Date: Wed, 12 Aug 1998 12:44:18 PDT
From: bob regent <bob301@hotmail.com>
Subject: Italian Holiday

This is my third story.  It does contain descriptions of various sexual 
acts between boys and between men and boys. I assure any reader that 
this story is entirely fantasy. If such things offend you, it would be 
best for everyone if you went elsewhere; otherwise I invite you to enjoy 
my story.

			      Italian Holiday

Dave comes and sits on the settee beside you. He is 12 going on 13 years 
old and quite small for his age, clearly still pre-pubic.  His dark 
brown hair frames an attractive boyish face. He is a keen athlete and as 
a result you have seen his body develop from the softness of childhood 
into the sharpness of pre-adolescence. You sense rather than see the 
well-defined muscle structure shifting under his cotton tee shirt and 
shorts. His long clean legs have a slight suntan making them incredibly 
attractive.

You have been good friends with Dave since he was eight years old and 
have shared a few adventures with him. He has always talked openly with 
you and recently has asked you for advice about growing up and sex and 
all that. Your relationship is built on absolute trust.

You smell his fresh boy smell as he begins to speak. "We have been 
friends for a long time now and I have always felt that I could talk to 
you about anything. You don't even mind when I talk dirty to you. 

I'd like to tell you about the school trip I just got back from. Some of 
it is a bit personal and I want you to promise you won't tell anyone 
else what I tell you, it's just between you and me. OK?"

You nod, "OK no one else" 

David continues his story "You know that I went on the school summer 
trip this year to Italy with my best friend James. By tradition our 
school has a boys holiday separate from the girls.

I am not sure you have met James so I'll describe him. James and I have 
known each other since we were seven. He is a few months older than I am 
and he is nearly thirteen now. We have always been great friends and 
have done everything together. He has black hair and olive coloured 
skin; he always looks as though he has a tan. We have seen each other 
naked often enough, getting changed for swimming lessons, or in the 
showers at our new school. Over the last year or so he has grown taller 
and slimmer, he has the longest and cleanest legs I have ever seen.

As you know I have always enjoyed seeing other boys naked. Up until 
recently both James and I enjoyed the circle game in the changing room. 
This is where a few boys stand naked in a circle (usually when we are 
getting dried after our shower) and take a good long look at each other. 
Usually there is a lot of laughing and joking, as we stand with our legs 
wide apart so everyone can get a good look. 

During the last couple of months James has been getting shy and has 
avoided letting me see him naked, or keeping his back to me when he was 
nude. I was getting worried that he had started to dislike me, and that 
soon we would not be friends anymore. 

I had been looking forward to the school trip because it would give 
James and I some time together. Maybe I could find out what was wrong. 

The trip started outside our school with a coach journey to the airport. 
There were 20 boys and three male teachers on the trip. We were all 
pretty excited about the whole thing. A lot of the kids had never been 
on a plane before. The teachers along with us had their hands full. 
Before long the stale routine of waiting, queuing, boarding, sitting, 
and getting off coaches and aeroplanes got boring, to most of us anyway.

By the time we got to our lakeside hotel late in the afternoon we were 
all a bit tired. 

The "hotel" turned out to be more like a youth hostel with some big 
dormitory rooms and a few small ones. We had one wing of the hotel to 
ourselves. Most of the boys wanted to stay in the big rooms. The teacher 
with us just assumed James and I would want to stay together and offered 
us one on the smaller rooms. The only problem was that there was a third 
bed in the room, who would stay with us? Both James and I were surprised 
when one of the youngest boys in the group asked to share our room. His 
name was William and he was a small blond boy. Neither James nor I knew 
William as he was a year younger than we were and in a different class 
at school. I hadn't really noticed William before, but now I realised he 
was a nice looking boy and I was looking forward to seeing more of him.

The teacher left the three of us to sort ourselves out. The room had a 
two-tier bunk bed and another ordinary bed near the window. I always 
loved sleeping in a top bunk so I opted for that. James wanted the 
bottom bunk so William, the smallest boy got the biggest bed near the 
window.

We all got changed out of our travelling clothes into shorts and tee 
shirts more suited to the hot Italian summer. It was time to explore. We 
went down to the lakeshore near the hotel and found that there were 
plenty of things to do. There were sailboats, canoes and bikes for us to 
use. Climbing and absieling in the nearby hills as well as swimming and 
sunbathing were all on our agenda. It was going to be a great holiday. 
The hotel seemed to be in a pretty isolated spot with no other buildings 
we could see, there didn't seem to be anyone else around either.

It was soon time for dinner and after that the teachers suggested we go 
to our rooms to get an early night ready for a busy day tomorrow. 

It was pretty hot and the three of us decided that we would just wear 
our underpants to sleep in. Although we were tired we soon realised we 
were too excited to sleep. William suggested a game of cards so we all 
ended up sitting cross-legged on Williams's bed, each of us wearing our 
tight white knickers. As we played I admired William's tiny bulge 
nestling between his legs. James's bulge was a little larger and seemed 
to have more shape to it. I could clearly see his dick and balls pushing 
against the thin white cotton. Although both boys looked great I 
couldn't help comparing their near naked bodies. Compared with James's 
lithe olive body, William's creamy skin accentuated his younger less 
developed body. I longed to run my fingers over the smooth warm cotton 
covering their soft boy's parts.

After a couple of games of "knockout whist" I suggested that whoever 
gets knocked out first in the next game had to take his pants off and 
stay naked all night. William agreed enthusiastically to the idea, James 
was reluctant but finally agreed. 

We all played the first round of the next game very carefully and we all 
got through. The same happened with the next two rounds. Things were 
getting tense as we were dealt four cards each, we all knew someone was 
going to loose his pants soon. When I looked at my cards my heart missed 
a beat. I had all low cards; my only chance was to have hearts called as 
trumps. Unfortunately it wasn't my call and diamonds were elected. 
Disaster! The round went quickly and I hadn't won a trick, I had been 
knocked out. 

