Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2021 18:20:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: John <amateurishwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Last Night in Dubrovnik"

My Last Night in Dubrovnik

Warning: The following story is a fictionalized version of reality.  Much
of it never happened, except in the author's imagination.  This story
contains graphic sex between a boy and a man.  However, the author does not
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Author's Note #1 - Two things really happened in this story; I did take the
longer bus ride as described, and I did have a nice conversation with a
very cute middle school aged young boy who wanted to practice his English.
He also very much indeed thought it was cool that I was an American.  All
the rest is just my fantasy.

Author's Note #2 - My apologies for any typos, grammatical and contextual
errors as I only proofread this a few times, not only trying to catch
errors, but adding and deleting stuff to liven up the story.
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My Last Night in Dubrovnik

It all happened after I'd had the good fortune to enjoy a short holiday on
the Dalmatian Coast of what was once Yugoslavia.  My last few days were
spent in Dubrovnik and ended with a very delightful and memorable
experience.

On my return to Dubrovnik, from touring with a group to some of the coastal
sites before flying back to the States, I spent a few days exploring the
old city.  I was fascinated by the architecture of the churches and many of
the millennia old buildings.  I walked the entire top of the wall that
encloses the oldest part of the city and enjoyed the many beautiful views
of the Adriatic Sea.

I was staying in a hotel, built on the cliffside overlooking the sea, east
of the city.  The hotel was quite unique because, from the lobby at street
level, you took the elevator down to your room.

On the day before our group was to return home to the USA, we all went our
separate ways and I returned to the old city to shop and stop for lunch at
a curbside restaurant that I liked.  When it was time to head back to the
hotel I asked about busses and it was suggested that I could go direct or
on a more round about route so that I could see more of the residential
parts of the city.  I chose the longer route which would take about 50
minutes.

At the very first stop after we started the ride, there was a group of boys
and girls in school uniforms. When we stopped, they all piled onto the bus.
They looked to be between 12 to 14 and were all chattering away in accented
English, as they found places to sit.  Naturally I focused on the boys and
a very attractive boy noticed that I had been watching him.  He saw that I
was sitting further back by a window with an open aisle seat next to me. He
left his friends and came the 3 or 4 seats back and asked, in quite good
English, if he could sit by me.  Of course I said that he could.  He was
about 5 foot 2 inches tall, slim, with light brown hair and brown eyes.
Oh, and he was quite cute, with a dimple in his cheek when he smiled at me.

Once he was seated, I told him I was surprised by how good his English was.
He explained that it was mandatory in school there.  He then asked if I was
British and I told him no, that I was an American.  I chuckled as he
enthusiastically said, "cool!"  He said he liked to practice his English
with tourists.  I didn't know how far he was going on the bus so I told him
the name of the hotel I was going to.  He said that he lived very close to
there because his mother was one of the chefs in the hotel restaurant and
it was his stop too.

I told him my name was John and he told me that his name was Luka.  I
thought it fit him very well.  To me, he looked like a Luka.  Then he
explained, very proudly, that he was 13 but would be 14 in 2 months.  He
said that he preferred the company of adults, rather than people his own
age, and that he would enjoy being with me on the rest of our ride
together.

I assured him that I'd very much enjoy the next 40 or so minutes with his
company as well.  The more we chatted, the more familiar he became and the
more he seemed to lean his left shoulder against me.  At one point he
leaned part way over me to point to something out the window and, in doing
so, he placed his left hand on my thigh halfway between my knee and my
crotch.  Then he let it linger there as we continued to chat.

I'd been half hard since he sat next to me and now I was full on hard.  I
noticed that he looked down at my lap a number of times and, as we got
nearer to the hotel and our stop, he looked up at me and grinned.

"Could I practice more with you sometime?" he asked.

I was totally flustered and wondered if he wasn't just thinking of only
practicing English.

"I have a ten hour flight back to the States tomorrow and thought I'd take
a nap.  I don't sleep very well on plane flights." I explained.

He moved his hand from my thigh and reached into his backpack.  He pulled
out his English textbook and opened it.  Looking for a page he said, "I
think my teacher has something wrong and maybe you could explain it to me."

Just as he found the page the bus driver slowed and announced our stop and
my hotel's name.  He groaned and hurriedly replaced the book in his
backpack as I grabbed my small shopping bag from the floor.  We both got up
and, as I followed Luka down the steps and off the bus, I couldn't help but
notice his sweet round backside.  He was indeed very attractive.

As he reached the sidewalk he turned and grinned.  He'd caught me looking.

"What is your room number?" he quickly asked.  "It will just take a couple
of minutes."

"214," I replied without thinking. "But won't your mother be expecting you
home?"

"Oh, no," he replied. "She is at work in the restaurant kitchen by now."

I gently put my hand on the boy's shoulder.  "Luka, I'm impressed that you
are trying so hard to improve your English but I do have to pack and really
would like to take a nap before dinner."

His face fell as I spoke but quickly brightened. "I could have my mother
send some food and wine to your room."

I tousled the lad's soft hair. "That's very nice of you Luka but I think
you best head home now.  Thank you for your company on the bus.  It was
really a pleasure meeting you."

With that I turned and headed up the steps to the front entrance of the
hotel.  I didn't look back because I thought that would only make it more
difficult for the lad, and me for that matter.  As I reached the entrance,
I saw, in the reflection in the glass, that Luka was still standing back on
the sidewalk looking up after me.  I felt bad but continued on inside.

I picked up my room key and took the elevator down to my room.  I didn't
really have much to pack as I'd been living right out of my duffel bag.
These few days in Dubrovnik were the longest we'd stayed in any one hotel.
I laid out my clothes for tomorrow's trip back home and then lay down for
an hour.

I woke up about 4:30pm well refreshed.  I figured that I'd shave and shower
and then go up to sit out on the beautiful porch overlooking the Adriatic
Sea and read before supper, which was at about 6pm or so.  Then I'd have a
nice relaxing evening and turn in early so I'd be well rested for the long
flight home.

