Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2006 07:20:32 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: JO's BOYS - 15

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should never allow minors
access but you knew that anyway.

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL.

I should put this in as well: If my boy characters sound a bit smart for
their age then it's probably me coming through ... if they sound dumb then
that is clearly them.

Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to
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JO'S BOYS


PART 15 - CYPRIOT BREAK (1)


by


G. Cutter



Lorenzo

Here we were in a dusty old taxi which had seen better days trundling into
Famagusta. Yeah, we'd escaped the cold and the rain all courtesy our
beloved leader Jo. He'd actually treated myself, Anthony and Florian as his
main men as he liked to put it to a short break in Cyprus for the
Christmas. As he'd said the business was doing well and the more he spent
on us the less he had to declare to his shadowy backers down in the West
End. He used to say that he was autonomous but that's a funny word applied
to business, I looked it up in a dictionary and it's one of those words
that can mean anything. I suppose we're automonous and independent of the
USA but we certainly seem to jump through hoops when the dreaded Bush baby
cracks his whip. Never mind, perhaps things will change when Blair
departs. Anyway, enough of the juvenile politics.

I'd spend a great Christmas with Anthony and the family at home, we'd had a
load of our scouting mates around and had a right knees up. Not a sniff of
sex but I finished up sleeping between Anthony and Flo and we were so
knackered we'd slept like babes even if the wandering stiffy did seem to
prod my bum at odd hours through the night.

We were staying in Famagusta for the rest of the day (obviously) which was
the twenty seventh and returning on the morning of the thirty first which
should be a giggle. So we had four nights and three and a half days to have
fun. It wasn't stonking hot but the sun was out and everyone we saw were in
shorts and t-shirts. Jo had told us that the nights got cold but we'd each
got ways of keeping warm. That should be followed by a dirty laugh I
suppose.

He'd booked two double rooms which shared a bathroom so we'd be self
contained and looked to have some fun and maybe even swag some youthful
meat if any was laying around. We had the cameras although not for anything
other than capturing any stray moments decent enough for mum and dad to
view. The good news was that Florian's mum had finally met up with my mum
and dad and in the course of their conversation agreed to Florian moving
school and more or less donating his sweet body to the Boucher family. Both
he and I were well chuffed, what a great Crimbo present. I could shag his
sweet little bottom until he was seventy or thereabouts.

We got to the hotel and it all seemed to be pretty quiet, I was chuffed to
see through big glass doors at the end of reception they had a swimming
pool which presumably was restricted to guests. I glanced at Florian and he
gave me a grin, he did like his swimming that boy although he spent most of
his time oggling the passing talent. It would be a bit to much to swag on
the very first afternoon but one never knew one's luck, it had only just
gone lunchtime after all.

 Jo and the rest of us signed in and this rather dishy bellboy escorted us
to the lift and away we went to the second floor. Anthony was moaning about
having a splitting headache but it was probably his time of the month, I
wasn't feeling too lively myself but I knew that a nap with Flo would lead
to sex so we'd may as well have a shower and get down to the pool. On the
second floor the lift opened out onto a sort of open space and there was a
small open office marked up Floor Service and there another good looker of
the Cypriot or Arabic persuasion took over our couple of cases and escorted
us to our room. This one if anything was dishier than the first and I
wondered how many boys they had lurking around this place, I also noticed
Anthony giving him the old lovelorn look he does so well. The kid noticed
as well and gave Anthony a flashing mouthful of teeth and a little
pout. Who says young love ain't grand, of course it is.

The rooms were nice, they even overlooked the pool which was as we'd
suspected surrounded by the hotel on three sides and open to the wild blue
yonder on the other. There seemed to be a sprinkling of youngsters amongst
the families from what we could see from two stories up and I felt lucky,
let's face it we were on a Christmas break, we had to strike oil.

Jo tipped the kid and we had a conference. Florian and myself immediately
headed for the pool once we found our swimmers, Jo fancied a wander about
and finding himself a bar no doubt to oggle the older trade and I think at
that stage Anthony just wanted a lie down. Anyway, in the end we all
decided to do our own thing and meet up for the evening meal which was at
seven. That was another thing, we had the full business here, a breakfast,
a lunch cum buffet where you apparently wandered about eating what you
could grab and a full evening meal or dinner. All pretty expensive and Jo
had done us proud, bless his little cotton socks.

					.........................................................................

Anthony

I felt foul, my head was going like a jackhammer but I didn't want to put a
damper on things on the first day. I especially didn't want to upset Jo,
he'd paid a lot out and it was his holiday as much as ours. I told him to
toddle off and do some sightseeing which in his case would be to find the
nearest bar and the nearest butch boy of around nineteen or twenty he could
find. He had this curious thing about him, anyone under sixteen he came
across as all strong and butch, anyone over that he was a sort of AC/DC and
then if they were around his own age he tended to go all girly. Weird but
as they say: Different queens, different scenes. I just went for anything
but not with something that reminded me of when I last drunk too much and
suffered for it but that's one of the untold stories.

That was with a guy around thirty something and he stays out of this
series.

My head was thumping away like a big drum and once they'd gone on the
various ways I drew the curtains and flopped on the bed and bugger me if
there wasn't a knock on the door. Surely someone hadn't forgotten the pass
card already. I tottered to my feet to find the Floor Service kiddy
hovering looking most concerned.

'Mr Wilde says that you are not feeling too well, sir.'

'Just a thundering headache,' I muttered gracelessly. He was quite dishy in
fact and I wondered... 'Couldn't get me something, aspirin or similar.'

'Yes, sir. All the guests are in. I shall get you something.'

'I'll leave the door open I need to lay down,' I left the door on the latch
and returned to the bed. Just on the offchance I removed my shirt and
kicked of my shoes, you never knew your luck.

He was back in three or four minutes with a packet of something or the
other and a jug of iced water. I noticed he shut the door to when he came
in the room effectively locking it. He was in whites and I'd already
noticed his tight little bottom in his uniform trousers.

He put the tray down on the bedside table and tore two tablets from the
silver thing he'd removed from the packet, pouring a glass of water he
presented them both to me with a nervous smile. I sat up in the bed and
took the tablets and drank the water, so far so good.

'It's a pain across the back of my neck,' I lied. I shuffled down the bed
and lay out very concious of his eyes examining me and did I see some
interest? Maybe so. 'I need a masseur really.'

'You do,' he grinned on cue. 'Shall I try,' he glanced over to the door
plainly checking that he'd closed it.

'Won't you be missed?' I tried to inject my voice with a bit of promise, a
bit of the old suck it and see. He spoke perfect English and with his looks
he must have been chatted up before.

'No, I'm free.' I nearly laughed. He sounded like the little queen in that
'Are You Being Served' although not as camp.

'Any good at massage?' I gave a tiny pelvic thrust hoping that he'd notice
and rolled onto my belly and looked over my shoulder at him. He was now
going to cut and run or go for it. It was in the Lap of the Gods as they
say.

I felt him sit on the bed and his hands on my shoulders just stroking, so
much for a massage but we were heading in the right direction. My head even
felt slightly better... a miracle no less.

'Mmmmm, you are very tense,' his hands moulded and massaged the back of my
neck and it felt nice, it really did. I relaxed although my noodly bit
didn't, I could feel myself harden as it pressed against the bedding
through my chinos. 'Relax...' he murmured as his hands soothed and
stroked. His hands were now on my shoulderblades and I didn't quite follow
what they had to do with a headache but I wasn't complaining. Just how far
was he willing to go with a quicky massage. 'Mmmm,' he was now down onto my
hips and I began to realise that maybe he wasn't as inexperienced as I'd
first thought, perhaps he preyed on English schoolies. Wow, that was worth
a thought.

'Nice,' I wriggled letting him know I appreciated his attentions.