I tried not to show that I was a bit embarrassed stripping in front of 
the younger boy. I lay back on the bed, raised my bottom and slipped my 
white underpants down past my knees and off my feet. I returned to my 
cross-legged position knowing that the two other boys could see 
everything. We continued with our game but I could feel the eyes of the 
other two boys on me. My dick felt funny as though I was going to get a 
hard on but I managed to stop it

Soon that game was over and we started another. This time William was 
knocked out first and he said it was only fair he stripped as well. He 
stood up on the bed posing in his underpants for a second before 
slipping them down to his ankles and off onto the floor. He stood with 
his legs apart and I noticed that his dick was just beginning to get 
hard and stuck gently out from his body. He continued posing, arms 
behind his head for minute more before sitting down again. 

I was a bit surprised by William's dick and balls. They were much 
smaller and whiter than mine were. I knew I was getting near puberty but 
I hadn't noticed any changes in my body, perhaps there had been some 
changes after all.

As William sat cross-legged opposite me I was able to get a long look at 
his young boy sex organ. His dick lay upward across his tummy; his small 
white balls nestled in the soft skin of his thighs. We played a few more 
rounds until James lost. We insisted he took his pants off but he argued 
that we had only agreed stripping for the first game.

William and I dived across the bed after wrestling few a few minutes, 
had James pinned down. I sat astride James's knees while William sat 
behind him holding his hands above his head. I reached forward and 
slipped my fingers inside the elastic waist of James's underpants. As I 
pulled at the pants I realised they were stuck between James's bum and 
the bed. I reached round to the back of his underpants and gave a sharp 
tug. Now his pants only just covered his sex and a gentle pull brought 
them down to the boy's knees. 

I was surprised to see that James had started to grow pubic hair! There 
was a little patch just above his dick no more than an inch across and 
half and inch high. The hair was black and shiny. As I moved aside to 
slip James's pants right off William came and sat beside me and we both 
pulled James's knees apart to get a better look. Although James squirmed 
about he seemed resigned to his exposure. We both gazed at James's 
emerging manhood, his dick was going hard before out eyes and as he 
struggles (weakly) it swung from side to side. His balls were much 
darker than I expected and I could clearly see all his tubes and things. 
As we watched his hard on develop both William and I developed 
sympathetic erections and soon three dicks stood at attention under out 
wandering gaze.

 We played a few more games of whist as the cool night air, which blew 
in through the window, played across our bodies. I guess James had been 
hiding his body from me because he was shy about his pubic hair. As we 
played he seemed to loose his shyness. Once or twice he touched his 
balls lifting them and moving them about so we could see every inch of 
them. Although our hard ons faded they never completely left us as we 
concentrated on the game.

We were getting tired and decided it was time for bed. I climbed up onto 
my top bunk. Aware as I moved my leg to get onto the bed that I was 
giving everyone a grandstand view of everything I had. I climbed under 
the single cotton sheet and quickly fell asleep.

I was woken up by the bright sunlight bursting through the window. I 
looked down onto William's bed and saw that he was on top of the cotton 
sheet. He was lying on his back with his clenched fists next to his 
head, legs apart, his dick lying back across his tummy. I had never 
given much thought to younger boys, but I now realised how beautiful 
William looked as he slept. As the bright light fell on him, warming his 
bare skin, he slowly began to stir as his body awoke. Suddenly I was 
aware that he was returning my stare through slitted eyes, he seemed to 
enjoy being looked at. His dick began to grow as his got his morning 
"hard on" but he didn't seem to mind letting me see this most intimate 
reaction. He moved his hips gently from side to side so his dick and 
balls rolled about.

I had a hard on too, and I felt that William deserved to see it. I 
quietly climbed off the bunk and sat at the bottom of William's bed, 
leaning back against the wall wide-legged enjoying the feel of the sun 
on my body and my hard on. We sat like that for a while until we both 
began to doze in the warmth. James continued to sleep.

Suddenly we were aware of activity around us. Wide awake now, we pulled 
on our shorts and went to get washed and generally ready for the day. 
Our part of the hotel was busy as boys in various states of dress got 
through the first few minutes of the day. Most were like us in shorts 
but no shirt or shoes. Some just in undies, there were even two boys 
wandering to the showers completely naked. After all there were only 
boys and male teachers in our part of the hotel so there's no need to 
hide.

After breakfast we were organised for the day. The mornings were to be 
taken up with organised activities the afternoons were free time. This 
morning we were assigned to canoeing and we spend a happy two or three 
hours splashing about on the lake. We arrived back at the hotel in time 
for lunch and the start of our free time.

After lunch the three of us, with just about everyone in our party, 
headed down to the lakeside to swim and sunbathe. The lakeside had lots 
of little sandy bays and tree cover. We found a quite spot for 
ourselves. Although most of us had swimming trunks I was very surprised 
when some boys stripped and swam naked. Later I saw the same boys 
stretched out on their towels completely bare and not a care in the 
world.

One of the teachers saw my puzzled expression and explained that 
Italians did not mind nudity as long as we did not parade about and that 
after all there were only boys and a few men around. 

I had never been naked out doors but the idea was very attractive. I 
took my shorts off and headed for the water. Soon James and William and 
a few other boys, also naked, joined me. It was great fun swimming and 
splashing each other. A few times during our play I thought I felt a 
gentle touch between my legs but never really saw who had done it.

It was soon time to lie in the sun and catch a few more rays. We went 
back to our spot and arranged ourselves on our towels. It took a few 
minutes for it to occur to me that we were all still naked. After a 
while an older boy, Mike (about 15), came to speak to us and we decided 
to play cards again. There we sat; naked and uncaring in the warm sun 
beside shimmering Italian Lake completely absorbed in our game.

Soon it was time for dinner and we headed back to get changed. We put on 
shorts and tee shirts and headed down to eat. William had got a large 
tee shirt from somewhere that nearly came down to his knees and we all 
thought it was very funny. He decided to wear it for the evening.

After dinner there was table tennis, pool and whatever games we could 
make up. William was playing table tennis. As he bobbed about I suddenly 
realised that he wasn't wearing anything under his tee shirt. No one 
seemed to mind was we got occasional glimpses of his bare bum. Later 
when we were sitting talking I distinctly saw his balls drooping into 
view.

As bedtime approached Mike came and asked if he could come to our room 
to play cards for a while. Of course we agreed. 

