Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2018 19:38:29 +0100
From: Nifty Boy <niftyboy01@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 1 of Holiday Love

Holiday Love

By Niftyboy (niftyboy01@gmail.com)

Chapter 1: The encounter


Kevin was bored out of his mind. A few weeks ago, his parents told him that
they would go on vacation to a resort on a small Greek island. Then the
idea seemed exciting and Greece an exotic and fun location. He had looked
forward to the holidays and the flight from the US to Athens and the
following trip with the ferry boat from Piraeus to the island had been
great fun. But since they arrived at the resort, it seemed to him that he
had been dragged along by his parents to each and every museum and to every
boring ruin that existed on the island. He had the feeling that he would
have to throw up if he was forced to look at another Doric pillar or
chipped statue or broken pot. His parents seem to never get enough of the
old stuff and forced him to join their hikes up the hills to look at
another boring field of fallen pillars or barely recognizable temples. His
parents were keenly interested in ancient history, an interest that Kevin
decidedly did not share. The only ancient stuff that he liked where some of
the impressive statues of naked gods, which he found strangely attractive
but that was something he did not admit to his parents.

The people at the resort were about as ancient as the ruins. There were few
kids, and most of the guests at the resort seemed to be retired school
teachers who felt the need to talk to him and tell him to be quiet, to walk
slowly and to not jump into the pool. The food was horrible, and they did
not even have hamburgers and fries.

Today?s morning was the worst since they had arrived at the island. His
parents had woken him up early so that they could go together to the food
market of a nearby village. The food market was mentioned in some stupid
travel guide and of course his mom insisted that they visit it early enough
before it was overrun by tourists. The sun had just started to rise above
the horizon when Kevin was finding himself walking sullenly behind his
parents towards the village. ?Nearby? seemed to mean that one had to walk
for about half an hour.

Kevin was swearing under his breath, angry about everything. He hated the
small gravel that always came between his soles and his flip flops, the
humid heat already in the morning, the white slacks and long-sleeved shirt
his mom forced him to wear and much more. Since Kevin had entered puberty,
he found getting out of bed in the morning increasingly difficult and there
was nothing that he enjoyed more than staying in bed and doing nothing till
midday. And getting up was even more difficult with the prospect of having
to walk to a village to look at seafood and fruits. His parents were used
to his sullenness and did not react, which made everything even worse for
him.

They walked on the gravel road beside the beach. On one side was the deep
blue sea and on the other the road was lined with thorny bushes and palms
and huge olive trees. But Kevin had no eyes for the beauty of his
surroundings and looked down and sighed and swore and grumbled.

Finally they arrived at an unimpressive village that consisted of a handful
of old houses and stables and a tiny harbor with a market place. Some tiny,
decrepit fishing boats were tied to the pier and seemed barely
seaworthy. His parents oohed and aahed when they caught sight of seafood
and fruits and octopuses presented at dozens of food stalls. Kevin sighed
again and stayed back and leaned against a wall and showed in all ways
possible how annoyed and bored he was. His parents seemed to have
completely forgotten about him and walked slowly from food stall to food
stall, examining everything.  Kevin slouched and looked up at the sky and
made it clear to anyone who saw him that he was exceedingly uninterested.

Kevin looked around with a haughty glance to show how unimpressive he found
everything. There were few people at the market place apart from some
tourists. It seemed obvious to Kevin that the market place and the village
were just a tourist trap. And indeed, he could see that other stalls were
being opened trying to sell cheap trinkets for tourists.

Then his heart skipped a beat. At the other end of the market place, he
made out the figure of a slim boy who was standing beside a food stall and
was examined a fruit and had his back towards him. That by itself wouldn?t
have been astonishing, but the only thing that he saw was the golden-brown
skin of the kid, from his feet up to his neck and naked, taut buttocks that
were gleaming in the sun. He stared at the figure, not really believing
that a boy could be naked here in public. He squinted his eyes and then
realized that the kid was not quite naked but seemed to be wearing tiny
g-strings. He could make out a thin string around the hip of the kid and
another thin string going down along his crack but otherwise he was not
wearing anything.

