Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2006 19:05:34 +0000 From: fat uk Subject: Holiday part 3 Usual stuff. Do not read if you are not old enough. Contains strong adult language and scenes of a sexual nature between young males. If offended, please leave. Please, do not distribute in any way without my permission first. Please give feedback and enjoy the story, cheers. All my stories can be found on my website at www.chubstories.byethost7.com What happened next I was sat in the restaurant with Craig sat next to me. We were both wearing shorts so I could feel his hot skin against mine. He kept nudging my leg with his, like a game of footsie under the table. I was enjoying it, but was getting horny again, which made me hot, leading me to leave sweat marks on the back of my t shirt. I hated that but not the game we were engaged in. This was about an hour after Craig and I had succumb to the urges between us and wanked and kissed on his bed. After we came, we continued kissing to fill the silence, neither of us wanting to speak first. I was the one to break the quiet. "You alright?" I stammered, "I mean, are you OK with this?" "Yeah," Craig said, to my relief "I feel canny!" (Mackem speak for great, basically. I was getting the hang of it). After more kissing, we decided we should get dressed and go back to my apartment, so that my family would not miss us. I fondled his privates one last time before we dressed, the whole time not speaking. However, I had to ask. "So, what was this? A one off?" "I don't know" Craig shrugged his shoulders. I guessed he did not want to reveal his feelings unless he knew mine first. I informed him. "I want to do this again, and again. I fancy you rotten!" Craig's face lit up. His eyes widened and he grinned like a Cheshire cat. So cute. So handsome. "Fancied you like mad too!" "What about all that chat about women at the hotel today?" I asked "Well...just acting ain't I" He said. "I was kinda gutted when I heard you start talking about fancying girls" I said. "I almost asked you out when you told me about that lad!" We kissed again, me groping his back and bum. He jerked and hissed when I rubbed the skin on his shoulders too firmly and it burned. "Sorry! Sorry!" "No worries. Know you didn't mean it." A grin and a kiss confirmed his forgiveness. "How long you known you like boys then?" I asked him. "Since I was about twelve. A new boy started school and I just wanted o be his friend so badly..." "What was he like?" "A lot like you," Craig said, "Not as fat, sorry, big, as you though. I liked him because he was big. I kept trying to sneak a peek of him when we got changed for P.E." "What about you, when did you know?" Craig asked. "Soon after I sucked that guy off! He was skinny, like a twig, I prefer your love handles" Craig laughed and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. I was in Heaven. The cute, handsome chubby boy I have thought about while I wanked in the shower, bed and restaurant toilet has just kissed me passionately and also softly; came in my hand and I in his; hugged me and told me he fancies me. My dream had come true. I was horny and wanting to fuck. I also wanted to just cuddle his ample frame and squeeze his soft fleshy bits, like his belly apron and small boy tits. I wanted to taste his nipple in my mouth but also take it slow. I was scared someone heard or saw us, though unlikely, but I was afraid of discovery. I wanted to tell everyone I knew I had just enjoyed the flesh of this large Adonis. So many mixed feelings and emotions. I almost felt sick with them all. It would be so easy to run away, forget it all and take no risks. Yet, I couldn't. My feelings were too strong, almost too much at just the tender age of 14. We had one more kiss and hug. I had to stretch my arms around his round body. His body was very soft, not hard like mine. Even though I was fat, my belly was hard, almost solid. Only my thighs rippled a little. His were soft, I remember the feel of them as I lowered his shorts and boxers. I wish I had spent more time on them! I thought I would love to run my tongue across the insides of his thighs as I worked his cock and balls with my mouth, perhaps I would do it as I tongued his crack! I wanted so badly to get back there and smell the sweaty musk of his crotch and bury my nose in to his pubic fat as I sucked in his smallish dick. I had to wait though. First, we had to go, we had been quite awhile already. We walked to my room. As we stood in the apartment waiting to leave, we kept smiling at each other, though turning away as to not be seen by my family. I whispered "I think your sexy as hell!" in his ear. He did not say anything back, but grinned at me, his face turned redder than it already was and started fidgeting, rocking side to side as if embarrassed. He then used his elbow to nudge me. I am now sure it his sign of silent affection. I was definitely going to have this fat boy in bed. I did not care how! Forward to the restaurant. We ordered and ate, Craig and I both ordering Chicken Tikka Masala and sharing a large Ice cream Sundae. We played more footsie under the table. I caught my breath when his hand brushed mine under the table. I wanted to hold his hand, a feeling new to me. Normally it was just to cum in the guy's mouth. With my red haired lover though, I wanted to hold his hand and hug for hours. After eating, we went to a bar, where late night football was on the TV, keeping my brother happy, my mum and sister got talking to a family from our flight and Craig and I played pool. However, we both went for a piss to