, sucking the tip like I did. It was our
first blow job, so pretty amateurish and well, not very good now I know
better. He knows better too. I met him not so long ago after, first time
since year after what happened in the shed. He is now a regular in a drag
act in a gay bar in town.  Not my scene, I am as "straight acting" as they
come, I think, with one exception, of course, I suck cock. Oh well. We
never did anything else after that first time, and I am not sure why.

My second gay experience came about two years later. And this is the story
I am going to tell you.

I was 14 when I travelled to Cyprus. It was a so called package holiday,
where you pay the travel agents to arrange the flights, connections, hotel
and all that. This basically translated as going to a country that has lots
culture and history, but spending the whole time in the hotel by the pool,
eating chips and drinking watered down beer going red as a
lobster. Millions of British families go on millions of these holidays
every year. They are all the same, all that changed was the currency and
the language. The hotel would be the same as all the others, too much fake
marble and fake smile from the staff. I would not get to sample anything
other than the same boring routine every day and every night. Same
restaurant for the meal, and then on to the same bar for the rest of the
night.  The only thing that I had looked forward to was the cheesy pop
music repeated endlessly on a Cd and the cheap local spirits (mum let me
drink from the age of 13, "coz you'll do it anyway, least this way I can
keep a' eye on ya"). Made sense. Saved me having to give my cash to
strangers and hope they were honest enough to buy me the beer and not fuck
off with it. That happened a lot.

I would get a decent tan after the sun burn had gone down; an ear infection
like every other holiday I have been on; argue with my sister, fight with
my brother and spend a lot of time on my on bored. Yawn. Not so this time
though. This time ended up differently. Let me explain.

As I have said, I always ended up falling out with my siblings. We were
very different, so argued more than other brothers and sisters. I was
intelligent, academically at least, liked to discuss subjects my peer group
found boring and did not really enjoy sports. I did not make friends
easily, years of bullying made sure I was isolated in school and
introverted. I was fat and liked to read, newspaper or book, both were
good. Oh, I was also gay, they were not. My siblings were the
opposite. Perhaps smart but did not want to pursue smart conversation.
They made friends easily were popular, thin and therefore good looking in
other peoples' eyes. They enjoyed sports and did not give a shit about
anyone but themselves. We did get on most times, don't get me wrong, but
things got strained on holiday being in such close quarters most of the
day. Basically, they made friends on holiday and went off to do their own
thing while I stayed friendless in the hotel reading a book. Craig changed
that though.

I met Craig at the hotel on the second day. The day I arrived, my plane
landed in the afternoon on the melting runway. Cyprus was going through a
heat wave, when weren't they, I thought. The baggage handlers were striking
about something, so we did not get to the hotel until late afternoon, so
just spent the rest of the day checking out the hotel and going to get
something to eat before turning in early. The hotel was nice by the way, 4
stars and a pool that looked really inviting in the heat. There was also
way too much fake marble as usual. The room where we were staying was nice
too. Small kitchen, balcony over looking the pool, bathroom with a shower,
a bedroom with a double bed that my mum and sister shared, while me and my
brother got the under the sofa bed and the single bed that came out from
under that. Fair enough. We decided to take turns in the sofa bed as it was
larger. I got it that first night.

The next day, me and my brother woke up early, about 6 o'clock in the
morning, and went down to the pool. We took a couple of extra towels with
us to save a sun lounger for my mum and sister. The pool area was
completely still when we got there, no one was around. It was light and
already warm. We jumped in and had a swim. It felt really nice and we
basically did some lengths of the pool and dived to the bottom of the deep
end to see if we could touch the bottom. It was deep, almost 3 meters, my
ears actually popped. Then we started jumping in to the pool while it was
empty and we did not have to worry about splashing people. My green
swimming shorts kept getting filled with air and parts of it floated to the
top. My brother took the piss out of me, asking if I was saving my farts
for later.

We were getting ready to go back upstairs after about an hour of fooling
around when a man appeared, another guest of the hotel. He was mid to late
thirties with thinning hair, a flat stomach and dark skin from the tan. He
said "morning" and introduced himself as Derek. He was wearing his swimming
shorts and a vest. He then asked if it was our first day. We said "yeah,
just checking out the pool". He asked our names and how old we were and we
answered, "I am Mike, 14, this is Daz, he's 12."

