Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2017 22:55:59 -0400
From: Tim
Subject: A Rather Dull Vacation

I was having a rather dull vacation despite the fact I was spending it in a
posh all-inclusive tropical paradise. It was particularly bad, because I
had such high expectations for it.

Back then I was going to a private school and one of its perks was a
two-week break in March, which didn't overlap with regular public school
vacations in February and April. My parents loved it, because it meant
cheaper flights and cheaper accommodation, but for me it didn't turn out so
great: I was literally the only kid of my age in the entire resort.

Speaking of age, I was about to turn thirteen in a month and I was at that
stage when I was constantly preoccupied with sex. And that was the high
expectations part: last year at that very resort I was introduced to
boy-sex. Back then I was on the receiving end of it, so to speak. I rather
enjoyed it, but I have also changed in the past year. I matured and my
equipment grew quite a bit although I was still as bald as a baby down
there. I mastered masturbation and started squirting cum recently. I was
totally ready to try myself as a "giver" and was looking forward to get on
some action.

Alas, nothing happened. Almost the entire vacation flew by and there was
not a single body to engage with. There were some older guys in their late
teens, college folks perhaps, but they had their own company and wouldn't
be caught dead hanging with me. Then there were younger kids -
preschoolers, I wouldn't be caught dead hanging around. So, yes, it was a
pretty dull and lonely vacation for me.

My parents were avid tennis players and spent most of the daytime on the
courts. I wasn't so much into tennis, so it wasn't unusual for me to hang
out all by myself completely unsupervised. So there I was sitting on the
beach, all alone and in a rather sulky mood. Then I noticed a boy. He
approached and sat in the chair under the umbrella next to mine. Certainly
this couldn't qualify as any kind of intrusion; still he could've sat
elsewhere in an almost completely deserted beach. I turned and gave him a
long gloomy look. Then I realized that I've seen him earlier that morning
swimming in the ocean. His hair was still wet, but he was already dressed
in shorts and a t-shirt. I turned away. It still didn't register with me:
this was exactly the person I was missing this whole time.

The boy noticed my look and said:

"Hi."

"Hi." I said automatically.

"I'm John" the boy said.

I turned and looked at him skeptically. Still there was no reason to be
impolite.

"Eric" I said.

That wasn't my real name. But I always introduced as Eric to anyone I
didn't expect to have a lasting relationship with. And it's not because I
was some kind of international-man-of-mystery wannabe. It was because I
really liked the name and wanted to be called Eric.

The boy felt encouraged. He moved under my umbrella and sat at the end of
my beach chair.

"Do you like it here?" he asked.

"It's okay."

"Not a lot of guys our age, huh?"

I didn't answer. John moved a little closer and lowered his voice even
though the closest person was more than hundred feet away:

"Do you know about sex?"

It finally caught up with me. I gave John another long evaluating look.
"Hmm," I thought "this guy may have the same ideas I do." Despite hoping
and dreaming of it for a long time, I didn't imagine how exactly it would
happen, especially the initial seduction part.  Anyway, I felt that if I
wanted to get what I want, I needed to assume leadership, but at the same
time not to come too strong to scare the boy off.  So I said cautiously:

"Some."

"Have you done it?"

"A few times."

I said it as if it was some everyday occasion and the whole subject bored
me. But John was visibly excited and he continued pushing through:

"With girls or boys?"

That was the moment of truth. What should I say? What was he expecting to
hear? I reasoned that if John was interested in girls, then the most we
would have is some idle talk. And if I scare him by expressing my interest
in boys, then so be it - it's not that I would be losing anything. So I
said matter- of-factly:

"Boys."

John's eyes lit up, which must have meant I hit the jackpot. And he
confirmed:

"Cool!"

And with no further chit-chat he suggested:

"Wanna fool around together?"

John was very eager. I was too, but hopefully wasn't showing it as clearly
as John was.

"You sure you want to?" I said as if giving him the last chance to bail
out.

John nodded. It was time to take initiative in my own hands. I stood up and
said:

"Okay, let's go."

"What, now?" John sounded a little unsure as he realized it wasn't just
empty talk anymore:

"Yes, now." I said firmly "Do you have a place?"

"Our cabin is empty." He offered a lot less eager that just a minute ago.

"Well, show the way."

John looked up at me. Then he shrugged as if tossing away all doubts,
jumped to his feet and said:

"Okay, let's go."

