Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2008 15:19:37 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: SUMMER FLING - 5

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A SUMMER FLING



5 - Summer's End



by



G. Cutter



Well, I had two weeks left of my holiday. I'd lost Josh first, then the two
French boys and finally the here and now had arrived. I was standing by the
ferry to the mainland as it drew away waving goodbye to my cousins, Jo and
Jimmy. They'd been fun, great fun but all good things come to an end. I had
to look after myself now which meant back to the hand jobs until I could
find someone to link to. My best option were Chris and Bryan but they were
young for Jo and Jimmy, they were doubly young for me and I didn't really
want to drag them back to the caravan, Even Aunty Mary might give me the
raised eyebrows on that one.

Of course, the other one was Max down at Bouncy World, the trouble was he
seemed to be working all the time although I did fancy him something
rotten. We'd chatted but it had been frothy chat, nothing meaningful like
sex talk. I didn't even know if he was gay or just a trifle camp. I
suspected he was available but I didn't know. I'd also seen his kid brother
flitting around and he was just a younger version of Max. Both Jo and Jimmy
reckoned he was a 'goer' but I think that was wishful thinking. OK, so
they'd been swimming and buggering around with him but I was pretty sure
nothing had happened. Maybe he spurned them which would have been a laugh
as they were a randy pair that wouldn't take to being given the
elbow. Spermed, yes. Spurned, no.

I gave a final wave as my boys disappeared from sight and wandered through
to the beach area. I may as well ogle the kids at Bouncy World before I
went home to sort out the caravan. I sat at a table by the little snackery
with a Coke and a rather curly sandwich and watched the kids on the bouncy
waterslide and the castle alongside. The place was heaving although the
anklebiters were well under my age range. I squinted against the sun trying
to see if Max was on duty but it wasn't, it was a blonde kid who didn't
ring any bells sexual or otherwise. I wasn't dressed for splashing around,
I'd dressed up to see my cousins off which meant I had khaki combats on and
a loose shirt which I'd unbuttoned and just let hang allowing air to
circulate around my body. It was another hot one and after a final night
with the Munchkins I was near exhausted. My dick was raw and my bum wans't
much better which should give some indication of how the night had gone.

'Hi, guy. Where's the clan? A shadow fell across the table and I looked up
to see the beautiful Max in all his dark haired glory, he was wearing beach
shorts instead of his usual speedos but I forgave him, it was a small price
to pay for a close up of his nut brown torso. As smooth as a baby's bottom
save for the sparse black hair striving upwards to reach his cute innie
navel.

'It's Peter,' I smiled politely. I didn't really know him but we chatted a
bit after the nodding and smirking stage . I think we both had each other
sussed out but I could be wrong. 'Not working today?'

'Nah, day off,' he dragged out a chair and sat looking at me. 'Where's my
favourite blondy boys?'

'Jo and Jimmy went back today,' I answered presuming he was talking about
my cousins.

'Ah, right,' He looked at me and smiled. 'Another Coke?'

'Please.'

He stood up and leant up against the kiosk giving me a view of his rear end
unfortunately clad in baggy shorts with a yachting motif. He was nice all
the same and I felt a mild perking of the groin, if he propositioned I'd
go. Dream on! But hope springs eternal blah, blah.

He turned around, smiled down at me and plonked a chilled can on the
table. God, I was falling in love, his deep suntan on his already dark skin
made him almost as brown as Josh and his relaxed belly looked as smooth one
of those alabaster statues, you know, the Greek hero types. Maybe a bronze
statue would be a better simile but you know what I mean. From the size of
the tiny speedos he normally wore I guess he was that golden brown all over
except for a patch around his groin. Shit, I was copping a stiffy and from
his mocking grin he had me bang to rights. He was probably used to admiring
glances from the little girls and boys on the waterslide and here I was
acting no better. I raised my can in a toast . 'Absent cousins.'

'Ah, I thought you were pals,' he commented sitting comfortably and
stretching his legs out.

'We were,' I grinned. 'You can be mates with your cousins. We got on very
well, we had to, we shared a caravan.'

'What site?'

'It's in my uncle's back garden.' I explained the setup and he just nodded
taking it all in. Of course, I mentioned Josh and Pierre sleeping over just
as a bit of a teaser and to see how smart he was.

'Must have been a bit cramped in a two berther,' he laughed. 'Pretty hot
and sweaty.'

'And smelly,' I agreed and he laughed.  I think he'd sorted it out by
now. No one suffers a cramped and stuffy caravan without some payout at the
end and there's only one bonus to sleeping four boys to one small caravan,
it didn't need much working out.

'So,' he looked at me and smiled. 'You're all on your own now? A bit of
spare?'

'You could rephrase that,' I laughed. I wasn't all that familiar with the
Isle of Wight vernacular but 'a bit of spare' where I came from was a
hooker or a slut.

'Ah,' he looked puzzled for a moment and then smiled. 'Sorry, you must be a
Londoner.'

'Guildford actually but we talk Londonish.'

'I said sorry,' he grinned completely unconcerned. 'I meant at a loose end
sort of thing.'

'Yeah, I suppose. You get used to having people around you and then it's a
bit of a bummer when you finish up on your own.'

'You need cheering up.' he looked at me with a glint in his eye or maybe I
imagined it.