When we went to our room we got ready for bed. It seemed natural to 
sleep naked now in the hot weather, so we just stripped off. It was 
quick for William to do this since, other than his shoes; he only had 
one article of clothing on - his long tee shirt.

Mike came into our room wearing football shorts but took them off when 
he saw we were naked. We played cards for a while. Through the corner of 
my eye I saw that Mike had grown a large hard on. He touched it with his 
hand and I felt familiar warmth in my groin. Looking down I saw I had a 
hard on of my own. I was not alone; everyone else in the room was in the 
same state. 

We asked Mike if we could take a good look at him and he obligingly 
spread himself out on the bed to we could see everything. His dark pubic 
hair contrasted with the white skin of his body. His dick was huge and 
very dark. His balls, which were much bigger and darker than I expected, 
the skin of his ball sack squirming and twitching as we watched.

Mike told us about wanking and cumming and all that. Of course I was too 
young to have cum properly but I had enjoyed touching and rubbing my 
dick. Mike began to give us a demonstration of wanking. He lay back on 
the bed -- his sex organ the centre of attention for the three boys 
surrounding him. First he gently rubbed his dick with his fingers until 
it was stiff and upright. Then he gripped the base of his dick in one 
hand and moved his other fist up and down the length of his dick. The 
skin of his bobby's helmet so tight it was shiny.

After a few minutes he began to groan and squirm and we knew he was 
going to cum. With a final jerk he began squirting his juice into the 
air so that it landed on his chest and tummy. Some of the stuff even 
landed on his chin. After getting his breath back said he was going to 
go and take a shower to get cleaned up and that he would see us 
tomorrow.

We three were all in need of a little privacy to experiment with our 
parts. We agreed to put the lights out and all got into bed. I played 
with my sex for a long time before going to sleep. I enjoyed the feeling 
it gave me. 

I looked down on William in the dim light, he was lying on top of his 
sheets and I could see him gently moving his hand over his small 
boyhood. I enjoyed the sight as I drifted off to sleep.


Italian Holiday.  Part 2

The following morning was sailing and afterwards we arrived at the hotel 
in good time for lunch. After lunch, not really tired out by the 
morning's work William, James, and I borrowed bikes and headed into the 
nearby town. It was about a 15-minute ride. 

William was wearing his long tee shirt again but this time I was glad to 
see he was wearing football shorts underneath. It wasn't to last as soon 
as we got to town he complained he was too hot, found a quite spot and 
slipped his shorts off. So he wandered around town in nothing but a pair 
of sandals and a tee shirt. 

We explored the shops in the town looking for sweets and thinking about 
presents to take home to our parents. We stopped for a coke in the Town 
Square and while we were drinking a local boy came over to speak to us. 
He spoke great English and he asked if he could practice his language 
skills with us.

He was a couple of years older than we were, but about the same height. 
His skin was very dark; he was clearly used to being outside in the hot 
sun.  His name was Marcus. He had a slim and wiry body, which I thought 
was very attractive. Marcus asked us were we came from and were we were 
staying. We told him we were on holiday from England and were staying at 
a hotel near the lake. Marcus knew that area well and said that there 
were some great swimming and sunbathing spots. He offered to ride back 
with us and show us the best spot.

We had seen most of what the small town had to offer so we rode back to 
our hotel escorted by Marcus. Soon we had the bikes back and were 
heading to the lakeside again. Marcus led us to a bathing spot 
surrounded by bushes, we would never had found it ourselves. Since we 
were there we might as well go swimming, we thought. We were a bit shy 
about stripping in front of Marcus, a complete stranger, but he just 
pulled his shirt and pants off and headed, naked, for the water. We 
quickly followed suit.

While we were splashing about I got my first good look at Marcus. Each 
muscle stood out, making his body seem to ripple with wiry strength. His 
pubic hair was so black it almost seemed dark blue, contrasting even 
against his dark skin. As he played his long dick and large balls swung 
around, sometimes slapping against his body. It was an amazing sight and 
soon I began to feel a familiar warmth between my legs. I headed back to 
my towel to hide my embarrassment as my dick rose to the occasion.

Unfortunately everyone else had the same idea so I flopped face down on 
my towel to hide the evidence. Just as I thought I was safe I felt firm 
hands on my arm and leg which turned me over onto my back. As I lay with 
my hard on in full view I realised that everyone there owned an erection 
of their own. There was a lot of laughing and joking as we paired off.

Marcus rubbed his hands up and down my body. I loved the feeling of his 
hands rubbing against my legs and thighs, then up my tummy to my chest 
and then my neck. His hands started back down my body again, over my 
nipples and onto my tummy and to my still hairless sex. His hand went 
between my legs, gently cupping my sex in his palm and fingers. Slowly 
he began to rub me. That familiar tingling feeling started in my tummy 
as my dick grew helplessly to its full size.

I asked Marcus if I could touch him and he willingly rolled onto his 
back. As I touched him I compared his body with mine. His muscles felt 
like iron against my soft boy's hands. His black wiry pubic hair lay in 
a neat patch above his sex. His dick, long and hard, lay at attention 
pointing up his body seeming almost to reach his belly button. I rubbed 
my fingers into his balls squeezing them and moving them around, to 
Marcus's obvious pleasure. I was surprised to find that Marcus's balls 
were covered by a light down of hair. His dick however was a smooth as 
silk and I enjoyed its feel as I gently rubbed it with my fingers.

As I made my exploration of Marcus I was aware that James and William 
were playing the same game nearby. After a few minutes I mentioned to 
Marcus that I had seen another boy wank off. Marcus asked me if I could 
wank him off! I put my hands on his dick gripping the root hard with one 
hand, the other hand gripping his dick further up and rubbing up and 
down. I got between his legs to get a better view as well as a better 
grip. As Marcus got more excited he began to grind his hips and then 
pump his hips off the ground. His hands splayed wide next to his body as 
he took one final thrust and began to pump his spunk into the air.