The resort we were staying was of a luxury sort. The accommodation
consisted of individual cottages with two bedrooms each designed for two
couples or a family with children. I had a whole room to myself in the
cabin we lived in and I assumed John enjoyed the same arrangement. We
entered his cottage and his room and it became clear he slept there by
himself and also that they just arrived: there was an open half-empty
suitcase sitting on one of the beds and cloths scattered all over.

I tossed my flip-flops while John closed the door. He turned and looked at
me with a "What now?"  question in his eyes.

"Get undressed." I commanded John and then followed my own command.

My swimming trunks was the only piece of clothing I had on, so by the time
John pulled off his t-shirt I was standing their stark naked. For some
reason I didn't feel shy or awkward. In fact I felt rather confident and
ready to take charge even if I didn't imagine what or how would happen
exactly.

John looked at my proudly protruding tool and commented:

"You don't have any hair."

I glanced down.

"No." I confirmed. "Why? Do you like having hair in your mouth?"

"Nooo." John replied puzzled by my question.

"Then you should be glad I don't have any hair down there."

John was totally confused by my cryptic remarks:

"Why?"

"Because you won't get any hairs when you suck my dick." I explained.

"I won't suck your dick." John said quickly.

"Of course you will." I said as firmly as I could.

"No, I don't want to." John protested.

I sensed weakness in his voice and acted surprise:

"What do you mean, you don't want to? It was your idea to fool around."

"But," John's voice was pleading "but, I've never done it..."

"Well, then today is your lucky day as you would have to taste dick for the
first time" I announced solemnly.

"But I don't know how..." John whispered in a resigned voice.

"It's easy and you gonna love it."

I took John's hand and ushered him to the bed where I sat him with his back
against the headboard. I stood on my knees in from of John and put hands on
his shoulders. I pushed him down until his head was level with my
crotch. John didn't protest any more - he accepted my dominance and was
resigned to take whatever I had in store for him.

I propped my dick with fingers, so it was perpendicular to my body and
started moving my torso toward John's face. I wanted to get right into his
mouth, but for a reason I myself couldn't understand I stopped right in
front of John's lips not touching them, but only barely.

John's attention was focused on the tip of my cock - I could see his eyes
crossed. Then he started saying something. His lips moved forward a tiny
bit, but that was enough to make contact. He planted a peck on the head of
the dick and froze probably uncertain of what to do next. I wanted to
encourage John, but didn't know what to say. After a short while John began
to work his lips around the head of my dick slowly getting more and more of
it inside his mouth. Soon enough his lips climbed over the edge and the
entire head was in the mouth. For the first time in my life! This though
alone was almost enough to make me climax! Almost, but not quite. So once
again we both froze, both not knowing what to do next.

After a few seconds of this stand still I started pushing forward looking
for extra stimulus to bring me over. At the same time John launched an
attack of his own. First his tongue rose in front of my dick and then it
pushed back with the tip trying to get inside the opening on top. I
immediately retaliated by discharging my big gun into the intruder. That
caught John off guard.  He was clearly surprised if not by the fact that
someone shot sperm into his mouth, then certainly by how fast it
happened. Probably without realizing what he was doing, John swallowed
several times and none of my load went to waste.

John opened his mouth and looked up at me with a "what did just happen?"
expression. I smiled reassuringly.

"Whoa! That was..." John couldn't find the right word "wow."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

After a short pause John said:

"Yeah, I actually did. It tasted kinda weird, but I liked it."

Then after another short pause he added in a slightly concerned voice:

"It won't make me sick or anything, will it?"

"No," I chuckled "it's actually good for you."

I said it as if I was an expert and John seemed satisfied.

"It happened so fast..." he said.

"Usually it doesn't, but I'm super horny."

And I really was. My dick was still as hard as a rock and I was ready for
encore. I began to lean forward, but suddenly a different idea came to my
mind. I moved back, sat on my knees to the side of John and grabbed his
shorts. John smiled and raised his hips. I pulled off his shorts and briefs
and glanced at his treasure. John's equipment was about the same size as
mine, but he did have a small patch of black pubic hear at the base of his
cock. His boner was as hard as mine, if not harder.

"Are you going to suck me now?" John asked slyly.

"Better."

"Better?"

"Much better" I said. "I'm going to give you another taste of that yummy
rod of mine, but from the opposite end."