'I do,' I agreed awaiting his next move and I felt in my bones there was
going to be one. This kid and I was almost sure he was around the same age
as I was if not a little older was going to was just as much a hunter as I
was. He was feeling his way, trying not to put a foot wrong and I was
trying to make it easy for him. 'I miss the boys,' I put on a sad face.

He laughed again. 'Where is this caravan of yours... just as a matter of
interest?'

'Fourteen Ambrose Terrace,' I answered promptly.

'I know it, just around the back,' he waved an arm in the general direction
of Aunt Mary's.

'Yeah, you should have a wander around and chill, I've got a TV and all the
rest of it.'

'Sounds nice. Nice and private?'

'Totally,' I smiled and let my eyes drop to his crotch deliberately to see
if he'd pick up on it. He did. He could hardly miss, I was so bloody
blatant but my cargoes kept my own in check and I felt myself on pretty
safe ground.

'Mmmm...'

'You working right now?'

'No. My day off, I was just lurking spotting the talent,' he grinned and
opened his legs.

'Only boys around today,' I avoided his eyes looking at the assorted kids
running around. 'All a bit on the small side.' I think that was about as
far as I was going to push it.

'True,' he giggled rather like Jimmy used to do. 'Looks like we're both
bored.' He looked at me and I knew he'd gone as far as he would. He was in
the same situation that I was. He knew, or thought he did but he wasn't
absolutely certain and like me he was just as worried about saying the
wrong thing. A greaty pity we weren't sitting close enough to play the leg
game like Pierre had done with me.

'I gotta make a move,' I finally decided to risk it. 'Fancy a stroll?'

'Yeah, I just need to check the pumps. Wanna have a look?'

What the hell did I want to look at pumps for but he had something in mind
other than pumps that was for sure. 'OK,' I smiled.

We finished our cans and he stood and led off to the side of the water
slide and ducked into a tent which was strangely silent and isolated from
the screaming kids up above. There were two machines in there throatily
chugging away and at a guess I'd say they provided the air for the castle
and the slide of maybe even the water but he was close enough to touch, we
were alone and we were out of sight. It was now or never.

As he turned around I moved in until we gently collided. He smiled at me
and I placed the back of my hand on his tight belly feeling his smoothness
and warmth. He placed his hand on mine and I felt his other hand snake
around and settle on my bottom. I felt like the cat that had grabbed the
cream as I allowed my lips to settle on his throat and gently kissed.

'Aaaah... thank God for that,' he whispered and then his other hand went
around my back binding me in and he pulled back a little and looked at
me. His dark brown eyes gazed into mine and then I felt his lips meet
mine. It was our first kiss and it seemed to last forever. His crotch
ground into mine as we swayed in the gloom and suddenly he broke away with
a satisfied and relieved grin. 'I guess we're OK now?'

'Better than OK, Max my man. Fancy a walk?'

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'This ain't safe, too many eyes and ears around here.'

'My caravan's safe.'

'So you've said,' he chuckled softly. 'Lead on. Peter.'

That's exactly what I did and after picking up his shirt from where he'd
hung it we meandered away. We didn't rush or anything, he seemed paranoid
about anyone seeing him but he relaxed once we got off the beach and out of
site of Kiddy Korner as they rather camply called it. We chatted on the way
back and I found out that his father rented out the equiment and staff to
the local Council each summer and Max, his younger brother and a couple of
seasonal workers provided the small staffing required. The father didn't
only count the gold or coppers as Max insisted the revenue was but also ran
a small hotel further down the front. Max also dropped some very heavy
hints about his fourteen year old brother Dominic being one for the boys
but didn't expand too much. He probably wasn't too sure of me yet but once
I got him into that caravan I'd set his mind at rest.

He was about the same height as I was and now we'd gone through the first
kiss stage he admitted that he'd had his eyes on Pierre and myself for some
time, he'd also taken a shine to Jo and Jimmy but suffered from nerves and
shyness. I wouldn't have thought working in speedos that barely covered
your bits was shy but I let it go. I didn't want to upset him, I wanted to
undress him and lick him to death or something equally perverted.

'Here we go,' I led him down the side of the path and not seeing either
Fred or Mary around assumed they were out shopping or even having a nap,
they didn't disturb me anyway probably because it was a huge garden and the
caravan was right down at the end. A bit of the old out of sight out of
mind I fancy. I pointed out the outside toilet to Max just in case he had a
need and ushered him inside.

'Jee, it's hot in here,' he looked around and wrinkled his nose. 'What a
fuckin' mess.'

'Yeah, I know,' I grinned refusing to be put down by his lack of
enthusiasm. 'I was going to tidy up this afternoon but something came up.'

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'What was that?' He fell onto the bed and watched me as
I drew the curtains.

'You,' I gently pressed against his shoulder and he lay back across the bed
and looked up at me through half closed eyes. 'Going to lock the door?'

'Yep,' I snapped the catch and crouched over him dropping my head for the
first kiss and his arm came out and went around my neck dragging me
down. We kissed long and hard, our tongues met in a slippery tango and my
paler suntanned body lay on his dark skinned form as he crushed me with his
arms.