Kevin had heard that in Europe some people were wearing really skimpy
swimsuits. At the resort they were staying he had seen some older men
wearing shorts that barely went to the middle of the thighs and often with
huge bellies protruding out in front.

His mom had developed an obsession about sunburns and he was not allowed to
go out without covering nearly every part of his body. Wearing shorts was
an absolute no-no for him even though he would have liked to try out some
of the skimpier European shorts. Instead, he was forced to wear the slacks
in the heat with which he fit in nicely with the crowd at the resort where
most people seemed to be retired since decades.

But what the kid was wearing went beyond anything he could have
imagined. The kid was practically naked, and no policemen came running and
covering him with a coat, nor did people scream or laugh at him. Some
tourists stared at the boy, but nobody seemed to bother him.

He felt an irresistible urge to move closer to the boy to get a better look
at him. He saw that his parents were at the other end of the market place
and seemed to be completely enthralled by a pile of oranges on a cart. He
took a deep breath and then sauntered slowly towards a food stall and
pretended to be exceedingly interested in the melons that it exhibited, but
he glanced at the kid from the corner of his eyes. He continued to amble
seemingly aimlessly around the market, but slowly but surely got closer and
closer to the boy. Soon he saw him from the side and gasped. The pouch of
the strings that the kid was wearing was a mere fine, black mesh and
slightly torn. It was barely hiding anything, and he caught glimpses of
part of the kid?s penis through the rips in the mesh. The boy was very cute
and slender, with barely any fat and great, firm buttocks.

The boy was obviously not Greek and looked very Nordic, with white blond
hair which made his golden- brown tanned skin all the more stunning.  His
was almost elf-like, with a fine face and a graceful slim body that was
bordering on the skinny side. He was slim without an ounce of fat as only
young teen boys are who had just experienced a growth-spurt. He had long,
slender legs that seemed to go on and on and round, firm buttocks. His
waist was slim, and he had a flat chest and a long, graceful neck. He was
just about as perfect as a boy could possibly be, Kevin thought.

Kevin had never seen a g-string that was so tiny, not even those worn by
girls. The strings around his hips and down along his ass-crack were so
thin that they barely seemed to be able to hold together. In front, the
tiny pouch was a small triangle that just about covered the flaccid penis
of the boy. It consisted of a fine, black mesh that was torn and allowed
quite a few glimpses of the soft penis that it barely contained. Kevin had
only known about g-strings from movies and from magazines and had never
seen one in real life and he hadn?t even known that boys could wear them
too. He found it impossible to look away and glanced at the kid while he
was holding an orange in his hand and pretended to be interested in
it. Kevin watched the boy looking around and sighing. It seemed that he was
waiting for somebody and getting impatient and bored.

The kid seemed to be completely at ease with his near-nakedness and did not
care about the tourists staring at him or whispering. But it also seemed to
Kevin that the boy was not unaware about being ogled at. From time to time,
the boy arched his back and clenched his buttocks or reached down to tug at
the thin string close to the pouch. Kevin was quite sure that the teen was
aware that his movements were sensuous and erotic and prone to attract even
more attention.

Then Kevin froze when the kid turned and walked towards the food stall
where he was standing. The young teen stood beside him and reached out to
take an orange. Kevin felt the hand brushing against his and then a rush of
heat flowing through his body.

?Oh, I am sorry...? the kid said, his voice pubescent and talking with an
exotic accent.

?N?no problem? Kevin stammered and blushed furiously.

The kid smiled at him and it took a lot of effort for Kevin not to look
down at the crotch of the boy.

?Hi, I am Sven, are you here on vacation?? the kid asked.

?I am Kevin, yes, I am here on vacation with my parents? Kevin managed to
reply.

?I live here with my aunt during summer and fall. She is not really my aunt
but a friend of my mom? the kid explained.

?Oh, that must be really nice? Kevin said, his eyes fixed resolutely on the
cute face of the kid.