"Huh?" John was puzzled.

"I'm going to fuck your ass, silly." I stated as a matter of fact. "Turn
over."

The smile on John's face was quickly replaced by a look of concern.

"No, I don't want to." John said in a quiet voice.

"Look," I said "you didn't want to suck my dick either. But then you did
and you liked it. So clearly, you don't really know what you want. And
until you do, only what I want matters. So move now, turn over."

It sounded very logical to me. At least at that moment it did. But John
hesitated. Still, I must have had enough authority in my voice, so he
slowly started turning on his side.

"But it's gonna hurt." John said nervously.

"It will." I confirmed. "But nothing you can't take and it will make it all
more pleasurable in the end. Now come on, move faster."

And with these words I spanked John on his raised butt-cheek. I didn't hit
hard, but the sound of the slap was a lot louder than I expected.

"Ouu" John cried.

But I could hear in his voice that he was faking it. Still he moved faster
and was now lying on his belly.

"Come on, raise your ass. On your knees!"

I slapped his other bun lightly and my dick jerked when my hand made
contact with John's skin. John didn't protest and raised himself. He stood
on all fours and looked at me from under his armpit.

"Maybe another time?" John offered.

"No. Now." I said firmly and positioned myself behind him.

But now I had a problem: I was looking straight at John's butthole and it
was tightly closed. And I didn't know what to do and how to get in. I poked
the wrinkled curtain with my finger and it sort of gave in. I felt
encouraged. I thought of using lube, but didn't know exactly what to use or
where to get it. Besides, I didn't want to break the moment for fear that
John will escape from under my spell and I will not get him in such a
promising position ever again. So I improvised: I thoroughly moistened my
finger with saliva and slowly pushed it through the center of the
hole. John grunted, but appeared okay.

"Is it in?" he asked the pillow in from of him.

I decided the question was more likely directed at me and not the pillow:

"No, that's just my finger."

"Oh," there was a tone of disappointment in John's voice "I thought, that
was it."

"You are so clenched that I can't possibly get in. Relax!"

I gave John's butt another slap.

"Ohh..." John exhaled softly.

I sensed he was enjoying the light spanking I was giving him. I certainly
liked it and my dick jerked every time my hand landed on John's butt. I
slapped him again. This time I noticed something. On contact John's
sphincter clenched tighter and squeezed my finger even harder.  But a
moment later it opened completely and I could even see the insides of
John's rectum. "This is my chance!" I though.

I withdrew my finger and positioned the head of my dick at the center.  I
slapped John's butt a little harder than before and immediately pushed
forward with my whole body.  It worked like a charm: the gates opened and I
wedged my cock right in preventing them from shutting again.

John cried loudly and leaned forward trying to unhook himself. But I moved
in unison with him and stayed in.

"Stop it! Stop it!" John cried.

"I'm not moving."

"Take it off..." John was sobbing now "Please..."

"No way!" I said "Not a chance!"

It sounded cruel even to me. So I added trying to sound comforting:

"Calm down. Relax and wait a little. The pain will go away and you'll start
enjoying it."

I didn't know if John believed me or not, but he froze. I did too and for
probably a whole minute we just stood there motionless and in silence only
occasionally interrupted by John's sobs.

Even though we weren't moving, my dick was slowly baking in John's hot
oven. Something would soon start to boil and spill. I wanted to get some
more action before that happened.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

John was completely silent, not even sobbing.

We waited a little more. And then right when I thought that it will be all
over very soon, John said:

"Do something."

"All right!" I though "Something does not necessarily mean "take it
off". Something means it's up to me."

And so I began to push forward slowly. John grunted and I stopped. He was
breathing heavily and I started to pull out.

"No, no!" John exclaimed "Don't pull out now."

That was quite a change in attitude. I was right after all and he started
to enjoy it. I resumed advancing, moving slightly faster this time. John
was mumbling again, but otherwise showed no signs of pain or discomfort.

Soon enough I was as deep inside John as the length of my dick would
allow. I stopped again breathing heavily myself.

"No, don't stop!" John exclaimed again "Push deeper."

"I can't..." I managed to exhale "I'm all the way in."

"Oh. Then do it again."

And so I did: pulled back and pushed forward. And then again. And
again. Faster and faster every time.

