Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2018 10:18:01 +0100
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: He Brought His Own Balls - Chapter 11 (Gay - Adult Youth)

He Brought His Own Balls
Chapter 11

Eventually we pulled ourselves from the cabana and spent some time
exploring the beauty of the island. There was a stunning nature trail and a
place to grab some food. We also got some more sunbathing in and then
cooled off in the ocean.

As I was towel-drying Mark, he asked me what time it was.

"It's almost 3 o'clock."

"You wanna take the next boat back so we can play a little ping-pong back
at the resort?"

"Sounds great."

On the boatride back, we were sitting closely and enjoying the breeze. I
was resting my arm partially on Mark's leg. When I thought no one was
looking, I gave his package a little squeeze. He immediately started to
stiffen.

Suddenly I noticed a boy, maybe 9 or 10 years old, staring right at us from
the other side of the boat. I smiled, and he grinned back.

"Someone's watching us," I whispered to Mark.

Mark looked around until he saw who I was talking about. Then Mark took his
towel and lay it over his body like you might do with a blanket on an
airplane. My arm was under the towel, but unless someone were really
studying our positions, it wouldn't have looked strange or noticeable. Mark
whispered back, "I want to feel your hand."

Still on top of his swimsuit, I fondled his boy parts again. After rolling
his balls around, I slowly traced up the length of his hardened six
inches. Then I let my fingers creep under the waistband of his suit. I
scratched his pubes. He was letting out soft moans that only I could hear
over the roar of the boat engines.

Finally I decided to stop teasing him and I grabbed a hold of his penis
with just my thumb and index finger. I jerked it up and down a few
times. Mark shuddered. Then I grabbed just the head of his cock and started
twisting it back and forth. He was leaking precum on my hand.

I had my hand down the pants of the 13-year-old boy sitting next to me, and
no one on the boat knew. Well, except for that young boy across the way. I
was pretty sure he knew exactly what was going on. He continued to stare
directly at us, and now he was playing with himself over his shorts.

Taking a break from pleasuring Mark's dick, I reached below his balls and
found his asshole with my middle finger. He was a bit sweaty, so it was
quite slippery in the area. I pushed in with my finger and Mark gasped. The
boy watching us dropped his jaw in reaction to Mark's facial expression. My
finger was now all the way pushed in, and I gave it a few pumps in and out.

"Make me cum," Mark instructed under his breath.

I went back to his teenaged cock with my hand, and started pumping him as
fast as I could without drawing attention from other passengers.

Mark's whole body stiffened, and I actually felt the start of his load
travel up his cock. He grunted and started pumping gobs of cum all over my
hand.

As I pulled my hand from his swimsuit and from under the towel, I wiped
most of the evidence away, but when my hand emerged, there was still a
little bit left. I brought it to my lips and licked the rest off while
staring back at the little boy across the boat and giving him a wink. He
had one hand still on his groin slowly fondling himself and a look of shock
on his face.

When we were exiting the boat a few minutes later, Mark and I were directly
behind the little boy, only inches away. Mark gave him a pinch on the
butt. Then Mark pretended to lose his balance and grabbed a hold of the boy
for a moment, pressing his crotch into the boy's backside.

"Sorry," Mark apologized.

The boy simply looked back and smiled. Mark and I both noticed his hard-on
through his shorts.

*****

20 minutes later Mark and I arrived at the ping-pong table and nearby
pool. My nieces, nephew, and Mark's sister were all sitting on a couple of
lounge chairs playing a card game together. I noticed the adults hanging at
the bar on the other side of the pool. We waved to each other.

Surprised that the ping-pong table was not being used, I asked the kids if
anyone wanted to play.

Griffin spoke up first. "We were playing before, but the ball cracked." My
nieces started arguing about whose fault the cracked ball was.

Mark to the rescue. "No worries, guys. I brought my own balls!" He reached
into his drawstring bag and pulled out a ping-pong ball.

Then I chimed in. "Oh, I've played with Mark's balls before. They are
better than any other I've played with. Completely smooth and they bounce
perfectly."

Griffin had a funny look on his face. Mark gave me a knowing look.