?Yes, I love it here. It?s hot and sunny nearly every day? Sven agreed.

?You...ah...must be outdoor a lot? Kevin commented, hoping not to be too
forward.

?Yes, I love hiking and swimming and being outdoors. The island is a lot of
fun? Sven said and nodded.

Then the kid reached down and tugged at the thin string where it was
attached to the small pouch.  Kevin?s eyes followed the movement and he
could not believe how skimpy the pouch was. The fine mesh was wrapped
tightly over the penis of the kid and Kevin could make out the outline of
the ridge below the cockhead and the two slight bulbs at the underside of
the glans. His own penis was rock hard and for once he was glad that he was
wearing loose pants and a long shirt covering his crotch.

A gaggle of tourist was walking by and some of them were staring openly at
the boy. A group of older men and women whispered to each other and shook
their heads disapprovingly. The kid seemed to be used to that and did not
react. He smiled at Kevin when the group of middle-aged tourists went by
and shrugged.

Kevin smiled back and pretended to be equally nonchalant about the
near-nudity of Sven.

?Americans?? he just said and shrugged too.

?Many are really old-fashioned? he added and tried to look embarrassed for
them.

?Yes, I know, they sometimes make a fuss? Sven agreed and glanced down at
his strings.

?They look good. Is your aunt...ah?OK with it? Kevin asked.

?Sure, yes, I usually wear only strings when I am here on the island? Sven
replied, and Kevin nodded as if that were nothing unusual for him.

?Do you want to sit down over there?? Sven asked and pointed to a stone
bench.

Kevin nodded, and they walked to the bench and sat down. Sven tucked one
foot under his bare buttock and sat so close to him that he could feel the
heat of his body and smell his scent. His heart was hammering inside his
chest when he felt the boy?s bare skin brushing against him.

?My aunt ran off and went shopping and left me waiting? Sven explained.

?She does that every time, I really hate going shopping.?

?I know, going shopping with my mom is the worst? Kevin agreed, and the two
boys sighed and then giggled.

They started chatting and were soon laughing and giggling and getting along
very well. Sven placed his foot on the bench and started playing with his
toes and with his anklet.

?What is that?? Kevin asked curiously and pointed to the thin chain around
Sven?s ankle.

?That?s an anklet, I got it for my birthday last week? Sven explained and
tugged at it.

?It looks cool? Kevin said and meant it.

He himself was be too shy to wear one but it looked very cute on Sven.

?I got it from my aunt. I am usually naked when I go hiking or
swimming. And when I wear strings, they don?t have pockets. With the anklet
I can easily attach a key or stuff like that? Sven added.

?Oh?wow?yes? Kevin stammered, not quite believing what Sven had just told
him offhandedly.

Kevin felt his penis throbbing inside his briefs and started to breathe
deeply to try to relax.  Sven continued to play with his toes and glanced
at him quizzically.

?Are you fine? You look a bit hot? Sven asked him, sounding concerned.

Kevin slowly regained his composure. He relaxed slightly and then resumed
chatting with his new friend.  They talked about their favorite computer
games, sports they did, movies they liked, the Netflix serials they watched
and much more. Both felt as if they had known each other since
forever. They giggled, and Sven was slowly sliding even closer to Kevin. He
leaned against him when he whispered a joke into his ear. Kevin was acutely
aware of a pointy, hard nipple that was pressing against his biceps. Sven
remained leaning against him, his knee against Kevin?s thigh. Kevin glance
around and then lightly placed his hand on Sven?s knee. Sven did not react
at first, but then Kevin felt the knee pressing stronger against his thigh
as the boy slid even closer against him.

Kevin led his hand move slightly higher up along the thigh of the kid and
marveled at the smoothness of the skin. His skin was slick and slippery
with sun oil and felt hot to the touch. His palm was soon resting quite
high up along the thigh, not far away from Sven?s crotch. Kevin glanced
down and without realizing stopped talking.