Once shaved and showered, I dried off and didn't dress yet but, rather, put
on the nice fluffy bathrobe that the hotel provided and stood looking out
the window at the Adriatic and a few sailboats enjoying the beautiful
weather.  Just then there was a knock at the door and I heard an accented
voice call out, "room service."

Wondering if they'd gotten the wrong room, I went and opened the door.
There stood the boy from the bus, Luka.

"Luka, What ..." I started to ask and then looked at what he was carrying.
He had a small basket with a bottle of wine, two wine glasses and a dish
with crackers and a wedge of cheese.

"Luka, what ... what is all this?" I stammered a question, or what became a
question.

"Room service sir," he replied, trying to sound older and official as he
placed the basket on the coffee table in front of the small sofa. "Shall I
close the door sir?"

"I ... I ..." I continued to stammer.

"No need for a gratuity sir.  This is complements of the chef," he added
with a broad grin and closed the door.

"Luka ..." I tried again but he chattered on.

"My mother was most grateful that you befriended me on the bus ride home
and was willing to help me with my English," he explained as he laid out
the cheese and crackers and proceeded to open the wine.  "She insisted on
me bringing you this to enjoy while you helped me more."

I was at a bit of a loss for words but tried. "Luka, this is most kind but
..."

He interrupted again, "I just have this one question that I mentioned on
the bus." He said as he slipped off his backpack and pulled out a text
book.  He sat down on the sofa and patted the seat to his right.

I noticed that he must have gone home because he had changed out of his
school uniform and was now dressed in everyday clothes.  A pair of snug
fitting white shorts that were quite short and a beautiful blue polo shirt
that was also a bit snug.  He wore the polo tucked in which I, for some
reason, always found very neat and attractive on a boy.

I just stared down at the boy.

He looked up at me and actually blushed a little. "I know, this was a bit
presumptuous of me but I really took a liking to you on the bus and you
were so nice.  I just wanted to see you again and do something nice in
return.  My Mother actually agreed and insisted."

I was still a bit hesitant but he patted the seat again and smiled up at
me.  Then I thought, what else did I have to do anyhow.  I'd seen as much
of the Yugoslavian coast and Dubrovnik that I was going to see and this
cute lad was being so sweetly insistent.

"Okay," I said. "A little wine and cheese might be nice.  That's very kind
of you and your mom."

I moved over and sat down next to the boy, being careful to keep the
bathrobe closed because I was still totally naked under it.

Luka put his book down and poured us each some wine.  I noticed that he
only poured a little for himself.  Then he sliced some cheese and made up
maybe a half dozen crackers with a piece of cheese on each.

"I didn't get my after school snack yet," he smiled. "So it's nice to have
it with you."

"Back home kids your age mostly don't have wine, beer or liquor.  Well,
unless they sneak it," I laughed.

Luka chuckled, "mostly we don't either, except on special occasions. Today
my mother said I could have a taste with you."

We each took one of the crackers with cheese.  The cheese was a bit sharper
than I liked but the flavor was very interesting.

"This is interesting cheese Luka.  What's it called?"

"I don't know.  I should have asked my mom but I know it has cloves in it,
though I don't see any."

I was so impressed with his English and asked, "Luka, your English really
is very good.  What was your question in the book?"

He blushed again. "Well, it's not really anything."

"Oh."

I must have looked a little confused or annoyed because he quickly turned
toward me, reached out and put his hand on my thigh as he apologized, "I'm
s ... sorry John.  Please don't send me away."

I smiled. "I'm not upset Luka, just confused."

The boy looked down at his hand still on my thigh and sighed.  "On the bus
I saw how you were watching me, looking at me.  That's why I came to sit by
you.  I thought maybe that you liked me ... you know ... like maybe in that
way."

He looked like he was about to get up but before he could even move, I put
my hand on top of his and smiled at him.  "You took a big risk Luka."

Now he was really blushing.  I kept my hand on his and looked down at his
crotch.  I could see that he was hard and, under my bathrobe, I was too.

"Luka," I looked up at him. "Have you ever done this before?  Picked up a
man?"

He pulled his hand from under mine and, in doing so, pulled my robe open
enough to expose my bare leg.  He looked surprised, nervous, but kept
looking at my bare leg.

"No sir," he whispered. "But I have thought about it."

"Don't you have a boyfriend your age?" I asked.

"Yes. Well, not a boyfriend but we have done it.  But I want to be with a
man.  Someone who wants to be with me.  On the bus, the way you looked at
me, and were nice to me, and didn't push my hand away when I put it on your
leg ..."

I moved my hand over and put it on his bare thigh just below the hem of his
shorts.  It was so warm and smooth.  I tried to smile reassuringly at the
boy but he kept looking at my leg which was bare almost to my balls.  So I
lifted my hand off his smooth warm thigh and gently moved it to his chin,
lifting it so that he'd look at me.

"You are a very nice looking boy Luka and I do like you that way, very
much."

"Do you mean that you would do things with me?" he asked shyly.

I smiled again. "Yes Luka.  I will do whatever you wish so long as I don't
hurt you."

With that Luka practically lunged at me, wrapping his arms around me and
pushing me backwards against the arm of the sofa.  He pushed his face into
my neck and I heard his muffled cry of happiness and then felt his wet kiss
on my neck.  Over his shoulder I could look down his back and see his
beautiful full round bottom.  I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his
back moving one hand down and over the swell of his left bun.  He pushed
his hips forward and I could feel his hardness pressing against my hip.

I gave him a couple moments and then groaned and gently pushed him up to
relieve the pressure on my back.

He looked alarmed. "Oh, did I hurt you?"

I grinned. "Not at all Luka but the arm of the sofa is a bit hard.  Perhaps
we could get more comfortable."

"C ... could we lie on the bed?" he asked as he stood up.  Then he looked
surprised.  "You are naked under your robe!"

My robe had come completely undone and fallen open.

I laughed. "I had just come out from a shower when you knocked.

"You have a nice one," he said as he was staring at my hardon.

