Date: Wed, 16 Jun 1999 21:15:16 EDT
From: Alex Carbine
Subject: Further Holiday Happenings

Nothing under the Sun,  continued...

By Alex Carbine.

Standard Disclaimer.  These works of fiction are for the entertainment of
mature adults who gain pleasure from the subject matters covered, and are
in no way the actual preferences of the author, honest!!!!  Make of that
what you want...


Day Five

Derek left a message for me to call him when I came in. I had been out
sightseeing locally, and taking things easy as my arsehole felt bloody
tender after the previous days of excess. I had bent over and looked at my
ring in the full length bathroom mirror, and had seen that it was four
shades of red and inflamed.  But it had been worth it! As I drove round the
narrow country lanes I was aware that I had been fucked good and proper,
and it was honestly a good feeling.

"I thought I would let you get your breath back," said Derek over the
phone, "and I'm glad you've rung back as I am holding a little soiree. Just
you, me, and a couple of others. Candlelight dinner, a nice bottle of two
of wine and some videos. I hope you can make it." It was just after 6pm and
I had been out all day, but what the hell? I was on holiday, and holiday
time is when you shag yourself to death and go back to work for a rest. "OK
Derek. Give me time for a fresh-up and I will be round. say about
7.30?... Oh and do I bring a bottle?....  A good one or two from the 'Pats'
wine cellar....  OK..Yeah, see you then."  I slipped out of my clothes and
into the shower in no time flat. A quick wash of the parts that were
important to me and then a towel dry and into new clothes. I thought
tonight I would wear one of my jockstraps. I always get a kick out of
feeling the fabric of my trousers rubbing across my anus as I move. I
picked one by Hom, a sports one with a white pouch and black underties. It
was a warm night so I pulled on a pair of white satin football shorts, a
garish satin short sleeved shirt and sports sneakers. The shorts were
almost see-through, and the black trim of the jockstrap showed through the
fabric, outlining the pouch at the front and the two ties at the back
following the fold of my bum cheeks up to the waist band. A liberal spray
of my deodorant, one that works, smells nice, but is not heavily
overpowering, and then round to the bar to pick up some wine. Mine host at
the 'Pat' had a good selection of South African wines and I selected a
Paarl and a Constancia wine, both wonderful wine producing areas. Arriving
at Derek's house I was greeted by sounds of light music, conversation and
laughter emanating from the garden at the back. I parked up in his drive
and walked round the house and into the garden.

His house was not overlooked by his neighbors, fencing and tall leylandii
hedging saw to that. The lawn was laid out with an oblong table surmounted
by a matching parasol, and surrounded with four chairs, one either end and
one each side. The whole of this was inside a light fabric marquee, which
had lights hanging from the main ridge pole. This had the effect of giving
indirect light to the table as they shone onto the parasol. The marquee
also kept the dew off when it began to fall, and kept the chill out on this
clear summer night. To one side there was a swimming pool, covered with an
opaque inflated plastic hanger. To gain access to the pool one had to go
through an air lock arrangement, to maintain the air pressure so the
structure remained inflated. Once inside, the air was beautifully warm, as
was the water. Solar panels outside heated the water as it circulated to
and from the filter. Light came from under the water, reflecting dancing
patterns onto the inside of this air tent. There was a paved surround and
some lounger chairs. Outside a bar-b-q was sizzling steaks, sausages &
chops in a herb laden atmosphere. Tending these was Derek and two lads who
must have been about nineteen or so. There was also a table set up as a
bar, and a CD player giving a background cover of pop orchestral music. As
I rounded the corner, Derek hailed me over and introduced me to his
chums. "This," he said, playfully prodding one of the lads in the stomach,
"is Ben, and this," prodding the other one, "is Bill." "How original," I
said and smiled at both of them. From that moment on I mentally referred to
them as the Flowerpot boys. They were wearing shorts and T shirts, baseball
hats and sports sneakers. The shorts were so short that I could see the
white bulge of their balls in their pants squeezing outside of them down
their legs. Derek was totally overdressed in a pair of long white cricket
trousers, a white shirt, and a cravat at his neck. White cricket shoes
completed the ensemble. I laughed at him and asked if he actually
played. The two lads almost spat out their drinks with laughter. "Don't you
know?" asked Bill. "Know what?" I asked. "Derek is only the best amateur
county cricket player we have!" I looked at Derek and he nodded
nonchalantly. "Got to do something, old man, don't you know," he said,
laying it on thick. "Get yourself a drink and we will be eating soon. I see
that you have raided the wine cellar.  Hmmm. Good choices. Ben open this
one and let it breathe, and this one is still cold enough to drink
now. Come on, hop to it. And Bill, don't burn the steaks like last time,
OK?" Derek grabbed two wine glasses and took the open bottle of white from
Ben, and we walked over to the table. "Who are the boys?" I asked.  "A
couple of the colts team," said Derek holding out a filled glass. I took
hold of the stem but he did not let go of it. "They have similar interests
to ourselves..."  he said, letting me take the glass. I looked into his
eyes and they smiled back. "I have never had the pleasure... but I have
watched on a couple of occasions."  he answered to my unspoken
question. The wine glowed in my mouth and I had a burst of fruit taste at
the back of my throat. This WAS going to be another of THOSE evenings, I
told myself.