The mesh of the pouch was now bulging pronouncedly. The boyish penis of
Sven was at least semi erect and pressed against the thin, torn mesh. Kevin
could clearly make out the underside of the glans of the boy and the slight
widening of the ridge under it. Part of the shaft of the kid were peeking
out through some rips in the mesh and the penis of the boy seemed to be as
golden brown and having been exposed to the sun as the remainder of his
body.

Kevin finally managed to take off his eyes from the bulging pouch and when
he looked up Sven was smiling at him.

?I get stiff real quick since a while? he said softly and shrugged, as if
it was nothing special.

?Hmm?yes?? Kevin managed to say, desperately trying to sound cool.

Sven tugged at the tight mesh pouch, but it was to no avail. It seemed that
his penis had a mind of his own and it was obvious that it was now stiff
and rigid and fully erect. The tiny pouch was so small that the tip of the
cockhead pushed slightly out, and Kevin was rewarded with the sight of the
glans peeking out. Kevin?s heart was beating quickly when he saw the
glistening slit of the boy?s penis.

?Oops, now it is really hard? Sven giggled and pulled his knee closer to
his chest to hide his raging erection from the people at the market place.

He started breathing slowly and deeply and after a while his penis started
to become slowly flaccid and he calmed down. The two kids continued
chatting and laughing until they saw an immensely fat woman that belonged
to a group of American tourists walking towards them. Soon she stood before
them and stared fixedly at Sven?s face and tried to avoid looking at his
nearly naked body.

?Boy, where is your mother? Why does she allow you to walk around like
this?? she asked in a loud voice and looked sternly at him.

?Just watch? Sven whispered nearly inaudibly and then smiled friendly at
the woman.

He started talking quickly in Greek to her. He jabbered and gesticulated,
and his words had a liquid, melodious sound that washed over the fat
woman. After about a minute she took a deep breath and tried to interject
herself into the flood of words from the boy.

?Yes, but where is your mother?? she said again, this time louder than
before, as if the boy would then be able to understand English better.

Sven looked quizzically at her, then he restarted talking quickly in Greek,
pointing with his arms here and there and drowning her with his words. The
woman tried a few more times to say something but was unable to interrupt
the kid and finally just shrugged and then waddled away, still outraged but
thinking that he was wild, slightly feral Greek boy.

Sven continued jabbering until the woman was reunited with her fellow
tourists, then he glanced at Kevin and both boys started giggling
hysterically. The leaned against each other and laughed until at last they
calmed down slightly.

?That works every time? Sven finally managed to say.

The two kids continued talking while the market place became more and more
busy and filled with tourists and a few locals. The island was living
mostly from tourism and during high season it seemed that the tourists
outnumbered the locals by far. Sven confirmed Kevin?s suspicion and told
him that there were mainly some old people left on the island and people
working for the hotels and tour operators. Apart from tourists, there were
not many kids of their age left on the island.

There were several groups of tourists now on the market place, all led by
tour leaders who carried a flag so that their flock did not get lost. There
were more stalls open now, selling mostly cheap and terribly- made jewelry
and shawls and baseball caps.

After a short while a young woman approached the two boys. Sven jumped up
and hugged her.

?Hi aunt Lydia, I met a new friend. This is Kevin? he said while Lydia
gently patted his back.

Kevin got up and carefully pulled his shirt down to cover his bulge.

?Hello Mrs. Lydia, I am pleased to meet you? he said shyly.

?Just Lydia, being called ?Mrs.? or ?aunt? makes me feel really old? she
said and grinned.

Kevin felt his heart starting to race again. Sven had just presented him to
his aunt as a friend.  Kevin saw Sven pressed against his aunt, her hand
gently sliding up and down along his smooth back. He felt a pang of
jealousy and was wondering how it would be if the boy were to press against
him. He shook his head to get the thought out of his mind.

?Why don?t you visit us? I am always happy if friends of Sven stay
over. And if you want you can stay overnight too? Lydia suggested.

Kevin did not know what to say. He swallowed and then managed to nod.

?There are few kids here on the island, and most tourists are old farts
like me? she continued and glanced pointedly at Sven, who grinned and
nodded.

