Date: Sat, 02 Dec 2006 20:07:02 +0000 From: fat uk Subject: Holiday 1 Usual stuff. Do not read if you are not old enough. Contains strong adult language and of a sexual nature between young males. If offended, please leave. Please, do not distribute in any way without my permission first. Please give feedback and enjoy the story, cheers. All my stories can be found on my website at www.chubstories.byethost7.com Holiday - Meeting for the first time I am Mike and I am writing this aged 20 years and in England. I am gay and am living with a gorgeous guy in Manchester. I love him deeply, but that is not what this story is about. I was 12 when I had my first gay experience, if you could call it that. I knew I was gay, or at least knew I fancied boys, from the experience onwards. Why? Well, when I was invited to a casual friend's shed to have a wank I jumped at the chance. I had just started jacking off so the chance to share the act with a friend, talk about it, and well do it, I wanted any excuse to do it at that age, so I accepted the offer. We went in the shed and dropped our pants round our ankles. He had a nice cock now I think of it. About 3 and a half inches, big for his age, and he had just the smallest tuft of pubes above the shaft. We started wanking and I could not take my eyes off his cock. He noticed and took the opportunity to ask me if I knew what a blow job was. I said sure. He asked if I wanted to try it. I said ok, thinking he meant he would give me one. Instead he said I give him one first and then he would give me one. Fair enough. I dropped to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth. I sucked on it, literally, like a lollypop. He came soon after I started, but no sperm came out. He sucked me off too, sucking the tip like I did. It was our first blow job, so pretty amateurish and well, not very good now I know better. He knows better too. I met him not so long ago after, first time since year after what happened in the shed. He is now a regular in a drag act in a gay bar in town. Not my scene, I am as "straight acting" as they come, I think, with one exception, of course, I suck cock. Oh well. We never did anything else after that first time, and I am not sure why. My second gay experience came about two years later. And this is the story I am going to tell you. I was 14 when I travelled to Cyprus. It was a so called package holiday, where you pay the travel agents to arrange the flights, connections, hotel and all that. This basically translated as going to a country that has lots culture and history, but spending the whole time in the hotel by the pool, eating chips and drinking watered down beer going red as a lobster. Millions of British families go on millions of these holidays every year. They are all the same, all that changed was the currency and the language. The hotel would be the same as all the others, too much fake marble and fake smile from the staff. I would not get to sample anything other than the same boring routine every day and every night. Same restaurant for the meal, and then on to the same bar for the rest of the night. The only thing that I had looked forward to was the cheesy pop music repeated endlessly on a Cd and the cheap local spirits (mum let me drink from the age of 13, "coz you'll do it anyway, least this way I can keep a' eye on ya"). Made sense. Saved me having to give my cash to strangers and hope they were honest enough to buy me the beer and not fuck off with it. That happened a lot. I would get a decent tan after the sun burn had gone down; an ear infection like every other holiday I have been on; argue with my sister, fight with my brother and spend a lot of time on my on bored. Yawn. Not so this time though. This time ended up differently. Let me explain. As I have said, I always ended up falling out with my siblings. We were very different, so argued more than other brothers and sisters. I was intelligent, academically at least, liked to discuss subjects my peer group found boring and did not really enjoy sports. I did not make friends easily, years of bullying made sure I was isolated in school and introverted. I was fat and liked to read, newspaper or book, both were good. Oh, I was also gay, they were not. My siblings were the opposite. Perhaps smart but did not want to pursue smart conversation. They made friends easily were popular, thin and therefore good looking in other peoples' eyes. They enjoyed sports and did not give a shit about anyone but themselves. We did get on most times, don't get me wrong, but things got strained on holiday being in such close quarters most of the day. Basically, they made friends on holiday and went off to do their own thing while I stayed friendless in the hotel reading a book. Craig changed that though. I met Craig at the hotel on the second day. The day I arrived, my plane landed in the afternoon on the melting runway. Cyprus was going through a heat wave, when weren't they, I thought. The baggage handlers were striking about something, so we did not get to the hotel until late afternoon, so just spent the rest of the day checking out the hotel and going to get something to eat before turning in early. The hotel was nice by the way, 4 stars and a pool that looked really inviting in the heat. There was also way too much fake marble as usual. The room where we were staying was nice too. Small kitchen, balcony