There were bowls of various salads and cold vegetables to go with the
meats, and French bread and cheeses with a selection of fresh fruits for
dessert. It was a good meal without being heavy. Derek and I sat either end
of the table, with the lads between us. Conversation flowed like the wines
and liqueurs. As the meal came to an end, Derek mentioned some videos and
the boys became quite excited. "Derek thinks you'll like these," said Bill,
as Ben laughed his now familiar infectious laugh. "So what's this all
about?" I asked Derek. "Let's go in and watch and you'll see."

I was familiar with the lounge and sank into one of the easy chairs so I
could see the TV screen and have a good view of the settee which the lads
flopped into.  Derek dimmed the lights down to a glimmer, picked up the
video remote and started the tape playing on his 28inch TV. Although the
main lights were dimmed, the standard light by the settee caste down on the
lads. Ben had his knees bent, his feet on the seat, and was leaning against
Bill, who was leaning against the end cushion. There were no credits and
the tape appeared to be of an amateur origin. "This is our Cricket Club
clubhouse," said Derek, "and the tape was shot by those two." "We put the
camera ontop of the lockers and left it running." The screen showed the
changing room as the colts team came in to change after a match. At the
back I could see some showers through a doorway.  The foreground was a
typical row of doublesided pegs and benches, with shoe cages
underneath. The lads came in and stripped off their gear, putting the
shirts and trousers into a couple of linen bags for washing. They were all
wearing jockstraps, some with cricket box protectors, which they walked
around in as they swapped memorable moments of the match, and we had
excellent views of the young adults' bottoms and lunchpacks. I looked
across to the lads on the sofa to find Bill had reached round Ben's waist
and was gently stroking the front of Ben's shorts. I was beginning to go
hard myself, and my cock was bent awkwardly in my jock. 'What the fuck' I
thought. I took my sneakers and socks off then I stood up, and unbuttoned
my shirt. Next I slid my shorts off and sat back down, having rearranged my
stiffening cock on my jockstrap pouch. Derek stripped down to the buff as
well. I was pleased to see his half hard cock again The boys had watched us
whilst we did all this, then they also stood up and stripped off. By the
light of the sofa's standard light I could see that nature had smiled on
both of them. Bill had a cut cock, and Ben's was untouched, and very hard,
jutting up and away from his body at 45 degrees, due to the help Bill had
been giving him. Bill had a half hard-on, but even that promised great
things.  "You like jockstraps?" asked Bill, scratching his ball sack
unselfconsciously as he sat back down. "They are my preferred underwear," I
answered. "We like 'em too," said Ben, holding his boner and gently wanking
it. He did not sit down, but walked over to me and stood infront of me,
wanking his cock so the foreskin covered and uncovered the purple helmet of
his dick. A twinkle of light reflected off the dew drop of pre-cum that had
leaked out of the piss slit. His cock was about seven inched long and two
inches thick, and quite smooth and rounded. He had slightly ginger colored
pubic hair, and there was not much of it. I put my hand out and he let me
wank him. He turned to the screen and watched the video.  I also turned to
watch. On screen most of the lads had gone into the showers, and the two
left were the Flowerpot lads, who were waving their stiff cocks at the
camera and grinning. Ben pointed a remote at the camera and it started to
zoom in through the doorway of the showers. They had obviously done their
homework as the camera placement was just right. The screen became filled
with about four or five of the team soaping themselves down and washing it
off. The Flowerpots came into view sporting their boners, which caused some
