Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2016 21:09:05 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: Danny's Summer Holidays PART 1

DANNY'S SUMMER HOLIDAYS

It has been a while since I sent a story to Nifty and I hope you will enjoy
reading this latest offering. This story is an invention, a fiction.  It
concerns the sex adventures of a 15-year-old boy and his exploits with
other boys.

PROLOGUE: DANNY

	In the last few years since he'd entered puberty and became more
sexually aware, Danny had come to realise his interest was in boys.  He'd
had a few experiences with school-mates but nothing more serious than
mutual masturbation.  His friends had enjoyed the experimenting but none
were prepared to take things further in case anyone might suggest they were
gay.  Danny wanted more. He wanted to do the stuff he'd watched online and
imagined when he wanked himself. He was determined to explore his feelings
and take his sexual urges further.  It was summer and the school holidays
had begun.  Danny had just arrived at his aunt's small guest house in
Littlewick, a seaside town in England.  He was looking forward to it as
there was little for a teenager to do in his home town.  He'd be able to
get away from home for a few weeks and have some privacy and independence.
Besides which, his aunt was going to pay him for working a few hours each
day.  Best of all, though, he would be able to visit the beach where he'd
be sure to see lots of cute boys.  His aunt welcomed him, showed him his
small bedroom and then invited him down to the kitchen.

"Now, Daniel," she began, "You'll need to be up early each morning because
I want you to help with the breakfasts.

"It's Danny," the boy said, "I prefer Danny to Daniel."

"Danny it is, then," she replied.  "Now, breakfast is from 7.30 until 9.00.
Once that's done there'll be a few cleaning and tidying jobs until about 10
and then the rest of the day is yours to do as you please."

"Sounds great!" smiled Danny.  This was going to be easier than he thought.

The first few days were uneventful.  Each breakfast time, Danny would take
the guests orders and then act as a waiter, scuttling back and forth from
kitchen to dining room with platefuls of his aunt's legendary Full English
breakfast.  Then he'd assist his aunt by doing little chores such as
vacuuming the carpets and, once the guests had gone out for the day,
helping to tidy the five guest bedrooms.  As soon as he had finished his
duties, Danny would tell his aunt he was going out for the day but would be
back in time for the evening meal.  Then he'd make his way to the beach for
some boy-watching.

The summer sunshine was the perfect setting for boys of all ages to put on
their shorts (why don't more boys wear short trousers these days?!) and
Danny perved at the youngsters smooth, hairless legs as they passed him on
the promenade.  He spent some time in the amusement arcades, another magnet
for boys, but best of all he enjoyed sitting on the beach where boys
exchanged shorts for swimwear and, just rarely, tight speedos.  Danny was
constantly having to adjust the teenage bulge that kept pushing itself
forward in his trousers.  Each night, as he lay naked on top of the
bedclothes, images of the cutest and sexiest boys he'd seen that day played
through his mind.  He'd memorized the outstanding examples of boyhood he'd
witnessed – what he jokingly referred to as his `wank bank' – and
imagined doing all sorts of wicked things with each of them as he played
with his hot stiffness and brought it to the inevitable sticky conclusion.

PART 1: PETER

	Saturday came and that meant a new group of holiday-makers arrived
at Littlewick.  Danny was returning from his day's boy-watching.  His cock
throbbed in his underwear and he could feel the sticky precum exuding from
his adolescent member.  He was keen to get to his bedroom where he could
finally have a good wank.

	As he came into the front hallway he came face-to-face with a
family of new arrivals who were checking in at the little cubby-hole that
served as Reception.  A couple in their thirties and two boys.  Danny was
stunned at their cuteness. One was around 9 or 10, Danny guessed, and was
wearing pale blue shorts down to his knees, set off by a rather cute
striped t-shirt. He looked like a rather perky cabin-boy, thought Danny.
The other was maybe 13 and was wearing denim cut-offs and a brightly
coloured Bermuda shirt.  The boy looked up at Danny, flicking back his
Beiber-styled hair, and smiled.

	"Danny, help with our guests' cases, will you?" said his aunt
shocking him back into reality, "Mr. and Mrs. Davies are in Room 3 and the
two boys are next door in number 4."

	Danny took a suitcase and made his way upstairs with the family
trailing behind.

	"Everything can go into our room," said Mrs. Davies, "We'll sort it
out later for ourselves."

	Danny opened the door to Room 3 and went inside, putting the case
down beside the bed.  "I'll just show the boys to their room," he
suggested, and beckoned the youths to follow.  "Here you are, Room 4," he
said.

	The two boys raced into the room, bickering over who was to have
which bed.  Danny remained on the landing watching them briefly before the
older brother turned and said, "Thanks, see you later maybe."

	He left them all to their unpacking and hurried off to his own
room.  He had some `unpacking' of another kind that required immediate
attention.

	At breakfast the following morning, Danny was keen to see the boys
again.  As soon as the guests had assembled he went into the Breakfast Room
to take the orders as usual.  Mr. and Mrs. Davies were there, along with
the younger of the two boys.  They made their requests after which
Mrs. Davies said, "I don't know what James will have.  He's such a
slow-coach in the mornings and has come downstairs yet."