"Thank you. By the looks of that big bulge in you shorts, you do too."

He grinned. "Would you like me to show it to you?" he said as he started to
unbuckle his belt.

"Yes I would like that very much Luka but can I do that?"

He stopped pulling on his belt.  I was still sitting on the sofa and
beaconed him to come closer.

He gulped. "This is going to be so exciting."

I giggled as I said, "here's a quick English lesson for you Luka.  Another
word for exciting for something like this is hot.  I would say that taking
the shorts off of a cute boy like you is going to be hot."

He stood right in front of me with his eyes riveted on my cock and asked,
"can I say that looking at your hard penis is hot?"

I chuckled and said, "if looking at it is making your penis hard too then
it is very definitely hot.  You can also say a cute person is hot.  I think
you're hot and I haven't even taken your clothes off of you yet."

I couldn't believe how fast this was going.

I reached out to the lad's hips and pulled him a little closer, just
between my knees.  His shorts were barely containing his boyhood.  I gently
placed the palm of my hand on his bulge. I felt it throb and heard him
softly gasp with pleasure.

He trembled and whispered, "that's so hot."

I smiled up at him as I pulled him a little closer and ran my hands around
his hips and back, caressing his firm round boy buns.  Then I whispered in
reply, "these are hot too sweetie."

He giggled and looked up from my dick. "I liked you touching me both
places."

"Good, I'm glad," I chuckled.  "But now I'd like to see this," I said as I
placed my hand on the bulge in his tight shorts again.

I reached up, unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned the button.  He
shivered with anticipation.  As I took hold of the tab on his zipper he
held his breath.  I slowly zipped it down, the backs of my fingers sliding
over his boner.  Because his shorts were so tight, I had to grab hold of
the bottom hems of each pants leg and slide them down.  He was a vision in
his medium blue bikini briefs.

Before I went any further I reached and pushed up his polo shirt.  I
couldn't reach high enough, so he pulled it the rest of the way over his
head and tossed it on the floor.  Then he slipped his bare feet out of his
sandals, let his shorts slide to his feet and kicked them away.  Now he
stood before me in just his well filled out bikini briefs.

"Before I take these off and see that beautiful hard penis of yours Luka, I
have to ask you a question."

"What?" he asked looking a little impatient, excitedly shifting his weight
from one foot to the other.  I couldn't blame him but I had to know
something."

"Did you tell your mom my room number?"

He looked confused but answered, "no."

"When does she expect you home?"

"She doesn't.  She thinks I'm sleeping at Micha's house. There is no school
tomorrow."

"Is Micha the boy you told me about?" I asked.

"Yes," he gave me a small smile.

"Did you really tell your mother about me."

"Yes," he sighed. "But I only told her how nice you were on the bus and
that I wanted to bring you some wine and cheese to say thank you."

Now he looked a little afraid. "Please don't be mad at me.  She thinks I'm
going to Micha's house after I give you the wine and cheese.  She even saw
I packed my backpack with my overnight things.  I was going to tell you
later, if you were willing to do stuff with me."

I slowly shook my head. "I'm not mad at you sweetie but you have to tell me
the truth."

It all spilled out in a rush then. "I liked you on the bus because you
looked at me like you liked me so, when you told me your room number I came
up with a plan.  If I could find out if you would do stuff with me then we
could do it all night because there's no school tomorrow and it would be
like you said, very very hot.

He suddenly stopped to take a breath and I cracked up laughing.  Then I
pulled him to me in a hug burying my face in his soft belly and I could
feel his now only semi-hard cock pressing against my shoulder.

"Luka," my words were muffled by his soft belly as I talked into his belly
button. "I'd love to do stuff with you all night as long as we don't fall
asleep."

Then I noticed that my hands were holding him by his delightful bottom and
I started to move them feeling and gently squeezing them.  I guessed that
he liked it because his cock began to regain its full hardness.

I let him go and looked up at him. "We okay?  I guess we're okay, right?"

"Yes, if you're not mad at me," he said.

"No, I'm not mad.  I'm impressed that you wanted this so bad.  So, where
were we?"

"You were taking all my clothes off," he said as he hooked his thumbs in
the elastic waist of his briefs and then looked at me expectantly.

I grinned up at him as I pushed his hands away from his briefs. "That's my
job sweetie."

"Why do you call me sweetie?"

"Because I think you are sweet," and kissed his soft belly.  Then I gave it
a quick lick.

"Oh!" he gasped. "That is ... that is hot!"

I chuckled and then slipped my fingers into the waist of his briefs. "Shall
I see what else is hot?"

The boy just nodded quickly as he looked down at my hands.

I carefully pulled the front of his briefs out a little so it wouldn't
catch on his boner, and slid it down just under his balls.  He was well
advanced for his nearly 14 years.  His boner was a good five and a half
inches, medium thick and uncut.  His balls were nice and big for his age,
about the size of walnuts.  My eye caught a gleam as a drop of precum
appeared from the tip of his foreskin which, with his erection, barely
covered his glans.  I hadn't sucked a boy with a foreskin since I was a boy
myself and was eager to.

I looked up at Luka and smiled. "You are beautiful my boy."

He grinned. "Thank you."

"May I kiss it?" I asked as I looked at his boner again.

"Oh!  Yes please," he whispered.

I leaned forward and kissed half way down his cock and it throbbed.

The boy gasped, more loudly this time.

Then I licked my way up and over the tip, tasting his sweet precum for the
fist time.

"Oh my God," the boy moaned.

With two fingers I pulled his boner down and slid my lips over his head and
swirled my tongue around his foreskin covered glans.  While the boy
continued to moan, I gently slid his foreskin down and got the full taste
of this hot boy.  I could feel my own precum drool.

As I slowly worked the rest of his boner into my mouth, I reached around
behind him to find his briefs still half covering his buns.  I slid them
down and let then slide to his knees.  My hands caressed his wonderfully
soft, smooth, firm, round boy buns.  My middle finger explored the crack of
his ass and he sighed.  I wondered if he might allow me the pleasure of
making love to him?

