Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 02:03:26 -0800
From: applesandpears@hushmail.com
Subject: La Mer, Chapter Three

La Mer.
An Incest Story by Adrian.

Thanks to my readers for the wonderful feedback I've been given! It
inspired me to spend my Christmas finishing out this chapter. This is how
it works. If you like this series, make sure and give me plenty of
feedback. It's the only thing that keeps me motivated. I have more to tell
here; send me a note and let me know what you liked. Maybe you'll even see
a bit more of it;) Stories of your own experiences at naturist resorts are
especially encouraged. If you like the style, also check out my continuing
series, "A Little Revolution".

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Editor's Note: Naturally, this is all fiction, don't take it seriously,
don't fuck your kids, etc., or anyone else`s. We don't live in this
world. If you have a hard time telling fantasy from reality, seek
professional help.

Nota Bene: This story is fiction. It is inspired by an actual incident that
I witnessed a few years ago at a naturist resort. Only the first few
paragraphs, character descriptions, and incidentals are accurate and
truthful though. The rest is the result of my fervid imagination. I've no
evidence that the family that inspired this story engages in any of this
kind of activity, but one can daydream. Though such daydreams are not
recommended in the nude in front of a bunch of strangers, at least not if
you are a male of the species.

Chapter 3.

No one giggles like a six year old boy.

It's entirely unselfconscious, a sound that boys make when they are still
too young to worry about pretending to be tough or cool. It's a perfectly
natural giggle, a soap bubble sound.

It would be nice though, if the giggler in question wasn't looking at your
cock.

Jean-Paul was doing exactly that.

That was his name, Jean-Paul, the youngest of the five kids in what I had
named the Fuck Family.

He wasn't exactly pointing and giggling. Instead he was sitting next to his
teenage sister, the one whose pussy I had pounded hard the night
before. She was sprawled out on a chaise lounge across the pool from me,
and she was whispering in her littlest brother's ear. He glanced over from
time to time and let out that magical giggle.

Arielle had winked at me when she'd come into the pool area, just a quick
acknowledgement, accompanied with the slightest smile. She was a smart
girl, and she wasn't going to be giving anything away. She knew that a
teenage girl, buck naked, chatting up an equally nude single man in his 30s
would be a little suspicious, so after the wink and smile she proceeded to
ignore me.

Philippe had no such compunction. While Arielle and Jean-Paul traded
secrets across the way, the handsome 12-year-old marched in with his
younger brother in his wake, along with the cute little dark boy who was
the son of the cashier at the resort market. Without even slowing down he
stripped off the board shorts he was wearing and walked right up to me.

"What's up, man?"

"Um, not much, what's up with you?"

"Nothing. Just gonna go for a swim. Can I come over to your place later,
like after dinner again? That was cool."

I looked around to make sure that no one was listening to us, possibly
wondering why this kid wanted to hang out in my trailer. But there wasn't
anyone nearby, and Philippe was speaking just quietly and casually enough
to be ignored by anyone but me.

"Yeah dude, sure. I mean, if it's ok with your mom and dad."

Philippe gave me a wicked grin.

"Yeah. Sure." He turned and took three big steps and leaped naked into the
pool. From the other side, the two other boys stripped down as well and
leapt in. I rolled onto my stomach to hide my growing member and watched
the three play unselfconsciously in the pool, leaping out and back in,
horsing around, their wet bodies glistening and shining in the heat of a
warm summer morning in the South of France, just north of the Spanish
border. Round asses flashed as the boys dove below the water, wet heads
bobbed above the surface, and slim torsos twisted and writhed in play.

The boy I thought of as "middle" was as cute as ever, the darkest tanned of
the three brothers, though with a spectacular white triangle of lighter
skin where his speedo would be if he wasn't at a naturist resort. He was
slim, but with a popped-out and nicely developed chest, large pink nipples,
and an incredibly ripped abdomen that wrinkled and flowed with cut muscle
and tight skin leading to a narrow v of groin, pointing to the exclamation
point of his narrow but long boy dick. His balls were still tucked up
tight, and his legs as he stood made a lovely natural gap between his toned
thighs. He was marvelous to watch.