'Tell me, do you do it on the first date,' he whispered and I felt his
hands slip inside the elasticated waistband of my shorts and then inside my
briefs. He clasped the bare flesh of my bottom and sighed in lustful
satisfaction.

'I do if you do,' I grinned and squirmed on his hard young body as he
pumped his hips upwards. I pulled back a bit and cleared his open shirt
from his shoulders exposing his smooth torso to my hungry lips and suckled
on his dark brown nipples feeling them slippery and then harden in my
mouth.

'Oh, Gawd,' he moaned and suddenly broke free and lay up full length on the
bed. 'Let's do this properly,' he reached out and peeled my shirt off me
and then began to tug my combats downwards. 'I wanna get naked,' he
whispered and I laughed. I'd go with that. As his shorts came down as well
I saw that he had his sexy speedos on underneath but his sixteen year of
cock was at full stretch and it was a good size. It was a sixer and it
poked out at the side clear of the skimpy side bit of his swimmers. I took
pity on him and peeled them down as he raised his bottom and we were naked,
his darker body contrasting with my own. I'd picked up a good tan over the
last month but he was so brown he must have spent the entire season almost
naked. He had a paler patch around his pubic area but that was about it. He
was that beautiful dark caramel colouring like an Eursian but this boy was
tough, his belly was as hard as rocks and nearly as hard as his extended
penis which came complete with shiny head. He was oozing precum and as I
sank my mouth over it he whined and I thought he'd passed out. Suddenly he
grabbed me and moving around ducked onto my jerking cock like a gannet.

Silence fell and the only sound to be heard was the slobbering and sucking
as we both did our best for each other. He tasted salty and so juicy, he
was precuming all the time and I could taste his pearly semen as he pumped
into my mouth and I pumped into his. I grasped his firm and muscular cheeks
as he held mine and I knew that we were going to go further after this
sixty niner. The suck fuck was only the start, this boy was top line randy
and so was I.

Suddenly his movements began to get more urgent, he held my head and
started to grunt and gasp and then finally whine as his fat cock seemed to
swell in my mouth . I kept on him as he stopped sucking me and the first of
his meaty, spunky splashes shot into my throat and slid straight down and
then there were a series of creamy mouthfuls which I tasted and rolled
around my mouth before swallowing. His glans was oozing juice at the end
and I sucked avidly until I felt his meat begin to limpen. Then and only
then he started back on me but this tiome h was really going to town taking
almost all my sixer right into his throat and clasping my cheeks in a death
grip.

I cum in the end and it was a monster, it felt like he was sucking me dry
and he probably was. He managed to get his fingers into my crack and I felt
one prod and then penetrate me as he slowly finished me off and played with
my ring. His finger was just inside and he worked it to and fro sinking
deeper until his middle finger was buried to it's hilt stroking my
prostate. I got the buzz but it was over for the time being at least. We
were both done, played out and grinning happily at each other. We shuffled
around on the bed and I lay in his strong arms exchanging messy kisses and
pressing our softening organs against each other.

It was the best and most fruitful blow I'd had in a while. Nice cum in,
nice cum out you could say.

'My brother, Dom would love you,' he smiled lazily. 'That boy does like to
suck things.'

'I haven't finished with you yet,' I cuddled in on the messy bed. I really
had to sort this place out but first of all Max needed an introduction to
our outside shower.

After we'd come down from our high or whatever you want to call it we
shared the makeshift shower out the back and then still wet wet tidies up
the caravan and got it back to how it should be. Once the bedding was off
the floor there was a lot more room and I brewed up a nice cup of tea. As
an aside, it's amazing how refreshing tea is even in the heat and
especially after sex. It must be an English thing but after another quick
shower and with the caravan back to normal we sat there listening to the
radio and sipping our tea like a pair of old pals. A pretty good first date
if I say so myself and there was more to come. Naturally enough the mention
of his kid brother had registered and I was thinking evil thoughts about
him as well, hardly surprising that I felt myself gradually begin to
thicken if not harden.

'A pity I hadn't known you and your pals were a bunch of sex maniacs a
couple of weeks back,' he mused stretching his long legs.

'The little ones advertised enough,' I smiled and admired his muscular
brown body. I especially liked his tight black haired pubics which were on
the march towards his navel and would probably get there next
year. Curiously enough his legs were hairless and so was his crack as I'd
found out in our love struggles. No trace of shaving either which made him
even more attractive in my eyes, I did like my smoothies be they blond or
brunette.

'I'll bring Dom around one day or maybe send him around when I have the
duty with the kiddies. You can have a play in private.'

'Will he go for that?' I laughed. 'Just being sent on assignment sorta
thing.'

'Yeah,' Max giggled. 'He's always up for a bit of fun, he's so horny we
have to lock the milk bottles away.'

'Do you and he... er.'

'Yeah,' he laughed. 'He does me and I do he. That's what kid brothers are
for. If I've got to share a room with the untidy grot, I may as well take
advantage of his smooth, boyish, dark skinned and very willing
body... grrr!'

'Shurrup,' I laughed. The more he talked like this the more my penis perked
and perhaps that was what he was after as he smiled across and then began
to play with himself. Well, not wank you understand but peel his foreskin
back and examine his dark red glans and then squeeze his foreskin over the
tip. Naturally enough I could see his organ begin to harden again.