At that moment the boy pushed away and gulped, "I ... I ... ah, I was close
to ... ah ... you know."

"Cuming?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"That's a word for orgasm."

"You mean when the stuff comes out and it feels so good?" He was holding
and gently squeezing the tip of his penis.

I moved his hand away and a drop of precum oozed out.

"An orgasm is when you get the best feeling, your boner throbs and the
sperm shoots or oozes out.  The sperm is called cum and having it happen is
called cuming.  See," I chuckled, "I'm still helping with your English."

He giggled. "Well, I didn't want to cum so soon or in your mouth."

"Well, first, I'd love you to cum in my mouth.  I'd like it because it's
sexy and you are sexy.  But, I have a question for you."

"Okay," he looked at me expectantly.

"How many times do you think you can cum in a few hours?"

He thought for a moment. "Micha and I have done it maybe 2 or 3 times in a
few hours."

I sighed. "I envy your youth Luka.  I might be able to do it twice but have
to wait a while in between."

Luka took a step back stepping out of his briefs. "Can we go lie on the bed
together?"

As I stood I said, "Yes, but only after you take my robe off of me."

He grinned stepping closer to me again and behind me.  I felt him reach up
and lift the robe up off my shoulders.  I could feel his hands shake.  He
let it fall to the floor and I turned toward him.

"Oh my," he gasped. "Can we lie on the bed together now and hug naked?"

"Yes sweetie.  I'd like that very much."

I went over to the bed and pulled the covers down.  I lay down on my left
side and held my arm out to the boy.  He knelt on the bed and then lay down
on his back to my left.  I rolled onto my back and softly said, "come here
sweetie."

The lad scooted over and snuggled up to my side. I wrapped my left arm
around him as he slid his left arm across my chest and his left leg over
mine.  I could feel his boner agains my hip.

As he moved his hand on my chest he whispered, "I love all the hair on
you."

"Thank you Luka, I'm pleased that you do."  As I said that, he moved his
hand down my belly but stopped.

Again whispering, he asked, "ca ... can I ... can I touch you, you know,
down there?"

I kissed the side of his head. "You can touch me anywhere you would like.
Anything that makes you feel good."

This time his hand slid down and gently wrapped around my hard cock. "Oh
John, it's so big."

I smiled. "It's only just a little bigger than yours and you are still
growing."

"It's so hard and warm."

"You know what kiddo?  It's you that makes it hard."

He giggled. "I didn't think of it that way.  And, it's you that makes my
penis hard and want to cum."

"You're sweet Luka and I would very much enjoy making you cum soon."

"John?"

"Yes Luka?"

"Why doesn't your penis have the skin over the end like mine?"

"It's circumcised which means that just after I was born the extra skin was
removed."

"Ow! Why?"

"In America back then they thought it was cleaner.  It's okay."  I
chuckled.  "My cock still works the same."

"Good.  That makes me happy.  May I kiss you John?"

"Yes, please do."

The boy raised his head and looked up at me.  As he stretched up to kiss
me, at the same time he slid up on top of me.  Then he brought his lips to
mine and a surge of pleasure went through me.  I could tell by his tremble,
it went through him as well.  We held the kiss for a few moments and then I
felt his tongue brush my lips.  I opened and let the boy's tongue in to
meet mine.  Our breathing came faster and deeper as we continued to explore
each other with our tongues amid the lad's constant sighing and moaning.

Meanwhile, my hands were busy exploring the cheeks of his delightful
bottom.  I held each cheek and pulled him against me.  This started him to
gently and slowly hump his boner against my belly.  As he did that I slid
my middle finger between his cheeks and found his most secret spot.  When I
first touched him there he gasped softly and pushed back against my finger
tip.

After another few moments he stopped humping and kissing me and came up for
air.  "Oh John, that is so good.  But, I had to stop because I don't want
to cum yet.  There is so much I want to do with you."

"We can just lie like this enjoying the feelings."

His face was by my ear and I could feel his warm breath on my neck.  I had
stopped moving my middle finger against his entrance but left it gently
pressed against it.

"John?"

"Yes?"

"Move your finger again."

I did and he shivered.  "Oh that feels so sexy."

"You like me touching you back there?"

"Oh yes," he moaned then asked, "can you slide your finger into me?"

I applied some pressure but he was tight and nothing made it slippery
enough.  I brought my hand up to my mouth and got spit all over my finger.
I did that a couple of times, enjoying the musky flavor of the boy.  After
the third time there was enough spit there to make it slippery and I
pressed against his muscle again.  This time my finger slid in to the first
knuckle and the boy groaned in pleasure.

"Is that good sweetie?" I asked, concerned.

"Yes," he moaned. "Keep going."

I increased the pressure against his entrance's natural urge to expel me
but I held the small amount of entry I'd gained.  I waited a few moments
and felt his muscle slowly relax.  Then I was able to slide more of my
finger in until almost to my second knuckle.  Luka was helping by pushing
back against my finger.  Soon I was moving my finger in and out a little.
The angle was too difficult to try a second finger though.  However, I was
getting the definite impression that the boy really liked it back there and
maybe he would eventually want something more.

Since we had the whole night together I thought that we should slow down a
bit so I gently removed my finger from inside the boy.

"Ooohhh," he moaned with disappointment. "Why did you take your finger
out?"

"Luka, move down so our boners are together."

He lifted his head and propped himself up with his arms.  Then he slid down
but as he did so, with his legs spread on either side of me, my hard cock
poked his taint and his eyes lit up.

He gasped softly. "Oh, that felt really good where you poked me."

I chuckled. "There are many places on the body that can make you feel good.
That's one of the better places."

"Like where your finger was?" he asked as he looked up at me.

I grinned. "Yeah, that's one of the best and my favorite."

He looked thoughtful. "I think it might be mine too.  Micha and I used to
slide a plastic thing that he found in his sister's bedroom, in our bottoms
and it always felt, as you say, sexy.  It vibrated," he chuckled, "and I
cumed."