His young friend was cute as well. While "middle" had dark hair with a big
wave in the bangs where it fell across his forehead, his buddy's curls were
as tight and black as a sheep's. I'd seen the boy with his mother, a fat,
round and jolly white French woman, so it was obvious, from the dark hair
and copper tint to his skin, that his father had been far darker, probably
Arab or Latino, maybe Spanish. He wasn't a particularly muscular boy, but
he had a sleek, slim dark body, with only the slightest of tan lines
between waist and mid-thigh. Living at the resort obviously gave him plenty
of time in the sun. His face was round and he was a bit buck-toothed,
lending, with his cute button nose and stick-out ears, a rabbity appearance
to his cute smily mug. His ass was as round and delicious as a bronze
peach. It was obvious from the way he looked at his buddy and his buddy's
older brother that he was a single child who desperately wanted brothers of
his own.

I watched the boys play for a while, feeling increasingly horny in the
knowledge that, judging by events of the evening before, things were going
to go my way again. Arielle's comment about playing with the younger ones
rang in my head. As I looked at the middle brother, I knew who was next on
my list. His flawless, tan, tight body was inescapably beautiful, wet and
glistening and glossy as he came out of the water, or with a lovely dusty
matte smoothness, practically like velvet, as he dried himself. I needed to
touch that skin. But right now, I needed to jerk off.

I got up off the lounge and wrapped my towel around my waist, gathering my
book and tan lotion and sunglasses, and walked through the two-inch-deep
foot cleaning basin at the entrance to the pool area, then slipped into my
sandals. Putting the glasses on I started down the trail towards my
trailer. The bougainvillea was in bloom on the backside of the pool house,
and as I walked along the cement trail, the sun on my back, the speckled
shade of a poplar passing over me, I realized how wise I had been to come
here. To my left, there was a court where a several older men were playing
boules, the smooth silver balls clanking. One small fair blond-haired boy
of maybe five, undoubtedly one of the player's grandsons, watched the game
while an old woman gave him pointers in German. Without thinking the boy
tugged absent-mindedly on his tiny tail with a "need to pee" look on his
face. Little kids were so obvious and straightforward with their physical
needs.

On the shaded trail between the rows of campers, tents, trailers, and
mobile homes, I heard the sound of tire squeal behind me and stepped aside
as two boys on two bikes sped past me. It was "middle" and his friend,
scooting along on their bmx's, bare asses in the air. As they flew by, slim
legs pumping, "middle" looked over his shoulder back at me, making eye
contact with me. His expression was one of curiosity. His bike wobbled and
he turned back to what he was doing, speeding down the trail. I was glad I
still had the towel around my ways, because my cock leapt at that sight.

I got back to my rented mobile home. It was in the sun, and when I opened
the door it was steaming hot. I opened up the windows, but it would take a
few minutes to cool down in the ocean breeze. I needed to take a shower and
decided to use one of the showers in the nearby sanitary block instead of
the little one in my hot trailer. I grabbed a fresh bath towel and my
shower bag and headed out for the low cement building fifty meters away.

The showers were along one wall, each one behind a narrow door, which held
a few towel hooks, a high power shower head and a shelf for soap and
shampoo. Since I was already nude, I didn't have to undress and just opened
the tap and started to rinse off. First I ran some ice cold water over me,
shivering, to cool down my sun-reddened skin. Then I switched on the hot
water. As I soaped up my cock, it sprang up and I ran my fist up and down
the length of my fat member.

From outside the door I heard the squeak of bicycle brakes, followed by the
sound of sandals flopping on the terra cotta tiles outside the shower
door. The walls around the shower didn't go all the way to the high sloped
open ceiling above, but only to a few feet above head level. I stood still
and didn't move for a moment until I heard the door next to my shower
squeak. Then I heard some whispered voices.

Boy voices.

I started stroking again.

I heard a thump on the wall and out of the corner of my eye I sensed
movement from above. Picking up my speed, I leaned back and really stroked
it, putting on a show. I reached down with my other hand and tugged at my
balls, knowing it would make my dick appear even bigger, and with a long,
twisting stroke I worked the eight inches of meat with a loving slurp as,
with each stroke, I flung off the shower water. Squinting down at my meat,
refusing to look up, I could hear a faint whisper in the high register of a
boy's voice. I gave her a few more long, tightly grasped flicks, and then,
suddenly, I shot my head back, turned my face up, and opened my eyes wide.

