Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2017 17:04:04 +0000 From: bruno Subject: Summer in Spain Chapter 1 SUMMER IN SPAIN Chapter 1 I guess it was an act of charity. I had never been on holiday with Martin and Lauren before. Martin and I had gone travelling in our college days but, naturally, his priorities changed when he married Lauren. My priorities had changed too. I had been in a relationship with Seb for seven years. Not that long, I know, but I had been lazy enough to think it would carry on left by itself, so it was a shock when he walked out. At thirty-eight, I was a successful author but my personal life was a mess. I don't know whose idea it was – Martin's or Lauren's – to invite me to join them for a week in the south of Spain, but I leapt at it. `There is a catch,' said Martin. `We booked two chalets. Both have a double bedroom but one has a single room as well. It's designed for a grandparent or child. We were going to take that but Jay refuses to sleep in a room next to ours, he says he's not a kid anymore. Will you put up with him?' Jay had been thirteen when I last saw him. Moving to Bristol with Seb meant I was too far away to drop in, and staying the weekend was a hassle. I'd meet Martin for a drink after work and sometimes Lauren would come along and we'd go for a meal, but I only ever heard about Jay, I never saw him. Until we all rendezvous-ed at the airport. He was sixteen, maybe five feet ten, and as we waited to board he was clearly excited. It irritated Martin, who liked everything calm and under control. `Can I sit next to Uncle Doug?' asked Jay. `No,' said Martin. `You sit with Mum. Uncle Doug and I have some catching up to do.' I knew what Martin had in mind. He could use sitting next to me as an excuse for a drink while Lauren and Jay sat the other side of the aisle. And I wasn't going to complain. Disembarking from the plane, I was hit by the heat of the Spanish sun, a relief after the drab English weather. `Brilliant!' said Jay, looking up. His blond hair, cropped on one side and neatly parted, picked up the sun. `I can't wait for a swim. Do you want to come swimming, Uncle Doug?' `Let's get to the hotel first,' said Martin. `I expect Uncle Doug will want to unwind after the flight.' I was going to knock this Uncle Doug stuff on the head, but not now. `I'll come for a swim. Jay,' I said. `But I'll have a shower first and check my emails.' `A shower,' repeated Jay. At the hotel, a porter took our luggage and escorted Jay and me to our chalet. `Wow!' said Jay, looking around the hall. `This is ace.' The porter opened the door into the main room. `Is this one mine?' asked Jay, with a cheeky smile. When he saw his own room, his disappointment was evident. `Oh,' he said. `Call that a window?' While I was unpacking, Jay came into my room and bounced on the bed. `Yours is much bigger than mine,' he said. `Are you going to check out the swimming pool?' I asked, craving some privacy and a bit of peace and quiet. `What are you going to do?' he asked. `I'm going to have that shower.' The chalet was quiet, Jay must have gone swimming. I stripped and went into the bathroom. It was communal, which I hadn't expected. The water pressure was good, it washed away the grubbiness of the early start and the flight. Looking out of the cubicle, I noticed the bathroom door was ajar. I could have sworn I'd shut it. Then it closed, as if by itself. Someone had been watching me, spying on me naked. And it didn't offend me, in fact it quite turned me on. Five minutes out of the shower, there was a knock on my door. It was Jay, in yellow speedos with a towel round his shoulders. `Are you coming?' he asked. `To the pool? I thought you'd already gone.' `I was waiting for you.' I couldn't ignore it. Jay had the body of a swimmer, with defined pecs and abs and smooth muscled thighs. And, as with all the best swimmers, his speedos showed off a great package. His penis was clearly delineated and his young – but by no means small – balls filled either side. `Do you swim much?' I asked. `I was captain of the Under 16s,' he replied. `Well let's get going,' I said. As he turned, I noticed his buttocks pressing against the material, revealing that secret gap between them. At the pool, Lauren was stretched out on a sunbed. `Martin's been called by his work,' she said. `He says he'll join us for dinner.' I had expected to swim a few lengths and then join Lauren, but Jay wanted to fool around. He tried to push my head under the water and, as we mucked about, his body brushed against mine and my hands accidentally touched his speedos. It was as if he intended it. We climbed out and sat on the side, drying off. The shape of his genitals was all the more obvious now those speedos were wet. `Later,' he said, `I'll show you my dive.' At dinner, Martin, Lauren and I shared a seafood platter and a bottle of the driest white wine. Jay stuck to salad. `He's a vegetarian,' explained Lauren. `It's a fad,' said Martin. `It's good to have ideals when you're young,' said Lauren, defending him. `He never drinks alcohol either, do you darling?' `I guess there's plenty of time for that when I'm older,' Jay replied. And I detected a note of sarcasm directed at his father, who was summoning the waiter for another bottle. `Uncle Doug and I have a taste for the finer things in life,' said Martin. `He doesn't need to call me Uncle,' I said. `Not now he's sixteen.' `Maybe when he's an adult,' said Martin. `We'll keep it Uncle for now.' While we adults sampled the brandy, Jay went off to his room. `He'll be texting his friends,' said Lauren. When I returned, the light in Jay's room was off. I assumed he'd gone to sleep and thought I'd do the same. A quarter of an hour later, I was reading in bed when there was a knock on the door. Jay came in wearing a T-shirt and a different pair of speedos, orange ones. `I went out for a late night swim,' he said, and sat on the side of the bed. `Why do they call them budgie smugglers?' he asked. `Speedos?' I said, playing for time. `Yup,' he replied. `I guess it's because you can squeeze a budgie into them.' `That wouldn't leave much room for the rest of me, would it?' he said, lightly stroking himself. `I thought it was because my balls and cock look like two budgies facing away from each other.' `Maybe that's it,' I said, hoping he wouldn't spot my blushing under the bedside light. `Goodnight, Uncle Doug,' he said, and kissed me on the cheek. He noticed my confusion. `Oh, I thought I was supposed to kiss you goodnight. Seeing as you're my uncle.' 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