Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2018 18:25:30 +0100
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: He Brought His Own Balls - Chapter 7 (Gay - Adult Youth)

He Brought His Own Balls
Chapter 7

I woke up with one leg and one arm of my favorite 13-year-old sprawled on
me. I could feel his semi-hard penis pressing against my thigh.

The clock said 3:30 pm. We had slept for about an hour.

"Tennis?" I whispered as I kissed his cum-crusted chest to wake him up.

He stirred and smiled, but kept his eyes closed. "I want to lie like this
forever." He pressed his groin into my leg, and I could feel him stiffen
even more. Then he started humping my leg like a horny dog.

I too could have stayed in bed with Mark forever, but I also enjoyed
spending time with him doing other things. I wanted to see his athletic
teen body running around the tennis court, working up a sweat. That would
give me some images to savor.

"How about I give you a blow job and then we go play?"

"Deal!" His eyes shot open.

I started kissing and/or licking every part of his delicious body, from his
nose to his neck to his milky thighs to his smooth pair of boy balls.

"I thought you said a blow job," Mark whined.

"Patience my sexy boy."

I slowly licked up and around his skinny, 6-inch shaft. He was in 8th
grade, but I'm sure plenty of 10th graders would have loved to have a dick
as long as Mark's. After stuffing his entire cock down my throat, I started
going to town on him. This time my goal was to get him off as quickly as
possible. I couldn't wait to taste his load shooting down my throat for the
first time.

"Oh my god, that feels so good," Mark moaned. As I bobbed up and down, I
massaged his cute patch of public hair with one hand and played with one of
his nipples with my other. "I'm not gonna last long."

I started jerking the lower half of his dick while slurping and sucking and
licking on the upper half. I could feel his orgasm coming a few seconds
before he exploded.

"Ooooooh fuck. Ahhhhh! Ughh!" About 5 jets of warm boy-cum hit the back of
my throat before the rest landed on my tongue. I swallowed as fast as I
could. The sweet and salty mixture was amazing. I kept sucking on his dick
while he softened up a bit, and he started to squirm around from the
sensitivity. Eventually I removed my mouth, and I let Mark lie there for a
few minutes to recover.

As much as we probably smelled like sex, it wasn't worth taking a shower if
we were about to go run around and get all sweaty anyway. I got out of bed
and started putting on some clothes. I found Mark's swimsuit and tank top
and threw them at him. "Let's go, bud."

"I gotta run back to my room to get my racket and something other than my
swimsuit to wear."

"I'll meet you in the lobby, and then we can walk to the tennis courts."

Mark threw on his clothes and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Thanks by the
way." He flashed an adorable smile as he left the room.

I went to the lobby and decided to send my first "Snap" to Sammy while I
waited. I found SuperSammy120, took a selfie, and sent a message saying
"Remember me?"

Seconds later I got a photo back of the cutest pouty face. It said "Of
course...I am so sorry for last night!!"

Even though I had originally told him it was OK, I decided to play it up a
little now and also tease him. I figured out how to just send a message
with text and no photo. "Yeah, I can't believe you did that. I guess that's
what happens when a resort hires a 15-year-old."

"Please, please don't be mad. I promise I will make up for it. Any favors I
can do for you today?"

I could think of a few. I saw Mark walking towards me just then so I sent
one more message. "Don't make any plans starting at 11 pm. I'll be in
touch."

Mark was wearing his same tank top and now had on some white athletic
shorts. Right as he reached me he stretched his arms up, which lifted his
shirt enough for me to see a small window of his flat sexy stomach as well
as the "Under Armour" label on the waistband of what I assumed was a pair
of boxer briefs. He was carrying one of those tennis bags that holds
multiple rackets.

On our walk to the courts, I brought up the topic of Sammy.

"Do you remember the knock at the door last night right after you blew your
load?" I said in a low voice.

"Oh my god, I totally forgot about that! I fell asleep, and when I woke up,
I didn't even think of it. Who was at the door?"

"It was a room service delivery, but they had the wrong room. At 2:00 in
the morning!"