Somewhere in the middle of this back and forth John's arms gave in and his
upper body collapsed on the bed, his face buried in the pillow. If John was
grunting or screaming or moaning, I couldn't hear it, his voice completely
muffled. Even if it wasn't, I probably wouldn't have heard him anyway as
the only thing I could hear was the pulse of blood in my ears. I was about
to collapse myself.

I was holding John by the hips with my hands and at one time when I pushed
all the way to the end my right hand slipped. It flew under John and for an
instance I lost balance. I tried to hold on to something and my hand found
a hardwood twig protruding from John's body.  Instinctively I grabbed and
squeezed it and the moment I did, it started jerking violently in my
fist. John had an orgasm and a second later I was hit with my own.

Holding on to John's dick didn't help the balance and both of us fell on
the side both squirting sperm: I inside John and John all over the bed.

It took us a minute to recover, but finally I managed to sit and John
propped himself on the pillow.

"Liked it?" I asked.

"Yeah..." John was still breathing heavy. "It hurt in the beginning, but
then I liked it a lot."

"Told ya!"

"Yeah, I admit, you were right. It was great, although not at all what I
had in mind, when I suggested fooling around together."

"What did you have in mind then?"

"I thought we would jerk off together, maybe jerk each other. But this..."

"Like I said, you don't know yourself what you want. Listen to me, do as I
say and you'll be all set."

John didn't answer, but he smiled broadly. His eyes were fixed on my now
soft dick. I intercepted his glance and offered:

"Want to have another lick?"

"Nah," John replied "it didn't spend the last five minutes in the cleanest
of places."

"Speaking of which," I didn't know what carried me "I don't like fucking
dirty holes. I made an exception this first time, but for the next time
you'd better wash your ass thoroughly. It should be so clean you could eat
of it."

John gave me a long look. The smile vanished from his face. "Uh-oh." I
thought. I got a feeling I may have overdone it and John was getting mad. I
jumped of the bed, grabbed and pulled on my trunks.

"Time to go." I said.

The next second I was out of the door leaving John all alone to deal with
the mess we made on his bed.

      * * *

It wasn't that I purposefully tried to avoid John for the rest of the
day. Still, somewhat subconsciously I decided not to be in the places where
I was likely to bump into John, like at the pool or on the beach.  Instead
I roamed the back alleys of the resort usually complete deserted during the
day. And when there were no more spots for me to go, I went to our cabin,
took a shower, changed into shorts and a t-shirt and spent the rest of the
day reading - if only my parents could see me!

My folks came just in time for dinner and we went to the restaurant.  John
wasn't there. I don't know, if I was relieved by that, but I was certainly
hungry, so I grabbed some food and sat down at our usual table.  And then I
saw John walking in with, I assume, his parents. He immediately saw me too
and went straight up. "Uh-oh" I though. But John was very polite and
friendly, he said "Good evening" and "Bon appetit", he smiled and left us
in peace. Me in particular, as I decided that John wasn't mad about my
stupid bravado earlier today.

"A friend of yours?" my mother asked.

I told that his name was John, that I met him today at the beach, that he
must have just arrived, because I have never seen him before and that we
spent some time together. All truth, nothing but the truth, albeit not the
whole truth.

Later we bumped into each other at the deserts table.

"What do you usually do after dinner?" John asked casually.

"Ugh, I don't know... Sometimes I play video games at the arcade."

"Cool! Will you show me?"

"Sure" I said.

We quickly finished eating and went to the arcade straight from the
restaurant. The games were free, but not very good: not a lot of variety
and most of them were quite dated. In half an hour we tried them all and it
was clear that neither of us were into video games that night.

"Let's get out of here" John suggested.

We did, but didn't really know where to go or what to do.

"Do you think there are many people on the beach at this hour?" John asked.

"I don't know. Shall we go check?"

"Yeah, let's."

We went to the beach. There were not many people there, but there were some
- mostly resort stuff picking up trash, straightening beach chairs and
closing umbrellas.

"I thought nobody would be here" John said.

I sensed a tone of disappointment in his voice and it struck me - John was
looking for a secluded place where we would be all alone and it ought to
have something to do with sex. "Alright" I though, because I knew just the
place.

There was an unmarked and unlit path starting from behind the arcade
building and leading to a door in the fence surrounding the resort. The
door was always locked, but the fence itself was easily scalable.  On the
other side of the fence there was an abandoned house a short walk away. It
was almost completely surrounded by the unkempt tropical flora - so much
so, that it was completely hidden from any casual glances from anywhere in
the resort.