"Came," I giggled.

"Huh?"

"Came is the past tense of cum."

"Oh," he sighed. "English can be very confusing."

"Yes," I laughed. "Now lift up and move our boners together so they are
touching side by side."

I watched as he looked down and carefully lined them up and then lay back
down on me.

"Oh my!" he moaned. "That feels so nice."

He began to move and the feeling was exquisite.  I slid my right hand down
over his sweet butt and stroked his back with the other hand.  He slid his
hands under my arms and gripped my shoulder from behind.  His head lay on
my chest and I could just nuzzle my lips and nose in his hair.  I loved his
boyish scent and kissed him there.

We lay like that for a while talking softly and Luka continued his gentle
moving but never enough to get either of us close to cuming.  I continued
to softly rub his back and feel his bottom.

I was almost dozing when I felt the boy lift his head and kiss my chest.
Then he licked my left nipple and that woke me up.  I watched as he moved
over and licked my right nipple.  Lifting up on his hands and knees he
began kissing my chest and then moving down my stomach as he backed away.

"Mmmmm," I moaned. "You are so sweet Luka."

He looked up at me and grinned as he reached just above my cock. "May I put
you in my mouth please?"

I loved his asking permission.  It was a big turn on. "I'd love it if you
did that sweetie."

Slowly he kissed and licked his way down one side of my very hard cock.  He
nuzzled my balls with his nose and then licked and gently sucked one and
then the other.  Finally he began licking up the length of my hardon and
eventually wrapped his tongue around my glans, issuing a low groan and then
a sound like "mmmmmm" as if he was enjoying the taste.  When he took two
fingers, lifted my cock up a bit and slipped his lips over the head, I
groaned.

He raised his eye brows and gave me a look as if to ask if he was doing
good.

I groaned again, "Oh god Luka.  That is so awesome."

He smiled around the head of my cock and began to slowly work his way down
to take it in as far as he could.  His mouth and tongue were so warm, wet
and slippery.  I ran my fingers through his soft brown hair.  I enjoyed his
efforts and that he seemed to like what he was doing.  Gradually I got
closer to cuming which I didn't want to do yet.

I reached down to his bobbing up and down head and stopped him.  "My turn
sweetie."

"Awwww," he moaned but with a grin and licked his lips.

"C'mere," I waved him up and, when he settled down on top of me, I rolled
onto my side and then gently rolled him onto his back.  Then I began
kissing and licking my way down his body.  I loved his nearly hairless
pubic area.  There was really just a nice patch of new pubes above the base
of his cock.  I nuzzled and licked down his belly and beside his very rigid
and throbbing boyhood. I then reached his balls I licked and sucked on each
one getting rewarded with his moans of pleasure.

When I used my nose to lift his sack, I attacked his taint with my tongue
and the boy let out a huge gasp. "My God John!  That tickles.  It feels so
amazing ... so hot!"

Little did he know, I had something even better in store.  I knew in a few
moments he might be even shocked.  I smiled at myself as I used my right
hand under his knee to tell him to raise it.  I think it was almost
instinct and the boy raised both legs enough for me to hit my target.
There it was.  The boy's most hidden treasure.

I kissed my way around his tight guarding muscle and got another
gasp. "What are you ..." he moaned.

My tongue stopped his question cold, or should I say hot, as I gave his
sweet hole a wet lick and then another.

"Oh my God!" he cried. "That's even better.  Don't stop."

I giggled and continued to lap at him for another moment and the proceeded
north again.  I worked my way slowly up until his hard boner was brushing
my cheek.  I was glad I shaved although the stubble might have felt sexy to
him.  I turned so my nose was rubbing along his shaft.  My tongue was
licking into his soft pubes and the tip of his cock, only partly covered by
his foreskin, slipped across my cheek leaving a wet trail of his precum.  I
had to taste him again and slipped my lips over his glans and caressed them
with my tongue.

"Oh that's so good John."

I lifted off him for a moment. "Will you give me your cum Luka?"

"Oh yes John," he sighed. "Make me cum in your mouth.  I want to give you
my cum."

This is one of the things I love to do for boys.  I love the feel and taste
of their cocks in my mouth, the knowledge of the pleasure that I am giving
them and that they want to give their cum, their essence, to me.  I love
the eventual feel of their penis swelling and hardening and then throbbing
as they shoot their sweet sperm onto my tongue and into my throat.  I love
the taste, the warmth, and the feel.  But most importantly, I wanted to
make this feel so good to the boy that he'd play it over and over in his
mind in the future when he pleasured himself.

As I lowered my mouth onto the boy again, I worked my right hand down below
his balls and taint and between his legs.  Again, instinct led him to
slightly raise his knees just enough so that I could get my middle finger
to the rosebud of his opening and touch it.

"Oh yes," the boy cried. "Put it inside me."

I again had to get some spit to lubricate my finger and so, moved it to my
sucking mouth allowing some spit and boy precum to leak out onto it.  I
returned it to where I knew it would please the boy.  I gently pressed and
it slipped into him causing a lusty sounding groan of pleasure.  Slowly, as
I lovingly moved on Luka's cock, I slid my finder in passed the second
knuckle.  Then I started to finger fuck him and he began to almost
continuously sigh and moan.

I could tell that the the boy was very excited and would not last long.  As
my finger continued to pleasure him back there, I worked my lips, mouth and
tongue, sucking on his penis as best as I could and soon felt the
beginnings of his reward and mine.  His hips gently made little upward
thrusts and his fingers slipped through my hair.  Then I heard his first
soft groan and his fingers started to grip my hair.  With the next groan
his hands moved to the side of my head.  Then I felt his boner swell a bit
and he held my head as he started throbbing.  He fired shot after shot into
my mouth and I had to swallow to keep up.  I could feel his hole grip my
finger with each throb of his dick.  His cum had the sweet, salty and
slightly bleachy flavor that only a boy can produce and I was in heaven.