?I guess for you it is more fun too to be with somebody of your age, rather
than always with grown-ups?  she added.

?Yes, it?s kinda boring at the resort. I am by far the youngest? Kevin
agreed.

?Great, you will love it at our place. It?s kind of living like Robinson
Crusoe. The house is tiny and used to be a stable. But we have a spring
behind the house to wash and its great there to hike and there are some
very romantic beaches nearby? Sven gushed and smiled at Kevin.

?That..sounds really great? Kevin stammered.

?Nice, do you want to come now? Or do you need to tell your parents first??
Sven asked, clearly very eager for Kevin to visit.

Just then Kevin saw to his horror his parents approaching. They stopped and
looked surprised at Sven.

?Ah, Lydia, Sven, these are my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Miller? Kevin said and
blushed.

His mom did not say anything and tried very hard not to look too closely at
Sven.

?It is a pleasure, Lydia, please call me Arthur? his dad broke the awkward
silence.

?Yes, it is a pleasure, Lydia and?hm?Sven. I am Margarete? his mom
followed.

Sven and Lydia smiled and stepped closer to shake hands.

?So you are coming from the beach, I assume? his mom asked, her eyebrows
arched when she addressed Sven.

?No, I just came to the village to accompany my aunt? Sven explained.

Kevin?s mom harrumphed and arched her eyebrows pointedly again. But
fortunately Lydia took over and began chatting with the parents and took
their focus away from Sven. They soon talked animatedly, and the parents
seemed to like Lydia a lot. She was friendly and bubbly and the parents
were completely won over when she told them that she had studied ancient
Greek art. They soon talked about the ruins and which museums and
archeological sites to visit. They were even more happy when Lydia offered
to accompany them to a recently found excavation site at the other end of
the island which had until now been untouched by tourists.

?Do you want to leave your kid with me? The two boys seem to get along
well, and I am sure Kevin will have more fun together with Sven than
visiting the museums. Kids at their age just have different interests? she
told them and smiled.

The parents nodded and then talked softly to each other. They both were
very tempted by the offer.  Kevin had been very annoying and bored lately
and they realized that he might be too young to share their interest in
ancient Greek art. And there were very few kids of his age at the resort
and they understood that he was bored and impatient. Finally they nodded
and agreed.

?Thank you so much, Lydia. We will go back quickly to the resort and get
his pajamas and fresh clothes and sun cream and toothbrush and can be here
in an hour or so? Kevin?s dad suggested.

?Yes, and please see to it that he covers up properly. His skin is quite
sensitive? Kevin?s mother added which made Kevin squirm and blush.

?Of course, don?t worry, I know how to deal with boys? Lydia replied and
smiled.

The parents thanked her and then took Kevin with them and walked back to
the resort. They soon arrived, and Kevin had to pack a suitcase and a big
backpack with clothes and towels and much more.  From long experience Kevin
knew that there was no point in protesting but simply pack everything that
his parents told him to take with him. He stuffed everything in. After a
few minutes they were on the way back to the market place, this time with
Kevin dragging the suitcase behind him and burdened with a huge
backpack. But despite that he did not grumble and looked forward to being
soon reunited with Sven and Lydia. They arrived at the market place, Kevin
sweating profusely. Sven got up and helped him take off the heavy backpack.

?What?s in there?? he asked astonished and looked amazed at the big
suitcase and backpack.

?Please, don?t ask? Kevin sighed and wiped the sweat from his brows.

Sven grinned and nodded.

?I can imagine. My mom always packs at least two big suitcases for me to
bring with me to Greece.  Parents are all the same? he commiserated.

Lydia meanwhile talked to the parents and arranged with them to meet on the
next day to visit a number of museums. Then it was time to say farewell,
but not before Kevin?s parents went through a long list of what he was
supposed to do, ranging from brushing his teeth, staying out of the sun
during the day, helping with cooking and cleaning up and much more. Kevin
squirmed and let the parental advice and orders wash over him. Finally, his
parents were out of things they were concerned with and they hugged and
they went on their way.