Mark also had two extra paddles in his bag, so we were able to play with
four people at once. We set up a rotation so that all six of us got time to
play. We had fun hitting it around for a while. Eventually the three girls
decided they were going to take a swim, leaving the three guys at the
table. The two boys were on one side, and I was by myself. They were having
fun teaming up against me and trash talking, especially while they held the
lead. Eventually I came back and won the game. Griffin decided to take a
break and sat down on a chair to watch Mark and me play a game of our own.

That one game turned into an epic and intense 5-game set. We had a few
really long rallies, and even drew the attention of some spectators! We
were both shirtless and breathing heavily. Mark was drenched in sweat. His
hair was soaking wet.

Of course the final game became tied at 20-20. We traded a few more
points. With Mark leading 24-23 and the game on the line, he hit a shot
that tipped off the very edge of the table. I didn't have a chance to get
it. Simple bad luck. Mark was so excited when he won, hopping around with a
huge grin on his sexy teenaged face. It would have seemed like bad
sportsmanship had he not been the cutest thing ever.

"Time for a swim," Griffin announced.

"Can't wait to hit the water," I replied. "Just need to run to the bathroom
first."

"I'm coming, Griffin," Mark said.

"Didn't you say you needed to pee, too?" I asked Mark. I gave him a look.

"No, I...I mean, yeah, I almost forgot until you mentioned it. I gotta go
real bad."

"We'll meet you in the pool, Griff. You go ahead."

As much as I really did want to take a swim and cool off, I also needed to
experience some of Mark's sweaty body before he rinsed off in the water.

We walked briskly into the nearby bathroom, and I immediately grabbed Mark,
pulling him into the handicap stall we had used the other day. I attacked
his body, first with hard kisses on his mouth and neck, then licking his
sexy armpits. I almost came in my swimsuit right then. After sucking on the
nipples of the 8th grader and licking down his chest, I yanked down his
swimsuit, releasing his throbbing cock. While I jerked it using my left
hand, I had him lift one leg up on the toilet seat so I could gain a better
angle on his balls and boyhole. He was wet with sweat, and I wanted to lick
up every bit. I was in sensory overload. His smell, his taste and texture,
the look of his winking hole.

I felt my own hardness pulse again. I really needed to cum badly. All in
one motion, I ripped off my own suit, sat on the closed toilet seat, and
slid my cock into the middle schooler's hole. Mark was sitting on me now,
and I furiously starting fucking him, more violently than ever before. I
was determined to make us both cum in the next 90 seconds, before anyone
started wondering where we were.

Mark was now letting out a high-pitched "Uh" each time I drove my dick into
him. He and I were both jerking his cock, and I was also caressing his
developing chest with my hand.

"Holy shit," I moaned as I started unloading my 24-year-old spunk in the
13-year-old's ass. Mark started cumming only a second after me, letting out
a shriek as he did so. Cum covered his chest, and I dipped my hand in,
feeding some to each of us.

We sat there for another minute, trying to catch our breath.

"We gotta get back to the pool," I announced.

I helped Mark get up, slipping my still semi-hard cock out of him. We put
on our suits, wiped off his chest with a wet paper towel, and hurried out
of the bathroom.

As I watched Mark running ahead of me toward the pool, I noticed him reach
down and wipe the back of his leg where some of my cum had leaked out and
was dripping down.

We both jumped in and found the other kids. As we played some games of tag
and threw around a ball, Griffin and Mark were getting along great. Even
though they were two years apart, they were about the same height. The two
boys were wrestling around in the water, dunking each other. Typical boy
stuff.

Once I was cooled off, I got out to join the other adults at the bar for a
drink, while the kids continued to play in the pool. I told them about our
snorkling and explorations of the island.

Pretty soon it was time to go get changed for dinner. Mark's family had a
reservation at a different restaurant than ours, so we went our separate
ways with a plan to meet up at 8:30 for the movie in my room.

*****

Dinner was delicious but uneventful. Afterwards, Griffin and I stopped by
his room so he could change into more comfortable clothes. Then we went
back to my room. While Griffin started to set up the movie, I also changed
into a T-shirt and athletic shorts.