do more than just piss after staring at each other all night and getting hornier by the minute. My cock was already chubbing. In this bar, there were several individual toilets, each with a door with a lock. The toilets were up some stairs and was well lit. However, no one was in the small corridor that the toilets were off of, so we both ducked in to the same one and immediately started kissing again. I ran my hand down the side of his torso, around his arse and down to his thighs. Craig ran his hand through my hair, I followed suit, feeling his red locks under my fingers. I held his face in my hands, feeling his chubby cheeks move as we kissed. We locked the door. I was going to give this boy a real treat. I put the toilet seat down and sat on it. I reached under his green cotton t shirt. I felt his smooth, slightly damp skin. I could smell the faint whiff of sweat, which was rather nice. At crotch level, I could smell his musky scent. I ran my fingers across his smooth chest and pointed nipples, down his fat belly. I could feel the tyres in his soft fleshy stomach. I loved the feel of them. It instantly made more blood flow to my penis. It felt ready to burst it was so hard. I continued my exploration of his body, fingering his button as I passed. I then took his apron in both hands, with my fingers under the flab and my palms on his belly. I felt the weight if it. I saw his shorts tenting as his dick grew stiff. I looked up in to his face. His eyes were half closed but then he opened them and looked at me pleadingly. I undid the clasp holding his shorts closed. They fell quickly, passed his wide thighs and chunky calves. His boxers had a small, dark red patch on the left hand side from his earlier piss. The material between his legs, under his perineum, were also dark with sweat. I was sure mine would be the same. The heat was not good for chubs such as us. We would sweat with little movement. I pulled his boxers down by their top with both hands and sniffed his musk in deeply. It was the same smell as when I last released his cock and balls earlier in the apartment. His dick bounced in front of my nose and oozed precum from his tight foreskin. This was the first proper look I got at his cock. It was a little small for boy's our age, 2 3/4 inches, but I suspected another inch lay beneath the fat on his pubic area above is cock. The same was with me. I could get hard and push back the pubic fat, revealing more cock. Craig cock was smooth, becoming thinner at the head than the rest of his cock. This was no problem, as his cock was thick, like his body and legs. His foreskin looked tight, not too much to cause pain during masturbation, as I showed earlier that night, nor for what I was going to do. His balls were pulled in tight to his body, and were very wrinkled. There was a few pubic hairs on his bollocks and above his lovely penis, but not much. They were also a dark red, like his head hair. The area around his crotch was white. He had must have worn his swimming shorts when he got burnt as the area of white skin started under his apron and ended above his knees. It was cool to the touch, unlike the rest of his skin. The hair on his bollocks was a little darker to the rest of his skin though. The sack was nestled between his fat thighs which were pushed together due to his stance. I tickled his sack's underneath with my fingers. His leg muscles tensed as I did so. He must have enjoyed it. I paused and looked up at Craig. I heard his heavy breathing and saw the pleading in his eyes. "Your first one, enjoy!" I then took his sweet cock in my mouth. I went just past the small mushroom of the head. He gasped loudly as soon as my warm, wet, inexperienced mouth wrapped round his small tool. It tasted sweet and warm inside my mouth and on my tongue. I licked the top of his prick and he let out a moan. I then pushed my tongue under his foreskin. The piss slit did not taste of piss as I first thought it might. This was only my second blow job, so I was taking it very slow. I sniffed in his aroma and placed my hands on his naked thighs, squeezing the flesh as I rubbed them from the front to the back, and then back round to the front. I pushed my mouth down further over Craig's tool and heard him say "fuck" under his breath. "Ooooh, oooh...oooh...gonna cum" I kept my head still and his cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste his juices. He squirted a small amount of salty cum in to my mouth. I kept the cum in my mouth for a second or so, before quickly swallowing as I did not find the taste very nice. Don't get me wrong, I loved that they were is juices and in my body, but it tasted salty. "Sorry, sorry about that. I couldn't help myself" Craig said, embarrassed. "Don't worry about it. I cum that fast on my first go." He looked a little less self conscious when I told him that. "That is so cool!" Craig said, "Can we try another time?" "Sure! I would love to suck you very slowly!" Another grin from my handsome, flame haired lover. He bended down and pulled up his shorts and boxers from around his ankles. I was sorry he did not bend over while facing away from me. I would love to have seen that. Perhaps I would have tried to put my dick there, but I think I knew I would probably put my tongue there. Why did I want to tongue his arsehole? I had never wanted to before. "Do you want me to suck you?" "Only if you want to. I only want you to do what you want." "Well, I do, but not here. Will try it at my apartment before my parents get back. They should not get back til late" "OK." We checked our clothes for any