Sven was walking ahead of Kevin, dragging the suitcase. Kevin could not get
enough of the sight of the taut buttocks gleaming and flexing before
him. They crossed the marketplace and then walked along narrow streets
until they arrived at the foot of a craggy hill. They headed right to a
narrow trail leading steeply up.

Both boys were swearing and grumbling and complaining. Sweat tickled down
the spine of Sven and then further down along his hairless crack. Kevin was
sweating profusely too, and his shirt and pants were soaked and wet and
clung to his skin. After a while the trail widened and the two boys were
able to walk beside each other and to share the weight of the suitcase.

Despite the heat and the heavy luggage, Kevin felt elated. Suddenly he
appreciated the beauty of the island. The air was fragrant with the scent
of eucalyptus, and thorny bushes and pine trees grew along the trail they
were following. Small lizards whizzed around or were laying lazily in the
shade. Where the hill was not covered by vegetation, bright white stones
were peeking through. It was so hot that it seemed that even breathing was
a labor. Kevin admired Sven who was able to walk barefoot on the hot gravel
that covered the trail. But even Sven seemed to struggle slightly, his
nearly naked body glistening with sweat. Both boys were breathing shallowly
since the air seemed to be so hot as if it came directly out of an oven.

Fortunately it did not take long until they arrived at a wide field about
halfway up the hill. In the middle of the field was a tiny house,
surrounded by a garden.

?That is our place? Lydia told Kevin and pointed to the house.

?It is very small and used to be a stable before it was renovated. But it
is clean and there is a spring behind the house where you can wash and
where to get water? she added.

?Oh, and where is the bathroom? And the shower?? Kevin asked Sven.

The kid just smiled and shrugged.

?It behind the garden, do you see the bushes over there?? he grinned.

?Wow, it?s really living like the ancient Greeks then? Kevin replied.

They arrived and entered the house that was actually more like a hut. It
was just one large room with a table and a few chairs and a small cooking
area. There was no refrigerator or electricity. On the floor were two mats
made of bamboo. The walls consisted of roughly hewn white stones and the
door was a simple curtain. The island was so hot during most of the year
that nothing more was required, nor was there any need of blankets.

Kevin sighed and put the heavy backpack down and put it in a corner,
together with the large suitcase.

?What did you bring?? Sven asked curiously.

Kevin shrugged and opened the suitcase. It was full of khaki trousers and
pullovers and socks and underwear. Sven crouched beside Kevin to have a
look.

?Shorts should be enough. Did you bring any?? he asked.

Kevin nodded and opened the backpack and after some searching pulled out a
pair of black running shorts.

?Put these on, your pants and shirt are soaked? Sven told him and Kevin
nodded and smile embarrassedly when he realized that his clothes were
soaked with sweat.

He glanced around but there was no place to go to change, so he took a deep
breath and took off his shirt and then wiggled out of his pants. He smiled
embarrassedly when he stood before Sven in his boxer shorts. Sven looked at
him and checked him out openly and Kevin took all his courage together and
pushed his boxers down and quickly put on his running shorts. Just then
Lydia entered with a bag of food she had bought at the market and smiled at
Kevin.

?You are really pale. Your parents were right, you must be careful with the
sun. Sven, why don?t you put some sun oil on Kevin?? she suggested.

Sven nodded and went to a corner to get a large bottle of sun oil.

?I do you if you do me too? he grinned and poured some sun oil on his palm.

Kevin nodded and the he felt Sven?s soft hands on his back and shoulders,
gently massaging in the sun oil. He got rock hard at once and quickly
placed his hands before his crotch to hide the obvious bulge.  Soon Sven?s
hands moved down along his thighs and calves and feet.

?You have a great body? Sven said appreciatively.

?Ah thanks, not as great as yours. But I do gymnastics since I am a small
kid? Kevin replied, feeling happy that Sven was attracted to him.

?I can see that, you look awesome. You have such great legs and abs and
pecs? Sven replied.