Daz is my brother. We share the same birthday but two years apart, weird
huh? I suppose this is a good time as any to introduce Daz more. He is tall
for his age, about the same height as me, with the same brown hair that
grows thick and long, and blue eyes. We are pretty similar in look, people
often say we look alike anyway. Difference is, he is slim and athletic,
where I am fat and would rather watch TV than play football, but I like to
walk though.

"14 you say? My son Craig is 14 too. About time someone his age turned up,
he is a bit bored hanging with me and his mum" Derek said to me, "you
should meet him later if you come back to the pool"

"Yeah, suppose so" I replied.

I followed Daz back to our room on the third floor. We let ourselves back
in to the room and we were met by mum. She asked where we had been, as if
the wet shorts were not a total giveaway. She started cooking breakfast and
started unpacking some more of the clothes and getting the sun lotion out.

After having something to eat and waiting for my sister to get changed in
to her costume, we went back downstairs with my mum and sister and went
over to the sun loungers we had left our towels on. It was brighter now,
and the sun was casting long shadows across the pool area. Our sun loungers
were covered in sun rays though.  The pool area was busier too, more
families had come down and some kids were in the pool. I looked over to the
other side of the pool where Derek had put his stuff when I met him earlier
and my jaw nearly hit the floor. I could not believe I had not noticed him
earlier. It was Craig, sitting on a lounger talking to his dad.

Craig still had his shirt on and a pair of swimming shorts, a red cap and a
pair of mirrored sunglasses. He was gorgeous. He looked about average
height but well more than average weight, just the body type that got my
dick hard in the changing rooms.  His hair was red, not ginger, thank god,
and his face was covered in freckles, and his nose was red and peeling. I
definitely wanted to become friends with him. I watched him all that
morning, Using my glasses to cover my staring eyes. He never took his shirt
off, something I was gagging to see him do, He just sat on his lounger,
talking to his dad or watching people in the pool.

I had taken my shirt off and my mum applied cream to stop me
burning. Pointless, as I always did. The heat was sweltering and I needed a
drink. I asked my mum for 2 Cypriot pounds (before Euros) and went to get a
drink. I was a fat guy so was a little conscious of walking round the pool
shirtless, so kept my gaze ahead and walked quickly. This made things worse
as my tits jiggled and my soft belly rippled. I went to the pool bar at the
far end of the pool and queued up. To my surprise, Craig got in line beside
me.

"Hi," he said in a sheepish voice "my dad sent me up here to meet you"

"Oh, huh huh," I said nervously, "he said something about meeting you this
morning"

"Yeah, sorry about that, he thinks that coz I am hear on my own I should
make friends"

"Fair enough." I said, "I am Mike by the way"

"Oh soz, yeah, Craig"

"How long you been here?" I asked

"Four days. You?"

"Arrived yesterday. Here for two weeks."

"Me too. Staying on the second floor over there"

He pointed to a balcony about one floor down and to the left of mine. We
could practically have reached across and touched hands. Thankfully, it
would come in handy being so close later in the week.

We continued talking while we queued up, which was quite a long time as
every one was as hot as us and wanted a beer or coke, while the bar staff
was slow and kept messing up people's orders. We got on well, just talking
about the holiday and what it was like round the area. He told me there was
an arcade he disappeared to at night to get away from his mum and dad when
they would get up and perform karaoke to each other.

This close up, I could see more of Craig than I could before. He came up to
my shoulder and his hair had just been cut short before he came away, I
guessed. He had a chip in his front tooth, courtesy of a kid at his school
I would later find out. He smelled of sweat and sun lotion, and his neck
was bright red. His belly came over his shorts and his t-shirt was large
enough to reach to his knees. His dad's no doubt.

"You want a drink?" I asked when it was my turn to order. I had two pound
and a can of pop was 50 cents. The other pound was for a big bag of crisp.

"Thanks." He said with a grin that got my heart beating faster and my cock
harder than it was in its semi-slumbering state. It had been semi-hard
since he had walked over.

We sat down at a plastic table to drink the pop. I shared the bag of crisps
with him and we continued talking, our nervousness and sheepish tones all
about gone.  I could not believe how well we got on. That first morning, I
spent about 2 hours talking to that handsome young man about anything and
everything. My mum came over and asked who he was, saying hi and offering
us another drink. We accepted and kept on talking. Looking back on it now
that I am 20 and back in cold and rainy England, it was the best thing I
did getting up so early and meeting Derek that morning, or I may never have
met Craig and had a so-so holiday, rather than the most amazing time of my
life as it turned out.

