Date: Sun, 02 Jul 2006 19:11:06 +1030
From: JS Tynilla <yellow_ice66@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Wet Vacation: Chapter One

	I felt slightly queasy and my stomach felt uneasy as I grudgingly tried to
groom myself in front the mirror. I hated family vacations. Why? Because
they were boring and they were always the same every year. I'm 13 now; I
should be old enough to make my old decisions.
	"Jude!" I heard my mum call from down the stars. "Hurry up, we want to get
out of here in ten minutes."
	I rolled my eyes and continued to spike up the tips of my short, black
hair. I wanted to look the nice, since another family was to join us on our
vacation. I looked in the mirror and saw the same reflection staring back at
me, the same reflection which always stared back when I prepared myself to
go out with the girls on the weekend: the short, spiked up hair, hazel eyes
and a nice figure, according the girls at my school anyway.
	I dawdled into the bathroom, washed and dried my hands and hurried down the
stairs and into the waiting car which would take me on the beginning of a
new journey in my life.



	"Hi there!" the plump lady stared down at me and kissed me on both sides of
my cheek. "You must be Jude."
	"Yes," my mum answered for me, who happened to be standing right next to
me, unpacking the luggage.
	"I've heard so much about you!" she shrieked, now shaking my hand
vigorously.
	I forced out a smile, wondering what my parents had told her about me.
	"We are going to have a fantastic holiday, I just know it!" the lady
continued. "I'm Mrs. Harris, call me Pam, this is my husband Don, and our
son Stephen."
	I gave each of them a friendly nod and a faint smile as she introduced them
to me.
	"Stephen's only two years older than you; I'm sure you'll get along just
fine and have fun for the next few days. Why don't you two go get to know
each other a bit better?"
	I hesitated; I wasn't too good with meeting new people, especially this
quick, but Stephen broke the tension.
	"You wanna go for a walk.. along the beach maybe?" he asked.
	"Um, sure," I answered.
	Soon, we were walking along the fine sand of Ripfall Beach, about a kay
from our motel, talking about our hobbies, interests and other such things,
until Stephen took the conversation to the next level.
	"So, you got a girlfriend?" he asked.
	"Not right now," I said, "We broke up a couple of weeks ago." I was
slightly surprised by his openness, especially when we had just met less
than fifteen minutes ago.
	"That sucks," Stephen said, and I returned the question to him.
	"Nope," he said quietly. "Never have."
	Predictable, but I tried to sound empathetic.
	"Oh, why not?"
	"I.. err.. I dunno really. Just haven't had much luck."
	It was what I had predicted. Stephen was exactly the opposite of me. He had
a slightly plump build, just like his mother, and wore a pair of thick,
heavy spectacles. He was definitely someone that wouldn't attract most
girls.
	"I think we should be getting back," Stephen said, turning slightly red as
he spoke. "I'm getting hungry. Our parents said we would be going out to a
restaurant for dinner nearby."
	"Yeah, that sounds cool," I said, as I followed him up from the beach
towards the hotel.


	I could feel Stephen's eyes constantly watching me while I ate. It was
uncomfortable but I enjoyed the attention I was getting, given the fact that
we were the only kids on this vacation. I had started to feel a slight
attraction towards Stephen, something I had not ever experienced in my life.
He wasn't like the other boys at my school in a way; he was rather
different.
	We continued to talk about topics of interest such as movies and sports
(even though Stephen didn't like sports) over the dinner table.
	"So what do you wanna do tonight?" he asked, maybe a bit too abruptly.
	"Well, what's there to do?" I asked.
	Was he suggesting something? Surely not, our parents would be around!
	"Well, we could go swimming at the beach or the pool, watch a movie, play
table tennis, whatever."
	"I don't mind, your call."