I didn't know what the original purpose of the building was, but at the
moment it was used to store old beach chairs, umbrellas and other stuff of
that sort. The door was locked of course, and all the windows were shut and
locked too. All, but one, which as I discovered, could be easily slid
up. It was a rather large two-story cottage; perhaps it used to be owner's
or manager's residence. The first floor was nothing special, but the second
one had a large balcony with the commanding view of the resort's territory,
the beach and the ocean beyond.

I made the place my secret hideout. I didn't go there during daytime,
because I didn't want to stumble upon any resort workers there. But in the
evenings... My parents would usually go to the resort's casino and I was
once again left to my own devices. So I would go into this cottage, put up
a beach chair and sit on the balcony admiring the view and... masturbating
of course. You didn't really think I was sneaking out there to play violin
under the stars, did you?

"Let's go. I want to show you something" I told John.

"What?"

"You'll see. Let's go."

I took John to my secret place; we sneaked into the house and got to the
balcony.

"Uh, wow!"

That was all John could say. I totally understood him - the moon was young
and small, but the stars were bright and the view in front of us was truly
amazing.

I sat in my usual chair and told John to pick another one and sit next to
me. He did and for the next five minutes or so we sat there in silence,
gazing into the starry sky above us and the endless ocean in front.  And
then with no intro or anything John said:

"Could we do it again?"

I instantly knew what he was referring to. I was hoping we'll get to the
subject somehow. Otherwise I wouldn't have invited him to my secret
hideout. Still, I gave him a long look and said:

"What, exactly?"

"All of it!"

There was no delay in John's reply, but I took my time giving him another
long look. He was visibly nervous sitting there and clutching the armrests
of the chair, looking back at me anxiously waiting for my agreement. I
stopped the torture:

"Sure."

I made an inviting nod pointing toward my crotch with eyes. Before I could
raise my eyes to check John's reaction, he was down on his knees in front
of me pulling the zipper of my shorts. I started raising my hips and the
shorts and underwear slipped off me as if my skin was coated with
Teflon. My dick was rock hard and oozing pre-cum. For a moment I saw stars
reflection on its smooth head and then the reflection, and the head itself,
disappeared in the abyss of John's mouth.

I suspected John enjoyed our morning session and I was fairly confident I
would be able to talk him into at least giving me another blowjob, but this
display of eagerness and enthusiasm surprised me quite a bit. Still I was
smart not to raise any objections and just sat there slowly rolling up my
t-shirt.  John opened with the same thing he did earlier in the day: while
keeping the head of my dick in his mouth he licked it with the tongue
probing the orifice at the top.  This time, however, it didn't produce an
immediate orgasm and I had time to truly enjoy the ramp up of pleasure.

After about a minute of this slow play John decided to try something
different. He started to eat up the length of my dick getting it deeper and
deeper inside his mouth.  Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered an
unfortunate experience I myself had in a similar position, and I started
thinking that I should warn John about gagging. However, my brain was too
relaxed and immersed in pleasure to form rational thoughts at any
reasonable rate. And so it was too late - John choked and let go. I began
to withdraw, but John quickly recovered and stopped me. He even bit me
slightly. I decided to let him be in control and he was. He advanced on my
cock again and this time it seemed he grasped the mechanics of the process
- with no further problems John sucked in the entire length of my dick and
flattened his nose against my hairless pubic area.

And then he stopped. I don't know if John used the pause to catch his
breath, but I was certainly catching mine. I gasped and exhaled as if I was
sucking something in myself.

After a couple of seconds John moved his head back and soon enough the head
of my dick was in the front of John's mouth. There it was greeted by the
tongue, which patted and inspected it all over like a doctor checking
someone returning from a hazardous place for possible injuries. I passed
the physical with flying colors and was cleared for another trip, which
commenced immediately.

And so my dick travelled the now familiar road along John's throat and once
again I felt his nose pressing on my belly. John wiggled his whole head
left and right around the axis, which was my penis. Was he trying to take
in another fraction of an inch, which my dick was lacking? I didn't know, I
didn't care.  John's nose rubbed my erogenous zones giving me previously
unexperienced pleasures. My dick jerked a couple of times hitting the roof
of John's mouth or something further down his throat. John made a sound and
I wasn't sure whether it was of pain, discomfort or pleasure. I wanted to
check his expression, but couldn't see his face as John never withdrew and
was still pressing his head firmly into my lower body. And then I saw his
hands giving me thumbs up and that caused my dick to jerk and hit John's
insides some more. Another unclear sound from John followed by more nose
rubbing. Now I was making sounds similar to his, only mine were louder and
hopefully more clearly conveying the pleasure.