I made a second mug of tea but we were playing a game. We'd both cum and we
were both taking it easy allowing the juices to replenish but that wouldn't
take long. We were both virile teenagers and the more we sat and looked at
each other, the more we talked sex the harder we became. We drank our
second cup both now blantantly handling ourselves and getting harder and
harder. Ready or not we were going back onto that bed very shortly and try
to make babies. Which, I think is what they call an euphemism.

'Wanna lie down?' he asked softly and placed his mug on the side. 'Play
around a bit?'

'Make love?' I sounded such a tart it was cringey but I'd got past the
playing it cool stage, I was stiff again and I had a need. A need to do it
and get done like his little brother. I stood up and walked to the back of
the 'van and flopped onto the bed. A quick check and I found the sun tan
lotion tucked away behind the curtain, all systems go. 'Come here, Maxy.'

'Right,' he grinned broadly and with water beads still adorning his body
like little jewels in the multi coloured light coming through the striped
curtains he lay on the bed and smiled fondly as I rolled on him and slipped
my pale skinned erection between his brown thighs. He clamped on me and
clasped my buttocks squeezing and fondling the soft flesh. 'Boooootiful.'
he whispered and we were back to the breathless kissing again. This time it
was different, this time he lifted his legs up my sides and my penis was
sliding under his balls and down his perineum nearly reaching his tight
little sphincter and as he wriggled I felt the tip of my glans brush across
his puckered skin. 'Ooooh, Petey,' he sighed. 'Put some stuff on it.' Yeah,
right. Mundane but just what I wanted to hear.

This was it. I knelt up and presed his knees down onto his chest then
squirted the creamy sun tan glop directly onto his boy pussy and smeared it
around. The next step was to push a finger into his oiled ring and he
gasped at first but then wriggled and grinned at me as I worked that same
finger deeper and deeper into his hot tightness. He did the clamping and
easing bit which demonstarted his creds, he was no virgin and neither was
I. 'Ready?' I leant over him and gave him a flutterby kiss as Jimmy used to
call them and brushed my swollen knob across his pouting boy fanny.

'Go on,' he croaked. 'Slowly.'

That's exactly what I did. With our eyes locked on each other's I slowly
but firmly pushed and gasped as I felt my harness push against his yielding
flesh and then enter his delicious tightness. His mouth opened in a silent
sigh as I pushed and pushed until most of my stiff meat was buried in his
willing body and then I slowly began to move in and out. 'Mmmmm...' I
mouthed at his neck as I felt his incredible tightness clamp on me and then
relax as I moved to and fro sinking deeper until my own pubics were
nestling under his ballsac. We were well and truly joined and he squeezed
on me and grinned.

'Big boy,' he muttered and pressed his legs on my back binding me in as I
continued to make little moved in and out of his body. 'Nice...'

We didn't actually fuck, I just moved in him until we were both used to
each other and I was moving slickly in and out of his warmth and then I
began to fuck. He was an excellent lover, he stroked me and kissed and all
the time tried to time his squeezing with my fucking. It took time as we
were freshly drained but it came in the end and I climaxed in a sweaty
flurry feeling myself jerk and throb in his gut as he held me tightly and I
pumped away my all. This time I was well and truly shagged and fell onto
his belly as his legs came down. We lay face to face smirking at each other
and my deflated boyhood slipped free.

'We need more recovery time next time around,' he grinned
cheerfully. 'Squishy all the same,' he looked at me and pushed me away. 'On
your belly, Bitch.'

'Yes, Master,' I laughed and rolled onto my belly and parted my legs. His
big brown skinned cock jerked on his belly and he was probably more juiced
up than I was. I had the funny feeling that I'd been getting a lot more sex
than he had lately which may account for his super horniness compared to my
basic horniness which may sound complicated but wasn't to me. His enlarged
dark red glans was smeary again and I gave it a taste test before he put it
in me. Yeah, precum and that wasn't bad after two mugs of tea and a couple
of showers. 'You don't need too much glop.'

'Goody,' he giggled and I felt a finger between my cheeks brush across my
hole and penetrate. He worked his finger for the minimum, he was clearly
needy and got between my legs almost immediately moving his swollen organ
up and down my crack. I was sweaty and ready, I pushed my bum up and he
flathanded my cheeks. 'Jackpot,' he whispered and I felt his glans slip
between my cheeks and nudge up against me. It was nice and slippery and it
was eased even further by his own juices oozing from his pee slit.

'Aaah...' I gasped as I felt him broach me and then it was alright. It's
always the same and it doesn't really matter how big they are (within
reason) but the opening hurts and then things get better once the swollen
glans is within you. That's a very personal point of view of course but
once your back door's open, it's open to be basic. I wriggled a bit as he
steadily sank in me and then started to move to and fro. He was doing
exactly as I had, he was fucking his way in which eases the passage and
gave you that buzz once he was rubbing against your prostate. He was good
and I began to relax as he filled me with his hot thickness and I felt his
weight on me. He didn't kiss me on the lips but munched away at my neck as
he began to move faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held his
head bringing his lips to mine.

That was it, we shared air as he began to go faster and faster shoving me
up the bed with force and passion. If anything he seemed to get harder as
he moved and my legs slipped down so that my calves rested on his tight
bottom. I pulled him in when I heard his first moan and then he really went
for it. My body shook as he slammed into me and then stayed in tight. His
rigid cock jerked and I felt his hot seed squirt into my belly again and
again. I was right, he was sex starved and now he should be happy.