'You have a nice body, nice and strong,' he spoke in a mumble and I could
feel his nervousness or his insecurity, I needed to put him at his ease, he
was doing well and I didn't want him to get fright and do a runner on
me. In fact, my headache was retreating at speed and I was getting harder
and harder.

'You have nice soft hands.' Yeah, I know. What a load of crap but I had to
say something. I knew the boys would be down at the pool for a couple of
hours and Jo would be exploring so it was now or never,

I rolled over and looked up at him, he couldn't fail to notice the lump in
the front of my thin trousers.

'Yes, a nice strong body,' he gave me a huge grin and promptly placed one
hand front and centre and gave it a gentle squeeze. 'I like English boys,'
he whispered and began to slowly move his hand up and down making me even
harder.

'Good,' I just lay there and smiled up at him as he ever so slowly tugged
my zip down and I felt his small hand delve in and encircle my erection
through the thin material of my boxers. His hand moved up and down and if
he kept it up I'd be splatting in my knickers. 'What's your name?'

'Roberto, my father is Italian,' he said.

'Mother as well?' I was curious regarding his colouring, he looked a bit
dark for an Italian and what the hell was an Itey doing in Cyprus.

'No, she is Cypriot,' he managed to slip his hand in the fly of my boxers
and at last grasped my hot meat.

'They made a very nice boy,' I whispered as I guided him down onto the big
bed alongside me and took my first feel of his soft bottom and nuzzled at
his brown neck.

'Mmm,' he sighed and giggled. 'Thank you,' his head came down and I felt
his flickering tongue at my nipple as I stroked his unruly black hair. The
gentlest of nips at my teat and I felt his busy hand at my belt.

'How long can you stay?' I gasped as I felt his tongue and soft lips move
onto my other nipple.

'As long as you like,' he whispered. 'My duty is finished. I normally use
the pool but I'd rather stay with you.'

'So be it.' I reached down and felt him, he was hard and it seemed a
respectable size in spite of his slim body and he immediately began to move
in my grasp like a little mongrel... we were away.

He soon had my khaki chinos off me and I just as rapidly got rid of his
white shirt and white trousers, at last his briefs went down his legs and I
was naked on the outsized single bed with my own naked brown skinned little
toy boy. For his slender frame he had a nice sized cock thrusting from a
tight black pubic bush, his bum was so tight and smooth I nearly creamed on
the spot.

'Your head must feel better,' he giggled as I spread him in the centre of
the bed and crouched over him kissing his lips and then on each nipple.

'Much better,' I didn't waste any breath but reversed myself so that my own
erection was above his face and took his slender brown shaft in my hand and
his dark red glans into my mouth. He bucked and gasped but then grasped me
and guided my stiffness to his lips. It was a classic sixty niner and we
slowly and gently sucked each other fondling each other's bodies and bums
whilst making gentle in and out movements. Absolute heaven, the hubub from
the pool faded and I forgot about the others as I tasted his tart precum in
my mouth and knew that he was about to spill his essence into my throat.

'Aaaah...' he moaned and then jerked as his swollen glans spurted and
squirted his rich creamy spunk deep into the back of my throat. 'Aaaah,' he
sighed and relaxed but it wasn't over yet, I withdrew from his soft sucking
and flipped him over. As he giggled and did a token protest I parted his
legs and parting his cheeks probed and lapped at his tight little funky
pucker. He wriggled and half heartedly tried to fight me off but he was
only playing, he knew it and I knew it. I slid in on my saliva and his
sweat, a gentle pressure on his ring and I felt myself slide into his
delicious tightness and warmth.

'Aaaaaaaah,' he wailed and pushed up onto me as I slowly started to move in
and out until my lower belly was uptight against his firm boy's buttocks
and my length was surrounded by his tight heat. 'Mmmm,' he wriggled. 'So
big.'

I gently fucked him almost in slomo and he enjoyed every moment, pushing
back onto my thrusts and craning his head for my sloppy kisses. All to soon
it was over and I finished him off on a flurry of rapid thrusts and jerks
finally laying still as my cock jerked and spewed a mighty load of creamy
slime into his tight little arse.

'S'nice,' he slurred and lay still as I gently withdrew and cuddled him in
the sweaty heat. 'I would like to spend a night with you,' he looked at me
with an uncertain smile. 'We make good love together.'

'Yeah,' I agreed. 'Only one problem... if you stay here you might have to
look after Jo, my boss.'

He shrugged. 'You first... me and you first and then I will keep him
happy...'

'Unless he finds a pal that is then it'll be four to a bed.'

'You're mad,' he giggled. 'I do some evening work but finish at eleven,' he
looked at me expectantly.

'Roll on eleven,' I laughed. 'Shower?'

'Shower and swim?'

'Sounds good.

				..............................................................................................................

Florian

We had about an hour in the pool and it was still early, it was sunny but
not all that hot but still an improvement on a wet and gale tossed
England. This was just nice, not hot and sweaty just enough breeze to make
it feel like early summer. We'd done a bit of chatting and heard that the
weather could turn and last week they'd had five days of solid rain but it
seemed we'd got lucky. There were a mob of families there with accompanying
kids. Eye candy a go go, the place was knee deep in shrieking nines to
around elevens but nothing our age. In the end we went out of the back of
the pool into what seemed to be waste land and wandered around in our
sandals and with our towels around our shoulders.

Lo an behold less than a hundred yeard away we came across the tail end of
the dockyard which seemed reserved for fishing boats and a few local kids,
also some of the holidaymakers who maybe preferred the real salt water. We
sat and watched as the kids ran in and out of the water and nut brown
Cypriot schoolies disported themselves off a short pier.

'Nice,' Lorenzo laid back and closed his eyes. 'I hope the Antman is a bit
better.'

'A lay down in the cool and dark will sort him out, maybe a little nap.'

'Suppose so.' He laughed. 'We should have piled in and given him a good
seeing to.'

'He might have given us a good seeing to,' I sat up scanning the kids
running hither and thither. 'Look at the mutton on that kid sitting by that
car,' I nearly passed out. This kid who looked to be around our age was
sitting on a small wall, he was clearly British (I suppose) with a short
buzz cut and seemed to be wearing underwear rather than a swimsuit. He must
have been in the water as I could see the droplets on his shoulders he was
that close. What I could also see from the angle we were at was a fine
package for a boy, you could actually see the outline of his soft cock and
his heavy balls. What an exhibitionist.

'Jeez,' Loren giggled. 'He's not backward in coming forward.'

'No,' I smiled at the kid who had glanced in our direction. He was no oil
painting but with a body like that he didn't need to be an Adonis, he had a
nice slender, well muscled body and the goody lump was off planet.' 'Gawd,
I'm in love,' I sighed dramatically. The kid looked at us again and
grinned. Suddenly I wondered how good his hearing was, he wasn't that far
away as the decibels fly.

'Shurrup, he'll hear you,' Loren laughed. 'Let's go and introduce
ourselves, he's got to be on holiday.'

'Gotta be a soddin' Kraut,' I grumbled as I got to my feet and tailed the
bold Lorenzo as he approached this vision. You had to give it to Loren
shyness wasn't something he had much time for, he just cruised along on
natural charm and thicker skin than a bloody elephant.

'Hi,' Loren sat on the wall and grinned a greeting. 'On holiday.'

'Yeah,' the boy gave Loren a smile and then stretched his legs out
displaying his wares even more. 'And I'm not a soddin' Kraut.' That did it,
I did a bright red blush especially as Lorenzo laughed like a fuckin'
drain.

'Where you from?' Loren pressed on completely unconcerned with my
embarassment.

'Kilburn, it's in North London.'

'Well, hi neighbour,' Loren made with a pathetic American accent. 'We're
from St John's Wood.'

'Bully for you,' the boy laughed. 'How long you here for?'

'Just a few days,' Loren told him. 'We go back on the thirty first in time
to spend New Year's Eve at home.'