I noticed wet patches forming on his t-shirt underneath his small tits that
I wanted to suck on. Jesus, this boy was hot!

"Fancy a swim to cool down?" I asked.

"Sure, be good to, it is way to hot!"

Cooling down wasn't the main reason I asked. Getting that shirt off him
was. I had had the urge all the time we were talking to reach out and grab
his belly. I didn't know why, this was long before I knew about the
chub/chaser community and learned that many other guys had the same urge. I
thought I was the only guy to fancy (other) big guys.

Unfortunately for me though, Craig decided to keep the t-shirt on. We went
over to the edge of the pool and I jumped in the deep end. My ears popped
on the bottom and my shorts filled with air. I swam to the shallow end
where Craig was heading, walking along the edge of the pool. He climbed in
and immediately his head went under the water. He jumped back up and held
on to the ledge. He was not a strong swimmer and would not let go of the
edge of the pool. So you know, the shallow end of the pool was almost as
deep as I am tall, so I could just stand up. If you wanted shallower, there
was the kids' pool. Sounds weird, but I have been to a few other hotels in
Greece that are the same way.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, just not a great swimmer that's all." He said, looking embarrassed.

"Can you tread water?" I asked.

"Nah, I can't swim at all. Won't let go of the edge when I am in here" He
told me, lifting one side of his mouth and shrugging his shoulders
slightly. I replied by raising my eyebrows and pursing my lips.

"No worries, will teach you if you want. Just take my hands and push down
on them, and kick your feet like this" I said as I treaded water.

I offered out my hands. He grabbed for them and pushed down hard, I pushed
up against it so he was supported. He had to tilt his head all the way back
so he could breathe as he could not tread water well. After a few seconds
he grabbed the side again and I saw the sheepish grin on his face at his
achievement.

"See, easy as piss"

"Yeah, not to bad"

"Wanna try again?"

We tried again and again for about an hour, until he was treading water on
his own, though he still had to tilt his head back and we stayed near the
ledge.

As we were talking and laughing during my swimming lesson, Crag told me he
had not learned to swim because he feigned illness when swimming lessons
took place at his school because the other kids took the piss about his
weight. I empathised, I got the same shit at school too. Well, after
leaving primary school, he never had anymore swimming lessons, so never
learned. I was happy to help him learn. I was a good swimmer myself, even
winning a race at a swimming gala at school.

Back to the lessons. A few times, he went under the water and I was able to
quickly grab his sides and pull him back up, feeling his soft skin beneath
the t-shirt and wanting to feel more.

My cock was hard soon after each grab of flesh and I had to wait to get out
of the pool when my mum shouted me over to her. I left Craig treading water
while I went to talk to my mum.

"Were going for something to eat now," she said to me, "get your flip flops
and t-shirt on"

"Can't I stay here?" I asked.

"No, get dressed"

I complied with the demand and on the way out of the complex, stopped to
tell Craig where I was going and that I hoped to see him later. He looked
so cute trying so hard to tread water. I wanted to hug him and kiss
him. Just thinking about it as I write this makes me feel the same thing.

Outside the complex, there was a dirt track that led towards the main road
of the resort. Along this road, all the bars and restaurants lined both
sides. A shop was opposite the end of the dirt track, which was handy, and
the bar cum restaurant next to it was called "The Love Boat". It was good
food, and the footie was on, so my brother ignored us throughout lunch. My
family had spent the day sunbathing, so the talk was mainly of what we were
going to that night. I was thinking of Craig too much to listen to it. I
just wanted get back to him.

We paid for our bill and left, stopping at the shop for a bottle of water
and the newspaper. I also grabbed FHM to read back at the hotel. It
certainly wasn't for the pictures of semi-naked girls. I could honestly say
I bought it for the articles.

