Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2005 07:34:13 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Summer Fun: Chapter 1 - Peter's Story.

WARNING; This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If this sort of
thing offends you what the Hell are you reading Nifty/Gay for. My
characters do not wear condoms and that is because this is fiction and they
can get away without doing so.

I should tell you that you should be above the age of consent in your
particular geo-political area to read this sort of thing but you knew that
anyway.

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SUMMER FUN


1 - Peter's Story


by


G. Cutter


I was twelve years old when I first met Joe and he was thirteen, a good age
to make friends, even to make friendships that stand the test of time but
I'm getting ahead of my story.

To set the scene I came from an English family of the middle classes I
suppose you'd say, in there with the bank managers and whatnots. The class
system is supposedly dead and buried but if you go to a local school you'll
realise it's not dead at all, it defines who you are, who your friends are
and the circles you move in. I come from Weybridge in Surrey and my dad was
pretty well off although not as rich as some of our neighbours. He had his
own small building business so although we weren't paupers we weren't quite
as well heeled as some of our pals down the road. They were mainly company
executives, ad-men and up and coming yuppies, they probably thought we were
'common; having builders vans parked in the driveway every now and then but
my dad had to work for his money and work damn hard. My old man didn't care
about the aristos and my mum cared even less, the business was doing well
and we, as a family that is, were looking good.

As I've said I was twelve. Being a builder's son didn't make me a muscle
man, in fact I was a bit weedy or at least I thought so. I suppose all in
all I was a pretty average twelve year old kid. I had long blonde hair
which was my mum's pride and joy and my dad's despair. He used to say from
the back I looked like a girl but there was no malice there, I knew he
loved me and I loved him. As a family we were tight unusually so for this
time and age or so I found out from my school mates. We did have a secret
hobby that put us apart from the rest just a teeny bit and that was that my
mum and dad were naturalists and so was I, not by choice I hasten to add. I
was always embarassed by my little dick but dad used to jolly me out of it
and tell me that it'd grow.

By the way, we weren't complete cranks, you know the type who wander around
the house all day in the raw it was just that in the evenings especially in
the summer we tended to chill out. Dad used to wander about showing off his
hairy gut and mum used to walk about topless, I settled for a skimpy pair
of boxers. I was still a bit miffed about Mr Dick who was refusing to grow,
it was bloody mortifying. The only consolation was that shortly after my
twelfth birthday I'd managed my first squirt which gave me a new hobby. My
secret shame was that the cause of the said squirting was an image of that
Peter Pan kid, Jeremy Whatsit, I used to fancy Haley Joel Thingy so I
supposed I was going through a phase or so I told myself. Girls didn't do
anything for me at all but at school they told us in Sex-Ed that at our
tender age you can get turned on by all sorts of things. Thank God for
pretty boy film stars, it could have been hampsters.

I had friends, schoolfriends but not close ones. Belonging to a family that
is likely to strip at a moment's notice is hard. You never know if you were
going to take a friend home and find dad wandering around with his nuts
hanging out or mum walking around flashing her tits. The trouble was at
twelve year old most of my peers would have been swinging off the
chandeliers at the sight of a bare breast. Of course other kids were wary,
I think they thought that there was something un-natural about being a
naturalist or nature lover, good play on words that.

Anyway, this story is about myself, Peter the Great and the friend I made
on holiday over a long summer break my family spent in Crete. Since I'd
been knee high to a grasshopper we'd been spending our summer breaks in
naturalist surroundings, some call them nudist camps but the phrase had
dropped from favour recently ... a trifle too military perhaps. I suppose
when I was around ten my dad's business had taken off and we'd promptly
gone upmarket, no more draughty Swedish community halls and old mansions
buried away in the woods we aimed for better things. After a lot of
deliberation on my parent's part we settled on an all in exclusive three
week package in a place at called Sitia which was on the northern coast of
Crete, it was quite small but it was private and catered almost exclusively
for nudists, naturalists, sun worshipers, whatever you wanted to call
us. It was very family oriented and the locals paid no heed at all. Even
the local kids, the boys anyway used to mix in and get their shorts off,
although the local girls were a little more restrained. The Greeks or the
Cretians on the island seemed to keep a pretty tight rein on their
womenfolk but let their lads do what they liked. The nearest big town was
Ayios where we had to dress up if we visited to check out the local
crusader's castle or the museums which seemed to be a growth industry on
Crete.

