Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2016 17:22:28 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: Danny's Summer Holidays Chapter 3

DANNY'S SUMMER HOLIDAYS

This story is an invention, a fiction.  It concerns the sex adventures of a
15-year-old boy and his exploits with other boys.

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PART 3: DANNY HAS MORE FUN WITH PETER AND JAMES

The following morning, Danny was up early to help with the guests'
breakfast. When the Davies family came down to eat Danny looked rather
sheepishly at the two boys who he'd spent the previous evening with. Peter,
the younger one, seemed more interested in his cornflakes but James looked
straight at him with a big grin.

As breakfast ended, James chose the right moment to surreptitiously whisper
to Danny, "Same tonight? Nine o'clock, okay?"

"Yeah, great," Danny nodded.

Danny spent the morning doing his chores and, as soon as lunch was
finished, told his aunt that he was going down to the beach for the
afternoon. To begin with, he ambled along the seafront – a
quintessential English seaside `promenade' – stopping every so often to
lean on the barrier to cast his eyes along the crowded beach. There were
some boys playing an improvised game of cricket. There were two especially
cute ones, Danny thought, both wearing just swimming shorts. Danny admired
their slender frames, bronzed skin and cheeky-boy faces.

Further along the beach there was a boy of around 12 precariously holding a
towel around his waist as he attempted to change into his swimwear. Danny
willed for the towel to drop at the vital moment but the youngster managed
the undressing manoeuvre rewarding Danny with no more than a momentary
flash of his pert buttocks.

There were some older boys, too. Danny was quite taken by a 17-year-old who
was filling some rather tight speedos rather splendidly. Various dirty
thoughts flashed through Danny's mind as he imagined what he'd like to do
with an older boy, or rather, what he'd like an older boy to do to him.

Danny turned away from the sea and noticed he was opposite one of the
resorts rather tawdry amusement arcades. The noise and the flashing lights
drew his interest and he crossed the road and went inside. He had a handful
of change in his pocket but this didn't last long on the `penny falls'
machine. Out of cash, he wandered around for a while watching other people
playing and soaking up the rather sleazy atmosphere. There was a rather
hi-tech `shoot-`em-up' game being played by a lad who was probably Danny's
age. Danny stopped and watched, feigning interest in the game but rather
using the opportunity to admire the boy who seemed so engrossed in it. The
boy was good, he'd obviously played the game plenty of times before, and he
quickly notched up a hi-score.

"Shit!" the boy muttered, as the game ended. He stood there momentarily as
if the machine was going to suddenly spring to life and offer a free
turn. When it didn't he boldly turned to Danny and said, "Hey, can you lend
us 50p for another go?"

"Sorry, mate," Danny answered, "I'm broke."

The boy moved away and was quickly lost in the crowd so Danny continued to
wander about the arcade, watching games in progress and always on the
lookout for cute talent to appreciate.

As he was about to leave, he spotted the same boy again. Now he was in the
company of a man (Danny guessed he was in his 40s) and they seemed to be
involved in some kind of hurried discussion. Danny watched them intrigued
and moments later he saw them both leave together. As Danny returned to the
guesthouse he played it over in his mind. It didn't seem to quite fit. The
older guy might have been the boy's dad, thought Danny, but somehow it felt
like this was a meeting between two strangers, some sort of deal being
struck, he wasn't quite sure.

All the events of the day were well and truly forgotten by nine o'clock,
though, when Danny found himself once more in the company of James (13) and
Peter (10).

They began much as they had the previous evening, stripping off and sucking
one another. Danny was really turned on when both the younger boys went to
work on his throbbing teenager's cock. When Peter put the cock-head in his
mouth whilst James nibbled and licked at his hanging balls he was in
seventh heaven. He had to stop himself from cumming there and then, as he
had other plans for his hot, teen load.

"Fucky-time," sniggered Peter. The sobriquet rather amused Danny (he'd
remembered it from the night before). Little Peter seemed so compliant, so
happy to be fucked and yet didn't seem to mind not being a fucker
himself. Danny assumed that the two boys had always played it that way;
mutual sucking and then with the older one fucking the younger one.

Peter was on the edge of the bed on all fours in an instant, presenting his
sweet, willing arse to the older boys. Danny looked at the 10-year-old's
tiny pink rosebud. It looked so inviting and yet so vulnerable, so tempting
and yet so defenceless. He couldn't explain what he did next, he didn't
even realise it might be part of anone's love-making repertoire, he just
couldn't resist. Crouching between Peter's legs he brought his mouth up to
the youngster's tight orifice and probed it with his tongue. He felt it
pucker and quiver with excitement.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Peter whimpered.

James, the older brother, watched, all the while smearing a droplet of
precum around the tip of his rock-solid four-incher.

Danny was slicking up the boy's crack with his spit, tasting the faint mix
of sweat and soapiness. He flicked his tongue, encircling the delicate hole
and then pushed the tip inside. He gripped the little boy's cheeks, forcing
them wide apart and penetrating deeper with his tongue.

"No need for lotion," Danny said at last, "He's all wet and ready to go!"

He stood up, swapping places with James who, in an instant, had his younger
brother skewered on his pubescent cock. Danny licked his lips, savouring
the taste of the little boy, and stood behind James wanking on his own
dribbling cock.

He watched as James's buttocks tightened and relaxed with each in-out
fucking movement. He moved closer behind James gripping him tight. He
played with the boy's small, hard nipples and stroked the immature
smoothness of the youngster's chest.

All too quickly, James shot his droplets of clear boy-fluid inside his
brother.

Danny eagerly followed, pushing his hardness deep into Peter. Within a few
thrusts he reached his climax, pumping his hot seed into the young bottom.

Once they had all cleaned up a little it was time for Danny to make a
furtive return to his own bedroom.

"I loved it when you licked my bum-hole!" Peter smiled.

"Yeah, I want some of that next time," James added.

"That would be my pleasure," said Danny.

"...and mine!" laughed James.

...

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