John moved his head back and I was ushered into Dr. Tongue's office. I was
sure I will pass the physical again and will go on another deployment,
which would likely be my last as I was quickly approaching the point of no
return getting ready to explode and fill John's mouth with my cum. But a
strange thing happened: after just a couple of pats on the head of my dick,
John opened his mouth and let it slip out. I also opened my mouth to make a
"What the hell?" inquiry. But before I could, John stuck his tongue out and
so very gently touched that small rope that runs between two halves on the
underside of penis's head. So instead of "What the hell?" a long
"Oooooooooh" escaped my mouth.

John ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of my dick to where it
was connecting to the ball sack.  And then in one gulp he got both my balls
in his mouth and started playing with them. It turned out John's tongue
possessed many talents: besides being a good doctor it was an expert
juggler too.  Granted there were only two balls and he never let go of
them, but I liked his performance all the same.

I looked down and saw that John's eyes were closed. The head of my dick
rested in his right eye socket and the stars reflection was even brighter
now that the dick was thoroughly wet from John's saliva.  Suddenly John
opened his eyes and I felt eyelashes brushing against the super-sensitive
surface. John's eyes met my gaze and he began to smile, I think. It must be
hard to smile when your mouth is filled with someone's balls - I felt teeth
sinking into the skin of the ball sack.  John quickly realized what he was
doing and opened his mouth letting my balls fall out before the biting
became unpleasant. Without breaking eye contact he retraced the route along
the shaft with the tip of his tongue and swallowed my dick again. I was
ready to enjoy another meeting with John's tongue and then a trip down his
throat, but John spat my dick out as quickly as he gulped it in. He looked
up:

"I also want you to fuck me, but will you be able, if I make you cum in my
mouth now?"

"Of course, I will" I replied trying to put confidence in my voice.

The truth was that I was not at all sure about my abilities. I was on a
verge of the third orgasm for the day and I never had more than two
before. Still I didn't want to interrupt the good thing going. John seemed
to have bought my confidence and went back to work on my dick.

"You know" I said "for a better taste you should take my cum on the tongue
and not deep in your throat."

I had my reasons to suggest that. John looked up again and smiled slyly:

"Then tell me when..."

And with these words he got my cock in the mouth. Once again I was greeted
by Dr. Tongue and judging by the number of hugs and kisses it planted on my
dick, I was upgraded from a patient to a good old friend. At first I
thought I would never go check the back of John's mouth again as the
passionate welcome party seemed to have no end. But after I minute the head
of my dick was patted on the side one last time and I was moving down the
familiar slippery path. How much did I wish my penis had grown even an
eighth of an inch longer so I could conquer a little bit of new
territory. It appeared John wished for the same thing as his nose rubbed my
pubes harder than ever. Despite it being same old thing I felt my stamina
was evaporating fast and I wouldn't last much longer. I was about to tell
John to pull out, but he was doing it already.

I got back in front, but this time there was no physical, no hugs and no
kisses. The head of my dick simply rested on the tongue and nothing was
moving for what seemed an eternity. Then John tightly locked his lips
around the shaft of my cock and started sucking the air. Only there was not
much to suck until John broke the lips seal. I felt the rush of air on my
dick and like a dry leaf picked by the wind it was propelled deep
inside. Then there was nose rubbing again. But there was something new too:
ever so slightly John bit the base of my cock several times. That was more
than I could stand.

"It's coming" I managed to whisper through heavy breathing.

I was determined to hold on for a few more milliseconds needed to get back
to the front. And I did!  Once again I was resting on John's tongue and to
my great surprise I was still holding. Then John gently poked the head of
my dick from underneath and I exploded with the most powerful orgasm of my
life.

I didn't cum as much as I thought I would. I secretly hoped to overload
John and see my cum leaking from the corner of his mouth. Alas, it didn't
happen. John hungrily gobbled all of it and not a single drop escaped. "Oh
well," I thought "there ought to be another time."