vulgar laughter, and their hard-on caused a chain reaction of vigorous
soaping of the various cocks in view, which very quickly reared up to full
hardness. As fast as the water washed the soap away, the youngsters worked
with the bars of soap, all the while maintaining the lather by wanking
themselves and each other. One of the lads dropped his soap, and foolishly
bent down to pick it up. Ben grabbed hold of his shoulders and held him
bent over, whilst Bill went round behind him and, amid cheers and laughter
from the others, pantomimed fucking his arse. Eventually Ben let him stand
up, and then everyone rinsed down and came back into the changing room to
towel down. As the camera was zoomed in through the doorway we had
wonderful close-up pictures of the young team cocks as their owners went
for their towels. One of the Flowerpots must have reached the remote for
the camera zoomed back out and we watched the teamplayers towel dry and get
dressed.  I had a raging hard-on tenting my jock, and was still lazily
wanking Ben who was just standing there. Derek stopped the tape and asked
me if I liked the lads' tape. "I think a vote of thanks is called for," I
replied and, turning Ben by his waist I drew him to me and guided his
erection into my mouth.  His hands went round behind onto the cheeks of his
bum. His head went back on his shoulders and he let out a long, low sigh,
as my throat, tongue and lips got to work on his rigid meat. His cock felt
hot to me. I could taste a little saltiness of his pre-cum. I tried to take
him as deep as I could. He was thrusting at me as I pulled him in, and was
withdrawing when I released the pressure on his hips. I put a hand round
his cock at its'base and started to wank him as I sucked him.  His thrusts
were becoming more urgent and I could feel him start to tremble. I took him
out of my mouth and whilst I continued to wank the length of his saliva wet
dick I asked if he wanted to come in my mouth. "Not yet," he replied, and
Bill came over to have his stiff sucked by me. His cock looked slightly
larger and longer, but it my have been because the circumcised cock head
was so large. I took him into my mouth and gave him similar treatment to
Ben. Ben was now on his hands and knees massaging my cock through the
fabric of my jock. I could feel the wet patch I had created by my excited,
stiff cock dribbling. Ben's hand encircled my cock and he pumped it as best
he could, which was not easy as I was sitting down and bending forward for
Bill. Soon Bill was beginning to orgasm and he pulled away. I leaned back
in my chair, and gave Ben a clear shot at wanking me. His hand pumped the
cloth tent covering my cock, and I felt a finger at my arsehole, massaging
the outside. I had closed my eyes, and at the touch of the finger I opened
them. Derek was leaning over me and it was his finger at my bumhole. His
cock was just above my head (surprise, surprise). I reached up and started
to wank it. His finger started to work its way into my arse.  I pulled down
on his cock and licked the tip. He moved slightly and I was able to get the
whole of the head in my mouth. His hips began to buck and he started to
fuck my mouth. I loosened my grip on his prick so it could slide back and
forth.  Ben's mouth clamped over my jock-covered cock and started to move
up and down my shaft. I almost came immediately I felt the heat of his soft
mouth. I moved my head away from Derek's dick and quickly told them both to
stop or else I would cum. Derek withdrew his finger and Ben let go my
dick. A large wet stain had appeared on the pouch of my jockstrap, but
thankfully it was Ben's saliva, not my spunk. "Time for a swim, I think,"
said Derek. I stood up and Ben reached up and pulled my jockstrap down to
my knees. My erect cock sprang up into his face and he grabbed hold of it
with one hand and gave the end a lick. We followed Derek out of the french
windows and across the now darkened lawn to the light of the swimming pool,
glowing under its inflated canopy.

