Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2016 22:41:46 +0000 (GMT)
From: ovote@unseen.is
Subject: Tony & Rhys Chapter 1

Usual cautions and recommendations apply. This story is complete fiction,
no actions described actually took place. No person depicted actually
exists. If you copy this story anywhere else all I ask is that you promote
nifty by mentioning you got it from here.

No sex in this chapter, it's just setting the scene. I don't know how long
this is going to be, or what will happen next. Most of the ideas for what
is ahead for Tony and Rhys will come from my wank fantasy moments after I
write each chapter. I can't promise to use any ideas but if you want to
send them feel free. I won't be doing any kind of mistreatment or abusing
the boy (or boys if more come into the story). I prefer to guide my
imaginary beauties into scenes of exquisite pleasure and see them become at
ease with their sexuality and the joy of male2male sex.

ovote@unseen.is

Tony.

So here I was, set up on a pretty busy campsite in beautiful Cornwall. I
was touring around the South West and as I lay back in the sun with a cold
drink at my side subtly taking in the very, very nice eye candy. I expected
to be staying at this site for quite a few days. More or less every way my
eyes turned, hidden as they were behind my dark sunglasses, I was able to
take in the gorgeous sight of lots of sexy teenage boys. Topless and tanned
boys were my weakness, and I was not one to resist temptation when it
reared it's sexy head (although I preferred it to rear it's sexy bottom). I
didn't plan to be doing anything silly here though, I was quite content to
get my wanking fantasies stoked up just by what was going on around me.

I picked out three or four boys over the next hour or so, and lay back just
watching, earphones in and baseball cap pulled back it looked as if I was
asleep. That soon turned into something else as I noticed one particular
boy heading to the toilet block for the second time. Most of the others
were involved in various kick about soccer games, but he wasn't and apart
from his previous trip to the toilets I hadn't noticed him with the other
lads. When he returned to the block for the third time my radar went into
high gear. Most of us who had done a lot of cottaging in years gone by will
know that instinct when you know someone is up for it without them giving
any outward sign. I was getting that signal coming in strongly now. The boy
was about 13 or 14, dark haired with glasses, which is a big turn on for
me. Boys wearing glasses are just so fucking sexy to me. He had that air
about him that says he was a bit of a loner, not a joiner-in and not very
good at team sports. He looked like the boy that was often left at the end
of the team picking. That was a thing I remembered well from my own teen
years, I was pretty crap at most sports except for running and
badminton. As the day waned I thought about how to find out what was going
on with him, and if there was chance for my fantasies to become a little
more, without risk of course.

Going to the toilet block in the late evening I saw it was an L shaped
block with showers and sink in one side of the L. In the other there was
three cubicles set out along one wall with a bank of urinal opposite, a
pretty standard set up. My camper van was set up about 80 metres from the
block and I may have had just the perfect toy to find out what was going on
with him. My business is computers, and it was also my hobby. Why not? You
may as well be doing things you enjoy in life after all. And I was your
typical geek when it came to my toys.



Rhys.



Another holiday stuck in a tent with parents wasn't what I had hoped for,
but money was short so back to Cornwall we went. Not much chance of
sneaking a nice wank in a sleeping bag when my parents were just on the
other side of a nylon tent wall and my little brother Josh was in another
sleeping bag right next to me. At home I was at it every chance I could, my
wank socks usually ended up looking like a relief map of Italy after a few
days.The only chances of emptying my balls was to do it in the toilet and
shower blocks if they weren't being used. Luckily there were a few around
the campsite and so I could go to different ones each time and not get
noticed. Up until now I hadn't noticed anybody else showing up in them when
I did.

At school I had a few friends who were always as horny as me, sneaky dick
watching looks in the shower after games I soon spotted that they were
doing the same, and they saw me doing the same as them. Boys will be boys
my Dad always says, and it didn't take us long to come up with reasons to
knock around together and start our wanking games. Holidays here were
turning out a lot different though and I was having to make do with my own
hand and no dick for my mouth. None of the other boys around my own age
seemed to be interested in the same as I was, they were all hanging around
the arcade, or the pools where the girls were. I have never been able to
see a gang of girls in swimming costumes and feel the tingling in the pit
of my stomach that I did when I was playing with another boy's dick.

Before settling down in the tent for the night I made a trip down for a
dump, and of course a nice secret wank because the toilets were usually
quiet at this time. Most people were in the club drinking and watching the
entertainment. As I sat there stroking and thinking of some of the boys I
had seen around the site. I just didn't think there was a way to find out
if any of them were the same as I was. I heard footsteps coming in so
stopped and just played, keeping it hard by rubbing on the ridge where I
got a lot of shivers from. I heard whoever it was having a piss outside and
then him going over to the sinks and washing his hands. Then the hand drier
started off, I would soon be able to carry on. The feelings I was getting
from rubbing all over the slippy end of my dick were really nice and I was
getting a little bit of trembly leg as well. It would be nice to keep doing
it just this all the way I was thinking and I closed my eyes and leaned
back against the wall.

What was that!! Something had hit me and bounced off. I heard the hand
drier stopping and whoever it was walking out of the toilets. He had thrown
something over the top of the door at me. Looking down there was a condom
packet lying on the floor, I picked it up and saw that there was two
unopened condoms inside the box. Had he heard me? No he couldn't have done,
I knew I hadn't been making any noise. I didn't know what to do so I pulled
up my shorts and opened the door. Nobody was in the toilet block and I was
feeling a bit freaked out, it might be a good idea to go to a different set
of toilets to finish off I thought, so I went outside and took a good look
around. It was nearly dark and whoever it was could have gone any way, and
there wasn't anybody walking away either.



Tony.



Standing in the dark against the bushes I knew he wouldn't be able to see
me, black top and trackies and with my baseball cap on I was pretty much
invisible. I watched the boy come out of the toilet block and look all
around. He was looking towards the caravans and tents though, where you
would expect someone to be heading for. After a second or two he moved
off. I stood where I was for a few minutes to give him chance to get out of
sight, I also wanted to make sure he didn't do the same as I was doing and
stand in the dark watching. Taking a circular route I headed back to the
block, straight into the one cubicle that had been occupied before, there
was no condom box and I knew he had took it with him. I smiled as I thought
about the little note folded up between the two condoms and wondered what
his reaction would be when he read `Hey there, seen you cruising here and
think you like what I like, wear a white T tomorrow if I am right'

Settling down in my van when I had built myself a nice fat one I stroked my
cock as I toked myself to a nice pleasant high I decided no cumming
tonight. I would save it up for him. If this was going to work he deserved
all that I could mix for him. I loved the anticipatory build up from this
kind of situation. All that was needed was for the other player to turn up
and it would be `game on' tomorrow.