Even at ten I was pretty good at making friends and managed to click both
at ten and eleven. This holiday I was twelve and a little more wordly
wise. Let's face it even at eleven my holiday chum Andy and myself had
played around as boys do. A bit of privacy and we were all over each other,
nothing serious, just routine boy fun. Of course, being naked helped and I
was looking forward to this holiday, as my dad said I was a bit of a 'jack
the lad' now. We were staying at the same place which had it's own pool and
sauna. It was pretty well given over to nakedness outside but minimal
clothing was required for breakfasts and we used to go the whole hog for
the evening meal. Lunch if you took it was also a fully covered affair. A
bit of a pity, they had some nice young waiters there. I think one had
tried to hit on me last holiday, even at eleven I knew what he wanted, I
used it to sit on. I kept well out of his way, believe it. Mind you he was
around sixteen and rather nice in the dark and hairy Greek fashion.

After the flight into Iraklion and a pretty horrendous coach trip we
arrived at our hotel around six o'clock in the evening and it was hot but
not too hot, the day's heat was fading and it looked like it was going to
be a pleasant evening. My parents looked at the noticeboards to se what was
going on, I could see they were itching to get their kit off as usual and
then they'd go looking for old mates. I suppose one of the things about
being a minority clan is that you keep bumping into the same people
espcially if you use the same place. I wondered if Andy would be there this
year, perhaps we could carry on our bodily explorations, yummy.

I'd got my own room this year, I normally bunked in with my parents but
this year they blatantly came out and said that they'd decided to make
another baby and they didn't need an observer or somebody quoting Sex-Ed at
them. Why wait twelve years you may well ask ... don't, I didn't. We had
dinner set up for eight o'clock so we barely had time to get into our rooms
and get showered and kitted up. I was delighted with my own room, it wasn't
large but it had it's own toilet and shower, even a small balcony where I
could perv the passing girlies (and boys).

As I've said the meal was 'covered' as we called it, I settled for a shirt,
short and sandals, the 'rents were a little more formal but not overly
so. The hotel dance hall had a nudist Stars in their Eyes night two days
hence which all the youngsters were excited about but I was too busy
looking for Andy the chum from last year. The meal was uneventful, we were
seated with a Swedish family of parents plus a little girl. They spoke good
English and we got on OK although I got a bit miffed with the little girl
giving me adoring looks. I knew I was hot but not that hot. Now if it had
ben a nine year old Gustav or Bjorn I might have been interested. Don't get
me wrong, I'm not a teeny child molester it was just that I could see my
parents volunteering me for a bit of childminding and the thought of
looking after a little girl didn't turn me on all that much.

In the end it was a disappointing night, no sign of Andy although there
were enough youngsters around. It was like a cowboy style bar, all the kids
eyed each other wondering what the newcomers looked like with their
knickers off. I think the parents and other oldies had got past the stage
of studying the dangly bits but the kids certainly hadn't. I'd found out
last year that if any young lad popped a stiffy everyone ignored it
although some of the girls would have a titter. Great, you could walk
around like a sex maniac for three whole weeks.

I suppose I should scrap the previous paragraph, there was one kid that did
catch my eye. Very dark, very handsome with long scruffy black hair that
went down in a sort of tail at the back of his neck. A bit like a horse's
mane I thought. He was quite clearly dressed pretty much the same as I was
and I wondered what he was ..... nationally I meant. He could have been
Italian, maybe Spanish, one of that lot. He was very dark and oh so
sweet. Silly Peter, I was having an instant love job. I looked at him and
found him looking at me, like a girl I blushed and being a blonde I blush
like a tomato. He gave me a little grin and returned to his food. I felt
like a clumsy fool and looked across again, his eyes met mine for the
second time and he smiled again. I didn't smile back.

What a prat, eh? A good looking ..... no, a beautiful boy smiles at me and
I ignore him. I looked across at him for the third time but he and his
parents presumably were on their way out. I gazed at his slender brown legs
and felt that little buzz in my groin. It was happening, I was getting one
of those crush thingies I get at school about every other day. I watched
the three of them leave the restaurant, lovely little bottom in khaki
shorts, munchable thin brown arms and that glorious black hair hanging down
his back ..... I was in love and on day one as well.