The cashier's boy had a sudden look of panic on his face, which disappeared
as fast as he could make it. There was a crash as he apparently slipped
from the shelf he'd been standing on and fell. "Middle" looked down with an
amused smile at his friend, and then looked back at me, standing there,
cock in hand. Then he turned back to his side and leaned his head down, and
I could hear him talking in a loud whisper to his friend. His head popped
back up, and this time he actually winked at me, his long black lashes
fluttering. I smiled at him, and stepped over to the door, turning the lock
in full view of the boy. He disappeared while I waited expectantly.

I could hear the boys out on the corridor, talking furiously to each
other. I hoped I hadn't gotten into something that might cause some
trouble. But then, after a moment, the handle turned, the door opened, and
the cashier's boy came flying in, obviously shoved, and I caught his arm so
he didn't lose his balance. He was followed by "middle" who stepped in and
locked the door behind him. I took the boy in, my eyes following the
graceful line down the middle of his well defined abdomen to his
crotch. His thin, pre-pubescent, uncircumcised cock was pointing at the
ceiling. He saw me looking at him and giggled a high pitched giggle, which
sounded just like his little brother's.

I turned my attention to the cashier's boy, who was looking in awe at my
erection. He looked up at my face and blushed nervously. He was unsure of
the situation. I let go of his firm upper arm and put my large hand on his
shoulder, and gave him the head nod that is the universal sign of
non-threatening acknowledgement these days.

"What's up, boys?" I said as casually as possible. "You getting into
trouble?"

"No trouble" replied the Fuck Family boy, obviously the leader in this
little adventure. "My brother and sister told me about you."

"Did they? What did they tell you?"

"Everything" the boy smirked.

"And your friend?" I asked, nodding at the cashier's boy.

"Kemal is cool."

"Kemal, eh? That's your name?" The boy gulped, and shook his head in
affirmative.

"Well, then. I know Arielle and Philippe, but what do they call you?" I
looked at "middle".

"Oh, I'm Marco. Didn't they tell you about me?"

"They didn't have to. I've had my eye on you."

"I bet."

"How old are you, Marco?"

"I'm ten and one quarter."

"And you, Kemal?"

The boy looked at me, almost afraid to speak up. "Eleven" he stuttered.

"Well, I used to get into some trouble when I was your ages. I don't know
if I was ever naked with a man in the shower, though."

"I've been lots of times" was Marco's reply.

"Do you boys know what guys like to do in the shower sometimes?" Despite
his copper coloring, Kemal could still turn red in the face. I looked down
his slim body to see his small uncut cock coming out to attention.

"Do you, Kemal?"

"Um, yeah. Like jerk it and stuff..."

"That's right."

"Jerking it is for little kids" Marco interrupted with a world-weary shake
of his lovely head, his slender neck popping with graceful muscular
lines. "Let's do more then that."

And without a further word, Marco strode the three steps between us, bent
at the waist, and slurped my erection into his mouth.

I practically leaped back in surprise, it was that shocking. I'd been
expecting at most to talk the boys into a nice three way tug session, and
here was a beautiful, black-haired ten-and-one-quarter-year-old boy,
slipping my cock through his mouth and down his bulging throat. He turned
his head sideways so I could see his face in profile, his jaw practically
distended to take my thickness in, his full lips, the red of a sliced
strawberry, wrapped around my veiny shaft. He started bobbing up and down,
bending forwards and back at the waist, his white ass thrust out behind
him, his lovely brown back twisting with each bend. With his fine-fingered
little hand he reached up and grasped my balls like a handhold.

I ran my hand from Kemal's shoulder, up his graceful neck, and pushed my
fingers through the lovely wet curls of his black hair. He was mesmerized
watching his friend, but he looked up at me, with a flash of desperate lust
in his big brown eyes. His hand went to his now fully erect little piece,
and he started masturbating furiously. I leaned over towards the boy,
putting my face up against his. He eyed me with apprehension, as my lips
found his and my tongue entered his warm, sweet-tasting mouth. There was
the taste of mint candies on his hot boy breath. He was delightful, and my
cock leapt in Marco's throat below. Marco let out a muffled sound, which
could have been a sigh or a protest, but his bobbing mouth didn't pull off,
and his tongue was hyperactive on the underside of my shaft.

God it felt good.