He was... he smiled at me and pecked me on the nose. 'You're a great fuck,
Pete.' Now is that romantic or what?'

'Cheers, Big Ears,' I smiled tiredly feeling his slippery muscle still
embedded in my body and still slowly moving to and fro.

'Big Ears is leaving the body,' he raised his torso and dropped back a
little allowing his spunk stained penis to slip from my body. I couldn't
see it but I knew my extended ring was slowly closing and more than likely
oozing boy cum. He had cum a lot and probably more than I had but it had
been a good one. Some sex is bad, some mundane and routine and some good. I
scored him as very good which with my recent assortment of lovers puts him
right at the top of the list.

'That was good,' I clung to him and we lay in the warmth and the dampness
of the now wrecked bed at peace with ourselves and the world.

'Yeah,' he agreed. We lay there for a while getting our breath back and
fell from the caravan straight into our cold water shower. One of these
fine days I'd get it wrong and blunder out of the wrong door onto the grass
and fall on my arse in full view of the house. Hopefully Fred and Mary
would be watching the TV in the other room when this happened but knowing
my luck they'd be looking out of the kitchen window. That should be worth a
laugh. They were aware of the various sleepovers in the last month and I
often wondered if they suspected anything but who knows? They were a
different and much older generation, the swinging sixties and the sexual
freedoms of the seventies and eighties had passed them by.

'Hungry?' I gave him a nudge with my elbow.

'I'm not blowing you again... not yet.'

'No, you dummy,' I laughed. 'Fancy a walkabout, get something to eat.'

'Yeah, alright,' he tried to sit up but I was on him again. I'd changed my
mind but only for another bout of stroking, groping and kissing after that
we got dressed and walked back down to the harbour. He said he knew a cafe
he used when working and we used that. A bit scruffy and off the
holidaymaker trail but it was cheap and you got a decent meal.

We had a stroll around the harbour after that and he pointed out things I'd
never noticed on my previous visits, he was a local after all. They even
had fishing boats there which I thought was cool, as a townie I'd got the
strange idea that our fishing fleet was defunct with so many EU regulations
and dwindling fish stocks. Of course, with the things you see on the TV you
also get the idea that the English Channel is like a busy motorway with
ships of all types jockeying to get in their right lanes and all the rest
of it. He gave me a bit of a lecture and the gist of it was that ships are
very small and the seas are very large. Ho hum, all pretty basic but I
liked listening to him and I felt strangely proud. Proud to be with him I
meant, he was a head turner and I basked in his reflected glory, he got
more than a few simpering smiles from the local females and that was a few
mums as well as some well under age. I noticed that the same applied to
quite a few of the boys and youths as well not to mention the family men. I
hoped some of the sly glances were aimed in my direction but I think he was
the main attraction. He had to be, so good looking and so confident, it was
like taking a stroll with a Greek god. I just hoped that the morning's get
together wasn't a one off and he'd start making excuuses to be about his
business but he didn't. We sat on the end of the breakwater on a low stone
wall watching a gaggle of fishermen for a while and then walked back down
to where the beach abutted onto the pier or maybe it's the other way
around.  This was where there was a gaggle of kids jumping from the wall
into the deeper water alongside and generally skylarking around.

'Gawd, all that eyecandy,' he sighed and sprawled back as we lay there
taking in the scenery and that was the aforementioned eyecandy. There's
something about wet teeny boys and clinging speedos, shorts and the thinner
underwear the kids wore.  'He's a sweety,' he pointed out a kid of around
eleven who was displaying all his assets through soggy white swimmers that
hid absolutely nothing.

'Too young,' I grinned. 'Be fair, he's got a dick like a bit of string.'

'I suppose,' he peeled his shirt off and lay on it. 'I should introduce you
to Dominic,' he continued to watch the kids.

'You should,' I agreed. The thought of being ravished, raped and generally
abused by him and his younger brother had occured some time ago and from
what I could remember about Dom he was just a smaller edition of Max with
shorter hair but just as nice in his own way.

'We should have a walk around and see if he's in his usual spot with his
mates.'

'OK with me.'

'What are you doing for the rest of the day, for the night... entertaining
in your caravan?'

'Who?' I laughed hoping desperately he wasn't working his way around to
ditching me.

'Well, you could invite me.' He glanced at me and grinned almost
nervously. 'That wasn't a one off, this morning I mean?'

'No way,' I felt a wave of relief break over me like cold Channel water, he
wanted me. I felt so girly I could have jumped on him and snogged him to
death and he saw it on my face.

'Great,' he reached out and I felt his finger track up my leg to the hem of
my shorts. 'I was hoping we could be boyfriends until you go back. You
know, hang out together, do the biz,' his voice broke.

'That sounds good,' I grinned stupidly. I don't know if he realised it,
he'd just made my day. 'Wanna stay the night?'

'Of course,' he laughed and stood. 'Come on, let's see if Dom is down on
the beach a bit, I know where he hangs out.'