I was spent. John released my half-soften dick from the confines of his
mouth and it was getting smaller by the moment. I was so obviously
spent... I would've collapsed, if I haven't been half-sitting, half-lying
in the chair already. I stretched my legs and kicked off the shorts and
undies that were hanging around my ankles all this time. John looked at my
crotch and sighed quietly.  Still I heard it and sensed a hint of
disappointment. "Let's be fair" I thought "this is your doing also."  But I
didn't say it loud. I didn't want to disappoint John. More importantly, I
really wanted to fuck him.

"Just give me a minute" I said.

He looked away.

"Get undressed" I added, realizing that he still had all his clothes on.

John shrugged, but proceeded with removing his things. In less than half a
minute he was totally naked and sat down in the chair next to mine. I
looked at him: it was John's turn to reflect the stars in the shiny smooth
head of his. He was rock hard and I was feather soft.

"Just give me a minute" I repeated.

He looked back at me and then turned his eyes to the sky and gazed the
stars for a while. Then I heard him say:

"And I even washed myself down there, like you told me."

There it was! Somehow this innocent (OK, not so innocent given the context)
remark stirred me up and I sensed a wave of new excitement coming my way. I
couldn't afford to pass it; I had to ride it all the way.  I said:

"Oh, yeah, let's see then."

"You won't see nothing. It's too dark."

Still he shuffled down to lay on the back and raised his legs and butt. It
was my turn to kneel in from of John and I was there in a flash.

"You're right" I said "it is too dark to see. So let's test it."

"Huh?"

Before John could say anything else, I put index finger of my right hand in
the mouth and moistened it with saliva. Then in one swift motion I shove it
all the way up John's ass. John flinched, but didn't withdraw and didn't
object. I moved my finger back and forth several times and rolled it along
the hot walls of John's insides. Then I took the finger out, leaned forward
almost lying on top of John and offered the finger to him:

"Lick it!"

With no hesitation John licked my finger several times then put his mouth
around it and sucked for a couple of seconds. That did it for me - I felt
my dick was full of life and ready for action again. John released my
finger:

"See..."

"No, you see!" I interrupted and pointed at my hard member.

John looked and smiled broadly:

"Well, what are you waiting for? Stick it in!"

"Right on!"

With these words I positioned my dick at John's backdoor entrance and
pushed the button. At first nothing happened, so I pushed
again... harder... I guess, my small head was still pretty slippery from my
cum and John's saliva. So it felt like the door swung open all of a sudden
and I fell right in propelled by my own weight. I went as far as my
personal limits would allow. And the fucking began.

I was doing a poor job, I'm sure. I guess I was afraid my boner won't last
long, so I didn't want to waste a single moment. I was also afraid that if
I pull all the way out, I won't make it back in again. So I was making
fast, abrupt, short strokes, which, judging by John's hissing through the
teeth, caused him quite a bit of discomfort, if not pain. Still I couldn't
do anything about it - I was in frenzy.

After some time John got used to the horrible style. The hissing stopped
and was soon replaced with soft moaning. Suddenly I realized that John is
now actively participating in the process - he periodically clenched his
sphincter and squeezed my cock. I don't know whether it was a reflex or a
controlled action, but the timing was perfect. John would squeeze once at
the point of maximum penetration, when his own balls were pressed inside my
belly. And he would squeeze again right at the moment after I would stop
the pullback and before the next push forward.

Soon enough I started relying on these nudges. I trusted the squeezes to
stop me from falling out. I relaxed. My strokes became longer, the pace -
steadier, which lead to increased pleasure for both of us.  John's moaning
was now louder and I was moaning too.

The beach chair was most certainly not designed for what we were doing in
it. Still our bodies managed to adjust and find a more or less comfortable
position. John was arched on his back with legs up in the air and crossed
behind my back. I was stretched between them supported by the toes on the
ground and arms clutching the seat on either side of John's chest. If you
could remove John from the picture, it would look like I was doing pushups
on a slanted surface. My t-shirt, which I never got to take off, rolled
down and covered John's dick.

This was an exhausting exercise. I only hoped that my physical strength
would last until the orgasm arrives. It was approaching - I felt it, but
still, how many pushups can you do? I didn't count. I couldn't have, even
if I wanted to. I didn't even know what I wanted at that moment. On one
hand I wanted this to never end - so much I enjoyed it. On the other hand I
wanted this to be over - so intense was the pleasure.