We doodled about for a bit, went for a walk along the beach where some
brave souls had reverted to 'skin' although it was getting a little chilly
with the breeze coming off the sea.

'I love this place,' my mum sat on the sea wall and looked across the
sands.

'Let's hope it doesn't get too popular,' my dad sat alongside her and I
hopped up alongside him making like a row of seagulls. 'You like it here,
Pete?'

'Love it,' I enthused a vision of long brown legs and what lay at the top
flitting across my fevered imagination. 'It's great.'

'One happy family.' my mum chuckled and snuggled upto dad and started to
snog.  'You exploring tonight, Peter?'

'Nah, I'm tired, an early night I think,' I replied. By the way my mum's
the only one who ever calls me Peter, everyone else calls me Pete. She's
also the only one who talks to me like a child. Going exploring indeed. A
bit like Swallows and bloody Amazons. I just wanted to jump that dark kid's
bones as our American cousins would say. We went back after a while and
said goodnight, mum was going to rouse me for breakfast which would be easy
enough, the single rooms were opposite the doubles and I was situated right
across the passageway from them. I spent half an hour on my little balcony
watching the passing people underneath although now most were clothed
against the night chill and let's face it, if you were doing a club you
didn't do it in the buff. Mind you Sitia didn't go in for clubs or lager
louts for that matter, maybe it would come with time but I hoped not. There
were two clubs, one family oriented and one that was more youthful but it
was such a small place it was a wonder they paid their way.

I had hoped to catch a sighting of Darky as I called him but no luck. In
the end I decided to have a shower and turn in, the first full day is
always a long one. Needless to say in the shower thinking of Darky I poped
a stiffy. I wondered what he was like with the shirt and shorts off, I did
wonder if he had a big one, little one, kosher cut or floppy foreskin
... all this pure medical research you understand. By the time I turned in
(commando of course) I was as hard as a little chocolate frog. I had a
wank, of course I had a wank, I was on holiday and I'd sighted the most
beautiful boy in the world. I was deternimed to get my camera out tomorrow,
I'd get his image if nothing else.

It was a good wank by the way. The problem was I couldn't make my mind up
if he was doing thing to me or if I was performing on him. Don't get me
wrong, I knew wanking, I'd even tried a bit of mutual with a mate. I knew
about sucking or blowing as they call it for some unknown reason. I hadn't
done that by the way, I wouldn't mind someone sucking me but the thought of
putting someone's willy in your mouth was a bit of a turnoff. Naturally
enough I knew about bumming as well, the twenty four carat 'up the bum
bit'. I was confused about this one, the big question was why? If you did
it with a girl you were up for babies, if you did it with a boy what was
the point? Besides which, it had to hurt on one side and it was pretty
disgusting on the other, your dick could get covered with all sorts of
muck. Nah, I thought I'd give that one a bit of a miss. I just thought
about Darky and wanked. In my mind we just cuddled and stroked each other,
we kissed as well but this was a bit of forbidden territory. He kissed
well, or so I thought although a novice at the game. I was just so
confused, I wanted to do things but I didn't know what. I wanted to go
''all the way" but what the hell was all the way, I was a twelve year old
schooly not a qualified Romeo.

In the end I slept but not before stirring my cum around my belly and into
my belly button, I imagined it was Darky's ..... sick, or what!

I was up at the crack o' dawn the next day ready for the off. Shirt and
shorts for brekky and then the exploring bit. I was a year up on last time
and the 'rents had promised to keep off my back provided that I didn't get
into trouble. That suited me, I just wanted to swim, sunbath and wander
around meeting like minded youngsters. That's right ... sex maniacs. Mum
and dad spent most of last year on the beach and mucking around on the
boats I didn't expect too much in the way of supervision as long as I
didn't get myself in bother, exactly what they'd said.