We got up and walked off again this time in the direction of Bouncy World
which was at least on the way home. I gathered that Dominic didn't stray
too much from that area and was a bit of a loner which I thought was
surprising. I'd have thought a fourteen year old with his looks would be
either knee deep in little girls or boys but not so. He was a bit shy, Max
told me and I remembered back to the morning, Max himself wasn't exactly
bursting with confidence although we'd got there in the end.

'Mind you, he's a little raver once he get's going,' Max grinned as we
neared his dad's site. The same blond boy was uptop on the water slide and
was gazing out to sea ignoring the kids, so much for being the safety guy.

'Who's the blond kid?' I asked.

'George, he's a wanker,' Max looked up at blond boy. 'He's a part timer and
dad's getting shot of him at the weekend.'

'Mmm...'

'I can get you a job if you're interested,' Max blurted out. 'Every other
day, ten 'til six, free snacks on the job...'

'Do I get to blow Dominic?'

'Every day if you like,' Max grinned. 'You gotta do me as well though.'

'No probs.'

'Good. Start Monday. I'll wiggle the shifts so that you work with Dom and
myself.'

'Great.' I shook hands on the deal. I had a job for a fortnight which would
fill in every other day and then I had Max and hopefully Dominic to keep me
company when I or they got bored. No, it wasn't great. It was bloody
brilliant.

'Let's find Dom,' Max was off down the beach and I followed. We had a
search about and in the end found him propped up against the sea wall a few
yards from the little snacks and drinks kiosk hidden behind wraparound
sunglasses and all on his ownsome looking totally bored.

'Hey, brat,' Max kicked his brother's leg and Dominic came to life.

'I was dozing,' he took his glasses off and looked at me
curiously. 'Hi... Peter isn't it?'

'Yeah, pleased to meetcha,' I sat down on the outside of Max as he sat by
his brother.

'Pete is going to work with us for a couple of weeks starting Monday, he'll
be on our team.'

'That's good,' Dom smiled across at me and I smiled back. At this stage I
knew a little bit more about him than he did of me and I was visualising
his trim and slim naked body wriggling around on my bed. Mind you, Max
hadn't actually said he'd done the full scale dirty with Dominic, he'd just
made a remark that 'they'd done each other' but that could mean anything,
even as little as wanking, so perhaps I was reading more into their
relationship than there was. Anyway, it was fun to imagine them doing
things together, a sort of mental porno movie.  As I've said he was a cut
down version of Max the main difference being their hair. Whereas Max had
his is what I think they used to call a pageboy or something silly Dom's
was chopped off on top and gelled up but quite long on his neck around the
back and sides. I suppose he was prettier than Max but he was two years
younger after all. He was sprawled there wearing a pair of skimpy speedos
similar to Max's but I'd got myself placed so that I couldn't really ogle
him other than making it pretty obvious. I think Max must have realised
this as he got up and lay down the other side of Dom allowing me to move in
a little. 'I'm surrounded by men,' Dom giggled.

'You love it,' Max whispered and quickly looking around he ran a finger up
Dom's smooth brown thigh just stopping at the edge of the boy's speedos, an
inch away from the kid's noticeable bulge.  'Nice.'

'Perv,' Dom looked at me and rolled his eyes. 'He never stops.'

'I know,' I muttered. I was more shocked that anyone could have seen us
where we lay than the fact that Max had virtually groped Dom in plain view
of myself. I got the message all the same or I thought I had. Dom was up
for grabs or, at least, I hoped that's what they were trying to
indicate. Dom rolled onto his belly and rested his face on his forearms not
forgetting to wriggle his delicious little bottom.

'Nice arse,' I spoke without even thinking.

'I know,' he chuckled. 'It'll cost you.'

'What?'

'Yours,' he mumbled and I looked across at Max who was grinning right back
at me. Had that kid said what I thought he'd said?

'No probs,' I croaked feeling my boyhood slowly start to come to
life. Dom's tight dark skinned bottom was a treaure and his skimpy speedos
barely covered his boyish bum, he even had dimples for God's sake.

'Calm down,' Max laughed. 'You're pointing.'

'Shit,' I blushed and rolled onto my belly as well, it was safer.

Once the buzz died it was nice to relax in the sun. I'd spent over a month
having loads of companionship and sex (let's not forget the sex) and it
made a nice change to chill as they say over the pond. I knew Max would be
staying overnight and Dominic was waiting in the wings, for one afternoon
at least I could behave like a 'normal' holidaymaker and do bugger all. We
had a splash around on the water slide later and even a splash around in
the sea although the beach had a lot of sharp pebbles nearer the
tidemark. As evening came in I parted from the boys, Max promised to come
around about nine and Dominic promised to catch up with me in due course
whatever that meant.

After supper with Uncle Fred and Aunrty Mary I had a nice bath indoors to
get rid of the salt and wended my weary way (I like that one) to the
caravan happy to relax yet again and lie there watching the muted TV. When
Max came in he plonked a six pack of lager on the table and we then both
sat on the bed supping our booze and generally chatting. It seemed that he
had to go to work around eight thirty tomorrow which was a bummer but
Dominic was coming around to wake him and to make sure he didn't oversleep.

'Come around for lunch around twelve thirty, Dom is doing the afternoon
shift on the slide.' Max ran his cold can on my leg. 'He'll probably stay
the morning if you ask nicely. That's presuming your aunt and uncle don't
bird-dog you.'