His grunts with each shot and his gasping added to my joy of our union.  I
held his now spent penis in my mouth and only took a couple swipes at it
with my tongue, to get his last few drops.  But I knew he'd be sensitive.
Not surprising for a boy his age, he didn't soften at all and I was
reluctant to move off his delicious boner but I knew I had to let him
recover.

I carefully removed my finger from him and gently rolled onto my back with
a satisfied sigh.  After a moment Luka moved next to me and snuggled up to
my left side like he had before.  He rested his head on my shoulder and
sighed too.  I had my left arm around him and stroked his hair with my
right hand.  Then I kissed the top of his head.  When I did that he moved
his head so he could look at me and smile.

"That was the best cum I ever had," he sighed. "Thank you."

I chuckled at the lad's good manners.  "You're very welcome Luka. It turns
me on making you feel good and making you happy."

He smiled up at me again, "now, can I make you feel good and cum?"

I smiled back, "let's rest a bit first.  How about some of that wine and
cheese.  Making a sexy boy cum has made me hungry."

I looked at my travel clock and was surprised that it was close to 7pm.
Then I thought, wine and cheese would have to do for supper.  After all,
there were better things to eat.  Then I chuckled again.

"What?" Luka asked as he was slicing more cheese and putting the pieces on
crackers.

I grinned. "I was just thinking about missing dinner but realized that I
just had a tasty meal of boy protein."

Luka blushed but giggled. "Boy protein ... that's silly John, funny but
silly. Maybe I could order room service."

I was munching on a cheese and cracker and almost choked.  "No Luka.  Your
mother would know you're here."

"Oh my," Luka shook his head. "I'm not good at hiding things from my
mother."

I was concerned about how he felt about tonight's deception. "If you're
feeling guilty, do you want to go to Micha's."

"No, no," he looked surprised. "I love being with you.  It's an adventure
and I want to do more."

I reached in the basket for the wedge of cheese and felt something under
the plate.  "What's this?" I said as I lifted the plate out of the basket
and moved the cloth under it.

Luka leaned over and looked in, "Oh, good. I completely forgot.  That's a
hard sausage to go with the cheese."

"Great!" I smiled. "Now this is good enough for dinner."

Luka smiled a devilish grin, "And later can I get my tasty serving of man
protein?  From your man sausage?"

I cracked up laughing.

I found myself regretting my upcoming flight back home.

We settled back and enjoyed our dinner of cheese, sausage and crackers.  I
had some wine but Luka just had a taste and then some water.  Afterward he
very carefully cleaned up and put everything back in the basket.

I looked over at him and chuckled. "Now don't we make an interesting
picture, the two of us sitting here completely naked."

The boy laughed and slid over to snuggle up to me. "Now it's a sexy
picture."

I chuckled and reached down to his chin, lifting it up so that I could kiss
him.  We kissed for a few minutes causing us both to get hard. "Luka, I'm
so glad that I met you on the bus.  This will be a treasured memory of my
visit to your country.  I will never forget it or you."

He leaned in for another kiss and then suggested, "We could write.  I will
give you my address."

I smiled at the idea of keeping in touch with the boy. "That's a great idea
sweetie."

I felt the boy's hand on my thigh again and he whispered, "But I have a
better idea for right now."

"What's that?" I asked teasing.

With an impish grin he said, "let's go back to the bed, snuggle for a
minute, and then I'll tell you."

Over on the bed, I lay down on my back and Luka snuggled up against me left
side.  He kissed me and said, "I think that this is the nicest position."

"Yes, I like it too.  We can feel close, talk and kiss once in a while.

"I think I like another position too," he said.

"Okay," I responded. "Show me."

He rolled onto his left side and reached back with his right hand. "Lie on
your side close up behind me so I can feel you back there."

I knew just what he wanted but decided to tease a little bit.  I lay behind
him so my head was right behind his but, because of our height difference,
my hardon was in back of his upper thighs.

"No," he sighed, sounding a little frustrated. "Move up a little."

I chuckled.

"Oh you," he giggled and moved down so my cock was snuggled up against his
bottom.

I chuckled again, "You're cute Luka."  My left arm had somehow ended up
under his head and he was using it as a pillow. I reached my right arm over
his side and gently rubbed his chest and stomach.

He wiggled a little until he got my hardon laying along the crack of his
bottom.  Then he moved my hand down to hold his boner.

"Later, when we go to sleep, this is how I would like to fall asleep in
your arms."

"That's going to be a nice way to go to sleep Luka.  I will like it."

He said softly, in almost a whisper, "It makes me feel safe and lo
... liked."

I noticed that he almost said "loved."  I was indeed growing to love this
boy I'd only met such a short time ago and would be parting from in just a
few hours.

I remained silent for a few minutes just enjoying the feel of his warm body
nestled back against mine.

"John ?" Luka whispered, breaking the quiet.

"Yes sweet boy?"

"I really liked it with your finger inside me."

"I did too because it made you feel good and made you happy."

"John?"

"Mmm hmm?" I knew what was coming.

"You know what would really make me happy?"

"What?" Here we go.

"If you would put your stiff penis in where your finger was."

"I don't want to hurt you sweetie."

"It wont hurt.  The thing Micha and I put in each of us back there is about
the same size as your penis."

"But I don't have anything to make it slippery."

"I saw a tube of sun cream in the bathroom.  Maybe that would work."

I giggled.

"What?" he asked.

"You have this all figured out don't you?"

He giggled back. "Yes, I guess so.  Micha wont do it and it's all I dream
about when I make myself shoot cum.  I can't think of anyone else I would
like to do it with me for the first time."

"Okay," I whispered as I kissed the back of his neck. "I'll get the sun
cream."

That reminded me of the very first time I had fucked a boy.  It was with my
friend Paul.  I was 13 and he was 11 and it was in a camp out back in May
of 1957.  I used a tanning cream called Sea and Ski.  It's something you
never forget.  I'm certain if I smelled it today I would get hard
remembering my pleasure fucking "Good Ole Paul." (See my story by that
name.)