This was the second time I have seen spunk being squirted. This time was 
it was different.  The boy juice was squirted high into the air covering 
Marcus's tummy and chest. It even hit me in the face. It was squirted 
under such pressure I could hear it pulsing as it came out of his dick.  
Slowly the squirting stopped and Marcus lay still. He reached out his 
hand and wiped some spunk from my face, he put his fingers to his lips 
and tasted his spunk. "Mmmm salty" he said, "why don't you try it".

I touched a pool of spunk on Marcus with my fingers and smelt my hand. 
"Funny smell" I said. Slowly I put my fingers to my lips and tasted the 
strange juice. It was indeed a bit salty but otherwise not bad! Marcus 
grabbed me and pushed me face down over his legs. He playfully (and 
lightly) slapped my bare bottom a few times before rolling me away.

It seemed a good time to get cleaned up so we all ran down to the water 
again. After a swim and a rest it was getting close to dinnertime. As we 
prepared to head back Marcus asked if we would like to come to town 
tomorrow to meet a special friend of his. He went on to explain that his 
friend, Mario, liked young boys to come around and often gave his 
youthful visitors a special treat. We didn't have anything planned so we 
agreed we were all fascinated by the "special treat".

A disco followed dinner. It wasn't much fun so James and I headed up to 
our bedroom; we had some comics to read. Since it was hot we just 
stripped off and got onto our bunks. After a few minutes reading I 
realised I had a perfect opportunity to talk to James about his shyness.

Stepping down from my bunk I sat beside James. He was lying on his back 
and he put down his magazine. I asked him if he was ashamed of his new 
pubic hair. He looked a bit sheepish so I put my hand on his tummy and 
moved it down to touch the tiny patch of hair. In contrast with Marcus's 
hair it was a neat rectangle, almost as though it had been cut. I rubbed 
my fingers through it slowly. I pulled James's legs apart and snuggled 
my hand between his thighs until I cupped his boyhood in my palm. Slowly 
James's dick became erect and stood pointing toward his belly button.

I asked James if he had ever cum like the bigger boys. James told me he 
had tried but not yet succeeded. I thought I would give it a try. 

Just as I had with Marcus I got between James's legs and slowly rubbed 
his dick up and down. I took a good look at my friend's sex equipment. 
His dick and balls seemed much neater and smaller that Marcus's. He 
didn't have any hair on his balls. It was a lovely sight as he 
approached his orgasm. There was sheen of sweat on his squirming body, 
as his hands clutched helplessly at his sides. His hips began thrusting 
rhythmically making bigger thrusts as he got more excited. He gave a cry 
of pleasure and began squirting his first boy juice. It seemed to go on 
forever, covering both of us. As he subsided I lay forward across his 
body and stuck my tongue out to lick his spunk covered skin.

As we were resting William came into the room, as he walked in he pulled 
his long tee shirt over his head and was instantly naked. He walked to 
his bed and fell onto it.

James and I just had to get cleaned up. We got up and collected our 
washing kit and headed for the showers. William suddenly active again 
grabbed his kit too and followed us. When we got to the showers we had a 
pleasant ten minutes soaping each other all over then getting rinsed 
off.

When we got back to the room William asked me if I would sleep with him 
in his "big bed". It seemed like a good idea to me!

The night was a bit cooler so William and I snuggled together under the 
one sheet. It was nice feeling the young boy's body next to mine. I had 
my hands around his and could feel his gentle breathing as he drifted 
off to sleep. Soon I drifted off too and the next thing I knew I was 
being awakened William stirring in the hot morning sun.

The mornings washing routine was the same as yesterday except most of 
the boys hadn't bothered getting dressed and the was a lot of bare skin 
on display. The teachers were around, but far from minding they seemed 
to be enjoying the sight. 

That morning it was absieling, which means sliding down a cliff with a 
rope. It looks dangerous but if done properly is perfectly safe. We 
managed to persuade William to wear shorts under his tee shirt. It was 
quite good fun and we teased some of the boys who were scared of 
heights. All too soon it was time for lunch and we got our message from 
Marcus to meet him at the Town Square at 1:30 p.m. 

We made it there a few minutes late and Marcus was already there. Marcus 
told us that his friend Mario had a house just outside town and was 
expecting us. The house had a pool and everything and we would have a 
great time. 

After some discussion we agreed to give it a try. We went around to 
Mario's house and were pleasantly surprised by its modern appearance. 
The walls were white and there was a beautiful private garden with a 
swimming pool around the back.

Mario himself was a different matter; he was a huge man well over 6 feet 
tall and broad. His dark skin and big hard hands made him look as though 
he would not be out of place farming the local fields.  His bearded face 
was all smiles and we all felt the warmth of his friendly personality.

The three of us stood in a row facing Mario in the secluded garden, 
Marcus behind us.  He looked at us one a time his gaze passing over us. 
It was soon clear that the big man had little English and Marcus had to 
translate. "It's no problem" Marcus explained "I can translate, it's 
going to be a great afternoon and I will stay around to see the fun". 
Despite his friendly smile and Marcus's assurances, Mario was a complete 
stranger and I guess we were a little bit afraid of him still. 

Mario reached out to William and pulled his tee shirt over his head. 
William as usual had no shorts on and was instantly naked in front of 
the big man. He reached out and ran his big dark tanned hands over the 
fair-haired boy. First resting his large hands on his shoulders, running 
them down over his arms and body, then encircling his waist before 
passing down his thighs. We watched as the man's hands went between 
William's legs and pressed gently, palm upwards, cupping his equipment. 
The boy rubbed his sex back and forth across the rough fingers, enjoying 
the touch. When the hand was removed we saw Williams hard dick sticking 
forward and upwards in its excitement. William was breathing heavily, 
clearly excited, and maybe a little scared.

The big man turned to me. My heart began to beat faster as he came near, 
partly in fear and partly in excitement. He lifted the front of my tee 
shirt experimentally, wondering if I had my shorts on (I did). He pulled 
my shirt over my head and pulled my shorts down with steady practised 
movements. I felt his big warm hands on my shoulders; they slid onto my 
arms squeezing my biceps. He slipped his hands under my arms and around 
my chest, squeezing me as his hands progress in slow stages down my 
body. It felt as though I was inside his hands. It was a very safe warm 
feeling knowing I was in the power of this big friendly man.