'About half the people here do that,' the kid informed us. 'Me and mine are
doing the same.'

'So whatcha doing out here?' Loren looked around the rather scruffy cove or
whatever it was.

'The place is full of screamers, you're the first lads I've seen between
ten and eighteen in the last two days. 'I'm Mark Blair by the way, nothing
to do with Queen Blair up in Whitehall.'

'Lorenzo Boucher and Florian,' Loren did the intro he didn't mention my
surname as he'd probably forgotten it (the author has anyway).

'Very classy,' young Mark laughed. 'You classy boys?'

'Very,' Lorenzo's eyes bored like gimlets into Mark's evident softy or semi
stiffy. 'Love the bold costume,' he twittered on, I just sat there and
gazed into space and wondered how long it would be before Loren got a smack
in the mouth.

'You like it?' Mark leant forward and looked past Loren to me. 'Gawd, I'm
in love,' he mimicked me so well that I did another blush, this time I felt
like I was about to detonate with the heat. 'Calm down...' Mark grinned at
me. 'No probs... we all have our little bents.' Yeah... right. What was
that supposed to mean.

'True,' Loren gave a cackle and draped his arm around my towelled shoulder
giving me a hug. Jesus, I just cringed. I was past embarassment. As soon as
we were back in our room I was going to kick the shit out of Loren, I'd
flatten the skinny prick and then I'd shag him to death, he was making me
look like a right idiot.

Mark laughed again. 'Wanna sit in the shade? It's getting a bit hot out
here.'  He stood and moved back a bit but on the same wall. This time Loren
sat to his side and I sat the other, if they were going to take the piss
out of me I may as well oggle the goodies and I'm sure he was filling
out. Mark's lump was looking more pronounced, perhaps a couple of skinny
white boys turned him on... townies as well. 'So who you here with,
family?'

'No,' Loren kept speaking for both of us. 'It's hard to explain, it's a
sort of Company trip. Our boss has brought the three of us for a break,' he
glanced at me for confirmation and I nodded. He had it about right.

'Pretty good bossman, it costs a bomb here,' Mark remarked. 'Where's
bossman and number three?'

'Anthony's laying down with a bad head and Jo, the boss, is probably
cruising the bars.' Loren did have a way with words. I don't know if he did
it deliberately or just out of sheer stupidity, probably a mixture of both.

'Seperate rooms?' Mark continued to cross examine us as if he was a
policeman.

'Anthony's with Jo and I'm sharing with Flore.'

'You're lucky, I'm sharing with my kid brother which I don't have to do at
home,' Mark smiled slightly. 'It's sorta restrictive.'

'Yeah, hard to pull the old pudding with the kid bro looking on,' Loren
laughed but he'd hit the nail right on the head as Mark grinned widely and
I knew Lorenzo the Birdbrain from Hell had scored again. 'You can always
visit our room if you get the urge.' Loren gave Mark's groin one of his
meaningful looks and once more I waited for the fur to fly but it didn't.

'You're quiet,' Mark smiled at Loren but spoke to me at last. 'Sorry about
the Kraut bit and the other but you should keep your voice down. I'm pretty
free and easy but others aren't.'

'How free and easy?' I croaked determined to say my bit.

'Very,' he rolled out his towel and extracted a pair of blue shorts which
he proceeded to pull over his feet and up his legs. 'I've got the urge,' he
said quietly to no one in particular.

'What?' Loren looked befuddled but my memory span wasn't as short as his.

'Do you snog on your first date?' I tried a bit of the gung ho for a bit
instead of sitting there like a mortified schoolgirl and it worked. As I
stood up so did Mark followed by Loren.

'Only in theesomes,' Mark laughed and we joined him. It was as easy as
that... day one and we had a pal or hopefully so. We wandered through the
pool area and headed for the second floor. It was deserted once we were
inside the building, even the tasty kid in the Floor Service cubby hole had
gone. We opened our room quietly and slipped in, we didn't want to awake
Anthony especially if he was having a snooze.

'Nice room,' Mark remarked and peered from the window down to the
pool. 'Gotta better view than mine, I'm on the outside looking at the
bloody street.'

'Really,' Loren flopped on the bed totally disinterested with conversation
and kicked off his sandals. He stroked his crotch through his baggy
swimmers soon displaying a lump but I'd already joined him and it was now
upto Mark. Would he join in or bottle out and flee.

'Move over,' he grinned and kicked his trainers off. As we parted just a
little he laughed and dove right between us, a moment later The
Lorenzo-Florian attack machine was in action. Mark went from being a cool
street kid with attitude to a giggling teenager in two seconds flat. I got
the first proper mouth to mouth kiss but Loren got to the meat first,
there's no stopping that boy, we were on our way!

What did surprise and delight me was that I finally had a mate, Mark was
circumcised like myself. I was beginning to think I was the only kosher cut
kid on the block. He was big as well, bigger than he should be for his
slender build 'How old are you, Mark?' I asked.

'Fourteen,' he mumbled through our kisses. 'You two?'

'Thirteen coming on fourteen,' I replied and moved down to join Lorenzo on
what had to be a man sized six inch dick. It was so solid and smooth, like
a velvet covered bar, he even had a small bead of precum until dirty Loren
licked it off. We gradually slowed down with out little suck fest and in
the end just lay there just keeping Mark on the boil, I and Loren knew that
the longer we kept him going the bigger his cum would be.

'What age is this brother of your's?' Loren had to ask didn't he?

'Eleven... and you keep your beady eyes off him,' Mark laughed. 'He's mine
sooner or later.'

I flashed a glance at Lorenzo, that little sentence was far better than an
outright 'fuck off', there was room for negotiation, there was room for a
little give and take. Mind you, we didn't even know what the kid was like,
he might be a dog but eleven was a good age.

'This room's fabulous,' Mark exclaimed trying to guide Loren's head down
again but Loren was now in his hard to get mode. 'Bloody sight bigger than
mine.'

'It's a family setup as far as Jo says,' Loren told him which was news to
me. Then again, one big room with a double bed and one with two singles and
a connecting bathroom makes it about right. Needless to say, we'd finished
up with the double bed whether by accident or design I don't know.

'Weird family,' Mark laughed and sighed as Loren started to go down
again. Mark himself also made his first constructive move, he started to
kiss my throat and swiftly moved onto my nipples, I think he was going for
it.

'You two boyfriends?' Mark said looking up from my stomach and holding my
stiffy straight up in the air. Well, he took his time but he worked it out
in the end.

'Shurrup,' I grinned and gently pushed his head down and he gave me a quick
grin back and sank his mouth over my straining cock. 'Aaaaah...' I was in
heaven all I needed was something to suck on. A bit of a shuffle and I'd
taken Loren into my mouth and we were into a three way blow, a good start
to a short holiday.

Mark was the first to cum, I felt him momentarily leave me and his
movements and groans as he voided his juices into Loren's mouth and I heard
Loren gag, swallow and then laugh as he took what Mark had to offer. He
looked down at me still busy on his root with Mark's spunk smearing his
lips and face. However, it wasn't over. I kept on at Loren and Mark
reapplied himself to me and in the end we both cum. I don't know if Mark
had ever taken someone's semen in his mouth before but he looked shocked
and then gave a red faced smile after he'd swallowed my cum and I'd
finished Loren off. We all lay up on the bed with Mark in the centre and
got into a glorious spunky kissfest.  Pigging out big time but we relaxed
at the end just laying their breathing regularly and coming back to earth.

'Well, that was a first for me,' Mark remarked in an unsteady voice.

'You done a good cum,' Loren mangled his grammar but he brought a smile to
Mark's rather severe face.

'First cum for around four days.'

'You want to train your kid brother,' I remarked.

Mark looked shocked but Loren voiced agreement. 'We should invite him in
four a foursome,' he sat up a little and winked at me.