Back with the sun cream and a hand towel, I snuggled up behind the boy
again and asked," Are you sure Luka?"

"Very sure," he said as he reached back and took hold of my boner, pointing
it down along his crack.  Then he pushed back gently.

I lifted his butt cheek and moved a little forward until I was press up
against him. "Is that the right spot sweetie?"

"It's a little lower but I don't feel the sun cream."

"I'll put some on you now and then some on me."

I pulled back away from him and got some cream on my middle finger.  I
asked him to lift his cheek and tell me when I got the right spot.

"Oh," he gasped in surprise. "It's cold."

"It'll warm up quickly," I assured him with a little giggle.

It took a little doing and a bit more cream and finally we got my finger
inside him enough to spread the cream about.  Finally I spread some cream
on my hardon and then wiped my hands off on the towel.

"You ready Luka?"

I didn't wait for an answer and, aiming my cock.  I slipped it up against
his crack and wedged it in a bit.  Then I lifted his cheek and slipped it
closer to his tight muscle.  He reached back and adjusted my aim and before
I could do anything, he pushed back a little.

"Mmmmmm," I heard him react.

"That good sweetie?" I asked to be sure.

"Mmm hmm," he approved.

Now approved, I gently pushed adding some pressure and then a little more.
Suddenly, I felt the ring of his muscle spread open and slide over the head
of my cock.

Luka grunted.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" I whispered.

"Oh, yes, it's okay." he sighed.  "Just a bit tight."

I kissed the back of his head.  I'll give you some time to get used to me
being in there.  You let me know when to put more in.

"Okay."

After a moment or two he pushed back a little, so I pushed in gently and I
felt his ring slide slowly down my shaft.  It was an amazingly awesome
feeling.  And, I was treated to the wonderful heat and tightness of his
inside.

Slowly I pulled out a little and he groaned with a little urgency. "Noooo
... put more in. As far as you can.  All the way inside me."

I pushed in, holding his hip to pull him tighter.  Then I lifted his cheek
to gain a little more.  His heat inside had me close to cuming.

He sighed and reached back to pull on my hip, trying to gain even more.  We
both were trembling, it was so good.  I wrapped my arm around him nuzzling
my face into the top of his head and moved my right leg over his leg to
pull him even tighter to me.  I held him there, not moving in him yet,
trying to calm down some.  It was way too soon for me to cum.

"You feel so big in me John," he groaned. "Big and wonderful.  I never felt
anything so good.  How do I feel for you?"

"Oh my God Luka.  You are so hot and tight inside.  You're wonderful."

We both were softly moaning and couldn't stop gently moving with our shared
pleasures.

"Will you cum inside me John? Please?" The boy moaned between soft
gasps. "I want you to cum in me so bad."

"Oh, I will sweetie but not yet.  We must make this last and enjoy every
moment."

"Can you feel my penis and move in me at the same time?"

He moved my hand down to his boner as I pulled out an inch or so and slid
back in.  I was rewarded by a long slow sigh from the boy.

"More please," he moaned.

I did it again and he shivered and asked, "Can you pull more out and then
push back in?"

I tried but it was awkward in this position.

Luka almost whimpered, "I wish we could kiss while you're inside me and I
could watch your face when you cum inside me."

I wondered what this was really about but I knew that I could do this for
the boy ... that I wanted to.

I gently withdrew from his warmth and he whimpered.

"Sweetie, roll onto your back and let me get between your legs."

He seemed to somehow know and lifted his legs up and opened them for me.  I
smiled down at him and he gave me a trusting smile back..

"Oh," he sighed. "This is going to be much better."

I looked down and could see that his entrance was still open a little but I
applied a some more sun cream to be sure.

He giggled. "It's still a little cold."

But he moaned in pleasure as I slid two fingers into him, moving them in
and out a few times and then I withdrew them.  I wiped my hands on the
towel again.

"Ready Luka?" and he nodded looking down at my hardon.

Supporting myself with my left hand by his side, I guided my cock to his
hole and gently push.  Again I felt the delicious pleasure as his ring
stretched over the head of my penis and tried to close just behind my
glans.  We were now looking into each other's eyes.  I saw no wince of pain
from him, just a look of great pleasure.  Slowly I worked in a bit, out a
bit, and in a bit more until I was in as far I could go and my balls rested
against him.

I paused as I felt him wrap his legs around me and lock his ankles behind
my back, holding me tight inside him.  He reached up with his hands and
pulled me down so we could kiss.  Our tongues worked together but after a
moment or two he let me go.

I couldn't hold out any longer.  His sweet body held me warm and tight.  I
had to move in him but something told me to make it slow and caring.  I had
the feeling that the boy needed to be wanted and cared about, to be loved.

I pulled half way out and then eased back into him.  He closed his eyes and
sighed.  I preferred to fuck slow and gentle so I did just that, talking
softly, telling him how cute he was, how good he felt inside.  "Oh Luka,
you feel so good.  You're so cute, you make me want to make you feel good."

I took hold of his cock which had kept its hardness, a sure sign to me that
my fucking him turned him on.  I slowly stroked him. "You have a real nice
cock.  I loved sucking it for you and having you cum in my mouth."

He smiled and reached up, pulling me down for another kiss.  This one was a
short one then he whispered, "in the morning, before we say good bye, can I
suck you and have you cum in my mouth?"

"Yes sweetie, that would be a nice way to say goodbye."

"I don't know why but I love cum," he groaned as I moved in him.

"Me too sweetie." I sighed as I moved just a little faster.

We just watched each other as we made love.  We moved together actually.
As I got close to cuming, I'd stop for a few moments to let my passion
subside.  We seemed to mutually understand and moved almost as one.  In a
way, I thought, we were one.  We seemed so natural as one that I began to
wonder if we could be together but I knew that that was impossible.

I lost track of time and didn't know how long we had been making love but
my body began to tell me it was time and so did the boy.