signs of cum and walked back down stairs. We got a strange look as we both exited the same stall from a man waiting for it. We just kept going down, but laughed a little at it. After playing some more pool and watching Craig's arse as he was bending over the table, and loving how his belly dangled over the side of the table, we went back to join my family. We had a few more drinks and sat talking about home, school, people we knew, things we did. I wanted to know everything about him. He did most of the talking, I mainly listened. We went back to the hotel, and I walked Craig back to his room while my family went straight to ours after saying good night to him. This was it, I was going to get blown by him. I would also try to give him another to. Maybe try a 69 like I had seen on the Internet. At the door, I looked down to both ends of the corridor and saw it empty, and so I pulled him towards me and started snogging him, pushing my tongue into his mouth and licking his lips. He moaned a little as we kissed, making me get horny and wanting to fuck him so badly! We stopped kissing and I stepped back a little to look at him. He smiled at me, and started digging in his pockets for the door key. Suddenly the door opened. It was Craig's Dad! He must have gt home early! He looked at us both. My heart stopped and I was terrified in case he saw us. I saw Craig's face. He looked just as shocked as me. His eyes were wide and his eyebrows raised. "What are you two doing?" "Nothing, Dad!" "No, nothing" I said. "Well then, come in, it's late." I was relieved. It seemed he did not see us kissing and hugging, else he would have exploded, I guessed. "OK" Craig said. "Bye Mike." Craig said to me, and went in to the apartment. I wanted to hug him good night, have another kiss. "I'll walk you back to the apartment Mike." "It's OK." I said. "No, I want to talk to your mum" I became very scared again. I thought he had seen us after all and was going to tell my mum. I felt sick. My brother would be horrible about it, I was sure. My mum though? I wasn't sure. I can tell you know, that as I write this, that my mu took me coming out really well, and how no problems with it. She accepted me quickly and that was great. But in that hotel corridor with Craig's Dad, I was terrified. He walked by me up the stairs and to our door. He knocked on. My mum answered. "Hi Denise" "Hi, Derek, everything OK?" This was it. He would tell my mum. I may be thrown out of my home, my family could hate me. "Yeah, was just coming up to say thanks for taking Craig out tonight. Hope he was no trouble" "Oh no, was good as gold. Him and Mike kept each other company playing pool." "Oh great. Here is some money for paying for his dinner and drinks and that." I was so relieved when I realised he was not going to "out" me. I must have been holding my breath the whole time as I suddenly needed to breathe deeply. Neither of the adults noticed though. "Oh, don't be daft!" My mum said, "Was no problem. Just glad Mike had some one to hang out with." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, was a pleasure. How was your night by the way?" "Great. Was good to be alone, relax and that." I walked in to the apartment at this point. My sister was playing cards with my brother. I went to sit down with them. I needed a drink to relax, so I poured myself a vodka and coke, same as they were drinking. This may sound like hard stuff for a fourteen year old to be drinking, but in England, everyone drinks from about 14 onwards. It is the done thing. My mum figures that she could not stop my sister. She just got people to buy it for her by waiting outside the shop and asking them to go in for her. So, my mum said she would let us drink, as long as she knew where we were and what we were drinking. She even bought it for us. It did mean that we were not out drinking way to much, making ourselves ill in a dark field on a Friday night. I drank it down, while they dealed me in, and I listened to Derek and my Mum. "While we were out, we booked a boat trip to "Turtle Beach" tomorrow. We take a boat trip out to the Island and we spend the day on the beach and we can watch the turtles swimming in the water, the lads can go exploring and that. I booked an extra ticket for Mike. Is it OK if he comes?" "Sure. Mike!" "Yeah?" I shouted back, as if I was not already listening. "You want to go on a trip tomorrow with Craig?" My mum asked. "Sure!" "Great. We'll meet you by the pool about 9 then." Derek said. He then said goodbye and left. This was great. I would have the day with Craig, would enjoy myself, and maybe even have the chance to have some fun with him. Maybe even get that blow job from him! I was excited, and hardly slept that night. I slept in the single bed that pulled out from under the sofa bed. It was my turn after having the sofa bed the night before. I thought over all that had happened that day. It was just my second day on Holiday, yet I had met the boy of my dreams, groped his body until I was hard, kissed him, hugged him, wanked him while he wanked me. Then, I sucked him off, tasting his prick and cum for the first time, swallowing his juices too. It was so much to take in. I felt fantastic. I wanted to hold him and tell him how great he was. I was gutted he was just one floor below, alone, possibly naked in bed, and I wasn't there. I was sure tomorrow would be great, being able to spend more time with him, perhaps we would find a quiet spot to blow each other. Please give feedback. I am really enjoying writing this, but are you reading it? Any suggestions or comments welcome.