Breakfast was with the Swedish couple and the little girl. They were
dragging the poor mite to the local crusader castle, the island was rotten
with them. I'm not a great fan of little girls but I felt sorry for her,
they'd have to wear clothes and it was going to be one of those long hot
ones, not a cloud to be seen. I saw Darky a few tables away, I didn't look
at him for the whole meal but when I finally looked up there he was staring
at me. He smiled and plucking up courage I smiled back, he gave me a little
nod of his head. Joy. My evil little boy heart nearly detonated. We
finished the tea and chat bit of breakfast exchanging looks like Romeo and
Juliet. I wondered if he had feelings like I had or just wanted a mate of a
similar age. Another thing was, did he speak English, somehow I doubted
it. Then to really spoil my day his parent's tugged him away and I was
stuck with mine exchanging small talk with the pair of Swede's.

By the time we got away from the breakfast table I was fuming, my parents
were off on walkabout flashing their bits as was their wont, I decided to
use the hotel pool and sauna. I went to my room and dumped my clothing,
from now on it was 'skin' time, I grabbed a towel and away I went.

Serendipity. I believe it means 'happy coincidence' and it was in full
bloom on that particular sunny day. I wandered into the pool and there was
Darky, he was as naked as the day he was born and he was sitting on the
edge of the pool splashing his feet in the warm water.

'Hi,' I called out to him, this chance I wasn't going to miss, the place
was empty and here I was with my dream boy. Serendipity indeed.

'Hi,' he grinned up at me as I walked across. I saw his eyes drop briefly
as he checked me out but that was a perfectly normal reaction in any nudist
colony or camp. The adults make a point of not doing that sort of thing but
the kid's don't bother. I took a quick peek at him as I sat alongside him
and dangled my feet in the water alongside his, 'You English? I thought you
might have been a Swede sitting with that blonde mob.'

'Nah,' I grinned stupidly. He was so gorgeous, of course he was, he seemed
smaller than myself slightly but his little cocklet was fatter than mine
and maybe a little longer. It was uncircumcised as mine was and a fantastic
golden brown. For some reason my mouth was watering like a leaky
tap. 'They're Swede's, my lot come from Weybridge which is by.......'

'I know,' he gave a giggly laugh. 'My mob come from Walton.'

'Wow,' I laughed. 'Right next door.'

'As near as dammit,' he grinned and suddenly reached out and grabbed my
wrist. A sudden tug and we were under water. We were soon in a melee, no
way was I going to let this one go cold. All boy's stuff, by the time we
surfaced for air and a rest we'd made enough body contact and enough
accidental feels to last us a year. Well not really but there you go.
'Whass your name, he clung to the side of the pool and gave me a small
smile.

'Peter Nelson.'

'Joseph Carlos Juan Ramirez, Joe or JC for short,' he stuck his hand out
and we shook formally like a pair of businessmen.

'I thought you were English,' I said rather stupidly.

'British actually,' he put on a posh upper crust accent. 'My family was
orignially Spanish now we are Brits since around 1950 and I was born in
boring Walton.'

'Ah ha,' I laughed. 'Technically you are English.'

'Is a Scots kid born in Hong Kong a haggis or a chink?' He'd obviously had
the discussion before.

'Give up,' I shrugged and gave him a lazy grin as I sank beneath the water
grabbing his hips on the way and dragging him under, That was it,
underwater fracas time again. This time I felt him deliberately grope me. I
nearly drowned at the time but was soon back in action giving as good as I
got, buy that I mean I copped a feel of his soft meat and two veg.

Back in the shallow end we stood and talked as local boys do. I was over
the moon, Walton was a bus ride from Weybridge, he came from a nudist
family, was this a marriage made in heaven, was I getting carried away
... or what?

'Want to wander down the beach, check out the talent?' He looked at me and
grinned. He was very much a little man of the world, he was indeed shorter
and slighter than myself but he seemed much more with it, if you know what
I mean.

'How old are you, Joe?'

'Thirteen and a bit,' his reply was prompt.

'Six months older than I am.'

'Come on then Junior, shower and wash the chlorine off.

Oh my Gawd, I was after his beautiful brown bubble butt like a bat out of
hell. I could have sank my teeth into those jiggly little brown orbs and
died a happy bunny. As we hit the showers I could feel a stiffy coming on,
this was all I needed. Now I was going to die of shame. A soon as we got
into the deserted showers he grabbed the hose and started to sprinkle me
with the thing, far from killing my bone it seemed to encourage it or maybe
it was his cheeky smiling face and his flashing teeth but I popped one.