"Oh wow, that's bad."

"But.....the delivery boy is not that much older than you, and he's really
hot."

"Hey!" Mark said with the cutest look on his face.

"Jealous?" I teased.

"No..." he said defensively.

"Well, his name is Sammy, and he's worried that I'm going to get him in
trouble for knocking on my door at that hour. So he offered to do a favor
to make up for it."

"What kind of 'favor'?"

"I really don't know what he may or may not be interested in...although I
think he was smiling at the obvious cum stain on my pants when I opened the
door. Would you be interested in me inviting him over to see what happens?"

"Um...sure why not! Might be fun. As long as I'm with you." Mark smiled,
and I melted.

We reached the tennis courts. Mark gave me one of his rackets so I wouldn't
need to borrow one from the resort. I saw that he had brought his own
balls, as he reached into the bag and pulled out a brand new can.

Mark was an amazing tennis player. His stroke techniques were flawless. The
only reason I was able to keep up with him was because I was faster. A few
times I had to remind myself that I was playing and not a spectator. I
could have watched Mark run around that court for hours. His hair flopping
around, his young muscles flexing, the sweat causing his skin to glisten in
the sun. Even though it was almost 4:30 when we started playing, it was
still very hot out, and we both worked up quite the sweat in a short amount
of time. We stopped for a water break.

"Your leg seems to be doing OK," I commented.

"Yeah, it's not bothering me at all anymore."

I grabbed two bottles of water from the small fridge they had at the
courts. We both started chugging.

"I'm so hot," Mark said.

"Yes, yes you are," I replied.

"Ha. Ha. Ha."

I grabbed another bottle of water, opened it up, and then started pouring
it directly onto Mark's head. He shuddered for a second but then let out an
"Ahhhhh."

"Oops. I think I made your clothes see-through." I could see his nipples as
well as a pretty clear indication of where his penis was. And the wet
shorts also hugged his ass to create a delectable sight.

"Oh well." He ran his hands erotically over his chest, and then gave a
quick grab to his 13-year-old package. "Too bad you can't have any of this
right now." He jogged back over to his side of the net, wiggling his butt
at me as he did so. Damn, he knew exactly how to push my buttons.

After another exhausting 45 minutes of tennis, we called it quits for the
day. We decided we needed a dip in the pool before heading back to our
rooms to get ready for dinner. I had brought my swimsuit with me and
changed in the nearby bathroom. Mark hadn't thought to bring his with him,
but he decided he would just go in with the shorts he was wearing.

The water felt great after our workout. We wrestled around in the pool for
a while. Mark was having trouble keeping the athletic shorts up, and when
we were about to get out, I went under the water and pulled them off
completely, leaving him in his underwear. I hopped out of the pool with his
shorts in my hand, grabbed the last two towels on the rack and went over to
the lounge chairs. I could tell that Mark wanted to call after me to give
him back his shorts, but that wasn't possible because he didn't want anyone
to hear what he was saying.

I dried off a little and lay down on a chair. I motioned with my finger for
Mark to follow. I could just see his head above the water, and he was
wearing what looked to be a semi-fake angry face as he stared daggers at
me. Finally, he climbed out of the pool, exposing his wet, sexy body. His
underwear was not boxer-briefs. They were just briefs. He put both hands
over his crotch and started running over to me.

I'm not sure if anyone was really even looking at him until a resort
employee yelled out "No running, kid!" Then I definitely saw some heads
turn in his direction. His face turned red as he walked the rest of the way
over to the chairs. I stood up, and put a towel around, giving him a little
hug and rubbing all over him using the guise of drying him off. He slipped
on his shorts, and we both lay there for a few minutes taking in the last
bits of that day's sun.

It was Wednesday and Mark's family would be leaving Friday midday. Tomorrow
was his last full day at the resort. I wouldn't be leaving until Sunday. We
were talking about what he wanted to do on his last day. I told Mark about
an excursion I read about that included a boat ride to a nearby island,
where you could go snorkling and hang out at the island for as long as you
wanted before catching a boat back. Mark loved the idea, and he said he
would ask his mom about it at dinner. By now it was almost 6:30 and we both
had 7:00 dinner reservations with our respective families. We parted ways
and planned to meet up at 10 pm again.