He pulled me down for another kiss and, still holding me close, whispered,
"please cum inside me now John."  Then he give me one more kiss and let me
up so I began to move in him in earnest.

I took long smooth strokes and tried to stroke his beautiful cock in time.
I watched his foreskin as it smoothly covered and uncovered his glans as
they gleamed with his precum.  I could also watch as my cock slipped nearly
out and back into the boy.  It was incredibly hot and I wished that he
could see it too.

The two of us were moaning and sighing, making kind of a symphony of our
passion.  After a short while Luka moved my hand away from his boner.  I
continued to move in and out of him, holding myself up with both hands by
his side.  I smiled down at him as he closed his eyes, opened his mouth and
grunted.  He gently pushed his hips up a little and his insides began to
rhythmically tighten on me.  I looked at his cock and was amazed as it
repeatedly throbbed and shot forth multiple streams of his boy cum.

Naturally, this was too much for me and sent me over the edge.  I pushed
into the boy as far as I could go, held there, and felt my cock swell and
seem to explode, sending out jet after jet of my cum into the sweet boy.

In between my grunts or pleasure I managed to moan, "Oh God, you are so hot
Luka. It's so good."

At the same time the boy was doing his own moaning.  "I can feel you
throbbing inside me John, giving me your cum.  Oh John, it's so good!  It's
better than I dreamed."

I began to gently move inside him again as my own cuming came to an end, I
watched as the last drops of Luka's cum oozed from his now, finally,
softening penis.  It took a few moments for both of our breathing to calm
but I remained inside him.  I looked around for the hand towel, found it
within reach and used it to mop up the lad's puddles of cooling cum on his
chest and belly.

He giggled as I cleaned him up and smiled lovingly up at me.

My cock had softened up enough that it slipped out of the boy and I used
the towel to clean up both his bottom and my cock.  After I was done, I
rolled onto my back and Luka snuggled up to my left side with my left arm
around him.  He slipped his left leg over mine and pressed his now soft
penis to my hip.  Slowly he caressed my chest and I gently rubbed his back

"That was the best ever Luka." I sighed.

He beamed up at me. "It was amazing and now I have your cum inside me.  I
love you John!"

Oh my God! I thought.  Here I am, having just made love to this sweet boy,
who I'll leave in the morning, and likely never see again.  How can I be
such a louse?

I frowned.

The boy noticed, "what's wrong John?"

"This was wrong of me."  I said as a tear slid down my cheek.  "I just had
awesome sex with a sweet wonderful boy and right afterward he says that he
loves me and in the morning I will leave him and he'll likely never see me
again. That's terrible of me."  Finished, I took in a much needed but
trembling breath.

The boy hugged me closer and kissed my chest.  Then he pushed back so he
could look up at me.  "Remember John, it was me who came to you, who picked
you, who wanted you.  You were nice to me, kind and gentle.  You gave me
what I wanted and needed, what I asked you for.  How could I not love you
for that?"

I was amazed at this boy's wisdom and self-assurance at such a young age,
but I still thought I was a louse.

I looked over at my travel clock and was amazed that it was well past
8:30pm.  The bus that will take our group to the airport wouldn't leave
until 11am so I didn't have to worry about that.  I looked down at Luka as
he continued to slowly move his hand over my chest feeling the hair.  Then
he yawned and stretched against me.  That made me yawn too and we both
giggled.

Still giggling I said, "I guess we both had a bit of a workout Luka."

"Yeah," he yawned again. "It was wonderful."

I ran my fingers through his hair. "Maybe we should get some sleep," I
suggested and put my right hand over his hand and stopped his feeling my
hairy chest.

We lay still for a little while and I felt my eyelids getting heavy.  A few
minutes later I noticed that the boy's breathing had slowed and softened.
He was peacefully asleep.  I let my eyes close and drifted off.

I don't know how long I'd been asleep but, as I opened my eyes I saw that
it was dark.  Luka must have awakened, got up and turned off the lights.
Now he lay, still naked, with his back to me.  I gently rolled out of bed
and went into the bathroom to pee.  I closed the door and turned on the
light.  I could see that he had been in here too as the toilet seat was up
and he'd used a wash cloth and towel.  I peed and washed up a bit too.
Then I switched off the light, waited for my eyes to adjust, and returned
to bed, pulling up just the sheet to cover us.

I lay on my back but after a moment Luka silently reached back and pulled
me over to snuggle up behind him.  I wrapped my right arm around him and
lay my head on the pillow.  I felt his breathing slow again and let myself
drift off too.

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Our plane took off right on schedule and as the pilot announced that we
were just leaving the western coast of France behind and heading out over
the Atlantic, I picked up my journal and began to write in it about my last
day in Dubrovnik, Yugoslavia (Now Croatia).

I wrote about the young middle school aged boy who sat next to me on the
bus.  And that I had chatted with him on the way back to my hotel.  I was
particularly impressed with his English and amazed to learn that English
was considered the second language in Yugoslavia.  It was, in part, because
the British had been vacationing at the seashore there, surprisingly, for
centuries.  He said that he chose to sit next to me because he'd figured
that I was an American and that he wanted to practice speaking English.

Of course I didn't write about how cute and attractive that I found him to
be.  I didn't describe the tight tan shorts that he wore as part of his
school uniform and how nicely his growing boyhood filled them out as he
walked back to ask if he could share my seat.  Neither did I describe how
their tightness showed off his delightfully full round bottom as he got up
to get off at his stop, which was maybe a couple stops before mine.  Nor
did I mention that every time he reached past me to point out something of
interest, he did indeed place his left hand half way up my thigh.  I'm sure
it was quite innocent but prompted a very hard but pleasurable reaction on
my part.  Good thing I had a shopping bag to carry as concealment when I
got off the bus and entered my hotel.

Now, as I recently reread my journal these 33 years later, I had an
enjoyable fantasy and decided to write this story.  I hope you enjoyed it
as much as I did, having had the fantasy and writing about it.  Oh, and
about having the delightful wank that I had that evening back in my hotel
room.

AmateurishWriter