'I'll ask and they don't,' I grinned slightly surprised at being offered a
fourteen year old on a plate as it were.

'Good, he likes you,' Max grinned. 'Not as much as I do,' he ran his
chilled can up my leg again and then lightly ran his hand up the dampness
on my leg. 'This TV's crap.'

'Turn it off, put the radio on.'

'OK.'He went down the end and switched the TV off and the small caravan
lights in the main body of the 'van. he then sat down again on the bed and
flopped onto his back. 'Cooler tonight.'

'Indeedy,' I leant over and kissed his taut belly and needless to say he
stroked my hair and applied a gentle pressure. I knew what he wanted and
gently lapped at his navel as I felt a hand slide down my back as I curled
up on the bed and nuzzled at his crotch. The meat within was hardening and
with some gentle mouthing I felt it stiffen up properly and extend out into
a straight line. He must be comando under his jeans, no briefs and no
speedos. I gently nipped the meaty tube within his jeans and felt it
stiffen even more.

'Wanna go to bed?' He croaked.

Now that was a silly question, I flitted about drawing the curtains and
snapped the catch on the door. The little skylight was open but that
wouldn't matter, we could just about see the stars from where we lay, very
peaceful and back to nature. I unzipped his jeans and ran the zip down
removing them as he removed his shirt. He lay on the bed dead centre in all
his brown skinned beauty with his mansized boycock jutting up onto his
belly with just the suspicion of shiny slime at it's tip. 'I've been
waiting for this all day,' he whispered as I stood and disrobed and when
naked lay down alongside him and it began.

We started in the usual way, a belly to belly kissfest and belly wanking,
that's what I call it when you lay belly to belly and move against each
other grinding and moving each other's erections together. It get's you
going and as he handled my bum with his strong hands I felt the night air
on my pucker and surrendered to his love or his lust, I didn't care. I just
wanted his meaty cock inside me and I wanted his throbbing and
squirting... I was in one of my bitch moods but it would pass. I rolled
onto my back and allowed him between my legs which he raised and then knelt
up smiling down at me. I held his solid penis and worked the loose skin to
and fro as he found the trusty lube and massaged my hole with it. No
fingering this time, we'd passed that stage. He lowered himself to me and I
whined as I felt his slippery and engorgeg glans push at my ring and open
me up.

'Aaaah...' I sighed with the ultimate satisfaction as he took me slowly and
tenderly. His virile meat speared into me time and time again as I clung to
him and kissed so hard his lips must have been frayed. In the end it
finished as it always does, a flurry of short, sharp jabs and then the
final pumping and throbbing as he pleasured me with another flood of his
creamy white sperm, Boy, that kid could cum. Maybe he'd been as frustrated
as I'd been all afternoon but as he slipped free we went into another
frantic love struggle. I almost forgot Simon, my true love but not quite,
Max came a very close second. I rolled him onto his belly and studied his
smooth brown flanks kissing and nibbling at his firm flesh... mine all
mine.

'Nice and slow,' he whispered and opened his legs. It or he was the joining
of a lifetime (again). Sweet and tender, rough and hard, all part and
parcel of a good one. When I finally cum I surprised myself with the
volume, this boy brought out the best in me and when we eventually parted
we lay together as before in blissful exhaustion .

'I'm gonna enjoy the next couple of weeks,' I whispered as we covered
ourselves against the night chill.

'Who's the picture,' he plucked the snapshot of Simon from the windowledge.

'Simon, my boyfriend.'

'Nice,' he grinned. 'You'll have to introduce me some time.'

'Next summer if things work out.'

'Sounds good,' he rolled onto his side and I snuggled up against his smooth
back and soft bottom. I was in heaven and I was damn tired as well.

We did it all again at dawn and being high summer that was around five in
the morning, it was as good as before. We were used to each other now but
this time we took a cold shower and I can tell you that is torture, very
Northern European jumping around in icy cold water at that hour of the day
and amazingly enough we went back to bed and fell asleep again. As I
drifted off I had the vaguest recollection that the kid brother was coming
around later on but I let Max cuddle me, I'd handle Dominic if and when he
arrived.

The next time I awoke Max was gone, he must have been very quiet but
someone else was there and it was Dominic. To my surprise he was making
coffee or tea and as I peeped pretending to be still alseep I had a chance
to study him or his back. He was wearing navy blue ball cap, a sleeveless
light blue t-shirt displaying his smooth brown arms and low slung khaki
combat shorts... he was fucking gorgeous and that was from the back.

'Morning, Dom,' I spoke quietly trying not to startle him but letting him
know I was awake.

'Max said he had a good night,' he giggled still facing away. 'You gotta be
hot to handle him.'

'We got on OK,' I spoke modestly feeling quite pleased with myself. I love
compliments especially from someone as dishy as Max.'

'Right,' he cackled and came over with coffee which had lumps of cream
floating on top, he'd just about caught the milk before it turned. 'I put
two sugars in.'

'Great.'

'You need to apologise for yesterday.'

'What for?'

'For making rude comments about my bum,' he grinned.

'Well, it is nice,' I grinned remembering the brief conversation. 'You're
nice all over,' I let my eyes very obviously run from his cap to his
sandals. The one thing that stuck out, stuck out. Making coffee must turn
him on or it was the thought of what was to come and you can work that out
for yourselves.