I could feel my sap rising. My hand come off of Kemal's neck and I reached
down, replacing his own hand on his erection. It was barely thicker then a
fountain pen, long and straight and silky and warm. I wrapped several
fingers around him and started gently tugging. "Mmmpphh" he sighed into my
mouth.

I felt Marco's mouth pop off of me. I looked down as the cute little face
looked up. He turned his head and sucked Kemal's brown wiener down, sucking
it hard enough to make a slurping sound while I removed my hand and ran it
up to Kemal's nipples, tweaking one and then the other. Marco's small hand
had moved off my balls and was now stroking me. Marco reached his other
hand up between Kemal's legs, and as I glanced over the brown boy's
shoulder, I could see him slip his index finger between the boy's round ass
cheeks. Kemal threw his head back in pleasure, but not in surprise. This
wasn't the first fingering he had received.

After a minute of jerking me and sucking and fingering his buddy, little
Marco released my cock and stood up. He stood on his tip toes and strained
up to kiss me. I leaned over and met his mouth with mine. His hot little
tongue shot into my mouth, probing like a dog in a bowl. Then he broke lip
lock and leaned his lips over to my ear.

"I need to get fucked."

I looked at the boy with surprise.

"You mean..."

"My ass, dummy! I need it!"

"No way."

"Why not?"

"Because... because you are too young. Your ass is too small. You can't take
it like that."

The boy, this beautifully tan, slim, hard boy, not an ounce of fat on his
body, not an ounce of doubt in his eyes, stared at me.

"Like I don't do it all the time."

"But... your sister..."

"What about her?"

"She said no fucking. Only with her."

"That selfish bitch! She knows I love it. I mean, not for Jean-Paul, he's
too small. But I've been getting fucked for, like, ever!"

I almost came then, no hands or anything. Instead, I just slumped against
the cool tiles of the shower wall. Marco, on the other hand, saw the
resignation in my face. He turned around and grabbed the bottle of body
soap I had brought. He held the bottle out, and I held out my hand. He
poured a generous amount on my fingers and palm, then turned his back to
me, bending at the waist, and spread those beautiful rubbery cheeks, with
their triangles of white skin, showing me off his clean pink muscle,
nestled there in the hairless white valley of his crack. Oh fuck.

I took the hand and rubbed some of the soap into his hot, tight rosebud. In
response to my touch the valve opened in a lovely manner, and I slipped one
soapy finger in to the first knuckle. The boy sighed and twisted his neck
around to look over his bony shoulder and catch me in the eye. I pulled my
finger out and grasped my cock.

"Not like that" Marco said, and stood up. "I have to be on top. Sit down."

As instructed, I sat my ass on the tile shower floor, the water from the
spray running along my thighs, my back leaning against the cool tiles of
the wall. My torso was at a slanted angle, and my cock stood straight up
like a radio antenna. I was breathing heavily by this point, my cock
bouncing with each excited heave of my lungs. I looked up at Kemal, who
stood above me wide-eyed, pounding his pud. With one hand I grabbed him by
the hip and pulled him to me, licking the underside of his boy shaft.

Marco had straddled my legs and lowered himself into a squat. I reached out
and put my hands around his tiny waist as he reached behind with one hand,
the other holding onto my shoulder. He grasped my prick and aligned it with
his backside. I felt the rubbery firm skin of his ass, and then the warm
wrinkles of his valve. He zeroed my shaft in, and my circumcised head
started to push against that heat.

It would never fit. The boy was too tight, too small for what we were
trying to do. Even with the slickness of the soap running down my member I
could tell that Marco had bitten off more then he could fuck.

Then, the skinny boy took a deep breath. I felt his torso expand under my
hands, which were practically touching fingertips around his narrow
waist. He exhaled, squirmed a bit, and my head popped inside him. He took
another breath, smiled a prideful smile straight at me, and used his weight
to push down another inch. My god, the boy was taking me inside him!

Kemal's fist was a blur as he beat off six inches from my head. Marco
grunted and relaxed his ass and slid another inch down on me. He let go of
my shoulder and reached out, taking his friend by the knee and pulling him
closer. When Kemal was in place, Marco swallowed down the slightly older
boy's stiffy and started sucking like a pool pump. He slid his weight down
another inch on me.