*****

My family was waiting to get seated for dinner when my sister tapped me on
the shoulder and pointed over to three people walking in the door. "Isn't
that your ping-pong friend?" she asked.

I looked over and saw Mark and his family walking in. Mark looked adorable
with his hair still wet from a shower. Tonight it was combed rather than
spiked. He had on a different collared shirt but the same too-small-for-him
shorts. I guess he was stuck with the one pair for this trip. Poor
kid. Lucky me.

"Yup, that's Mark and his family."

"Should we ask them to join us?"

"Uh, sure...that's a nice idea."

I walked over to Mark's family to say hello, and I asked if they wanted to
join us for dinner. There was no way Mark was going to let his mom turn
down this offer, and after I arranged things with the restaurant host, we
were soon all seated at one rectangular table. Kids at one end, adults at
the other. Mark and I were both towards the middle of the table, sitting
directly across from each other.

The kids were all getting along great, as were the adults. The wine was
flowing. The younger kids all ordered apple juice, which was delivered in a
pitcher that the kids could pour into the wine glasses that had been set at
their places. I had never seen a restaurant do that before. You could
hardly notice the difference between the white wine and apple juice if you
looked quickly. Mark ordered a coke, which they brought in a separate glass
from the bar. I pulled out my phone on my lap and sent Mark a Snap that
said to pour himself some apple juice. I watched as he looked down at his
lap and then looked up at me with a quizzical look. He mouthed "Why?" and I
mouthed back "Just do it." He complied. I kicked him under the table to get
his attention, and he watched as I nonchalantly arranged our glasses, so
mine was closer to him and his was closer to me. He caught my drift, and
picked up my wine glass, taking a few big gulps. He smiled up at me.

When there was a lull in the conversation, I brought up the excursion. It
turned out that Mark was the only one interested in going. His sister
wanted to spend her last day at the pool and there were a couple of
organized activities she was looking forward to. My nieces and nephew also
preferred the pool. They were nervous about snorkling. I probably could
have convinced my nephew to go, but since no one else wanted to go, I was
perfectly fine with it just being Mark and me. Mark asked his mom if he
could go, and after she made sure I didn't mind Mark tagging along with me,
we were all set. Mark was having a tough time hiding his huge grin.

As we were all digging into our meals, I slipped off my sandals and used my
toes to remove Mark's sandals. We played footsie for a few minutes, and
then I started rubbing his leg with my foot, moving it higher and higher
up, until my toes were poking under the edge of his shorts. The shorts were
literally too tight for me to even fit any of my foot up the leg. I moved
my foot on top of his groin. I was not the least bit surprised that he was
sporting a hard-on, and I started rubbing it with my foot. Mark was doing a
good job hiding his reactions from the others by continuing to eat his
food, but I could tell how it was affecting him.

Mark reached down and unzipped his shorts, giving his teenage erection a
little room to breathe. My foot was now rubbing his cock with only the
fabric of his underwear separating our skin. Mark put his hand on my foot
and started controlling the rhythm that he preferred.

"Mark," his mom suddenly said. "How was tennis today?"

"It...was great," he said in a weird voice. He was definitely having
trouble talking while being jerked off by my foot.

"Yeah? How'd you guys match up?"

"Owen is really good actually. Very good footwork." He squeezed my foot as
he said the last part.

Haha. Clever kid. I was so turned on. I wanted to grab him, throw him on
the table, and pound his sweet ass right then and there.

The conversation moved on to something else, and Mark's hand ordered my
foot to pick up the pace again. I could feel precum going through the
fabric of his underwear.

This was so hot. I was giving a footjob to an 8th grader under the table in
the middle of a crowded restaurant, and no one had any idea.

Mark mouthed to me, "I'm gonna cum."