I went back to the hotel, straight to the pool area and straight to
disappointment as Craig and his family had left the area. I looked up to
his balcony, made a mental calculation to work out his room number, 27, as
mine was 38. One down and one across.  I was kind of hoping to see him
there. He wasn't. I walked towards the steps that were external to the
building and were supposed to be a fire escape, but doubled as a way of
getting to your floor without going through reception. I heard a shout and
looked about, then up towards Craig's balcony. There he was. All 12 stone
of him. He had a smile on his face and his t-shirt was off. I could see why
he wore it.  His shoulders were red, I mean really red, and they needed to
be covered. His shoulders were all I could see though, as he was leaning
against the wall.

"Enjoy your lunch?"

"Yeah, was alright" I shouted back.

"Where you go?"

"Err...love boat...I think it was called. Just at the top of the road."

"I know it. Good place at night. Except when my mum and dad sing karaoke."
He grimaced with the memory of past horrors.

I laughed.

"By the way, you left your sunglasses by the pool. I got them here. Come
get 'em"

Didn't have to ask me twice! I started off.

"Oi!", I heard Craig yell, "You need the room numb..."

"27" I shouted, interrupting him.

He looked taken aback at my sudden yell, probably also wondering how I knew
the room number so already. He just shrugged his shoulders though and
forgot about it.  It told him later about that. He giggled when I told him
it was because I was just thinking of the room number minutes before hoping
I would get in there with him.

I got to the room, knocked on and his mum answered. Her name was
Margaret. I saw her earlier by the pool. She was a large woman, so I now
knew where Craig got his portliness from. She had blonde hair and tanned
skin. She was the same age as Craig's dad, I now know to be 38, and she was
a really nice lady. Craig came to the door and handed me the glasses. Our
hands brushed, and I had to remember to breathe. In the pool, our hand
contact was hard, both of us pushing back. This was soft and tender.

"Here you go," he said as he passed the glasses, "your lucky I found them
and not some chaver"

"Chaver?"

"Like a yob" He told me. Another North East expression, they had confused
me all day. Craig was a Mackem, from Durham, not too far from
Newcastle. Sunderland is closer though.

I was disappointed to also find he had put another t-shirt on. The boy was
shy, to my great dismay on that first day. We talked a bit longer, before
he had to go as the shower was free and his mum told him to get in before
the hot water was all used up.

I got hard as I walked back to my apartment, thinking of him naked, wet and
soapy, needing a hand to reach all the nooks and cracks he couldn't get to!
Later, in the shower, I had a quick wank to let out my frustrations. It did
not take long to cum.  I just wished it was Craig's mouth and not my hand.

That night, I was to have my first sexual experience with chubby Craig. We
went to the Love Boat again that night as there was a magic show on. Craig
and his parents were there, to my joy and evidently his from the grin he
gave me.

He was dressed in a light pink shirt and green khaki shorts down to his
knees. He was so fucking cute and sexy. What a tease! He just did not know
he was. The night went like any other night goes when on them type of
holidays. Craig and I were drinking cider all night, getting calls of
"poof" from my brother and Derek. My mum, sister Sarah and Margaret got on
rather well, chatting away, while Daz and Derek discussed
football. Yawn. Craig and I discussed all sorts. I found out he also liked
computers as much as I did and had no girlfriend, just kissed one
once. Same as me. We talked about computer games, TV and school. He was
also rather academic like me. He also had small boy boobs that I could make
out through his thin shirt and a large apron that hanged over his shorts. I
was chomping at the bit to fucking take him then and there! The cider was
beginning to take effect and I was just getting hornier by the
minute. Several times I came close to just reaching out and kneading his
flesh in my hands, but resisted temptation.

Around 10 p.m., we both needed a piss so we went to the toilet that was
situated at the back of the building. To get to it, we had to go out a
door, across a court yard and in to the small building. We went in and
pissed. Both of us turned slightly away from each other at the urinal to
hide our modesty, but I still tried to look. We did not speak at the
urinal, or at all for the next 20 minutes.

The building was rather dark as the light was out, with the only light
coming from a floodlight in the yard, about 15 feet up the wall. As we were
leaving, two Cypriot men, one wearing a bar staff shirt, the other a chef's
apron, came out the back door and started kissing and touching each other
through their pants. Craig and I stopped in the toilet and watched them. We
giggled quietly. They turned towards the toilet, but because of the low
light did not spot us and they began walking towards it, hand in hand.