over looking the pool, bathroom with a shower, a bedroom with a double bed that my mum and sister shared, while me and my brother got the under the sofa bed and the single bed that came out from under that. Fair enough. We decided to take turns in the sofa bed as it was larger. I got it that first night. The next day, me and my brother woke up early, about 6 o'clock in the morning, and went down to the pool. We took a couple of extra towels with us to save a sun lounger for my mum and sister. The pool area was completely still when we got there, no one was around. It was light and already warm. We jumped in and had a swim. It felt really nice and we basically did some lengths of the pool and dived to the bottom of the deep end to see if we could touch the bottom. It was deep, almost 3 meters, my ears actually popped. Then we started jumping in to the pool while it was empty and we did not have to worry about splashing people. My green swimming shorts kept getting filled with air and parts of it floated to the top. My brother took the piss out of me, asking if I was saving my farts for later. We were getting ready to go back upstairs after about an hour of fooling around when a man appeared, another guest of the hotel. He was mid to late thirties with thinning hair, a flat stomach and dark skin from the tan. He said "morning" and introduced himself as Derek. He was wearing his swimming shorts and a vest. He then asked if it was our first day. We said "yeah, just checking out the pool". He asked our names and how old we were and we answered, "I am Mike, 14, this is Daz, he's 12." Daz is my brother. We share the same birthday but two years apart, weird huh? I suppose this is a good time as any to introduce Daz more. He is tall for his age, about the same height as me, with the same brown hair that grows thick and long, and blue eyes. We are pretty similar in look, people often say we look alike anyway. Difference is, he is slim and athletic, where I am fat and would rather watch TV than play football, but I like to walk though. "14 you say? My son Craig is 14 too. About time someone his age turned up, he is a bit bored hanging with me and his mum" Derek said to me, "you should meet him later if you come back to the pool" "Yeah, suppose so" I replied. I followed Daz back to our room on the third floor. We let ourselves back in to the room and we were met by mum. She asked where we had been, as if the wet shorts were not a total giveaway. She started cooking breakfast and started unpacking some more of the clothes and getting the sun lotion out. After having something to eat and waiting for my sister to get changed in to her costume, we went back downstairs with my mum and sister and went over to the sun loungers we had left our towels on. It was brighter now, and the sun was casting long shadows across the pool area. Our sun loungers were covered in sun rays though. The pool area was busier too, more families had come down and some kids were in the pool. I looked over to the other side of the pool where Derek had put his stuff when I met him earlier and my jaw nearly hit the floor. I could not believe I had not noticed him earlier. It was Craig, sitting on a lounger talking to his dad. Craig still had his shirt on and a pair of swimming shorts, a red cap and a pair of mirrored sunglasses. He was gorgeous. He looked about average height but well more than average weight, just the body type that got my dick hard in the changing rooms. His hair was red, not ginger, thank god, and his face was covered in freckles, and his nose was red and peeling. I definitely wanted to become friends with him. I watched him all that morning, Using my glasses to cover my staring eyes. He never took his shirt off, something I was gagging to see him do, He just sat on his lounger, talking to his dad or watching people in the pool. I had taken my shirt off and my mum applied cream to stop me burning. Pointless, as I always did. The heat was sweltering and I needed a drink. I asked my mum for 2 Cypriot pounds (before Euros) and went to get a drink. I was a fat guy so was a little conscious of walking round the pool shirtless, so kept my gaze ahead and walked quickly. This made things worse as my tits jiggled and my soft belly rippled. I went to the pool bar at the far end of the pool and queued up. To my surprise, Craig got in line beside me. "Hi," he said in a sheepish voice "my dad sent me up here to meet you" "Oh, huh huh," I said nervously, "he said something about meeting you this morning" "Yeah, sorry about that, he thinks that coz I am hear on my own I should make friends" "Fair enough." I said, "I am Mike by the way" "Oh soz, yeah, Craig" "How long you been here?" I asked "Four days. You?" "Arrived yesterday. Here for two weeks." "Me too. Staying on the second floor over there" He pointed to a balcony about one floor down and to the left of mine. We could practically have reached across and touched hands. Thankfully, it would come in handy being so close later in the week. We continued talking while we queued up, which was quite a long time as every one was as hot as us and wanted a beer or coke, while the bar staff was slow and kept messing up people's orders. We got on well, just talking about the holiday and what it was like round the area. He told me there was an arcade he disappeared to at night to get away from his mum and dad when they