Griffin jumped up to get the door when we heard a knock. Of course it was
Mark, right on time. Griffin excitedly started chatting with Mark about
Spider-Man: Homcoming, the movie we were about to watch.

A few minutes later, we were on the couch with sodas and candy, and the
movie was rolling. I was in the middle, Mark on my left and Griffin on my
right. All three of us were loving the movie. It was funny, good action
scenes, and it was a teenaged Peter Parker! Yum. The first time that he
took off his shirt to expose his bare chest, I boned up real quick. At this
point, the boys were both lying down on the couch with their heads resting
against my body. Perfect symmetry. I could reach down to Mark's crotch,
without Griffin having a clue, and I did. I wanted to feel if Mark had a
reaction to the hot shirtless actor on the screen.

Mark was definitely hard. I felt him over his shorts at first. I guess I
didn't know if it was because of what was on the screen or if it was his
general horniness or something else, but I whispered into his ear, "Pretty
sexy guy, huh?" Mark nodded and placed his hand over mine, pressing my hand
hard into his groin. Meanwhile, I stroked Griffin's shaggy blond hair with
my right hand, and noticed Griffin adjust himself slightly.

I moved my left hand, still on the oustide of Mark's shorts, around to his
backside, and poked between his clothed cheeks. I felt Mark pushing hard
against my finger. We must have pushed some of his underwear inside his
asshole.

Mark suddenly sat up and took off his shirt. "It's so hot in here." He
tossed it on the floor. Griffin, clearly copying his new older friend, did
the same thing. They rested their heads back against my body. I had a hand
resting on each bare chest. On Mark's side, I caressed his chest and played
with his tiny nipples. My hand moved up to his smooth face, and I traced
his features, including each of his soft lips.

Then with the tips of my fingers, I slowly traced down Mark's entire chest,
from neck to belly button, using the lightest touch possible. Mark
shuddered and sucked in his stomach, creating a small gap between the
waistband of his shorts and his skin. I slowly moved my fingers toward the
gap until I could just feel the sparse hairs of his 13-year-old pubic area.

Meanwhile, Griffin vocalized his continued enjoyment of the movie, laughing
and making remarks. Mark and I would chime in every so often. Griffin was
oblivious to the sexual tension hanging in the air just two feet from
himself.

My hand crept a little bit further into Mark's shorts. Just as I made my
first contact with his rigid pride and joy, I pulled my hand out
completely. I loved teasing my adorable 8th grader.

"No!" Marked called out. Griffin thought Mark was commenting on something
in the movie.

I paused the movie. "You guys want to order something more to eat?"

"Waffle fries!" Griffin exclaimed.

"Do they even have those?" I asked.

"Yeah, I saw them on the menu," answered my nephew.

"OK, I'll call it in. Mark, you want anything else?"

"Nah, I'll just have some of the fries."

I put in the order, and Griffin went to the bathroom before we resumed the
movie.

"You frickin' suck!" Mark whisper-yelled at me as he kissed me hard on the
lips.

"You wish."

"Do you know how horny I am?"

"What's new?"

Mark put on his best fake-angry face, and then climbed on top of me,
tackling and trying to pin me. I loved feeling how strong he was in his
young adolescence. I could have prevented a pinning, but I let him get the
best of me for a moment.

Griffin emerged from the bathroom. "What's going on?"

"Your uncle was being mean, so I was teaching him a lesson."

"I'll help!" Griffin jumped on, and now I had to work harder putting up
some resistance.

I concentrated on reversing my position with Mark, so he was on his
back. Griffin climbed on my back. I started tickling Mark's sides, and
while he was temporarily incapacitated, I tossed Griffin off my back and
onto the couch. I tickled my nephew, first his sides and then I squeezed
each of his thighs. He was giggling uncontrollably. Just as Mark was making
a move toward me again, I turned my attention back to him, and held him
down with one arm, while torturing him some more. Mark's giggles filled the
room.

"Stop, stop...I can't...stand it," he got out between laughs and breaths.

"It's too easy, Mark," I teased. "I bet Griffin could take you." I needed a
break from this and thought maybe I could get the boys to go at each
other. It worked like a charm.