	In the next fifteen minutes, we found ourselves inside the changerooms of
the heated indoor pools. It did occur to me that Stephen felt rather
uncomfortable getting undressed in front of me, so I tried to not to look at
him. We quickly got changed into our swimwear and headed to the water. I
noticed that Stephen looked slightly different, and realised he had removed
his glasses. We made huge cannonballs as we jumped in and received dirty
looks from the patrons of the motel who were also using the pool. We raced
each other a couple of times across the pool, with me winning each race and
Stephen paddling behind, out of breath. We splashed around for the next
half-hour, until slowly the other patrons began to finish up and leave.
Stephen and I were the only ones in the pool, apart from a few others.
	"You wanna go into the spa?" Stephen asked, obviously worn out and tired
from all the fun.
	"Yeah," I said, following him into the spa across the pool.
	As we got in, it was nice and hot, much relaxing than the pool, although it
was rather compressed. We sat there for the next two minutes before Stephen
started with the questions again.
	"Why did you break up with your girlfriend?"
	"What have you done with her?"
	"How far have you gone?"
	The questions seemed endless, although I answered them honestly.
	"Do you jack off?" he blurted. He wasn't all red like before at the beach.
	"Yeah," I answered.
	"Yeah same, me too."
	I felt my dick slowly rise, showing a visible bulge in my board shorts.
Luckily, the rapid bubbles of the spa covered it.
	"I haven't done it in a while, you know?" Stephen said. "God, I feel like
just doing it here."
	I nodded and smiled.
	"Ever jack off over guys?" he asked.
"Nope," I said.
	This question slightly shocked me, as I had never jacked off over guys, let
alone tried anything with them. But now, I probably would, as I have grown
an attraction towards Stephen.
	 "Ever thought about it?" he asked. Before I could answer, I felt his leg
brush past mine and press his foot against my boner.
	"You're hard," he said, letting out a grin.
	This time I was the one who turned red.
	He started to rub his foot up and down my boner, which was now as hard as
ever. He kept doing this as I let out a groan, and he pressed harder. He
then slipped his foot off and moved closer towards me. I opened my mouth as
he invited his tongue into mine as he felt my firm chest and moved slowly
down onto my raging boner. Then he broke the kiss.
	"Let's continue this in the steam room," he said.
	I nodded and we headed out into the steam room which was directly opposite
from us, where luckily nobody saw our boners.
	As we entered, Stephen removed his board shorts and speedos and showed his
clearly visible 7inch erection. I gasped, amazed by its size.
	"You like it?" he asked.
	"Yeah," I said nodding.
	"Then suck it," he said.
	I lowered myself onto the floor as he sat on the bench, rubbing his boner
in front of my face.
	"Open your mouth, slut," he said as he drew my face towards it. I obeyed
and he forced my head onto his dick. I gagged and drew back but his hand
forced me back onto his boner. I moved my head up and down as I rubbed my
tongue on its head.
	"Watch the teeth!" Stephen yelled, as my teeth scraped against his head.
"Do it again and you'll see what happens."
	His aggressive and dominant tone was turning me on as I started to rub my
own dick, before he pushed it away with his foot.
	"Not yet."
	I continued to suck on his boner for the next minute or so. I was obviously
pleasing him a great deal as he thrust his head back as his moans continued
to grow louder and louder.
	"Suck my balls," he said, grabbing my hair and pushing it down towards his
hairy balls. He forced my face into them and I got a mouthful of pubic hair.
He began to jack off himself while I sucked on his balls.
	"I'm gonna cum, slut," Stephen yelled. He grabbed my hair again and forced
my face onto his thrusting dick. "Swallow every drop."
	I felt his cum spurt into my mouth and I willingly took it, swallowing it
down. Then another came and another; I couldn't swallow at the pace and
volume he was cumming so I pushed myself back, letting globs splatter onto
the floor. He grabbed my face and started to squirt the remaining drops onto
my face. Then he spat a huge gob onto my face. I reached for my dick once
again but he pushed me down onto his cum on the floor.
	"Lick it clean," he said, wiping his cum smeared hands on my back. I got
down and started to lick up the cum.
Suddenly, the door opened with a hiss.
	"Looks like you boys had some fun," a voice said.
	I looked up and saw a man, probably aged in his early fifties, who was
balding. He had a lot of hair on his body and legs, and I watched in awe as
his speedos dropped to the floor, exposing the massive monster which hid
beneath, the biggest which I had ever seen.
	"I'm sure you boys would want to help me out."

To be continued...

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