'Piss off,' Mark protested. 'He's a right bigmouth, he'd drop me right in
the shit.'

'I'll chat him up if you give me an intro,' Loren declared confidently and
he would, that boy had no shame. He'd chat up an eight year old if he
thought he could get between the kid's legs.

'Maybe tomorrow,' Mark promised. 'Do you two ever do it...'

'It?' I looked at him.

'You know,' Mark reddened a bit. 'You know, the dirty. Shag for fuck's
sake.'

'Yeah, all the time,' I answered breezily.

'Shagmasters Kewl,' Loren laughed.

'Dirty sods,' Mark laughed. At least he wasn't doing the big disgusted bit.

'I've always had a bit of a thing for James but we're brothers...'

'So what?' Lorenzo grunted. 'I think it's perfectly natural for brothers to
share things. If they do a bit of the ol' nooky who cares... no one else it
to know after all.' He looked across at me. 'Right, Flore?'

'Whatever,' I stared at the ceiling. 'I knew what Anthony and Lorenzo got
upto, I'd even been there when they'd topped one another, I'd been in the
middle for God's sake. I knew Loren's attitude on brotherly love all too
well... and it didn't fuss me at all.'

'I just think it's a bit odd,' Mark persisted.

'Well, you gimme an intro and I'll do the rest,' Loren said
boastfully. 'You can experiment with Florian then.'

'Cheers,' I said trying not to sound sarcastic but I pressed my leg up
against Mark's just to let him know I was interested. After I'd gently
rubbed my leg up and down against his a couple of times without Loren
noticing I think he got the idea. He looked at me and flashed a smile.

'Your suggestion merits some thought,' he spoke like a schoolmaster. 'A bit
like trading places.'

'Trading bedrooms,' Loren supplied. 'Have a meet and a play around and we
can do a deal with the sleeping arrangements.' That was it Lorenzo was on a
roll. That was the problem, the word or number 'eleven' especially when it
related to a boy was like some sort of red rag to a bull with Loren.

'Orrite... worth thinking about,' Mark clambered from the bed and peered
through the curtains. 'That's James over by the diving board.' That was
good enough, Loren was over like a rocket peering over Mark's shoulder. I
was right behind him but I placed my hand on Mark's firm buttock and gave a
gentle squeeze, he flinched a bit but tautened up and gave a little prod
backwards. Goody, Mark was up for some play at least. 'The one in the red
cossy,' Mark muttered.

'There's Anthony and he's buggering about with that kid who showed us the
room, the skinny one.'

Anthony was indeed and he was splashing and leaping around in close company
with this kid, it seemed his headache was gone.

'Jeez,' Loren sighed. 'He's a quick worker. That's him in the baggy things
with the dark kid,' he pointed Anthony out to Mark.

'Tasty,' Mark grinned. 'That kid's Roberto, I think he's around fifteen,
maybe sixteen, he lives in.'

'Lives in?' I kept stroking Mark's super smooth flank and he didn't attempt
to move. Greatly daring I gently ran one finger the length of his clenched
cheeks from the bottom to the top and he gave the slightest of shudders.

'Yeah, some of the staff have pokey little rooms right at the top on the
fourth floor.'

'Right,' Loren grinned and turned away from the window. 'Come on,
Mark. Take us down and introduce us to young, dishy, extremely eatable
James.'

'Shurrup,' Mark laughed but that was the end of my touchy feely session at
least for now. Mark looked at me and winked and I also noticed his deflated
dick was getting back to his half erect state again. It was either a
permanent condition or perhaps my little bit of stroking had turned him on
just a little.

We swiftly donned our swimming gear and grabbed our towels. Mark then led
the way down to the pool and immediately this little blonde angel left the
group of kids he was with and swam across.

'Hiya, Mark,' he stood in the shallow water and looked up at us as we sat
on the edge. Typical kid brother, as nosey as hell. I could see Lorenzo's
evil little eyes zero in on the kid stripping him bare of the skimpy trunks
he was wearing.

'Hi, James. New mates: Lorenzo and Florian.'

'The boy grinned at us both and squealed as Loren slid in the water
alongside him. The Loren doesn't wast any time. The next minute they were
splashing each other and Mark called out. 'James, look after Loren.' Well,
that was an odd thing to say but I didn't care, Mark had stood and offered
his hand, as I grabbed hold he hoisted me to my feet.

'Where we going?'

'To my room. James is here and my parents are out sightseeing.'

'Right,' I grinned.

Mark walked down our corridor and around the corner, fishing about in his
shorts he produced the card and we were in. The room was smaller than ours
and from what I could see had it's own small shower and toilet but Mark was
on me bearing me back onto the bed.

'Now this is nice,' I lay on my back feeling my softeness becoming hard.

'Very nice.' His smooth belly moved against mine as his sweet lips came
down onto mine and we kissed lightly and then got carried away. Three
minutes later we were still kissing but naked and doing the puppy dog
wrestle without the nipping that is. 'You know what I want,? He breathed
heavily with his man sized cock rubbing up against my own stiffness.

'I think so.'

'I wanna go all the way with you, do the biz.'

'You wanna fuck me?' I stated the obvious but rather crudely, I wanted to
make sure we were talking about exactly the same thing, no cock ups here
(no pun intended either).

'Yeah, something like that,' he said quietly and snuggled up. 'How we gonna
sort it out.'

'Not now, not here,' I told him and smiled as his face dropped in
disappointment. 'We need to get Loren in here for a few hours and you in
our place or vice versa.'

'Really?' He grinned. 'We'll have to sort out something tonight.'

'A foursome in our room, see what we can do,' I promised and started to
smooch down onto his smooth chest.

'You'll kill me,' he gasped as I started to worry at one nipple. I doubted
it, his fully extended cock was jerking on his belly and a silvery streamer
of ooze connected his pee slit with his velvety skin. Kill
him... absolutely no chance, he was an oversexed fourteen year old, he'd
keep with me to the bitter end. 'Yeah...' he gasped as I took his slippery
knob into my mouth and grasped his stiff dick working it up and down as I
sucked hhis cherry red mass.

'Yeah, I really do,' he looked at me with lustful eyes and I could feel the
smear of his pre cum on my belly. he was up for it again but this was not
the time and the place. I don't mind quick shags but I like the all night
job, take your time and enjoy it is a good way to approach sex to my way of
thinking. And I wanted to take my time with Mark, I thought he was worth
it.

I slurped up and down on his firm white shaft and I was determined to make
it a good one. He got the first class treatment, the tongue around the rim
of his knob, the tickle of the pressed open pee slit, the works. He was
putty in my hands, ho, ho. He was squirming and writhing around the bed as
if in pain but he wasn't. The occasional groan, burble and gasp didn't
indicate pain and when he grabbed hy head and started fucking my mouth he
nearly choked me but when he came it was another stonker. He must have been
storing his juice forever. I felt the warm salty splashes in the back of my
throat and swallowed his sweet slime. As he flopped out like a dead man
breathing like a stranded whale if you can sort that one out I lifted one
leg and before he realised what I was doing slid one finger through his
sweat sheened pucker. A hole in one you might say.

'Aaaah...' he yelped and immediately clamped on me as I did a little bit of
finger fucking only brought to an end by a knock on the door. 'Fuckin'
'ell,' he leapt off the bed and grabbed his shorts and I looked around for
an escape route, failing to find one I shot for the showers only realising
a minute later that I'd left my own gear sitting on the floor by the end of
the bed.

						....................................................................

Lorenzo (again)

'So, you're James,' I splashed around and upended the kid again. He was
sweet and promptly slipped between my legs raising himself and giving my
nuts a good crushing. I'd had a feel of his thing already which may sound a
bit forward but it struck me everyone was groping everyone else... it's
what you do in a pool.

'Yeah... where's Mark gone?' He peered around before I dunked him
again. This time I felt his hand between my legs and he giggled. 'Gotcha.'