would get up and perform karaoke to each other. This close up, I could see more of Craig than I could before. He came up to my shoulder and his hair had just been cut short before he came away, I guessed. He had a chip in his front tooth, courtesy of a kid at his school I would later find out. He smelled of sweat and sun lotion, and his neck was bright red. His belly came over his shorts and his t-shirt was large enough to reach to his knees. His dad's no doubt. "You want a drink?" I asked when it was my turn to order. I had two pound and a can of pop was 50 cents. The other pound was for a big bag of crisp. "Thanks." He said with a grin that got my heart beating faster and my cock harder than it was in its semi-slumbering state. It had been semi-hard since he had walked over. We sat down at a plastic table to drink the pop. I shared the bag of crisps with him and we continued talking, our nervousness and sheepish tones all about gone. I could not believe how well we got on. That first morning, I spent about 2 hours talking to that handsome young man about anything and everything. My mum came over and asked who he was, saying hi and offering us another drink. We accepted and kept on talking. Looking back on it now that I am 20 and back in cold and rainy England, it was the best thing I did getting up so early and meeting Derek that morning, or I may never have met Craig and had a so-so holiday, rather than the most amazing time of my life as it turned out. I noticed wet patches forming on his t-shirt underneath his small tits that I wanted to suck on. Jesus, this boy was hot! "Fancy a swim to cool down?" I asked. "Sure, be good to, it is way to hot!" Cooling down wasn't the main reason I asked. Getting that shirt off him was. I had had the urge all the time we were talking to reach out and grab his belly. I didn't know why, this was long before I knew about the chub/chaser community and learned that many other guys had the same urge. I thought I was the only guy to fancy (other) big guys. Unfortunately for me though, Craig decided to keep the t-shirt on. We went over to the edge of the pool and I jumped in the deep end. My ears popped on the bottom and my shorts filled with air. I swam to the shallow end where Craig was heading, walking along the edge of the pool. He climbed in and immediately his head went under the water. He jumped back up and held on to the ledge. He was not a strong swimmer and would not let go of the edge of the pool. So you know, the shallow end of the pool was almost as deep as I am tall, so I could just stand up. If you wanted shallower, there was the kids' pool. Sounds weird, but I have been to a few other hotels in Greece that are the same way. "You alright?" I asked. "Yeah, just not a great swimmer that's all." He said, looking embarrassed. "Can you tread water?" I asked. "Nah, I can't swim at all. Won't let go of the edge when I am in here" He told me, lifting one side of his mouth and shrugging his shoulders slightly. I replied by raising my eyebrows and pursing my lips. "No worries, will teach you if you want. Just take my hands and push down on them, and kick your feet like this" I said as I treaded water. I offered out my hands. He grabbed for them and pushed down hard, I pushed up against it so he was supported. He had to tilt his head all the way back so he could breathe as he could not tread water well. After a few seconds he grabbed the side again and I saw the sheepish grin on his face at his achievement. "See, easy as piss" "Yeah, not to bad" "Wanna try again?" We tried again and again for about an hour, until he was treading water on his own, though he still had to tilt his head back and we stayed near the ledge. As we were talking and laughing during my swimming lesson, Crag told me he had not learned to swim because he feigned illness when swimming lessons took place at his school because the other kids took the piss about his weight. I empathised, I got the same shit at school too. Well, after leaving primary school, he never had anymore swimming lessons, so never learned. I was happy to help him learn. I was a good swimmer myself, even winning a race at a swimming gala at school. Back to the lessons. A few times, he went under the water and I was able to quickly grab his sides and pull him back up, feeling his soft skin beneath the t-shirt and wanting to feel more. My cock was hard soon after each grab of flesh and I had to wait to get out of the pool when my mum shouted me over to her. I left Craig treading water while I went to talk to my mum. "Were going for something to eat now," she said to me, "get your flip flops and t-shirt on" "Can't I stay here?" I asked. "No, get dressed" I complied with the demand and on the way out of the complex, stopped to tell Craig where I was going and that I hoped to see him later. He looked so cute trying so hard to tread water. I wanted to hug him and kiss him. Just thinking about it as I write this makes me feel the same thing. Outside the complex, there was a dirt track that led towards the main road of the resort. Along this road, all the bars and restaurants lined both sides. A shop was opposite the end of the dirt track, which was handy, and the bar cum restaurant next to it was called "The Love Boat". It was good food, and the footie was on, so my brother ignored us throughout lunch. My family had spent the day sunbathing, so the talk