When his hands reached my hips, he put his hands rights around me and 
investigated my pubic area with his thumbs. He moved his right hand 
between my legs rubbing his hard skin tight into my groin. I loved the 
feel of his callused hands rubbing hard into my softest skin. He took my 
boyhood between finger and thumb squeezing and investigating my soft 
parts. My balls popped from between his fingers as he squeezed them 
softly.  I responded by rocking my hips back and forward enjoying his 
rough touch. My hot erect dick stuck straight out towards him riding up 
and down over his wrist with my movements. His twinkling eyes fixed on 
my sex, enjoying my aroused feelings. After a long pause he finished by 
running his hands down my legs to my knees admiring my boyish muscles 
and skin.

Satisfied, he turned to James. He was stripped with the same careless 
precision and soon the examination of his lithe body was under way. The 
only difference was when the hands got to his sex; his little patch of 
pubic hair was carefully examined. The big hand went between his legs 
and James was forced to stand with legs wide apart while his more mature 
boyhood was carefully examined between finger and thumb. I saw him wince 
a couple of times as the pressure made his balls pop between the big 
fingers. Like us his erection stood out and curved upwards as the 
investigation continued the red tip of his dick showing past his 
foreskin.

When Mario finished his examination of us he stood back and Mario 
suggested we might like to go for a swim in the pool. It was pretty hot 
and as we were already naked it seemed like a great idea. Soon were we 
were in the pool and as we capered like smooth white seals, the cool 
water filming our bodies. It was a great afternoon for swimming and 
sunbathing naked by the pool. Mario had laid on ice cream and drinks and 
we all had a great time. Mario was with us all afternoon, the big 
affable man telling jokes (translated by Marcus) and laughing joyfully.  
As we got to know Mario we began to understand how much he enjoyed 
having us there and we were completely relaxed in his company. Now and 
again one of us would sit on Mario's knee and enjoy the safe feeling of 
having the big man close by. At these times Mario's big hands would 
carelessly caress out bodies, we enjoyed feeling his strength. Part way 
through the afternoon Marcus went to the big man and whispered to him. 
Mario look up as us, his eyes twinkling in his beaming face. 

"Now it's time for your special treat", explained Marcus. "I have to 
take you for a shower and then Mario will give you your massage. Its 
very relaxing you'll love it!" None of us really knew what a massage was 
but now we knew Mario better we had no hesitation in taking up the 
offer.

Looking around at our expectant faces Marcus pointed at me "You come 
first". 

Marcus took me by the hand and led me into the house, signalling my two 
roommates to stay at the poolside. After being out in the hot sun I 
enjoyed the cool shade of the house as we headed to a large bathroom 
with a huge shower. Marcus and I got into the shower and enjoyed the 
feeling of the tepid water flowing over our bodies. Marcus carefully 
soaped me all over before rinsing me off. I was very conscious of my 
erect dick, which curved upward as Marcus washed every inch of it. 
Marcus made sure I was completely dried off using soft fluffy towels. 
Mario came into the bathroom beaming and looking approvingly at us. 
Mario lead me by the hand to another big sunlit room while Marcus headed 
into the garden again. It may seem a strange thing to do for a small boy 
to go with this huge man, but he made me feel so safe I was perfectly 
happy.

The room had a big table with a black plastic surface and as we neared 
it Mario made it clear that he wanted me to get up onto it. 

He reached down and picked me up by lifting under my armpits and sat me 
on the table, as easily as if I was a baby.  He signalled me to lie down 
flat and picked up a bottle. He held up a bottle to let me see. It was 
baby oil. I wasn't sure what was going to happen but I trusted the man 
as he began to work on me.

He squirted the warm oil onto my chest and began to spread it out and 
rub it in. He moved his big rough hands in great circles over my body 
steadily progressing downwards. He didn't miss an inch of me and I 
sighed with pleasure when he reached my groin. He moved my dick and 
balls about with one hand while the fingers of the other rubbed the 
clear liquid into my soft parts. I quickly got hard again and was 
rewarded as my dick disappeared into the huge fist as he worked the oil 
into me. His fingers pressed hard into my groin as he ensured no part of 
me escaped him. I was very conscious of my hot and hard dick lying back 
across my tummy. Finally satisfied he progressed down my legs to my 
feet. 

Signalling me to roll over onto my front he began to oil my back. This 
time he moved quickly down my body to my ankles. I looked to my right 
and discovered a mirror in which I had a good view of Mario as he worked 
down my young skin. Now my dick was being squashed between the table and 
my tummy and I enjoyed the feeling of it poking into me hard.

He lifted my hips by slipping a large hand under me and then by pushing 
a pillow into the gap. I was lying now with my face and knees on the 
plastic surface of the table and my bottom sticking up. I felt very 
exposed, especially when my legs were spread apart by his gentle hands.

I saw the big man squirt some more oil onto his hand. He reached down 
and spread the cheeks of my bum apart with one hand and with the other 
massaged the oil deep into my crack and down between me legs to my 
balls. 

Still with my bum held wide apart his fingers slid back up again. This 
time I felt a strange pressure. I let out a squeak of surprise as I felt 
his oily finger push through the lips of my bum hole. He stopped for a 
second to let me settle down and began exploring me again. I looked into 
the mirror and saw the look of careful concentration as he carefully 
examined my bum hole with his smallest finger. I realised that he only 
had it in me to the first joint, slowly he worked it nearly half way in.

I felt a little disappointed as he withdrew his finger until I saw he 
was preparing to enter me with his huge forefinger. I was scared for a 
second but the gentle pressure as he slid the large digit into me was 
reassuring. I watched in the mirror as his finger entered me deeper than 
ever. The lips of my bum seemed to be at full stretch but it didn't 
hurt. Finally I felt his knuckles pressing hard between my legs and a 
glance at the mirror confirmed his finger was in me as far as it would 
go. Slowly he began to move his finger around inside me, curling it this 
way and that. At one point he curled his finger downward and I knew from 
our human biology lessons at school he was touching my undeveloped 
prostate. I squirmed and groaned with pleasure until he finished his 
examination.

He slid his finger out and went over to wash his hands. As I recovered 
from my ecstasy and looked over to him and he motioned be to get up and 
sit at the end of the table. 

