Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2009 11:37:33 +0100 From: tomas sabas Subject: Bikini Boy. Chapter one I have written stories before and exchanged views with a few people but have been away and lost names and addresses. Please feel free to contact me again. You will know who you are I am sure. Hoping to re-establish contacts. Tomas. The prelude. I was a young thirty year old at the time of this story. Fortunately having made enough money out of a short lived career to retire in my favourite island of Tenerife. I had bought a wonderful villa, set in its own grounds, surrounded by a high wall and sporting a large swimming pool. I loved that privacy, and the fact that whoever came to visit and whatever we did, we could never be overlooked. But having friends visit me at the villa was not totally fulfilling and I would make a trip down to the local waterfront to see the rest of the population, and particularly the young boys who enjoyed the swimming and sunshine that our Island offers all the year round. I am, as you can by now imagine, gay. I had been in my usual comfortable place for boy watching for several days running as the weather was hot and sunny and the boys were now coming every day to swim off the old quay. I just could not get enough of watching their lithe young bodies as they cavorted around in the wonderful carefree way that young boys have. Armed with my digital camera, and most of the day clad only in shorts (but with a restrictive g-string under to hide any embarrassing excitement from curious passers by) I happily snapped lots of pics to enjoy later at home. Granted most of the boys in these days wore baggy shorts down to their knees, but occasionally a boy would appear in a neat brief old fashioned speedo. My enjoyment always went up in ratio with the brevity of the garment. My thought would always be that it was a crying shame that some spoil sport had almost stopped young boys wearing beautiful skimpy bikini type briefs in favour of these baggy modern shorts! When I was a youngster myself it was normal to wear the skimpiest of costumes and be proud to do it, even if probably not fully realising the effect we were having on watching men like myself. So there I was watching and taking a few shots of good looking lads for my collection when all of a sudden, like a breath of fresh air, there appeared a young addonis. I estimated at the time that he would be sixteen but later discovered he was in fact seventeen, which would be good for future relations as it happened! This wonderful lad, first appeared wearing old jeans and a white tee shirt and appeared to be alone. He walked out to the edge of the quay and watched the youngsters for a few minutes, while I said my prayers that he would strip down and go swimming. Finally, he did look all around. He looked straight at me with my camera and then, slowly peeled off his shirt. When I took a quick shot or two, he paused a moment, still looking my way, and undid his belt to drop his jeans and kick them off. He now stood with superb young sun tanned body in a wonderfully brief three quarter backed red bikini with only simple single string sides joining the two pieces. My camera was soon busy as he turned away and dived neatly in among the younger boys before climbing back out to stand on the edge obviously enjoying the sun. Now he was wet his briefs looked even more seductive to me. Shiny with drops of water he glistened in the sun to match his briefs which were now clinging wetly around his curves. He turned slowly and saw me using my camera and far from being worried he lifted a hand in acknowledgement. More diving and climbing in and out and my camera recorded many cracking shots. Several young lads, seeing a slightly older boy appear had joined up with him to dive and play. Then suddenly, he broke away from them, and walked over to where I was sitting and squatted down beside me. "Hi sir, have you got any good pictures? I saw you were taking some and I am very keen on photography as well." He grinned good naturedly at me, and I was able to get a first hand look at that smooth muscled body and the wet outlined bulge held in that brief little bikini. "Oh yes my boy, I have taken several, and hey, you must be new here ar'nt you. I come here most days and have never seen you before," "Sure thing. I have just moved in with my Mum in the hotel along the road. She has got a job there and she and I are on our own now, as Dad left her some while back. So now I am finding out what goes on around here as I am staying for the long summer holidays. I am Seb by the way, and pleased to meet you. What is your name now we have met?" He asked me. I introduced my self as Tomas and told him that I lived about five kilometres inland. I told him of my villa all on its own in the hills with a large swimming pool and nice garden all surrounded by a high wall. I wondered if I could persuade this young God to join me for a day. "That sounds real nice, but if you have your own pool why are do you come down here?" "Because I like to photograph boys playing really, but now if I had a boy in my own pool I would be content in my own private grounds!" "Hey, is that an invitation to come and swim in your pool? I would like that and I have no friends down here yet. How can I get to your place and if I could, would you really let me use the pool?" "Of course I would. I would be delighted to have you for a day and I am sure you are guessing that already. I think you know full well I was snapping lots of shots of you. Do you want to see what I have taken? I also have a car in the park down the road and we could go out together now if you like." "I can't do that today cos Mum wanted me back early as she has some time off, but I could come all day tomorrow if you would not mind." "Done Seb. Tomorrow I will come and pick you up right here. You can spend the day with me if you want, swim in my pool, sun on my patio and I will organise some lunch and a beer or two, but only if you are allowed beer. One thing though, I would like you to wear that same dishy little bikini when you come up to my place." "Don't worry Tomas, I certainly will because I like brief bikinis for swimming and the sun tan, and anyway I will do even better if you like. I have some really brief thong type costumes, and will bring them for when this one gets wet. I am too shy to wear them in public, but if it is just you at home I will bring a couple of them along. Is that alright with you?" "I think you know jolly well it is, and I live alone out there so there will be no one else." I said as I handed him the camera and invited him to view the latest pictures. He grinned his delightful grin at me as he pressed the button to start his viewing. He expressed amazement at how clear the zoom lens had made him. He leafed through the shots of him and then went slowly through the previous shots of my selected favourite boys. I realised that he was taking quite a lot of interest in some of them and must have realised my close interest in boys by now. I decided immediately not to stop him from seeing the last picture that I had not had time to offload from yesterdays session at my villa. I sensed that Seb would like what he saw and I would soon know. If he liked the picture then tomorrow could be fantastic. But if it put him off, then so be it I thought, better to know now than later. The picture I had left in was taken beside my pool. It was of a young friend of mine. He was strung up with leather thongs from his wrists to the exercise frame by the diving board. His legs were tied out by the same method into the classic spread eagle and best of all, he wore only a tiny loin cloth. He was covered in sweat and grinning. . "Oh wow Tomas, oh my goodness. Is that at your villa? Did you do that to him and did he just let you?" "Because young Seb, he likes that done to him. He really likes to be tied up, and even asks me to punish him from time to time. His favourite, if you really want to know, is to be lightly whipped when tied under that frame. I never really damage him you understand although I put him through quite a bit of pain. This simply indulges this weird longing of his to be punished. He really likes to submit, and impress me with his courage. And you can imagine that I enjoy doing it!" I let him take his time to look more carefully at the picture and was sure that I could see the front of that little red bikini filling out somewhat. "I must admit I want to come to your villa even more now Tomas. I can hardly wait to see it and the pool. But now I must fly before I am late for my Mum." He slipped on his jeans and shirt straight over his still damp bikini, and with a cheery goodbye he jogged off with his small backpack in place. "See you tomorrow Tomas" he yelled as he left, "I will be here at nine in the morning with my towel and spare costumes." end of chapter one. Seb is now obviously aware of what could happen in a remote private villa with a new guy he has just met. Ideas for more action and comments on the story so far will be welcome and responded to. Adios, Tomas.