was mainly of what we were going to that night. I was thinking of Craig too much to listen to it. I just wanted get back to him. We paid for our bill and left, stopping at the shop for a bottle of water and the newspaper. I also grabbed FHM to read back at the hotel. It certainly wasn't for the pictures of semi-naked girls. I could honestly say I bought it for the articles. I went back to the hotel, straight to the pool area and straight to disappointment as Craig and his family had left the area. I looked up to his balcony, made a mental calculation to work out his room number, 27, as mine was 38. One down and one across. I was kind of hoping to see him there. He wasn't. I walked towards the steps that were external to the building and were supposed to be a fire escape, but doubled as a way of getting to your floor without going through reception. I heard a shout and looked about, then up towards Craig's balcony. There he was. All 12 stone of him. He had a smile on his face and his t-shirt was off. I could see why he wore it. His shoulders were red, I mean really red, and they needed to be covered. His shoulders were all I could see though, as he was leaning against the wall. "Enjoy your lunch?" "Yeah, was alright" I shouted back. "Where you go?" "Err...love boat...I think it was called. Just at the top of the road." "I know it. Good place at night. Except when my mum and dad sing karaoke." He grimaced with the memory of past horrors. I laughed. "By the way, you left your sunglasses by the pool. I got them here. Come get 'em" Didn't have to ask me twice! I started off. "Oi!", I heard Craig yell, "You need the room numb..." "27" I shouted, interrupting him. He looked taken aback at my sudden yell, probably also wondering how I knew the room number so already. He just shrugged his shoulders though and forgot about it. It told him later about that. He giggled when I told him it was because I was just thinking of the room number minutes before hoping I would get in there with him. I got to the room, knocked on and his mum answered. Her name was Margaret. I saw her earlier by the pool. She was a large woman, so I now knew where Craig got his portliness from. She had blonde hair and tanned skin. She was the same age as Craig's dad, I now know to be 38, and she was a really nice lady. Craig came to the door and handed me the glasses. Our hands brushed, and I had to remember to breathe. In the pool, our hand contact was hard, both of us pushing back. This was soft and tender. "Here you go," he said as he passed the glasses, "your lucky I found them and not some chaver" "Chaver?" "Like a yob" He told me. Another North East expression, they had confused me all day. Craig was a Mackem, from Durham, not too far from Newcastle. Sunderland is closer though. I was disappointed to also find he had put another t-shirt on. The boy was shy, to my great dismay on that first day. We talked a bit longer, before he had to go as the shower was free and his mum told him to get in before the hot water was all used up. I got hard as I walked back to my apartment, thinking of him naked, wet and soapy, needing a hand to reach all the nooks and cracks he couldn't get to! Later, in the shower, I had a quick wank to let out my frustrations. It did not take long to cum. I just wished it was Craig's mouth and not my hand. That night, I was to have my first sexual experience with chubby Craig. We went to the Love Boat again that night as there was a magic show on. Craig and his parents were there, to my joy and evidently his from the grin he gave me. He was dressed in a light pink shirt and green khaki shorts down to his knees. He was so fucking cute and sexy. What a tease! He just did not know he was. The night went like any other night goes when on them type of holidays. Craig and I were drinking cider all night, getting calls of "poof" from my brother and Derek. My mum, sister Sarah and Margaret got on rather well, chatting away, while Daz and Derek discussed football. Yawn. Craig and I discussed all sorts. I found out he also liked computers as much as I did and had no girlfriend, just kissed one once. Same as me. We talked about computer games, TV and school. He was also rather academic like me. He also had small boy boobs that I could make out through his thin shirt and a large apron that hanged over his shorts. I was chomping at the bit to fucking take him then and there! The cider was beginning to take effect and I was just getting hornier by the minute. Several times I came close to just reaching out and kneading his flesh in my hands, but resisted temptation. Around 10 p.m., we both needed a piss so we went to the toilet that was situated at the back of the building. To get to it, we had to go out a door, across a court yard and in to the small building. We went in and pissed. Both of us turned slightly away from each other at the urinal to hide our modesty, but I still tried to look. We did not speak at the urinal, or at all for the next 20 minutes. The building was rather dark as the light was out, with the only light coming from a floodlight in the yard, about 15 feet up the wall. As we were leaving, two Cypriot men, one wearing a bar staff shirt, the other a chef's apron, came out the back door and started kissing and touching each other through their pants. Craig and I stopped in the toilet and watched them. We giggled quietly. They turned