My cock was in a velvet vice. It was incredible, this sensation of hard boy
body wrapped around my manhood. Bit by bit, Marco slid his weight down (he
couldn't have weighed more then 75 pounds) onto me. Closer and closer his
smooth hairless ass came to my fuzzy crotch. I took one hand off of his
waist and took his impossibly hard little prick in my fingers, jerking it
with my finger tips. He looked out of the corner of his eye, for his head
was turned to the side to suck Kemal, and offered me an encouraging look. I
jerked him harder and faster, tickling his balls in the down stroke. He
slid further down.

Then he was there. He bottomed out. I couldn't believe I fit inside
him. I'm not a small man, in any way, and my cock is a thick veiny slab of
man meat. But this skinny little kid had me entirely inside his narrow
white ass. Hell, I must be in past his belly button.

Kemal started to make groaning noises. Marco was looking up under his
lashes at the boy, whose back was arching and whose little chest was popped
out, nipples like hard little candies. Marco took the boy's stiffness from
his mouth and beat him off. Kemal sighed, and his cock leapt and Marco's
pink tongue darted out to catch the single clear drop of liquid that
shotgunned out of the boy's immature organ. He caught it right on his
tongue, which he then stuck out at me before slurping it back inside his
mouth.

I came.

It's impossible to describe my orgasm. I hardly ever came in someone's ass,
usually finishing with my hand, but I'm surprised that little Marco didn't
hit his head on the ceiling, the way I blasted him. It felt like I had been
gutted, like my very insides were pouring out of me. Splat after splat
after splat ran up that tube on the underside of my cock, spraying inside
Marco with an exquisite release. I felt I could flood the world with my
cum. It may have only lasted a few seconds, but it seemed like I was
cumming for ages, like some animal who can't be stopped in coitus. That's
exactly what I was, an animal, filling the narrow ass of a pre-pubescent,
hairless little boy with my everlasting load.

Marco laughed.

It was a delightful laugh. He apparently loved the feeling of the sperm
enema I was giving him. He brushed my hand off his cock, and while I was
still dribbling, started rapidly fisting himself, rabbit fucking his
hand. He leaned back, his graceful skinny neck bulging with veins, laughed
again, and shook with an orgasm of his own. I looked carefully, and no seed
emerged from his cute little tip, but oh man did that boy come. With a sigh
and an arched back and fluttering eyelids and curled toes he came right
there in my lap with my still erect dick jammed in him.

Then with a flash he was up, my fat one popping out of him with a hydraulic
sound. He bounced with excitement from one foot to the next, leaned over
and kissed suddenly shy Kemal, and turned around and waved his ass at
me. My cum was running down the inside of his thigh, and I let out a laugh
as well. Pulling myself to my feet, I grabbed my loofah and wiped the boy's
ass and legs free of semen like I was changing a diaper. He giggled and
squealed. I quieted him with a kiss, then whispered in his ear "kiss
Kemal".

We both grabbed the beautiful buck-toothed black-shorn eel-like cashier's
son and stuck our tongues, together, in his mouth. He squirmed and laughed
through our lips as I grabbed his round ass.

"Kemal doesn't fuck yet" Marco offered, seeing my kneading those luscious
cheeks. "Philippe tried to fuck him but he said not yet."

"Well then, to each his own. I'm sure that when and if he's ready, Kemal
will join in." The half-Arab boy smiled his shy smile.

Ok boys, finish soaping and showering. Get those hard nails of yours to go
down. It's lunchtime and your mums will be wondering where you are.

"Not mine, but Kemal's mum will want him to come home for lunch."

"Well ok then. You boys know that this is our secret, right?"

"Yes sir" Kemal offered, once again the polite schoolboy.

"Fuck that!" Marco responded, "I'm telling Philippe as soon as I get back
to the villa. He didn't even get a proper deep dicking like I did."

"Well... it's a bit different with you, Marco. But please be wise in what you
say."

The beautiful middle brother looked at me with a serious lechers grin.

"You don't have to worry Adrian. No one in my family gives a fuck who we
fuck."

With that, both boys were gone. I was standing alone again, under the
shower head, water running down my back. I would have to ring another load
from my dick, after hearing those words. A family that was as careless
about sex as that? My dick was rock ribbed again. Oh well, what more did I
have to do then spend my time cumming? And I still had a whole week left to
my vacation. I thought of the Fuck Family's beautiful younger daughter, of
adorable little Jean-Paul, of those two fit, sexy parents.

Best. Vacation. Ever.