	We all fought to get through the air lock like a bunch of school
kids on an outing. Derek managed to get through first and picked up Bill
bodily as he emerged onto the poolside, and threw him into the water. A
splash as I entered last was due to Ben pushing Derek in. He then grabbed
my arm and, jumping in himself, pulled me with him. The water was
surprisingly warm, and I later discovered that the water was heated by
solar panels elsewhere in the garden. I surfaced for air and then went
after Ben, taking hold of his hips as he tried to swim away. We slipped
under the water but I held on, drawing him to me so that he was facing away
from me. We came to the surface again and found our footings. I put one arm
round his breastbone and the other went to his cock, whilst my chin went
over his shoulder and my limp cock nestled into the crack of his arse. I
could feel him stiffening in my hand as I wanked him, and as my own cock
thickened, he wriggled his bum a bit in encouragement. My hand slid up and
down his length and his head went back to lay on my shoulder. He stood with
his legs apart, their muscles taught with excitement. I took my hand off
his chest and felt round behind him, running my fingers up and down the
furrow between his cheeks, massaging his dark ring, then I tried to slip my
middle finger into his hole. He altered his stance so that his back arched
and his bum pushed back more. I felt him tighten and then relax his
sphincter muscle and my finger gained entry a little. I moved it gently as
I continued to wank his very hard cock.  His head turned towards me and
suddenly I decided to kiss him on the lips. They parted and his tongue
pushed between my teeth. It was an unexpected and tender moment, where all
else was unimportant, and we lived the moment of joining obliviously. Then
I was aware of Derek calling to me. I looked in his direction to find him
sitting on the side of the pool with Bill standing in the water between his
legs, his head bobbing up and down, sucking his cock. Ben licked my ear and
then said quietly, "I want you to fuck me." I looked him in the eyes and
said, "Are you sure?" He turned his body round to face me. "Quite sure," he
replied and moved off to the edge of the pool and hoisted himself out onto
the poolside in one lithe movement. I followed in his wake, reaching the
side of the pool where he stood, hands on hip, and his stiff cock jutting
out from his flat, muscular stomach. I looked up at his dick as he looked
down at me. He just stood there letting me stare, as he twitched his uncut
stiffy, the head of it just peeking out from the surrounding fold of his
foreskin. Then he bent over and offered me his hand.  With his help I
exited the pool and together we walked to the sun loungers near Derek, his
hand round my hip pulling me to him. My cock was rock hard, pointing up
like a flag pole. Derek stood up and helped Bill out of the pool. Both had
hard-ons. There was a cigar box on the table by the chairs. Derek opened it
and offered it to me. There were packets of condoms and sachets of
lubricant neatly stacked inside. "We might as well start as we mean to go
on...and on, and on, and on!" he said, and I took a sachet of each. Ben had
gone over to the relaxer and was kneeling on the canvas base, facing the
back with his hand on the arm rests. I rolled to condom down my dick and
lubed it from the sachet. I put some on my finger and rubbed it over the
outside of Ben's ring. I applied some more to my finger and it slipped in
easily. I withdrew it, lubed another finger and slipped them both up his
arse. He dropped his head and pushed against my hand, as I wanked his
bumhole. Then I stood with my feet either side of the relaxer and
positioned my rubber sleeved cock at the door to his guts. Hold my rampant
stiff with one hand I put the other at the base of his spine and pushed
alittle. Immediately the head of my cock popped inside his love tube. I
waited a couple of seconds then, with both hands holding his pelvic girdle
I slowly eased my boner into him. His head arched back and he let out a
long low sigh as I penetrated his bowel, almost as though my cock going in
was pumping the air out of him through his mouth. I went as deep as I
could, and his sphincter pinched the base of my cock a couple of
times. "Can you feel that?" he asked. I squeezed on my cock making it swell
a couple of times. "Can you feel that?" I countered. "God Yes! And it's
beautiful!" I slowly started to withdraw and then pushed back up. "Oh Yes!"
he hissed quietly. Derek came and stood beside me, to watch my cock going
in and out, whilst Bill stood beside Ben's head. Ben leaned over and Bill
pushed his cock into Ben's open mouth. Together, Bill and I slowly fucked
our respective ends of Ben, keeping in time, pushing in together, pulling
out together. Derek reached under Ben and took the foreskin back and forth
over Ben's purple head. Ben did not have a hardon, but was not totally
soft.  Slowly Bill and I worked up to a climax, with me saying first, "I
think I'm going to cum." Derek said "Not yet, the night is young!" and
straightened up. I looked at Bill who shrugged and then nodded in
agreement. We withdrew from his mouth and arse and he sagged down onto the
flat chair. I knelt down either side of his body and leaned over him. He
turned his head to face me, and we kissed again, this time I held his face
in my hands and our tongues met time and again.  He turned his body under
me and I lay ontop of him, continuing to kiss him as our cocks rubbed
against each other. I could feel his now hard cock digging into me as his
hips thrust in an natural, almost animal accompaniment to our kiss.  Some
time passed as we embraced.