20 seconds later I noticed his whole body tense up, his eyes rolled back,
and he let out a groan that he masked as a sign of approval for his
food. He was breathing fast, and he took another gulp of wine from my
glass. Mark must have reached his hand inside his underwear, because the
next thing I knew, he was wiping a glob of cum onto my foot. I brought my
foot back towards myself, resting that leg on my other leg, and I reached
under the table to gather the cummy present he had just given me. I brought
my hand up to my face and nonchalantly licked the cum off my finger while
no one was looking. We grinned at each other.

After dessert, we all left the restaurant together. There was live music
playing outside. While the kids ran around on the sand nearby, the adults
had another drink while enjoying the music, warm air, and heavenly
atmosphere.

Eventually we all parted ways. I sent Mark a Snap that said "10:30. My
room."

"Roger that," he wrote back along with a selfie of him with his tongue
sticking out.

*****

At 10:30 on the dot, Mark arrived at my door, and I ushered him right
in. He was in a T-shirt and athletic shorts and as usual looked sexy as
hell. As we kissed passionately, I removed his shirt. I stuck my face in
one of his armpits, breathing in deeply and then licking him. Every inch of
this boy turned me on.

Mark was practically a rag doll in my arms, as I continued to pleasure
various parts of his body with my tongue. I slid down his shorts only to
discover that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Hot. His teen cock was
pointing at the ceiling. I gave it a quick lick, and then I took his hand
to lead him onto the balcony. Did I mention my balcony had a jacuzzi on it?
So awesome. Well, I had been filling it with hot water, and it looked to be
ready.

I started to strip off my clothes, but Mark stopped me. "Allow me," he
said.

"Go for it, dude."

As Mark removed each piece of my clothing, he was kissing my body all over
just as I had done to him.

Before stepping into the hot water, I sent a Snap to Sammy. It said,
"11:30, my room, bring strawberries, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream."

We both entered the jacuzzi. There was just enough room for us to lie down
next to each other, which we did. Mark's leg was draped over mine. I turned
on the jets to a medium setting. It felt amazing. We lay back, resting our
heads on some towels, and I had prepared a couple of rum and cokes for us
again.

It was very relaxing, lying there, fondling each other. Eventually we must
have dozed off.

*****

The knock at the door woke us up.

"That must be Sammy," I said. I got out of the jacuzzi and put a towel
around my waist before walking to the door.

When I opened the door, Sammy looked surprised to see my state of
undress. "I'm so sorry, sir." He was dressed the same as the night before,
but there were one or two additional buttons left unbuttoned on his shirt
tonight. He was one sexy-looking boy.

"Call me Owen. I was just enjoying the jacuzzi. Come on in."

Sammy stepped into the room and put down the tray he was carrying, which
included all three requests I had made.

"Here are the items you requested. Is there anything else I can do for
you?"

"Well, my friend Mark and I were about to play a game, and we could use a
third person. I grabbed myself through the towel briefly. Could you stay
for a while?"

"Um, yes, sure thing, sir. I mean, Owen," he said nervously.

Just then Mark walked in, also with a towel wrapped around his waist. I
introduced the boys to each other.

As Mark stuck out his hand to shake Sammy's, his towel fell to
ground. "Oops!" he said. I was pretty sure it was not accidental. He turned
his back to Sammy as he reached down to pick up the towel, exposing his
smooth ass and a perfect view between his cheeks of his hairless hole.

I saw Sammy swallow and adjust himself. "I'll let you guys change back into
your clothes," he said breathlessly.

"No need," I said. "As long as it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable."

"Um...it's your room."

"Mark and I were just about to play Truth or Dare." I winked at Mark. "Do
you know how to play, Sammy?"

"Never heard of it."

"Come into the other room and please bring the tray." I walked into the
bedroom area and sat on the bed. Mark and Sammy followed. Mark hopped onto
the bed excitedly. Sammy nervously sat on the edge of the bed.

I explained the rules and said that Mark would go first as I asked him,
"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."


*End of Chapter 7*

Thanks for reading the latest chapter of Mark and Owen's adventures! Hope
you enjoyed it. Don't worry, more to come soon...

Owen
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