'Probably gone on walkaround with Florian.'

'That's a funny name,' he remarked keeping his distance. 'A bit poofy like
Lorenzo.'

That was it, I did a kamikazi taking both of us under this time I took a
decent feel of his tight little arse and was rewarded with an underwater
squeal. We surfaced with him coughing and spluttering. He didn't remark on
my latest grope just hung on the side of the pool and grinned at
me. 'Sorry,' he didn't look even remotely sorry but I forgave him, I was
getting more and more attracted as I looked at him, waterlogged kids always
turned me on and he was a big eleven anyway. His package didn't seem all
that big but then again soaking in cold water tends to shrink things or so
I'm told.

I had a look around and Anthony and his latest 'pal' were in deep
conversation by the diving board rather obviously pretending not to see me
and that suited. Little or not so little James was my target of
opportunity, how's that for military.

'You from London?' James was nudging up against me and his wet skin was
brushing against mine, I had to think of something otherwise I'd be walking
around like Mark, with a half hardon I mean.

'Yeah, St. John's Wood, just over the road from your mob.'

'Oh, Mark's told you,' James grinned.

'Yeah, we were getting on quite well,' I tried to put a bit of meaning into
it without being too obvious. You know, a bit of the old cat and mousey
biz.

'Where they gone then?'

'I dunno do I,' I frowned at him and then laughed. 'They're big boys, maybe
doing big boy things.'

'Yeah, I'll bet,' James pressed against me and I don't know if it was
deliberate or not but I slipped my arm around him and squeezed him
closer. He did another juvenile squeak and slipped free. 'Big boy
things... yeah, I know,' he looked at me and poked his tongue out. Once
again I dived on him and in this scramble he definitely groped me, no two
ways, no mistake. I'd struck mother load or whatever. And he gave it a
squeeze, cheeky little sod.

'They may have gone upstair for a laydown or whatever, Florian and I were
up at the crack of dawn.'

'Lie down? What together?' James' mouth dropped open.

'I dunno,' I resorted to my old fallback. I was feeding him and he was
nibbling away like a good little fish. The thing is my evil little mind was
working overtime. Was he a spoiler or a joiner by which I mean did he just
want to bugger up his older brother's scene or did he want to get in on the
act. You never knew with kids that age and being brothers just complicated
things. I knew that as far as brothers go Anthony and I were one offs but
having said that there were Curt and Kim...

'Wanna go in?' James smiled at me like a little trouble maker. 'Catch 'em
at it.'

'At what?' I played Mr Thicko, mind you I did an internal smirk. The little
prick was playing right into my hands.

'Come on, Lorry,' James was pulling himself out of the water giving me a
flash of his tight little arse in his wet cossy. How could I say no and
Lorry already. Wowsie wow.

James steamed along and I had trouble keeping up with him but in an
inspired moment I suggested our room. My brainaic spark was based on the
idea that as the others had been there already they'd probably gone
elsewhere, possibly even Mark's room and I just had that nagging idea in
the back of my mind that young James was - up for it, game for a laugh,
ready for fun... pick the phrase that suits.

'Try our room,' I suggested as we crammed in the lift.

'OK,' James agreed quite cheerfully and I took the opportunity to view him
out of water. He'd remained in his wet speedos but had a huge beach towel
draped around his shoulders that covered him like a vampire's cloak. His
cheeky face beamed at me. 'This is exciting innit?'

God, I so wanted to cuddle him and mother him, I wanted to give him babies
as well but that would be a bit naughty on a first date. I started laughing
at my own thoughts and he gave me a funny look.

'What's funny, Lorry?' I loved all that, here we were barely chums and he
had a pet name for me already.

'Just thinking dirty thoughts, Jimmy boy.'

'Yeah, figures,' he sniffed no way put out by my honesty, perhaps he
thought I was joking.

'Come on,' I hustled him up the corridor which thankfully was deserted.

'Cor, look at the size of that bed,' he stood in the doorway as I managed
to squeeze in behind him and close the door. 'It's huge... who do you share
with,' he gabbled away like a turkey on speed. 'Can I try it... can I?'
Without any further ado as they say in all the top flight novels he shot
across the room and took a flying leap and bounced up and down laughing and
giggling like he was on a trampolina.

'Florian,' I replied in due course and sat on the end of the bed after
kicking my sandals off. Now we were alone I was beginning to get excited
down below and when he decided he wanted to wrestle around I was lost. He
more or less caught me unaware and I had to struggle to keep him at arm's
length, he was a strong little bugger and I had to subdue him to keep him
quiet.

I had him in a half nelson and he was trying to bend double to dislodge me,
obviously his sweet bottom was pressing against my groin and I mean hard.

'You've got the hots.' he croaked in a suddenly thick voice straightening
up and wriggling his bum against my now very obvious erection.

'Yeah, sorry,' I mumbled and went to draw away but both his arms had
reached back and held me firmly.

'Why?' He giggled and then did a deliberate and very firm push and wriggle
against me. 'This is nice,' he said innocently.

That was true. I was getting harder and harder holding his firm boy's body
and slipped my hand down stroking his smooth torso settling on his little
rounded belly.

'You reckon Mark and your mate are at this,' he whispered and gave one of
his gentle pushes back again.

'Maybe,' I made a little pumping morton with my hips and he giggled. Then
right out of the blue he moved one of my hands from his belly to his
speedos, front and centre and I felt his warmth and hardness through the
still damp material.

'Now that is nice,' he whispered as I gently moved my hand feeling his
stiff muscle throb in my grip.

'It's nicer naked,' I whispered.

'Dirty sod.' Then he took it one stage further. With a struggle he turned
and faced me and as I put my hands on his slender waist he moved in until
our damp swimwears were touching and our erections nudged against each
other. 'Nice, dirty sod,' he grinned and lay his cheek on my shoulder.

'You should get that wet costume off,' I told him but this time I'd
finished messing around. Accompanied by a half hearted struggle and a load
of giggling I slipped my hands into the back of his trunks and took them
down exposing his firm eleven year old bottom but still left the front
hooked up on his stiffy.

'We both gotta take 'em off,' he whispered red faced and again hid his face
on my shoulder but this time I felt his pointed tongue taste my skin. This
kid was so ripe he was dropping off the bloody tree.

I felt his busy hand in the back of the waistband of my swimming shorts and
then the air on my bottom as he stroked it and clasped my smooth
flesh. 'Nice,' he whispered and I felt him massage me and then his hands on
my hips pulling us closer together so that our stiffies squashed against
each other. 'You want me,' he whispered making vague fucking motions. So
much for Mark's indifference to his brother, he had a little sexpot more or
less sitting on his face and he'd missed out.

'Your brother's a lucky boy,' I remarked.

'He's never tried anything,' James replied and I sensed sadness in his
voice, Something that had to be passed onto big brother, I did like
spreading a bit of sunshine around but for now... I wriggled around and
after a bit of a giggle both damp shorts and trunks were on the floor and
we were totally naked and in each others arms again. He was circumcised as
his brother and Florian and naturally enough he was the smallest of the
three of them. Having said that he had a meaty three incher and maybe a bit
more, he was totally hairless but he was a blonde and I hadn't got that
much in the way of pubics. The giveaway was that his little knob was shiny
and on a casual feel I felt the slip of slimey, he was 'active' or whatever
the technical term was. He was a squirter or maybe a trickler, who
cared. He was of cumable age how's about that.

'Want something nice?'

'What?' He looked at me nervously.

'Lay on your back, chill out and just enjoy.'

'OK,' he lay back and I felt his body tremble but I leeched onto one of his
coral pink teets which was an innocent enough start, at the same time I
gently played with his small balls feeling them roll in his tight scrotum.
'Perv,' he giggled as I sucked and nipped at his sticky out nipples until
they were as hard as little currants. Then for stage two. Still playing
with his balls and stumpy cock I drifted my lips onto his tautly stretched
belly and lapped at his navel, he must have know what was coming as he
groaned and stroked my hair tenderly making little prodding motions with
his groin, little pelvic thrusts.