'You popped one,' he screamed dousing me with the icy water. It was so cold
I was a goosbump on a goosebumt but this was a serious breach of nudey
etiquette mentioning a boy's stiffy, what you normally did was to ignore it
and try and shield him from prying eyes. Everyone knew that lads got hard
now and then whether they wanted to or not and everyone took it as a matter
of fact.

'I can't help it,' I felt tears springing to my eyes like a big girl's
blouse. The bigger shame was that it was miniscule, I noticed that his was
beginning to fill out and that made matter's even worse.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' he dropped the hose and leapt over and wrapped his
arm around me, I nearly fainted, if anyone came in and found us our name's
would be all over Crete by nightfall. 'It's a nice one all the same.' Of
course with his arm around me my routine erection had gone to stardrive, it
was trying to poke a hole in the ceiling, I wish.

I just shrugged and faced away, I was so shamed.

'I know how to get rid of that problem.' he whispered in my ear and I felt
his wet body brush against me.

'So do I,' I snickered.

'Dry off,' he ordered, 'and calm down,' he grinned. 'We can go out in the
boat we rented, the 'rents are trying to catch up on old friends.'

'You gotta boat.' I laughed. This sounded like fun, the rogue erection
began to deflate.

'Little one with an outboard which I'm not allowed to use,' he sniffed
disdainfully like a put upon Starship Trooper. 'I am allowed to row
though.' he looked at me expectantly.

'Let's go then, Spanish Joe Joe.'

He grinned and gave me a playful punch to my skinny arm. 'I ain't an organ
grinder so less of it, Stiffy Peter.'

'Right.' I knew when to keep my mouth shut.

We wandered down to the sunlit harbour which was nearly deserted other than
a bunch of naked boys and girls diving off the old stone jetty, there were
a couple of fishermen, dressed of course, taking not a blind bit of notice
and that was about it. Typical sleepy Crete, midmorning sun climbing high
in the heavens and myself and Joe with towels around our necks heading for
high adventure. Well, that was the way my mind was working, didn't know
about his.

'My dad's in the wine biz,' he stood for a moment watching the mixed group
of youngsters shouting and screaming as they plunged of the jetty and
splashed around below. 'Import good stuff and export Brit doo-doo.'

'Mine's a builder, got his own company.' The last was a bit of conceit. I
didn't want Joe to think my dad was the guy who dug the holes.

'My dad's got his own company as well,' he grinned, he'd read me like a
book.

'Some nice talent about,' he changed the subject completely.

'Yeah,' I agreed wondering who he was talking about. Apart from the mob in
the water there were only a couple of blonde boys looking very much like
twins sitting watching the show.

'Mmmmmm. Munchy,' he gave that laugh which was half a giggle and this time
he was definitely looking at the two boys who seemed to be around nine or
ten. 'Jeez, I feel like a teeny pedo,' he laughed and took off down the
jetty to where the boats were tied up. I ran after him, I had the feeling
he was deliberately leading me on and I didn't really know what to do about
it Was I supposed to look shocked or act disgusted, or was I supposed to
muster a leer and a knowing nod. I just didn't know.

He was kneeling and bending over a mess of cordage and finally he pulled
one rope clear and started to tug on it, I gave a hand and a smartly
painted rowboat complete with oars started to nudge it's way through the
other boats to the steps.

'We can go over to the old fish quay,' he pointed over the small harbour. '
Dead as a doornail over there.'

'Bet it's smelly.'

'Don't be a woozy,' he cackled and walked down the steps to the boat and
hopped in. 'Captain Joe and his faithful crewman Pierre the Plonker.' He
stuck a pose with his arm raised. He looked so bloody beautiful with his
passionate dark Spanish eyes and his flashing teeth. I gave him a push and
he disappeared with a screech in a burst of spray. The two little blondies
on the quay laughed like a brace of hyenas. He was right, they were munchy.

'Help me out, you dick,' he was clinging to the side of the boat with a big
grin on his face completely unfazed by the surprise ducking. I should have
known better for as I reached down to pull him up he grasped my wrist and
threw himself backwards in the water yanking me out of the boat.

This time in our tussle I felt him deliberately fondle me, this was no
mistake and this time I just went with the flow as I felt his gentle hand
cup my nuts and take a quick feel of my noodle. Not to be left out of it I
grasped his thicker edition and felt it twitch.