	Meanwhile Derek had lain down on a couple of towels, and Bill had
squatted over Derek's cock. Bill was facing towards Derek's feet and Derek
was supporting him by putting his hands under the cheeks of Bill's
bum. Bill's previously lubed love sleeve was soon accommodating Derek's
latexed boner, and Bill had full control of the depth and speed of his
penetration as he bounced himself up and down Derek's rigid shaft. As we
two lovebirds kissed and cuddled, Bill worked himself on Derek's erection
until Derek had to stop him, or shoot his load into the young lad. I
glanced over as Bill climbed off Derek's tool and knew exactly how Bill
felt, having experienced Derek's cock myself. "Let's have a look at your
hole," called Ben, and Bill came over and bent down so that we could see
his battered anus. He held the cheeks of his arse apart so that we could
get a better view, then farted. "You bastard!" said Ben and I moved off him
so that he could go after his friend. They chased round the pool and Ben
caught Bill over the other side. A quick wrestle and then they were both in
the water, splashing each other and us. "Time for a drink, I think," said
Derek looking at his watch, and, with a call to the lads to let them know
we were just popping outside to the tent for a drink, we passed through the
airlock.

	We were both stark naked and I was a bit surprised to see two men
sitting at the table as we approached, but Derek was unfazed, and greeted
the two with "Have you been here long?" "Just long enough to raid your
fridge for a bottle of 'The Widow'," and one held up a half empty champagne
glass. It was Jimmy and Fats from the rugby club. "Derek, you are a sly old
fox," said Jimmy. "When you said you wanted us to meet a friend of yours,
why didn't you say it was Alex?"  Derek looked from them to me and back to
them. "You mean.you have already met..?" he murmured . "On the beach... you
know." I offered, and sat down beside them. "Is there a glass for us,"
asked Derek getting back into the swing of things again. The glasses were
filled and a toast was drunk, "To the good things in life, whoever they
are!" The Flowerpot boys joined us, naked and dripping, and Jimmy and Fats
just gazed at them for a few seconds before standing up and taking their
clothes off, throwing them in a heap on the ground. "Doesn't do to be the
odd ones out," said Fats moving his chair to be closer to the lads. Derek
made the introductions and that was the start of another marathon night for
all of us. Look out for the follow on later this year.