Mario left the room for a moment, and then came back leading William by 
the hand. William was freshly showered and looked so well scrubbed he 
practically glowed. As the small boy walked into the room he looked a 
little nervous. Mario lifted the boy onto the table with an easy 
movement. William looked to me for reassurance and I smiled knowingly at 
him. I must have looked a strange sight, sitting at the end of the 
table, with oiled shiny skin and the biggest hard on I had ever head 
sticking up in full view. 

He must have had some idea what was going to happen, as there was a 
perfect imprint of my body, in baby oil, on the table's dark surface. As 
the boy sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the table Mario 
pulled William's knees apart and stood between them. William was pinned 
in position; his legs spread wide as the man's thighs pressed against 
the table. The man pushed William's shoulders back and the boy put his 
hands behind him on the table for support.  Both Mario and I enjoyed the 
view of William spread out helplessly on the table, his now erect dick 
pointing upward accusingly, his small boy's balls squirming with 
pleasure.

Standing back to release the boy, Mario still holding William's 
shoulders rotated and pushed the boy so he was lying down on the table 
feet toward me. The massage with the baby oil started again as it was 
systematically rubbed into every inch of the boy's creamy soft skin. 
William's legs were spread apart and the large hand began to rub his 
delicate boy's parts. The large fingers rubbing first one side of his 
balls, then the other and then rubbing the oil into the balls themselves 
fascinated me. Like me, William's hard on was rewarded by the huge fist 
closing over it as oil was rubbed into to it. I saw William's eyes close 
as his face took on an expression of extreme pleasure. William was 
turned over and oil applied to his back and legs. With that same gentle 
movement used on me the boy's hips were raised and a pillow slid under 
him. The boy's legs we spread wide, so wide his feet were off the table. 

Extra oil was applied to the large hands and he began to rub down into 
William's crack. William seemed to enjoy this as he moved his sweet 
white bum in appreciation. As the cheeks of his bum were held wide I 
could plainly see William's rose pink bum hole waiting for its invasion. 
I watched fascinated as Mario's smallest finger was inserted into 
Williams bum hole. William gave a yelp of surprise and pleasure. The 
finger slid in easily. Now it seemed that Mario seemed to be trying to 
gauge the size of his bum hole by moving the tip of his finger in a 
circle.

Obviously this was a success because then the biggest finger was 
inserted. With a slow and steady movement it was buried to it's hilt in 
the youngster's bum.  William was clearly enjoying this squirming and 
squealing with pleasure. I saw the finger thrust in and out of the young 
bum, which the boy clearly loved. Finally Mario began his investigation 
moving his finger around and deep inside the boy, eventually massaging 
the boy's prostate as he squirmed and called out in ecstasy.

When the investigation was complete the man went to the sink to wash his 
hands signalling us to sit together. We did so but he was not satisfied 
with the result. He came over to me and slid me toward the wall until my 
back rested on it. Then he pushed my legs wide apart and pushed William 
into the gap until his back rested against my chest. . I was conscious 
of my dick being crushed by the boy's back as I put my hands around him 
for support. My hands slid down the oily skin of his tummy until they 
rested on his hot dick. I took his dick in my hand and enjoyed rubbing 
the smooth oily hardness of it. 

James was led in looking at us huddled together at the end of the table. 
He his lean olive coloured body now freshly washed looked great, as he 
came towards us, his dick already erect in anticipation. He was lifted 
onto the table, laid out with his feet towards us with his legs spread 
apart. 

William and I watched in fascination as the slightly maturer boy 
received the same treatment as us. His dick harder than ever, pointed 
towards his belly button, and seemed to quiver with every touch of the 
man's hard hands. He was turned over and his back oiled. His hips were 
lifted onto the cushion and he squirmed and shrieked his pleasure as 
Mario's fingers invaded his bum hole. I saw the man's hand turn to 
massage James's prostate. It was too much for the excited boy and he 
raised himself into a kneeling position, knees wide apart, to make 
himself more open to the probing fingers. I pulled William hard against 
me to enjoy the feel of the young boy's skin in close contact with mine.

The man withdrew his finger and turned James onto his back and pushed up 
his knees until they rested on the boy's oily chest. We had a grandstand 
view as the large finger was reinserted, splitting his bum hole wide, 
and the other hand closed over the boy's very hard dick. The rubbing 
went on, inside and out, until crying out with pleasure, young spunk 
squirted out over the big brown hands and the boy's olive skin. As I saw 
the white juice squirting onto James's skin I thought it was the most 
beautiful sight I had ever seen.

For a while we sat on the table taking turns to touch each other, 
rubbing our hands and bodies against each other. Marcus joined in as 
Mario watched. At one point I was lying on my back with William kneeling 
astride my body rubbing his smooth white sex from my groin to my neck. 
We were both enjoying the touch of oiled smooth skin on oiled smooth 
skin. Now and again his bum would catch on my hard dick and I wondered 
if it go inside him. A few times William's hard dick touched my nose and 
lips. Nearby Mario was laughing, enjoying our boyish pleasures.

The last treat was the shower to get the oil off. This time we had 
individual attention from Mario as he soaped and rinsed us making sure 
that the oil was cleaned off every inch of us. Marcus asked if he could 
have a shower too and we enjoyed watching as Mario's large hands made 
white soapsuds which down Marcus's dusky body. Afterward we went outside 
again to swim, but all to soon it was time to return to our hotel for 
our evening meal.

Shortly afterwards, we were dried off and dressed we were heading back 
to the hotel. Marcos suggested we meet up next day at our secret spot 
later after lunch to continue our education. It was the first time we 
realised we were being introduced to a new part of our lives and we all 
quivered in anticipation.

That night was a games night and we played all sorts of rough games like 
British bulldog, dodge ball, football, crab football to name a few. It 
was pretty hot and we all just wore shorts and tee shirts (no undies) 
except for William who just wore his long tee shirt. All of these games 
were played in the full contact version and there was a lot of rolling 
around and wrestling. I suspect any spectator will have seen more of us 
that he or she expected of any of us. William, especially, had his tee 
shirt up round his waist quite often as he played. No one seemed to 
mind, even though a number of adults watched our games from beginning to 
end.