And then it hit me. It was a dry orgasm, but a powerful one
nevertheless. My arms and legs wobbled and I collapsed on top of John, I
may have even passed out for a second or two. Slowly my senses returned and
I once again became aware of the surroundings. The first thing I heard and
felt was John's heavy hot breath right into my ear. He appeared as
exhausted as I was. I sensed some movement down below and felt my soft dick
quietly slipping out of John's butthole. Then I realized that I was lying
in something warm, slippery and sticky.

That was unexpected! I hoisted myself up and looked at John's chest and
tummy. I didn't see anything.  John noticed my puzzled expression.

"Ugh, sorry, that was me" he said.

I was still perplexed:

"What were you? What is it?"

"My cum, of course, what else? Your t-shirt covered my disk, so when you
hit your orgasm and I hit mine, I shot my load right into it."

"Wow!" I said.

"Sorry about that. You can take my t-shirt" John offered.

The sperm was already drying up producing a pleasant cooling effect on my
skin.

"Nah" I said "I'll keep it as a souvenir."

"Mm, and I don't have a souvenir like that" John said teasingly.

"Okay, next time I will squirt on your t-shirt."

"Nah, I prefer your souvenirs inside me. Although last time, I didn't get
any..."

"Don't you dare complaining!" I exclaimed. "You got three today!"

"That's true" John chuckled.

We helped each other up and dressed. Then we got out of the abandoned
cottage and back to the resort. The only thing I desired was to get to bed
and sleep. John must have wanted the same thing, so we quickly said
good-nights and went to our cabins.

If anybody saw me back then - I hope nobody did - they must have thought I
was or drunk, or high, or both. My legs were wobbly and I couldn't walk in
straight line, my sleepy eyes were half-closed and I had an absent-minded
smile on my face. Still I managed to get to my room and literally collapsed
on the bed.  I must have been fast asleep before I hit it.

      * * *

The following morning I woke up wondering about the events of
yesterday. Did it really happen or did I dream it all up? Then I caught a
faint, but still very distinct smell of semen coming from the t-shirt I
still had on me. So it was real! I smiled. I felt rested and full of
energy, but very-very hungry. I was looking forward to a hearty breakfast
and more sex with John.

And then... I sat in bed. I remembered - today was my last day at the
resort. As if this terrible fact needed any confirmation, I heard a knock
on the door and my mother's voice said:

"Wake up and pack your things. We are ready to go for breakfast and we are
leaving shortly after."

I jumped on my feet. I had to go find John and... Do what? I sat back on
the bed. "Why didn't I meet you on the first day?" I thought.

I packed my stuff and went to the restaurant with my parents. John wasn't
there. I decided I had to find him and at least tell I was leaving. I
quickly finished breakfast and ran off telling my parents I would meet them
at the cottage.

I ran to John's cabin. It appeared empty. I knocked on the door, but nobody
answered. I ran to the beach. I ran to the pool, to the arcades and even to
the hideout I showed John yesterday. John was nowhere to be found. That was
it - I slowly walked to my place. And then when I was passing the
restaurant, I saw John coming out. He saw me too. He smiled and waved.

"Hi" John greeted me.

I said the stupidest thing in return:

"Have you had breakfast already?"

John looked at me slyly and his smile became wider.

"Yes," he said "but I can go for another milkshake."

He pointed with his eyes in the direction of my penis. It took me several
seconds to get what he meant.

"Yeah," I said "I wish I could make one for you, but I can't. This is my
last day here and we are leaving in like fifteen minutes."

The smile disappeared from John's face.

"Oh," he said "why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

"I don't know... I forgot... I wasn't thinking straight after all we
did..."

"Yeah, after all we did..." John echoed my words.

We stood there in silence. And then we said our goodbyes and we exchanged
email addresses and we wowed to stay in touch, but even then I knew we
wouldn't. Not in a long run, anyway.

Later I was sitting on the plane replaying the events of yesterday in my
mind. I couldn't help but wonder how easily John handled my cock. How he
satisfied me in all possible ways and at the same time derived similar
pleasures for himself. Was this ease a beginner's luck or the skill of a
professional? Was he really a naive first-timer obeying my commands or was
he an experienced trouper who expertly manipulated me to get what he
wanted? I smiled. It didn't matter. Either way John managed to turn a
pretty dull vacation into one I'm not likely to forget. "And if I do," I
thought "there will always be this t-shirt to remind me."