"I totally can!" Griffin yelled. Just as I removed myself from the
situation and went to go grab myself a drink, Griffin jumped on top of
Mark.

"Ow, dude!" Mark complained before easily flipping Griffin onto his back.

I came back and dragged the coffee table out of the way to give them some
room on the floor. Mark noticed the empty space and dragged Griffin off of
the couch and onto the floor. The two shirtless boys continued to wrestle
for another 10 minutes. At one point it looked like Griffin was flat-out
humping Mark. Eventually they had no energy left and flopped on the floor
on their backs. I could see a tent in each of the boys shorts.

There was a knock at the door. "Fries!" Griffin called out. He got up and
ran to the door. When he opened it up, Sammy was standing there looking as
sexy as ever. Part of me wanted to grab him and rip off his clothes. But
not on my last night with Mark. I wondered if Griffin had recognized Sammy
from the photo.

"Sammy, this is my nephew, Griffin."

Sammy extended his hand. "Nice to meet you."

Griffin shook his hand. "You too!"

I explained to Griffin that Mark and I had met Sammy earlier around the
resort when he was serving drinks and chatted with us. Just a white lie.

"Mark, can you grab a couple of dollars from the counter and give them to
Sammy. I'm gonna get the TV area set back up with Griffin." I wanted to
give Mark and Sammy a chance to say goodbye since Mark would would be
leaving in the morning. As Griffin helped me with the coffee table and
setting out the fries, I watched Sammy and Mark hug each other at the door.

"See you, Mr. Owen!" Sammy called out as he opened the door.

"Thanks, Sammy. See ya around." He left.

We resumed our positions on the couch and un-paused the movie, while
snacking on the waffle fries and drinking some more soda. Next thing I
knew, the credits were rolling and Griffin had fallen asleep.

I whispered to Mark that Griffin was asleep and we should move to the other
room. Carefully I stood up, replacing myself with a pillow for
Griffin. Mark and I quietly walked over to the bedroom. Suddenly Mark
aggressively pushed me down onto the bed on my back. He climbed up onto the
bed, straddled me, and started grinding our clothed crotches together. He
started to pull my shirt over my head, and I helped him get it off. Then he
started kissing my smooth chest, going lower and lower. He grabbed my cock
with his mouth, still through the fabric of my shorts. Mark put his hand
through the bottom leg of my shorts, stuck it under my boxer briefs, and
reached up until he grabbed my cock with his bare hand. His touch felt
incredible, and by now I was fully hard. We ripped off my shorts and
underwear completely so I was fully nude on the bed. Mark leaned down again
and slowly took my dick into his mouth. The sight of my 7 inches stuffing
his small mouth was so hot. He was determined to get as much as he could
past his lips, even though it was making him gag a little bit. Then he
eased up a bit and just worked his mouth on the end of my pole, while using
his hand to jerk the base.

Meanwhile, I reached up and massaged Mark's butt. I started to pull at his
shorts, and he got the idea. He took a break from sucking on me to remove
his shorts. Now he was sitting there wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. I
took a moment to take in the sight. I could see the outline of his hard
teen cock, pointing up toward his flat abdomen. His lips were all wet. He
put his arms behind his head, showing off his pits and posing for me. He
smiled down with his evil grin.

"Take them off," I whispered.

He started by pulling them down ever so slightly over, revealing the tip of
his penis. Then he pulled them back up and grinned at me again. I couldn't
take it any longer, and I reached to pull them down myself. Mark helped,
and a few seconds later he was fully naked. He lay down flat on top of me,
and we started humping. I could feel precum from one or both of us as we
pressed together. We sucked on each other's tongues.

I reached back and started massaging his ass again. With the index finger
on my right hand, I probed between his cheeks, until I came in contact with
his hairless hole. I traced a few circles around it and then applied a bit
of pressure, letting the tip of my finger cross the threshold.

"Ooohh....yes.....stick it in further," Mark moaned urgently as he pressed
against my finger, trying to get it to go deeper.

Just as my finger went all the way in, something caught my eye, and I
looked around Mark. Griffin was standing in the doorway staring at us.
Fuck.


*End of Chapter 11*


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