 Exhausted we went to bed at about 11 o'clock. We all felt a little bit 
scared by what had happened that day and worried about tomorrow. After 
we got undressed we climbed into William's large bed and fell asleep 
cuddled together for warmth and companionship.


Italian Holiday Part 3

When I woke up early next morning we were still lying almost on top of 
one another. I enjoyed the feeling of the other boy's skin pressed 
against mine. My hand wandered over the smooth skin and eventually I 
found myself cradling William's soft warm boyhood in my hand. As I 
caressed and explored him, I realised that his smooth dick was swelling 
in my hand. I looked up and saw him smiling gently at me. I knew I had 
permission to continue so my hand stayed in this most private boy's 
place probing and exploring. After a while I felt a hand creep between 
my legs and I saw in was James who was exploring me. It felt great 
having my friend's hand gently probing my soft boy's balls and hard 
dick.

Soon it was time to get up and we went naked to the showers and washing 
area. No one minded, even the teachers who were supervising our washing 
smiled at us happily.

The morning's activity was a strenuous canoeing session and we were 
ready for our lunch a restful afternoon at our secret lakeside spot. It 
was not to be. When we got there Marcos met us with two friends, boys 
the same age as him and remarkably similar builds their names were Paolo 
and Franco. Paolo was a fine-featured boy and I took a shine to him 
right away, his eyes locked with mine and I knew we would be friends. 
Marco just asked us to go along with them and they would continue our 
"education". 

The first stage was to strip and go down to the water, the three boys 
washed us all over. I was especially surprised when Paolo bent me over 
his knee and washed my bum hole, he even inserted a soapy finger up me 
and carefully cleaned me out. 

We went back into the trees and the three Italian boys spread towels 
over a large tree trunk that was lying there. James, William and I were 
bent over the cushioned tree trunk, bums uppermost. I was conscious of 
my hard dick being squashed between the tree and my tummy, it was a 
lovely feeling and I ground my hips into the tree.

Three pairs of dusky hands grasped bum cheeks and three pairs if thumbs 
slipped in cracks and split three bums apart.

Three rose red bum holes were exposed to admiring eyes, and felt the 
warm breath as faces neared them.

Three bum holes felt lips touch them, and tongues gently but firmly 
inserted.

Three boys groaned in ecstasy as tongues slipped quickly in and out 
their bum holes.

I felt the tongue and lips withdraw from my now quivering bum hole, and 
looking round I saw Paolo insert a tube of something into me. It felt 
very odd as the contents were squirted inside me. Then Paolo rubbed some 
of the tube's contents around my bum hole and onto his dick. Looking 
around I realised my roommates were getting the same treatment.

I felt my bum hole being invaded again but this time by the boy's hard 
erection. I knew the boy's hard dick was much bigger than Mario's 
finger, so I tried to relax and let the inevitable happen. Soon the dick 
was sliding into me widening my bum hole to full stretch. Eventually I 
felt my bum hole stretch to it's maximum and the buy's pubic hair 
pressing against my bum. After resting for a minute he began to 
rhythmically stroke his dick in and out my bum. This went on for a few 
minutes and I felt his breath on my back become more laboured as he 
neared his climax. With a cry he jammed his hard rod into me to its 
root, pressing his pubic hair hard against the lips of my bum. For the 
first time in my life I felt a boy cuming inside me, throbbing and 
pumping.

The dick was withdrawn and I realised the three of us had been invaded 
in the same way. The Italian boys, signalling us to stay, went down to 
the water to clean up. The three of us sat on the towels, still 
breathing heavily from the exertion and the excitement. Our boy's dicks 
hot and erect and being gently fanned by the cool afternoon air.

After a few minutes they were back, Carlos spoke "now it's your turn.

The towels were laid out on the ground and the three roommates urged 
onto them. I was pushed down onto my back. Paolo firmly pulled my knees 
apart and kneeled between them. He bent his head forward towards me and 
enveloped my dick and balls with his mouth. My dick was very hard but he 
still managed to get most of it in. His hot mouth rubbed the length of 
my dick, his tongue pressing hard. 

I started to squirm and cry out in my excitement and Paolo had to grasp 
my hips to stay in contact with me. I felt him slip his finger inside my 
still greased bum hole. It felt small after his earlier invasion, but I 
was not ready for what happened next. His finger turned upward and 
started to rub my prostate in time with his mouth. Soon a strange and 
exciting feeling overcame me and I knew I was getting near an orgasm. My 
balls jammed against my body as my prostate tried to suck up spunk I 
didn't have. I spread my legs as wide as humanly possible to make myself 
open to the probing mouth and finger. I nearly went out of my mind as my 
ecstasy peaked and I began to pump into Paolo's hot mouth.

It was a dry cum, but for all that it went on and on. For the first time 
in my life I felt the ecstasy of an orgasm, which was heightened by the 
hot mouth over my dick and hands digging into my bum and hips as I 
squirmed in pleasure. I thought my lungs were going to burst and my 
heart shake itself loose as I abandoned any boyish thoughts of privacy 
and shared myself fully for the first time with another.

As the feelings passed and I became aware of my surroundings again I 
heard James calling out as he pumped his spunk into another boy's mouth. 
William too, was squealing with pleasure as he was given the same 
treatment. A feeling of trust and deep peace came over me and I wanted 
to hug and hold the boy, Paolo, who had brought me to this. He must have 
understood and as he lay beside me, he returned the embrace. My arms 
hugged the slim wiry frame and our sweat mingled as my breathing 
returned to normal. My thought returned to the ecstasy and to the 
openness I had just displayed in front of another human being. I was 
thrilled by my discoveries about my body and myself and knew a new world 
had opened up before me. I am not sure why, but I picked up one of the 
tubes of lubricant the Italian boys had used and slipped it into the 
pocket of my shorts.

The sad news was that this was our last day in Italy and we would be 
going home again tomorrow. We talked away the rest of the afternoon 
exploring our feelings and baring ourselves over and above our nudity. 
We told each other about our feelings and talked about our reactions to 
our sexual adventures. Now and again our emotions would be too much and 
we simply hugged each other in silence.