After tantalising him for a while I held his stiff little pecker upright
and slowly swiped my tongue over his swollen little glans.  He sighed and
muttered something but I was delighted, I'd tasted the faintest hint of
semen, the salty bland taste of boy juice, an instant later I ran my moist
lips down his shaft swallowing it whole and rubbing my nose on his soft
lower belly.

'Do you do this with your pal?' He whispered making little prods and still
toying with my hair.

'Mmmm.'

'Reckon your pal's doing my Marky right now?'

I let him go for a minute and looked up his body, he was looking down at me
with a slight smile on his handsome face. 'Probably.'

'Good,' he grinned and guided my head back down onto his now shiny cock. I
cupped his warm scrotum and took him in again only this time sucking harder
and moving my head up and down faster. I also moved my hands under him
clasping his sweet, soft cheeks and felt the warmth of his springy
buttocks. I had to have this kid, he was perfect and I KNEW he wanted me.

The faster I went up and down the faster he started to prod and finally he
threshed about and groaned out loud. Not a proper cum but a mini squirt, I
felt his little jet of boy spunk splash onto my tongue and his body flop,
he was done. Holding his relaxing penis in my hand I squeezed it like a
toothpaste tube and grinned as a bead of milky white liquid appeared at the
tip of his glans and after a moment detached dropping onto my
tongue. 'Yummy.'

'Dirty bugger,' he giggled and moved down the bed a little. 'Do you think
it's really homo for boys to kiss... do you kiss your mate?'

'Questions, questions,' I snuggled up to him my face inches from his hoping
against hope.

'Do you?' he croaked staring at me with his sweet lips slightly parted.

'Do I what?'

'Do you think it's queer for boys to kiss?' He trembled as I put two
fingers under his chin and brought his face close to mine.

'Who cares,'I whispered and kissed him fully on the lips. Just a quicky,
draw back a little, a smile and then again only this time I put a hand on
the back of his neck holding him in place. My kiss became stronger and he
reciprocated.

'Wow,' he parted from me red faced. 'You smell of chewing gum.'

'You smell of sugar and spice and all things nice.'

'Soppy sod.' This time he grabbed my neck and kissed me hard and long but I
was ready to take it to the next level. My tongue parted his lips and
flickered at his teeth, a moment later we were sharing out first proper
lover's kiss, tongue on tongue both exploring each others mouth and sharing
each other's breath. 'Gawd,' he moaned as his head fell back on the pillow.

I cuddled him and stroked his short blonde hair and he started to move. He
was in the mood for kissing or he must have liked it. He tended to my
throat and drifted down to my chest and then the nipples. I didn't dare
hope that he was going all the way but I did all the same. I didn't hope, I
prayed that he was going to go for the prize and he did. Slowly and being a
right tease he kissed down my belly and when his hand grasped my aching
hardon I knew that he was mine, that he was going to do it.

'Don't cum in my mouth.' That's all he said as he held my penis firm and
did exactly as I had, he slipped his tongue across my slit and then grinned
up at me. 'Tastes a bit nothingy.'

'You've got a nice soft mouth.' Well, I had to say something and it must
have been good enough as he ducked again slipping his lips around my shaft
and slowly started to move up and down the upper half and wanking the
bottom half with his hand. Well, he might be a novice but I scored him ten
for effort.

He scraped me a bit with his teeth but I soon put him in the picture by
rapping on his skull which gave him another attack of the giggles but he
perservered and I knew as soon as my nuts went tight, into their firing
position that I was going to blast.

'I'm gonna cum,' I rasped and he took his mouth away and wanked like mad
staring at my throbbing erection from around two inches away. Silly
boy. The first shot caught him right in the eye and as he let go of me my
second burst splattered across his lips and right cheek, the remainder
slowly dribbled out but by then I was on the move.

I pinned him to the bed and lapped at his face as he flapped around making
disgusted noises and then started to giggle again. He had a great sense of
humour and we were soon back to heavy kissing and this time my spunk was
between us and all was fine with the world.

'That was soooo dirty,' he stared at me with his eyes sparking and my
saliva wet on his face. 'Totally freaky disusting.'

'You don't seem too upset.'

He shrugged. 'What goes around, comes around,' he looked at me all butch
and threatening like a bad tempered chipmunk. 'What we doing next?'

'Wanna do something really dirty?'

'Nothing toiletry,' his little face wrinkled up.

'Nah,' I flipped him over before he knew what was happening and parting his
legs diving between his smooth white buns. Parting his cheeks with my hands
I started to lap and lick at his cleft and as he opened up to my attentions
probed and prodded at his little pucker with my wet tongue. Surprisingly
enough he just wriggled and stuck his bum up in the air... this one he
liked.

'You ain't shagging me you know,' he grunted as I wiggled my tongue at his
little hole.

'Later?'

'Maybe,' he giggled again. 'I do you as well though.'

I grinned between his smooth and well lubricated little buttocks. Jackpot.

I lathered him up well with saliva, I wasn't going to try it but I wanted
to get him going and in fact, get used to exactly what I was doing
now. There was one final step and I took it. He flinched a bit when my
finger toyed with his ring but he nearly leapt off the bed when I slipped
my single finger through his tight little pucker into his tightly hot
flesh.

'Jeez... Lorry,' he whined. As I kissed and mouthed his smooth flanks I
kept my finger where it was and then started to move it slowly to and fro,
in and out feeling it sink in deeper into his smooth and spit slicked
tunnel. 'Aaaah...' he sighed and reaching behind him gentle ruffled my hair
as I eased and relaxed his tight little muscle.

'So tight,' I crooned as I slid my finger free and I saw his tiny circular
muscle close. I kissed up his body and guided my awakened penis between his
legs, he immediately clamped hard on me, he wasn't about to give anything
away just yet but I worked to and fro between his slippery cheeks and
kissed the side of his face. 'We gonna try and get together tonight?'

'The was silence as he squirmed on my movements and then he spoke in a
whisper in reply to mine. 'Yeah.'

'Great.'

Two minutes later he was all action man again, the Space Cadet was in
motion. 'Come on, let's see what the others are doing.'

'Shagging,' I laughed.

'They better not be,' he scowled. 'If they are I wanna watch.' With that we
got ourselves dressed again. Time was running out on us, we only had two
hours left before the evening meal but the afternoon had gone so much
better than I could have even anticipated. Now to go and upset someone's
applecart... there you go, another old English expression.

						....................................................................

Jo

I walked through what used to be the old dockyard area just sniffing
around. There were stacks of bars and small eateries but otherwise the
place was pretty desolate. I suppose being lunchtime or early afternoon
most people had got themselves where they were going and Cyprus wasn't
really big on souveniers. Straw donkeys were abit old hat and they belonged
the other end of the Med anyway. I spotted a couple of youngsters coming
out of a bar which unlike some of the others sounded quite peaceful so I
ventured in.

A foursome of Brit teenagers in the corner eating, a fruit machhine and a
mercifully quiet jukebox seemed to be about the sum total of what Cafe
Aphrodite had to offer. I loved all these touristy joints, their
imagination in the way of naming things was naff verging on dire. Still, no
matter I was away from the kids for a while so I could sit with something
cold and chill (get it?).

It seemed the only food the place served were all English to a fault - fish
and chips - sausage, egg and chips - you name it. I settled for a half
litre of chilled beer and just watched the world passing me by. The four in
the corner departed leaving just one boy sitting moping over a beer pretty
much the same as I was. I sent a few crafty looks his way and liked what I
saw, sixteen, maybe seventeen and a blonde, a well set up boy and in the
end I decided to make a move on him. I could only get told to fuck off
after all.