Then Sven straightened up and stood before him and rubbed the sun oil on
his chest. Kevin?s heart was beating like crazy. Sven?s hand massaged and
rubbed the oil in carefully and quite sensuously. Kevin could not suppress
a whimper when he felt the kid tenderly rubbing the oil on his stiff
nipples. Then Sven gently pulled his hands away from his crotch.

?It is fine, I am stiff too? he said gently, and Kevin glanced down and saw
Sven?s penis pressing against the mesh of the pouch.

Sven?s hand moved down and massaged the sun oil on his abs and thighs and
shins. He crouched before him and looked up and smiled.

?That?s quite a bulge you have? he said teasingly and placed his palm on it
and squeezed it playfully.

Kevin moaned and shuddered. Then he froze when he heard Lydia entering
again.

?You boys are having fun?? she asked jokingly and glanced pointedly at the
crotches.

?Yes, Aunty, we have fun? Sven replied and giggled, knowing that nothing
upset Lydia more than calling her ?aunty?.

She huffed and pretended to be angry but then grinned and left.

?I let you masturbate on your own. You can come outside and have some
lemonade when you are less excited? she said before she walked out of the
door.

Kevin could not believe what she just said and looked questioningly at
Sven.

?Yes, lets masturbate, I haven?t done it since I woke up? Sven said and sat
down on his heels.

He spread his thighs wide and tugged the pouch aside and freed his
erection. Kevin just stared and panted. Sven was entirely unconcerned and
started massaging his exposed cockhead.

?Don?t worry, all boys do it? Sven told him and patted on the floor beside
him.

The way Sven and Lydia had talked about masturbation was so natural that it
helped Kevin to overcome his shyness. He nodded and after hesitating
briefly, kneeled beside Sven and tugged his shorts down and exposed his
stiff penis. He blushed and smiled nervously, then he wrapped his hand
around his erect cock and began stroking himself. It felt incredible to do
it with another boy. Until now he hadn?t told anybody that he was jerking
off. He had started a few months ago and since then used nearly every
opportunity to do it. But he was always very careful to hide it.

Sven smiled and started stroking himself too and soon both boys were
breathing harder and harder.

?Do?you have a tissue paper? Kevin gasped when he felt himself getting
close.

Sven shook his head.

?No, just squirt into your hand? he moaned and then shuddered and cupped
his glans with his palm.

He whimpered and spasmed and Kevin watched with wide eyes how his new
friend ejaculated into his palm. Then Kevin felt his own orgasm approaching
and quickly covered his cockhead with his hand and felt his semen splashing
against his palm.

Sven sighed and then lifted his palm to his mouth and licked off the
semen. Kevin gasped surprised, then he grinned and did the same. It was the
first time he had tasted his semen and it was gooey and sweet.

The kid held out his finger to Kevin to let him taste his cum. Kevin stared
at the glob of semen on Sven?s finger, nearly transparent and wobbly. He
leaned in and sucked it off Sven?s finger. It was sweet too but tasting
slightly different from his own. Then he held out his palm to Sven and the
kid licked it off too.

?Hmmm, you taste nice? Sven sighed and licked his lips.

Kevin smiled and pulled up his shorts while Sven tried to push his
semi-erect penis into the small pouch.  He struggled with it, then he gave
up. He got up and pushed his strings down and stepped out of them.

?I am usually naked except when I go to the village? he said and shrugged.

Kevin was not able to suppress a soft moan when he saw the naked kid
standing before him. That he was often naked was obvious. There was not the
slightest hint of a tan-line and he was golden brown all over. He was
perfectly smooth without any pubic hairs and his balls were small and taut
and not dropping yet. He penis was slender and slick and pointing straight
out and wobbled jauntily up and down. His cock was cut, and his exposed
glans was slightly flared and light brown and glistening.

Sven pulled Kevin up and led him outside. Lydia was already waiting for
them, sitting on a bench by a stone table. Outside the hut was a small
garden with bushes and flowers and a large olive tree. The table and two
benches were in the shadow below the canopy of the olive tree.

The boys sat down on the bench opposite Lydia and Sven snuggled against
Kevin.