towards the toilet, but because of the low light did not spot us and they began walking towards it, hand in hand. "Quick" I hissed, with a small giggle following it. We went quickly to the side of the one stall in the toilet. If they went in to the stall as I thought they would, they would not see us. They did go in the stall and did not see us. I knew the lock on the stall was broken, I had been to the toilet earlier in the evening and noticed it as I used it to piss due to the number of men at the urinal. We stayed to listen, for some reason, though could not hear much at first. Then we started to hear some faint grunts and sounds of movement. The grunts were emanating from the stall in rhythm to the movement we could hear. My cock was hard as a rock at that point, and I gave it a slight squeeze and rub. Craig was next to me, and must have felt my arm move as he looked down and my hand on my cock and then at me. I was shocked, and a little scared that he would think I was gay and be disgusted. I was gay, but still... I was even more shocked and surprised when he did the same to himself. We stayed there, rubbing ourselves a bit longer and listening to the two men fucking just feet away, when Craig suddenly began to creep forward and in front of the stall. He stopped there and looked at the door. The fucking continued and so I followed him. The door was ajar, about half way, and we could see the arse of the barman thrusting backwards and forwards, while the other arse pushed back. My cock was dripping like a fucked fridge. I was sure my boxers would be covered in precum. Curiously, Craig did not seem disgusted like other boys his age would. He stood transfixed. The two guys were fucking hard and fast. I could hear the slapping of the top's balls against the bottom's perineum and the sound conjured up images of deep thrusts in to his bowels, though I could not see it from where I was standing. Craig was stood next to me, his eyes had still not moved, though his hand was still rubbing his cock continuously through his shorts. I wanted to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, smell the musky scent of his balls and taste the salty precum I am sure he was drooling from his piss slit. Sweat was trickling down the side of his face and I could feel the heat coming off him. I was sure he would be bright red, but could not see clearly in that abysmal light. The speed of the thrusting increased, the sound of it bringing my focus back to what was happening and soon I was rubbing my cock very quickly through my pants. I was almost wanking. The man in the stall came and they stopped fucking. We quickly and quietly went back to our hiding place. The men emerged and kissed each other, before the one wearing the chef's apron left. The barman stayed for a piss, oblivious to us standing as still as possible not far from him. He must have been still recovering from the 20 minute fuck he just had. He soon left. I was jealous of what him, he had just fucked a guy, kissed him, felt his skin, his cock, his cum enter another male. I wanted to that with the cue, chubby boy next to me. I wanted to feel his body, taste his cum and sweat and hold him. If only he knew! Craig and I looked at each other, then he said "Just gonna go in the stall...take a piss". He disappeared in to the stall, but I heard no pissing, Just movement, wet slapping sounds and heavy breathing. I knew he was jacking off and the thought of it got me so hot. I looked through the door which was half ajar and saw his arm moving in front of him. His shorts were pulled slightly down passed his crack and I wanted to run my tongue up and down it while he wanked himself silly. I instead pushed my hand into my short and wanked like a mad man. I came around the same time as Craig. Not surprising really, we were both ready to pop by the time the guys had stopped fucking. He came into the toilet bowl. I noticed as I watched and listened to Craig wank that he used the technique of taking sharp breathes then holding it while stroking quickly. I now know that a lot of guys use this method and it always leaves them breathless, and sweaty and red faced in my experience. He also came using 3 squirts. When he finished, he stopped for about 10 seconds to catch his breath before exiting the stall, to find me with my hand down my pants and looking into the stall where he just wanked. Again, instead of looking disgusted as I thought he would, he smiled, revealing his chipped tooth and scrunching up his burnt nose. He breathed hard and deep. "FUCKING HELL" "Yeah," is all I could say. "We best get back, they'll be wondering where we are!" He said, before leaving the toilet building and back into the bar. I followed him, after making sure I had no cum on my pants. I was safe. No one seemed to notice how long we were gone either. A pool table was near the door to the courtyard, so they may have just assumed we were playing that. I never did ask them, maybe I will after writing this. As I said, that was my first semi-sexual experience with Craig, though others would say there was no semi about it. My current boyfriend says that too. However, my reasons for the semi part are that I never had any sexual contact with him, despite the strong urge to pump his cock for him, and that my sexual encounters with Craig after that were full blown, hot, heavy and often quick and dirty experiences...