'Hi,' I stood by his table and looked down at him. 'Mind if I sit down?'

'Please yourself,' he gave me a neutral look neither hostile nor over
friendly.

'Sorry to disturb you,' I prattled on. 'I've just arrived and wondered what
the hell there is to do around here.'

'Depends I suppose if you're on your own or solo.'

'I'm running a sort of company outing, I've got three kids but they're all
a bit younger than I am.' There you go, split the beans in one sentence but
I may have sparked his interrest, either that or he'd go running after his
pals in a minute.

'What are you the?' He grinned slightly. 'A childminder?'

'They're not that young,' I laughed. 'Two fourteens and a fifteen. I'm
giving them a bit of a break and back for the New Year.' Once again, brief
and to the point, I was getting good at this. Now he knew that I was in
charge and generous I felt that I had the groundwork laid. I watched him
finish his breakfast or was it lunch, I dunno, I suppose it depended what
time he'd got out of bed. He was quite sweet and unlike his companions
who'd just left, he had longies on, dark cargoes and a white shirt, just to
be formal he also had a red waistcoat on top which I thought was a bit
curious given the sunshine outside.

'Went to a party last night.' He must have read my mind.

'Any good?'

'Too much booze and too many silly English tarts.'

'Ah,' I could imagine it. Luckily my little mob kept themselves to
themselves if they decided to have a few cans and go silly. Fortunately,
none of them had got the drink bug, they all had a can now and then but
that was about it. Even Anthony as the oldest of the group might have been
expected to have an interest in the dreaded fags and booze but the only
fags he was interested in were of the junior variety and that's using the
American translation of the word fag not the British.

'So, how long you here for?' He pushed his plate away and looked at me over
the table. 'Coffee?'

'Yes please.' I had the sudden feeling that I was being appraised or maybe
dissected. My name's Arthur, they call me Art,' the kid suddenly decided to
introduce himself.

'Jo,' I replied. 'Without the 'e'... short for Joseph.'

'Thanks for that,' he replied dryly. 'How long you here for, Jo?'

'Go back on New Year's Eve morning, back in time for a family do.'

'Same as us,' he gave the sleepy waiter a wave. Just then a mum, dad and
kids mob arrived so the resulting noise levels increased just a
little. 'I'll be glad to get home, I should never have got talked into it
in the first place.'

'Well we just came to relax and wind down a bit. I've had a good year and
the lads have been a great help so I thought I'd treat them.' I wondered
how much to tell him and decided to scatter a few crumbs to see if he'd
pick up on them. He was quite good looking and seemed a bit younger than
his mates, perhaps he was someone's kid brother.

'What do you do, what sorta business I mean?'

'I run a Photographic Studio, weddings, christenings and all that sort of
stuff.'

'I would have thought all that was a bit obsolete with digital cameras and
whatnot,' he laughed. 'Why pay someone when you can get good results
yourself.'

'Framing, mounting, presentation,' I rambled on. 'Animals, baby
portraits... you name it. Scouts, Cubs etcetera, etcetera.' Yeah, I did
notice his ears twitch when I mentioned The Scouts and Cubs, I may have
hooked a fish after all.

'Mmmm... I suppose,' he conceded.

'I make a decent living and when Anthony leaves school in the Easter I can
just about manage him a reasonably paid job, an apprenticeship I suppose.'

'I never realised that weddings and suchlike paid so well.' he stretched
his arms wide and yawned. 'Excuse me, I didn't get much sleep last night.'

'Nor did I, we had to get up at the crack of dawn to get the boys on the
road.'

'Must be tiring with all those kids around you all the time,' he gave me a
sly look.

'Anthony helps out,' I smiled briefly. 'One of the fourteens is his kid
brother.'

'Ah, I see.' He yawned again but this time covered his mouth with his hand
politely. 'I'm exhausted and ten to one the hooligans are creating havoc in
our rooms.'

'Your pals?'

'Who else?'

'You can always have a lie down in my room, well mine and Anthony's I
should say.'

'Well... I dunno,' he hesitated and I could see that he was interested. I
wouldn't go so far as to say that he fancied me or anything like that but I
had perked his interest and I suspect the mention of the boys may have
helped. People call it gaydar which is very pretentious and a bit queeny, I
just call it 'the feeling', the one I get when I suss out someone is
interested if not fully committed. He might not mate but he might play to
put it simply. I just had that feeling and anyway. what's wrong with
helping out a fellow holidaymaker in his hour of need. Alright, let's be
blunt... I fancied him.

'We have got single beds,' I smiled encouragingly.

He just laughed and then gave me one of his funny sideways glances. 'OK, as
long as I don't upset your room mate.'

'I expect he's chatting someone up by now.' There that'd give him something
to mull over. 'Fit,' I swiftly swallowed my coffee and looked at him.

'Why not?' He gave me a sunny smile. 'Perhaps I can use your shower.'

'Why not? I gave him back an equally sunny smile, things were looking up.

We took a slow walk back and went in the rear of the hotel mainly because I
wanted to see if the boys were around and if they were alright but there
was no sign of them. We were just about to go in the swing doors and I
heard Anthony calling my name and he ran across all wet and grinning like a
maniac. 'Hey, Jo. I'm having an afternoon with Roberto,' he nodded at the
smiling kid slightly to his rear.

'Hi,' I did the elder statesman bit whilst Art hovered uncertainly. I think
Anthony was a bit stumped as to what he could say and what he couldn't with
a spectator so to speak.

'I might stay out the night,' Anthony murmurred and gave me a wink. I just
nodded and turned my attention back to Art, it was pretty obvious that my
main man had clicked. I just hoped that I was going to be as lucky.

'So that's Anthony,' Art smirked as we got into the lift.

'Yeah and...?'

'Nothing, nothing,' he laughed again. 'I wondered what the wink was for.'

'A wink usually indicates a real or imagined shared secret,' I gave him a
rough definition. 'I think he scored.'

'Oh.' That stopped him. 'With the floor service kiddy?' He plucked up his
courage and spoke just as I was fiddling with the room's key card.

'What do you think?' I avoided the question as I stood aside to let him in.

'Whatever turns you on,' he grinned. He stood in the centre of the room
with his mouth open like a right country bumpkin. 'Wow, it's so big.'

'How do you know?'

'Shurrup,' he laughed. Yeah, we were getting on fine at least we were very
roughly on the same wavelength. 'The room's huge.'

'Shared bathroom with our two teenies next door,' I opened the bathroom
door and he marvelled at the bath and big shower compartment. 'It can get
to be a clash with four of us but families manage alright so why not us?'

'Indeedy,' he laughed. 'They in?'

'I don't know,' I said. 'I wouldn't want to burst in, you never know what
they're upto.'

'Indeedy,' he said again.

'It's their holiday, I don't want to cramp their style,' I said. 'They know
where to find me if needs be.'

'They're bloody big beds for singles,' he remarked as we went back into the
room and I had a rake around in the bar and the cooler under. 'Ours are
single singles, sorta skinny ones. If the lads wanted to do anything
... er.'

'They'd have to push the beds together,' I laughed and waved him to a
chair. 'Cypriot lager, English can of something, a short or a soft drink.'

'I've got a taste for that Cypriot muck,' he stretched his legs out and his
shirt opened again giving me another flash of his smooth slightly tanned
chest. A quick check of his groin showed that he wasn't showing anything if
that makes sense. Just an average boy bulge, nothing to comment on.

I served him a lager and sat down opposite him after turning the radio on,
of course the thing immediately blasted out Christmassy pop which I turned
down. 'Aaah, nice to relax, that flight was murder.' I tried a bit of weak
conversation, what I really wanted was to hop into bed with him but you
knew that.

'Yeah...' He looked at me and grinned. 'Just the two of us. I'd like that
shower you offered but I'm a bit concerned about your little crew bursting
in.'

