Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2017 16:50:03 +0000 From: bruno Subject: Summer in Spain Chapter 2 SUMMER IN SPAIN Chapter 2 Breakfast was al fresco. I was the first to arrive. The waiter showed me to our table and brought some freshly squeezed juice. I was surprised to have beaten Martin and Lauren down, I'd expected they were early risers. But Jay, hey, he was a teenager and would probably sleep in till noon. `Hi, Uncle Doug.' He wore a white T-shirt with a collar and underneath his yellow speedos. I could imagine the bulge even if I couldn't see it. `Don't tell me, you've been for an early swim?' `Swimming's not the only thing I'm interested in!' `What else?' Jay sat down, perched on the chair with his hands round his knees. His calves were thick with golden hair. `I've read all your books.' `Really?' I was surprised. My novels had gay protagonists and storylines. Not porn by any means, but not short of sexual encounters. `I wouldn't have thought they'd appeal to a guy your age?' `Oh, I think they're great. My favourite is "Homecoming", where Rich returns from a tour of duty in Iraq and falls for that young barman. The story's really authentic, it convinced me.' `Thanks.' I hadn't seen Jay as the literary type. In fact, I hadn't thought of him as having any interior life at all. He was just a good looking kid. But now I was starting to think of him in a different light. He rubbed his hand up his upper arm, as if nervous about what he was going to say next. `Was Rich based on you?' he asked. I laughed. `I've never been in the army, let alone done any tours of Iraq. I'm just a lazy good for nothing writer who makes a quick buck telling stories.' `Shame. I'd always imagined he was based on you. And, when I saw you at the airport yesterday, I was convinced.' `I'm flattered, Jay.' `My pleasure, Uncle Doug.' `Don't call me "Uncle". Doug will do.' `Sure, Doug.' Jay relaxed, he sat properly in his chair and leant forward, arms on the table. `Will you tell me who the young barman was based on? Was he someone you slept with?' I laughed again, amused at how upfront Jay was. `No, I made him up. It was artistic licence. He is a bit too good to be true.' `Oh, I thought he might have been something to do with why you and Uncle Seb split up.' `Nothing so exciting. We split up because we took each other for granted. No handsome young barman.' `I want to get a job in a bar. But I'm too young.' `I'm sure you'd make an excellent barman, Jay.' I stopped there. What was I saying? Was I flirting with my oldest friend's teenage son? Did I want him to be that young barman like he wanted me to be Rich? He was looking out for the waiter, wanting to summon him over. He had a commanding eye and his chin jutted out. Under his straw hair, I noticed freckles on his cheeks. `Where are your mum and dad?' I asked. `Oh, I dunno,' he replied. `Except they won't be getting their rocks off. That I do know. They're probably having a row.' At this point, a more responsible adult would have backed off. But I'm a writer and writers are nosy by nature. `Do they argue a lot?' `Night and day. I just put my plugs in and pretend I'm not there. I'm so glad you've come.' `Oh, I'm sorry, Jay' I put my hand over his and, as I touched his skin, it was as if a jolt went through my body. I raised my hand but he pulled it silently back down. Martin and Lauren appeared, wearing the latest fashions and acting jolly. Martin had been going through emails which had come in overnight and Lauren had had a long bath. `And what are you going to do today?' Lauren asked me, as she buttered her croissant. `I feel inspired to do a bit of scribbling,' I said. `Is it true people who write are just good for nothing lazy types?' asked Jay. `Jay!' Lauren, shocked, slapped his hand. `Uncle Doug is a reputable novelist.' I laughed. `There's a good deal of sense in that, Jay,' I replied. `And what are you going to do?' `I'm going to swim. I don't know how to do anything else.' It was late in the afternoon and I stood up, stretching my hands behind my back. In half an hour or so, I was supposed to be down at the bar with the rest of them. There was a knock on the door. `Hey, Doug, mind if I come in?' Jay wore the same white T-shirt as this morning but white shorts as well. `You've got quite a tan,' I said. 'Been sunbathing?' `Yeah. Pretty much all over. What about you? Been writing?' `All day, as it happens.' `What about?' `I'm sketching out a sequel to "Homecoming".' `Brilliant! Can I read it?' `No. But I can show you what happens.' I put my hands round the back of Jay's head and pulled him gently towards me. His mouth opened and we kissed. It was the same electrical charge as that morning but a hundred times greater. My hands ran up inside the back of his shirt, feeling his shoulder muscles, running down his spin, resting on the top of his butt. He was pushing me onto the bed, his tongue ripping ardently into my mouth. I shoved him off, laughing. `Whoah, soldier, whoah! There's no need to get over-excited.' He was flushed, looking determined. `I want to suck you off.' And, before I could reply, he was down on his knees pulling at my shorts. He took one look at my erection and lunged at it with his mouth. `Ow!' I said. `That hurts! You're biting it!' He looked up, embarrassed. `Sorry. This is my first time.' I picked him up under the shoulders. `Let me show you how it's done.' I was sitting on the bed and he was standing in front of me. I undid his shorts and let them drop. His cock was some five inches long. `Sorry,' he said, `it's deformed. It's got a curve.' `You're so wrong,' I said, stroking it. `Curves are great. And yours goes perfectly upwards.' I massaged his smooth hairless balls as I examined his cock, his unblemished purple knob, and the mop of straw-coloured pubes at its base. `Are you ready?' I said, looking up. He nodded. I let my tongue roll gently round his knob first, savouring him before taking him further and further into my mouth in rhythmic to-s and fro-s. I closed my eyes to smell his scent all the better. My hand reached up inside his thighs to press against his butt, He moaned. He started gasping and I realised he wouldn't last long. I took his cock out of my mouth. I stroked it gently. It was rigid. He grasped it and started masturbating like this was going to be the mother of all orgasms. I watched closely. And when he came, it came in white ropes over my shirt with flecks on my face. He sank onto the bed afterwards and we stayed there side by side, eyes closed, saying nothing, dwelling on what had happened. Some minutes later, there was a beep announcing a text on my phone. It was from Martin. `Where the fuck are you?' it read. `You were supposed to be down here thirty minutes ago. And where's Jay?' `Shit!' I said, leaping up. 'We're supposed to be at the bar!' Jay sprang up too. `You need to change,' he said, looking at my shirt splattered with his cum. I nodded and flipped on a spare. We set off, Jay deliberately thirty seconds ahead of me. `Doug!' said Lauren, kissing me. `Where have you been? And what's that on your cheek? It looks like dry skin.' She licked her finger and wiped it off. And I glanced at Jay and saw him grow bright red as he realised his mum had just wiped his sperm off my face. Comments welcome to jds.1980@hotmail.com Support nifty! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Also author of: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boy-on-a-bus https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-young-gardener Everything I write is totally fictional