Soon it was time to return to the hotel for our evening meal and we 
walked back reluctantly, saying our goodbyes to our Italian friends at 
the last turn in the path.

After dinner there was a "last night" party. I soon found my heart 
wasn't in it so I slipped away and headed down to our lakeside spot 
equipped with my towel. For a while I sat in the darkness watching the 
moonlit ripples on the water. It was a beautiful sight as the silver 
light flickered and flowed across the smooth water. It was still quite 
warm so I slipped off my clothes and header for the water. The water 
seemed cooler now and I relished the feelings as it crept up my legs. I 
felt the water slapping lightly against my bum as the coolness crept 
over my young sex. Falling forward into the water I began a slow crawl, 
enjoying the sight of silvery drops of water streaming from my hands and 
falling back into the lake. 

I started treading water and took a long look around trying to remember 
everything about this spot, knowing the boy I was then could never come 
back. The cool water felt every part of my body, perhaps more intimately 
than any human could. Slowly I swam back to the lakeshore and my 
clothes. As I neared the shore I saw a movement, there was someone 
there! I was certain it was Paolo, and longing to be with him again, I 
waded towards the shadowy figure.

I was nearly out of the water the figure was lit by a beam of moonlight 
and I realised it wasn't Paolo at all but another man. I stood 
uncertainly, water sliding down my smooth body, lit up by the silvery 
moonlight. He said, "you are beautiful". I realised he was a youngish 
man perhaps in his late teens or early twenties. His smile and friendly 
voice reassured my and I continued toward him, still dripping wet. I 
asked him who he was and he told me "Pietro", I was startled, as his 
English was flawless.

I picked up my towel and began to dry myself while he found a tree 
stump, sat and chatted. I found myself enjoying being naked in front of 
the man and I could see his eyes roving freely over my body. Perhaps it 
was because I was totally exposed before him I began to share my 
feelings about our holiday and even the things that had happened to us. 

I began to feel cold, and when Pietro noticed reached out and urged me 
onto his knee. I sat wrapped in my towel his arms around me. I felt safe 
and warm and continued my conversation with him has his hands explored 
my body. Eventually he cupped my boyhood in his hand, increasing my 
feelings of trust. I could smell the man smell of him in the night 
scented air. I told him my deepest secrets, my feeling for Paolo and 
what we had done that day. As I sat on his lap I was aware that his dick 
was erect and reached out to touch it. I stood up and he pulled his 
clothes off, revealing a strong body, his erect dick curving upwards in 
front of him. I took his dick in my hands feeling it's heat and it's 
curving hardness. 

I spread my towel out on the grass and we lay down on it together. As he 
cuddled me I explored his adult body, enjoying the hair and rough skin 
pressing against me. He explored my with his lips and tongue, gently 
touching every fold and crevice of my body as I opened myself as never 
before in front of another human being.

I took the tube of lubricant I had picked up earlier and spread in onto 
Pietro's erection and my bum hole. Pietro needed little urging to get 
onto his back and I sat astride him. I took his oiled dick in my hand 
and positioned it on the entry to my bum hole. Slowly I sat back on him 
allowing his hard dick to penetrate my bum hole. With my earlier 
practice I had learned to relax which was just as well since this dick 
was a much larger proposition.

I felt the lips of my bum hole part and stretch, and the tips of the 
man's dick enter my bum. Inch by inch his length invaded me until I was 
sitting firmly on his pubic hair.

He held my hips in his hard hands as he began to pump his hips, pulling 
out a little then driving his dick home hard. Even though I was on top 
of him he was complexly in control of my body as I sat impaled by his 
manhood.

His ragged breathing told me he was approaching his climax and my 
excitement increased as he grabbed my dick hard in his hand. We seemed 
to be as one and our bodies arched as we neared our climax. My balls 
were sucked up into my body so hard I was sure they had gone inside me 
as my immature prostate searched for spunk that was not there.  With one 
last powerful thrust I felt his dick enter me to the hilt while his hand 
grasping my dick pressed me hard down onto him. I felt his orgasms 
explode into me, at the same time my own dry cum was pumping into his 
hand. For the second time that day, and in my life, I shared my most 
private moment with another as my ecstasy reached a new peak.

I fell forward across him still penetrated and felt his gentle lips 
kissing me. After some time he eased himself out of me and we went down 
to the water to clean up. It was late now, well after midnight, and I 
was exhausted. Pietro helped me dress and we headed back to the hotel. I 
crept into the hotel and to our bedroom without being seen. William and 
James were in the bed by the window and I silently joined them wanting 
the companionship of their warm bodies.

The following morning started in the usual way with everyone getting 
washed and showered. After my shower I spoke the teacher supervising the 
washroom about our day's travel arrangements. After some banter he 
reached down and gave my bare bum a friendly slap. Laughing I turned my 
back on him and stuck my bum out, inviting another. The teacher obliged 
with an open handed tap, this time I felt his fingers penetrate my crack 
and brush against my bum hole. It was a nice friendly feeling and I 
hoped he meant to touch me there.

Soon we were packed and heading for our transport him. This time 
everyone was tired rather than excited all of us wondering what we were 
going to tell our friends and families about our holiday in Italy.

It was such an exciting time and I found out a lot about myself, and my 
friends. I just had to tell you everything and make you understand that 
now I understand your feelings for me."

David's words grind to a halt.

You had been so absorbed in Dave's tale you had felt you had been there, 
but now the spell was broken and you are aware again of you 
surroundings. You reach out to reassure him, put your hand over his 
shoulders and pull him toward the warmth of your body. As he leans 
against you, you smell the fresh scent and heat of his body sweeping 
over you as you stroke his silken hair. You are deeply privileged to be 
trusted by him and you know now he has come to you for reassurance. As 
the still small boy nestles against you on the settee you begin to speak 
the words of comfort he needs to hear.


Well I hope you enjoyed my fantasy. Many thanks to everyone who sent 
emails about my earlier stories, and a special thank you to my travel 
agent friend for helping me out with Italian names for this story. I 
will try to reply to everyone who writes. Flames of course will be 
binned unread. 

Regards

Bob301@hotmail.com