Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2007 23:56:20 +0000
From: wavertreeboy@hotmail.com
Subject: A Drunken Holiday

After that first night seeing and touching Dave's dick it seemed to be on
my mind almost every moment of every day, especially when we were together
and I would try and steal glimpses of the bulge in his pants or watch him
pissing at a urinal etc. He still had no idea of my real feelings and
although he would quite happily wank in front of me, I really don't think
he thought that was in the least bit unusual.

It was now coming up to summer and his parents asked me to join them on a
holiday in Devon, and although I would have preferred Spain, Greece or just
about anywhere else, I agreed to go because I knew I would get the
opportunity to see him naked almost every day. As we got closer to going
away we would often talk about what we were going to do to all those girls
that would be dropping to their knees right in front of us, I of course was
happy to play along knowing the effect these conversations would have on
him. Finally, the day was here and we set off in his dad's car on Saturday
morning, 5 hours later we were there. We pulled up outside the hotel,
unpacked the car and moved in. I should say at this point that me and Dave
were actually staying in a hotel next door to the guest house where his mum
and dad had been going for years.

It was a large room with two single beds side by side, we each chose one,
unpacked our bags and went straight out to get the lie of the land. We
wondered round for an hour or two just checking things out and trying to
find all the local pubs that we would no doubt visit that night.  By six we
had got back to the hotel, showered, changed, and there we were ready to
go. Well, needless to say for a couple of young piss heads on holiday, we
had a fantastic night, staggering from one pub to the next, eyeing up all
the talent. By around midnight we were both completely plastered and we
eventually staggered back to the hotel propping each other up as we went.
Dave was much more drunk than I was, (I'm sure that any of you who have
these fantasies as I do, are used to playing the drunk very effectively).
We got back to our room and I lowered him onto his bed, I was still talking
to him as if he were completely conscious, but of course I was only looking
for any sign of a response. I stripped down to my boxers, my dick was
already hard and my heart had begun to pound so hard that it almost seemed
audible.  I moved over to Dave who was lying across his bed with his feet
still on the floor, I said; "come on, let's get you to bed". I started to
undo his shirt buttons all the way down to his jeans, and then still
talking to him I released his belt, zip etc. I pulled him up off the bed
into a sitting position and removed his shirt and then lowered him back
down, still not a sound out of him. I stood there for a moment and admired
his body, beautifully cut but only slightly muscled, just the sight of the
fine downy hair running from his belly button and disappearing into the top
of his underwear made my dick ache with desire. I rubbed myself for a
moment and then lay down on the bed beside him, his arm was stretched out
under my head, and I raised my leg and let it rest on top of his. Reaching
down, I very gently placed my hand on his stomach and rested there for a
while, my heart was still pounding and I have to confess to being quite
scared, but from the start I knew that the only way that this would stop
was for him to wake. He didn't. I moved my hand lower, into his jeans and
it was now resting on his dick, I could feel it clearly through his
underwear, it was completely limp but to me it still felt fantastic. I
started to massage it slowly and gently, at the same time I was pushing my
own dick up and down his thigh. The feelings were so intense I trembled
with excitement; I could feel every blood vessel in my body pounding and
pulsing in some sort of unnatural rhythm. As I gently massaged his dick my
nose was pressed against his armpit, the aroma added to the sensations, I
began to feel his dick stiffening under my touch, almost imperceptibly at
first but as the time passed it was getting harder and harder. His balls
were large and even though they were covered by his underwear I could tell
that they hung loosely in his sack, I knew I couldn't take it any longer
and I just had to free him from the remains of his clothes.

I stood up and looked at him, he lay there soundly asleep and completely
unaware of the effect he was having, I could see his dick straining to free
itself from its restraint. I felt as if I had no options, I had to carry
on, to stop now would have been impossible for me I had wanted him so much
and for so long I was willing to risk anything. First I removed his
trainers and then looped my left arm under both of his knees, lifting them
I began to pull down his jeans and his underwear at the same time, I
removed them completely.

Now he was there lying naked in front of me, he had a raging hardon, his
balls hung low between his legs and as I watched I could see them moving,
tiny movements in his sack. His dick lay on his stomach pointing straight
up toward his head, I reached out and touched it and as soon as my fingers
made contact it seemed to harden even more. I kneeled between his legs with
one of his knees on either side of my chest and his feet still on the
floor, I moved my head forward intending to lick his shaft with the tip of
my tongue but before I made contact I noticed the smell, the most fantastic
smell, I couldn't even begin to describe it, I've heard people before
describe a shiver up their spine but this almost felt like my kidneys were
aching and the back of my throat was tingling. I paused and enjoyed the
aroma while I looked at the dick I had fantasised about for months, I
reached up and took his bell in between my fingers and pulled it slightly
away from his balls, his dick seemed to react to this sensation and
stiffened even more, several times I did this and each time it felt as
though his dick was pulling back but each time it seemed to pump more blood
into his swollen bell. I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft, it was
absolutely solid but the covering of skin was incredibly soft it almost
felt like expensive satin, I pulled his dick up to that I could reach it
with my mouth, all the time it was straining against me to lie back against
his abdomen, I stoked it up and down and then moved my lips over his bell
end. I started to suck him, gently at first but as he stayed sound asleep I
began to suck stronger and deeper until my mouth was nestled against his
pubes, I could feel his bell filling the back of my throat and on each down
stoke I paused at the bottom and strained to take it as far in as I could
without balking. I continued sucking and rubbing my other hand over his
abdomen, chest and thighs before moving down to my own dick which I beat
frantically, I would have liked to think that I could take my time and last
for ages, but I knew only too well that I would have to cum soon, I just
wasn't used to the intensity of these feelings. My head bobbed ever quicker
enjoying every bit of his dick; I paused occasionally to run my tongue
around his bell and even gripped it gently between my teeth before
continuing my frantic sucking. Although his dick remained rock hard
throughout our little session, from time to time I could feel it harden
even more, I picked up the pace on my own dick and started to feel the
familiar sensation but this time it seemed so much more intense. I stopped
sucking but kept his dick in my mouth as I reached my climax, I shot 5 or 6
times presumably hitting the side of the bed, it seemed like such a relief
to cum but I still didn't want to lose his dick from my mouth so stayed
there for a while just enjoying the sensations.

I finally released him stood up and looked at my conquest, I think I may
have felt a pang of guilt, but that certainly didn't last long - you
probably could have measured it in nanoseconds. I turned out the light and
went to bed; I had fabulous dreams all night.

As it turned out, having sex of one kind or another with my straight mates
would become a regular part of my life for several years to come...