?So, are you feeling better?? Lydia asked and smiled.

?Yes, much better? Sven sighed happily.

?Kevin has such a great body and a really nice-looking cock? he told Lydia,
making Kevin blush again.

The two boys drank the lemonade and emptied their glasses quickly. Lydia
had to refill the glasses twice more until their thirst was finally
quenched. Sven wiggled and shifted and then lay down on the bench, his head
on Kevin? crotch. The kid stretched and arched his back languidly like a
cat, completely at easy and lazy. Kevin did not know where to put his hand,
then he placed his palm tenderly on Sven?s flat chest. He felt the kid?s
heart beating steadily and his nipple poking against his palm. He gently
rubbed his flat palm over the stiff nipple and was soon rewarded with the
sight of Sven?s penis stiffening and soon becoming fully erect.

Kevin let his hand slowly glide up and down along Sven?s smooth chest and
flat abs. He marveled how taut the muscles of the boy were. There was not
an ounce of fat on him and he could feel the ridges of the taut muscles
when he let his palm glide slowly over the chest of the boy. Sven clearly
enjoyed the caresses and sighed happily and arched his back and spread his
thighs wider, as if he wanted to invite Kevin to move his hand even lower.

Kevin glanced at Lydia, but she did not watch and was reading a book and
seemed completely unconcerned about what the two kids were doing. His hand
was shaking and he had to take all his courage together to move it slowly
lower. He felt his hand brushing against the engorged glans of the boy,
eliciting an excited whimper from Sven. He looked down at Sven?s face who
smiled and nodded.

The American boy placed his flat palm on Sven?s throbbing penis. The
feeling of the slender penis under his palm was incredible. It was slick
with sweat and slightly sticky at its cockhead which was covered with
precum. He felt it throbbing steadily, in synch with Sven?s
heartbeat. Kevin gently squeezed and rubbed Sven?s erection, making the boy
squirm and spread his thighs even wider. After a while the kid twisted and
wiggled higher. Soon his taut buttocks were on Kevin? crotch and the
twitching penis directly under him.

Sven reached out and gently pushed Kevin?s head lower.

?What?what are you doing?? Kevin whispered, barely audible and glanced
nervously at Lydia.

?Suck me? Sven whispered urgently, pressing the head of Kevin lower.

Kevin sighed and wrapped his hand around the base of Sven?s cock to make it
point up. His lips were close to the glistening cockhead and Sven moaned
when he felt the hot breath of Kevin on his glans. It was too much for the
boy and his penis stiffened even more and Kevin flinched back in surprise
when he felt a glob of semen splashing on his cheek. The boy moaned loudly
and arched his back so much that his buttocks lifted off Kevin?s
crotch. All his muscles were tense and his penis throbbed and twitched as
he continued to dry-cum. Kevin stared in awe as the boy spasmed and
shuddered until he finally relaxed when his climax slowly abated.

Lydia sighed and then looked up from her book.

Kevin blushed when Lydia looked at him with a slight smirk. He felt the
small glob of seminal fluid from Sven slowly oozing down along his cheek.

?It is so difficult to read with two randy boys around. Don?t you want to
go for a walk and mess around a bit away from here?? she asked.

?Sorry, aunty, we will do that? Sven replied and sat up, his penis still
semi-erect.

?Fine, just put on the string, there are some tourist groups around? Lydia
advised.

?But be back early enough. Don?t forget your ballet lessons this afternoon?
she added.

?Will do, aunty? Sven said and got up and went into the house to get his
g-string.

He was soon back, his penis barely covered by the mesh pouch and took
Kevin?s hand and pulled him up.

?Come, let?s go. I know a great place where we can play around? Sven said
excitedly, making Kevin blush again.

Kevin felt dazed and slightly confused and incredibly horny. Just a few
hours ago he had been bored out of his mind. The most exciting thing for
him had been looking at some ancient statues of naked Gods.  And now a
beautiful boy had just told him that he wanted to mess around with him. He
let himself be pulled up and then they walked further up the hill, away
from the house.