'Well the boys can't because you can lock the bathroom from the inside and
it seems my room mate, Anthony is occupied for the weekend.'

'Great,' he toasted me with his bottle. 'I suppose I should thank you for
your hospitality in some way.'

'No matter,' I grinned. 'I'm sure something'll come up.'

'You've got a way with words.' Seeing that I'd kicked my shoes off he did
the same and sat wiggling his toes. 'Anthony seems quite nice.'

'He is,' I stood up and got my camera from my bag. 'Do you mind,' I
focussed on him and then more properly on his face.

'Go on,' he gave me one of his pretty smiles and I clicked. Well, if I
didn't get any of his body I had a portrait for the collection.

'Open your shirt a bit, gimme some skin and a sexy smile.'

'So much for wedding photography,' he laughed but gave me a bit more chest
and another smile. God, he was quite sexy. I was wondering how to talk him
into the shower but he took matters out of my hands.

'I'll have that shower if you don't mind.'

'Go ahead, there's towels and all the rest of the stuff in the
bathroom. Make sure the door is locked to the other room.'

'Not this room?' He grinned.

'Upto you pal,' I grinned back. 'Depends if you want a hand or not.'

He looked at me for a long moment and just gave me another of his smiles
which was more a smirk and walked over to the bathroom. I checked the
camera display for when he finally came out, he'd look nice fresh from the
bath but I didn't know how far he was prepared to go on the photographic
front. I suppose I'd find out in a little while and I hadn't heard the lock
snap on the door.

'Jo...' I heard him call from the bathroom. As they say: The game was
afoot. I wouldn't say I went running in but I was out of my seat and over
there pretty rapidly. I had a need and time was limited. I didn't know if
his arrangements with his companions would allow him staying out the night
but there was no harm in asking.

I was surprised to find him in the bath rather than the shower but as soon
as I came in he gave me that ready grin of his over his shoulder. 'I
thought I'd have a quick bath and then shower off,' he explained himself.

'Good idea... I think I might take a shower as well.'

'Sounds good,' his voice broke as he spoke and he blushed just a little,
just enough to look the little innocent but I think he was far from
that. He was putting himself on offer, he knew it and so did I. I quickly
stripped off concious of his eyes on me and thankfully I wasn't totally
hard but just had a semi going, enough to show interest. I stepped into the
extra sized shower cubicle probably designed for a mum and dad together and
got the water right. As I did so I heard splashing and saw his naked for
rise from the bath and approach. The next thing was that his naked body was
in with me, a brief giggle and I put my arms around his wet body and hugged
him feeling the slip of his wet body against mine.

'Well, we got there,' I nuzzled at his neck and fondled his high riding
bottom. Firm, well muscled flesh twitched under my fingers and I felt his
penis hardening and rubbing against my groin.

'About time,' he chuckled. 'I couldn't make out if you were after me or
just being a Christian.'

'More a Sodomite,' I whispered.

'I thought so,' he snuggled upto me and I felt his hands slip down my back
and cup my cheeks and gently squeeze. 'You sure we're not gonna get
disturbed.'

'Not in the shower,' I gasped as he kissed my throat and he dropped to his
knees. Without any prompting he took me in his mouth and his flickering
tongue began to bathe my penis which surged to fully hard in his hot and
wet oral embrace. 'God, that's good, Art,' I slowly moved in and out as he
clasped my buns and his fingers probed at my crack.

'Do you go both ways?' He broke off a moment to ask me looking up my belly.

'Yep,' I slipped my cock back into his mouth. I heard a muffled 'good' as
he continued his self appointed task.

As I've said it was a big shower and I subsided to the tiled floor with him
in the downpour takling him into my mouth in a sixty niner and we were
away. He wasn't huge but he was a reasonable size for his age and as I
peeled his foreskin back and savoured his slippery glans I tasted the
tartness of his slime, he was dribbling just a bit and clearly on line for
a climax. As he sucked me hungrily I redoubled my efforts on his jerking
spike.

It didn't take long as I think we were both on top line. As he gasped and
the squirted into my mouth I did exactly the same and we writhed around
under the teeming water sucking each other dry and then scrambled around
kissing and fondling until we'd had enough. A final rinse off and we
stepped from the stall and dried off.

'Staying the night?' I gazed into his eyes as I dried him carefully as if
he was a child.

'Yeah, I'd like to... it's not going to upset your little mob is it?'

'Nah, I expect they'll have something organised by now,' I kissed him again
as I felt myself get hard yet again. 'Let's have a get together after
dinner and we'll see what's going on.'

'Ok but I'd still like that coupla hours lie down.'

'Want company?'

'Yeah,' he laughed. 'Natch.'

						.....................................................

Anthony

I had a very pleasant afternoon with Roberto, he introduced me to a couple
of the other hotel boys one of whom had humped the bags upstairs and
probably around five we decided to go and have a look at his
room. Yeah... right. He was up on the fourth floor and I wanted to find my
way around anyway. Of course the thought of more sex never entered into
it. He had to be on duty for seven to help out with the dinners and then he
was clear around the half ten to eleven o'clock mark. The only real
decision we had to make was whether we spent the night in his bed or mine,
I wasn't too fussed as long as long as it was the same bed.

He had a small room but it still had it's own shower and toilet which
seemed pretty standard, I thought being staff he might have shared but to
my relief he had a single and once we were inside we were in each other's
arms.

He guided me down onto the ned and we slowly got undressed. we weren't all
that rushed for time and I tenderly kissed and savoured his warm body
preparing him for what he was going to get. He didn't know it yet but I
wanted him totally this time, I'd taken his cherry already and this time I
wanted him to take me. OK, so he was a little bit femme but he had a nice
cock and I wanted to sample it, let him try being a top for a change.

'I'm so glad I met you, Anthony,' he mumbled as he shagged up against me
like a small dog, I could feel his erection rubbing against my thigh and
brought him on top of me guiding his hot meat between my thighs and then
clamping on his movements.

'Ditto,' I raised my legs up his side and he moved in harder with his belly
squashing my own hardon. I raised my knees a little seeing if he would take
the hint.

He smiled won at me and pushed my knees down to my chest. It was fine, he'd
clearly trodden this path before and just to prove it he drew a tube of
body gel from under his pillow. Not such an amateur as I'd thought.

'Yeah, go on,' I whispered as he looked at me with that silent plea in his
eyes. He grinned and smeared the glop onto his twitching meat and guided it
down as he knelt uptight to me. I felt his oiled glans brush against my
pucker, then stay and then the pressure as his knob pushed against me and
started to slide inside my gut. I helt his narrow hips to stop him going
mad but he was slow and gentle. He gave a little sigh of satisfaction and
then began to move to and fro gradually working his length inside me and
starting to kiss passionately at the same time.

Excellent. I squirmed around as I felt his hot cock inside me and his warm
breath in my mouth. I gazed into his dark brown eyes as he started a
regular in and out, still slow and smooth and very, very sexy. I clamped my
legs on his back and pressed forcing him into a closer union as he began to
shag properly. 'Go for it,' I gasped as I felt and heard the first sweaty
thwacks. He did.

Sweaty minutes later he came and I felt his hot spunk inside me fluid and
slippery as he slid free with a gasp but it wasn't over. I manahandled him
onto his belly and parting his legs mounted him doggy fashion and rumped
away at his sweet arse until I felt my own climax explode into his dark
skinned bottom and he moaned his appreciation craning his head for the
final kiss.

'A nice, long and slow romantic one tonight.' I lay alongide him stroking
his sweat sheened back.

'Yes,' he quivered in anticipation. 'My place or yours?' He giggled.

'Mine, we might get the chance to do some partner exchanges.'

'The more the merrier,' he laughed. Excellent, a boy after my own heart.


			      to be continued
		 .........................................

This Part got out of hand a bit so I decided to split the thing.  There
will be a Cypriot Break (2) immediately following this.

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