"Quick" I hissed, with a small giggle following it. We went quickly to the
side of the one stall in the toilet. If they went in to the stall as I
thought they would, they would not see us. They did go in the stall and did
not see us. I knew the lock on the stall was broken, I had been to the
toilet earlier in the evening and noticed it as I used it to piss due to
the number of men at the urinal. We stayed to listen, for some reason,
though could not hear much at first. Then we started to hear some faint
grunts and sounds of movement. The grunts were emanating from the stall in
rhythm to the movement we could hear. My cock was hard as a rock at that
point, and I gave it a slight squeeze and rub.

Craig was next to me, and must have felt my arm move as he looked down and
my hand on my cock and then at me. I was shocked, and a little scared that
he would think I was gay and be disgusted. I was gay, but still...

I was even more shocked and surprised when he did the same to himself. We
stayed there, rubbing ourselves a bit longer and listening to the two men
fucking just feet away, when Craig suddenly began to creep forward and in
front of the stall. He stopped there and looked at the door. The fucking
continued and so I followed him. The door was ajar, about half way, and we
could see the arse of the barman thrusting backwards and forwards, while
the other arse pushed back.

My cock was dripping like a fucked fridge. I was sure my boxers would be
covered in precum. Curiously, Craig did not seem disgusted like other boys
his age would. He stood transfixed.

The two guys were fucking hard and fast. I could hear the slapping of the
top's balls against the bottom's perineum and the sound conjured up images
of deep thrusts in to his bowels, though I could not see it from where I
was standing.

Craig was stood next to me, his eyes had still not moved, though his hand
was still
 rubbing his cock continuously through his shorts. I wanted to drop to my
knees and take him in my mouth, smell the musky scent of his balls and
taste the salty precum I am sure he was drooling from his piss slit. Sweat
was trickling down the side of his face and I could feel the heat coming
off him. I was sure he would be bright red, but could not see clearly in
that abysmal light.

The speed of the thrusting increased, the sound of it bringing my focus
back to what was happening and soon I was rubbing my cock very quickly
through my pants. I was almost wanking.  The man in the stall came and they
stopped fucking. We quickly and quietly went back to our hiding place. The
men emerged and kissed each other, before the one wearing the chef's apron
left. The barman stayed for a piss, oblivious to us standing as still as
possible not far from him. He must have been still recovering from the 20
minute fuck he just had. He soon left. I was jealous of what him, he had
just fucked a guy, kissed him, felt his skin, his cock, his cum enter
another male. I wanted to that with the cue, chubby boy next to me. I
wanted to feel his body, taste his cum and sweat and hold him. If only he
knew!

Craig and I looked at each other, then he said "Just gonna go in the
stall...take a piss". He disappeared in to the stall, but I heard no
pissing, Just movement, wet slapping sounds and heavy breathing. I knew he
was jacking off and the thought of it got me so hot. I looked through the
door which was half ajar and saw his arm moving in front of him. His shorts
were pulled slightly down passed his crack and I wanted to run my tongue up
and down it while he wanked himself silly. I instead pushed my hand into my
short and wanked like a mad man. I came around the same time as Craig. Not
surprising really, we were both ready to pop by the time the guys had
stopped fucking. He came into the toilet bowl.

I noticed as I watched and listened to Craig wank that he used the
technique of taking sharp breathes then holding it while stroking quickly.
I now know that a lot of guys use this method and it always leaves them
breathless, and sweaty and red faced in my experience. He also came using 3
squirts. When he finished, he stopped for about 10 seconds to catch his
breath before exiting the stall, to find me with my hand down my pants and
looking into the stall where he just wanked.

Again, instead of looking disgusted as I thought he would, he smiled,
revealing his chipped tooth and scrunching up his burnt nose. He breathed
hard and deep.

"FUCKING HELL"

"Yeah," is all I could say.

"We best get back, they'll be wondering where we are!"  He said, before
leaving the toilet building and back into the bar. I followed him, after
making sure I had no cum on my pants. I was safe. No one seemed to notice
how long we were gone either.  A pool table was near the door to the
courtyard, so they may have just assumed we were playing that. I never did
ask them, maybe I will after writing this.

As I said, that was my first semi-sexual experience with Craig, though
others would say there was no semi about it. My current boyfriend says that
too. However, my reasons for the semi part are that I never had any sexual
contact with him, despite the strong urge to pump his cock for him, and
that my sexual encounters with Craig after that were full blown, hot, heavy
and often quick and dirty experiences...