	"Well, if he doesn't get here pronto he'll miss his breakfast,"
said Mr. Davies.

	"I'll nip upstairs and ask him," offered Danny, not realizing how
silly that sounded but perhaps led by an unconscious desire to see the boy
again.

	"Oh, thanks," said Mrs. Davies, "That's very kind of you."

	Danny returned to the kitchen and gave the breakfast orders to his
aunt, who was busily frying bacon and eggs and watching the toaster, then
he bounded up the stairs and found himself outside Room 4.  He knocked but
there was no answer.  He knocked again.  Perhaps the boy was still asleep
in bed, he thought.  He tentatively turned the handle, opened the door and
went into the boys' room.  There was no-one there, although the disheveled
bedding and items of clothing scattered about the floor made it clear that
boys were around.  He could hear the shower splashing from the ensuite
bathroom.

	In a mixture of lust and boldness, Danny went over to the bathroom
door and pushed the door wide.  James was standing in the shower with his
back to Danny washing his hair.  Danny stood transfixed, watching the soapy
bubbles trickling down the boy's back and across his pert rear-end.  He
cleared his throat, "Hey, excuse me," he said.

	The boy turned in the shower.

	"Yeah," grinned James, "What's up?"

	Danny was a little tongue-tied and stood their gazing at the
youngster's lean body.

	"Well?"

	"Umm, your parents were wondering what you wanted for breakfast,
that's all."

	James turned off the shower.

	"Hey, pass me the towel," he said.

	Danny obliged and then stood rooted to the spot as the boy began to
dry his hair.  He looked the boy up and down, admiring the sweet brown
nipples and smooth, hairless legs.  His eyes came to rest on the boy's
genitals.  A stubby, three-inch cock decorated above with a smattering of
wispy pubes and below with a dangling, glabrescent sac containing two
little balls.

	James stopped his energetic drying and looked at Danny.

	"Is there anything else?" he smirked. Danny wasn't sure but the boy
seemed to be thrusting his little cock forward as if to tease him.

	"Errr, no, not really," Danny stuttered.

	"You sure?"

	"Umm..."

	"You like looking, don't you?"

	"Well, I..."

	"It's cool...you can touch it if you like."

	Danny watched as the young boy's cock bounced into life, swelling
to four inches and rising upwards in the way only a boy can achieve.  He
stepped out of the shower and moved in front of Danny.

	"Go on, I know you want to," he grinned.

	Danny reached forward and took the hot, young cock in his hand.
God, it was so stiff! He eased the foreskin back tenderly to reveal the
shiny pink mushroom.  Peter closed his eyes and sighed.  Danny slowly
wanked the cocklet between finger and thumb and with his other hand began
to fondle the lad's hairless balls.  Peter took a step closer and draped
his arms around Danny's shoulders. They stood like this for a while both
looking down at the attention the little erection was receiving.  Then
Peter reached for Danny's belt and zip, eased them open and slid a warm
hand down onto the teenager's cock which was pushing forward seeking
freedom from the constraints of his jeans.  After a few seconds fumbling,
Peter released the swollen five-incher into a bolt upright position and
began to reciprocate the gentle wanking he was receiving.

	"D'you wanna suck it?" Peter whispered, slyly.

	Danny didn't need to be asked twice and knelt down before the naked
boy.  He'd been desperate to suck a cock for ages – none of his wank
mates at home had ever gone that far – and he eagerly went down on the
pubescent member.  He was able to take the whole length with ease and
sucked on it ardently for a moment while Peter ran his fingers through his
hair.  Kneeling before the youngster, Danny was in heaven.  He jerked his
own cock with one hand and pulled Peter closer and deeper with the other.

	"I'm gonna cum in a moment," panted Peter.

	Danny didn't respond other than to quicken the pace of his sucking.
He loved the way the young balls, which had dangled so sexily before, were
now tight against the boy's groin.  He felt the cocklet pulse and thicken
slightly and then tasted the drops of sweet boy-fluid on his tongue.
Moments later he shot his own teen load onto the bathroom floor.

	The boys took a minute to recover their senses.

	"Shit!" Danny exclaimed, "What about your breakfast?"

	"How about a big sausage!" Peter chuckled.  . . . . . . . . . .

	Later on, Danny met Peter as his family was about to leave for the
beach for the day.  They spoke hurriedly and beyond earshot from the
others.

	"Did you like what we did earlier?" whispered Peter.

	Danny's grin was answer enough.

	"You wanna come to my room tonight at nine o'clock?" asked Peter.
"We can have a lot more fun then!"

	"You bet I would," replied Danny, "but what about your little
brother?"

	"That's what I mean by a lot more fun," Peter giggled.

	Danny wasn't sure what Peter meant by that but it didn't put off
his eagerness.  "See you tonight, then," he said and gave the youngster a
wink before disappearing back to his cleaning duties.

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