'Cheers,' he sat on the end of the bed and removed his cap. 'Gonna be hot
in here,' he smirked and tugged his t-shirt off over his head. He was
indeed a mini Max. The same colouring, the same nut brown flawless skin but
more boyish and slender. 'You like?'

'Very much,' I reached out and taking his slender arm drew him down onto
the bed alongside me. He lay completely at ease and turned inwards to meet
my lips as my hand reached across to tug at his zip his hand snaked under
the sheet and grasped my near hard erection.

'Mmmmm...' He almost purred as I stroked his smooth chest and gently
rounded belly with the back of my hand a bit like checking drying paint. He
was so smooth but had the faintest of fuzz below his navel and as his
shorts fell open at the front I let my fingers run down and inside his
tight briefs. I delved inside them feeling his crisp pubics and the heat of
the base of his cock. Some stroking and caressing later and after shucking
his shorts down around his ankles I slowly peeled his briefs down gradually
exposing his sturdy five incher fully extended and with it's foreskin fully
retracted. He moaned as my hand encircled it and I grasped it's smooth
hardness and heat.

As I sucked on his hard nipples he moved around and kicked his shorts and
briefs clear and returning my lazy passion kissing and then lapping until
we must have looked like a bundle of arms and legs. He got a finger inside
me which was fine as I managed to get down onto his sweet meat and take it
right into the back of my throat. I could taste the sweet and sour of his
dribbling as he slowly fucked into my mouth and reamed me with his
fingers. I returned the compliment but lubed my finger before working it
into his tight bottom and then the squirming began. He loved it, he pushed
back and clamped onto my finger like a velveteen vice as I sucked and
delved for his prostate. When I found it he whined and clamped even harder
but he was getting harder and harder. He'd slid his finger free now and
held my head as he face fucked me and at last gave a quavering moan and let
fly.

Now with two fingers I rammed in deep and hard as I felt his hot cock and
jerk and finally blast two powerful jets of thick boy spunk straight down
my throat and then two further blasts which filled my mouth and even
splashed on my cheek. He lay there gasping with my fingers still slowly
moving in is tight brown arse and my tongue busy at lapping puddles of
thick juice from his belly and navel. He came as much if not more than his
brother. One pair of oversexed siblingsand as far as I knew, I had them all
to myself.

'Fuck me,' he muttered. Now that's what I call blunt but I wasn't in a
hurry. He was too good to rush and even drained and knackered he was still
a vision laying there in his brown skinned glory sweaty and shiny with my
spittle... time to get dirty.

I moved down the bed and lifted his legs, like a pro he drew his knees down
to his chest and held then there as I ducked and sucked his soft cock and
then his fuzzy scrotum. He made little appreciative gasps and sighs as I
tracked across his perineum with my tongue and took my first taste of his
sweaty and funky hole. He comntracted and eased as I lapped and prodded at
his smooth ring and the thing dilated and then pouted as I lubricated it
with my saliva and tried to force my tongue in. I didn't make a big deal of
it as he had lube inside and he was now begging in hoarse whispers for me
to do him and do him hard.

I couldn't wait, even after my night with Max I was so hard it was almost
painful and I moved my swollen and slightly sore glans up against his
yeilding and spit slick sphincter.

'Go on,' he smiled at me and holding my hardness held it firmly at his
slippery entrance. One gentle push was all it took and I closed my eyes as
I felt him open up to admit me and then the tightness and heat took me
in. 'Yesss...' he sighed with satisfaction as I settled into his beautiful
body quite easily and began to move in and out of his willing flesh as if
we were made for each other.

As I made love to him and got bolder and stronger he made small mewing
sounds and clamped on me accepting my six inches of solid flesh as it
plugged him and then filled him as my pubics mashed up under his tight
scrotum. His legs were pressing on my back binding me in when I came in a
surprisingly short time. All the sweaty love and passion I had in me surged
and burst into his tight bottom and he wriggled and held himself tightly to
me accepting it all apart from the dribble oozing from his hole as I slowly
withdrew. We lay their in our funk and sweat idly kissing and stroking each
other. I loved his delicate ears, his bristly hair and his strong
jawline. I loved everything about him and his brother and Simon. What a
slut.

I had two weeks to go and they were going to be good weeks. I had another
letter from Simon I had to reply to. I must get a picture of Max and
Dominic to sent... I'd make him so jealous. Well, maybe not but you know
what I mean. I stretched in the bed and Dom turned into me and started to
dry hump against my leg, the brat was hard again and I laughed out loud and
turned to face him.

'Are we doing it again before we meet up with Max?' He whispered and placed
a kiss on the tip of my nose.

I just stared back and smiled slightly... two weeks to go and as for doing
it again, of course we are, that's what a Summer Fling is all about.




				 THE END.



There you go. I hope you enjoyed it, probably another one I over extended a
bit but there you go. A failing of mine is getting an idea in my head and
then galloping off without a clear ending in sight for which I apologise.
That's the trouble with soaps on TV, they're not really written with an end
in sight... a bit like my stories. I had a couple of letters telling me
that Chater 4 'limped' a bit so I hope this one made up for it.

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