'Nice one,' I heard myself say as if I was a thousand miles away.

'Ditto, Pete,' he grinned and blew me a kiss. Cheeky sod, I grabbed his
head and gave him a quick dunk.

Eventually we got into the boat still watched by the blonde kids and I was
told to sit in the back, the stern as Joe called it and with him rowing we
moved slowly across the small harbour.

'How long you here for, Pete?'

'The three week nudey package.'

'Yeah,' he punched the air. 'Same as us. We can have some fun,' he did a
Groucho Marx with his eyebrows.

'Sure can,' I smiled back. This time I knew exactly where he was coming
from and I was quite happy letting him take the lead. I looked at his
smiling face. I was in love.

He rowed past the place where they offload the fish and we entered what
semed to be a small lagoon. He drew the oars into the boat and looked at me
steadily. 'A painted ship on a painted ocean,' he quoted.

'The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner,' I replied.

'Ten out of ten, sunshine,' he laughed and lay across the seat of the boat,
the thwart. His brown penis lay up on his gently rounded belly. I couldn't
stop looking at the bloody thing.

'You going to sleep,' I asked as his eyes closed.

'Just relaxing for a bit, we can row around to the kids swimming in a
bit. I just wanna chill for a bit.'

'Right, Cap'n,' I slid down into the bottom of the boat, onto the sun
bleached duckboard, at least I had somewhere to rest my back .... plus I
was nearer to his penis which I swear was swelling. There was absolute
silence as the boat barely moved on the still water. I was mesmerised
looking at him from the side, his cock was swelling and getting thicker and
fatter. I could see the inner core hardening and stretching his foreskin
and I finally saw the shiny glans make an appearance. To my utter shame and
shock my own was hardening in sympathy and I moved my legs to make myself
more comfortable.

'Very nice,' he murmured.

I looked at him startled, I thought he was off away on a daydream but he
was gazing at my own smaller version penis which was now fully erect
although the glans was still hooded by the foreskin. 'It's only a dick.' I
spoke and my voice quivered. Something was going to happen. Suddenly he sat
up and his big cock jerked, a slow smile and he sat in the bottom of the
boat with me.

'You don't mind, do you,' he placed his hand flat on my belly barely an
inch away from my swollen boyhood.

'No,' I felt my traitor voice break in a squeak.

'Bet you don't mind this either,' his voice was husky as he moved his hand
and placed it flat on my hardness trapping it against my belly. His hand
moved slowly up and down, he was giving me a flathanded wank.

'I don't mind.' I reached across and grasped his hot meat. It was hard and
hot and I could barely get my hand around it. It wasn't huge as in mansized
but it was bloody big on a skinny kid like him. I held the heat and slowly
moved my hand up and down feeling his foreskin move up and down the hard
inner.

'You've got the touch,' he whispered. 'I like you, Peter.' He sounded
uncomfortable and I realised that this was just as hard for him as it was
for me (no pun intended there by the way). 'I like you a lot.'

'I like you too, Joe.' We were beginning to sound like a pair of parrots
but I didn't care.

'Shuffle around,' he began to move until we both lay flat in the boat,
facing each other with our erections almost touching. It was hard on the
hips but I wouldn't have changed it for the biggest feathered bed in the
world. He wanked me and I wanked him, it was that easy. He did mine with
two fingers and his thumb, I did him with my clenched fist. I knew that
when he came he would spray his spunk all over my belly but I didn't
care. He moved closer and his hand began to move faster.

I groaned with pleasure as I felt the tingle, yeah, that tingle. I felt my
nuts go tight and the burning at the base of my stem. 'Joe, Joe.....'

'Shush, Pete,' Joe grinned at me and then to my absolute horror tilted his
head and kissed me hard on my lips as I felt my cock jerk and splatter
three splashes of hot cum onto his brown belly. 'Hey, that was a good 'un,'
Joe grinned and gave me another swifter kiss on the nose. I'd never even
thought about kissing another boy, the whole idea seemed repugnant but I
enjoyed it. I enjoyed the taste of Joe's smooth lips, the feel of his warm
mint flavoured breath and I wanted more.

'Aaah,' I'm getting there,' Joe groaned and I moved closer holding his big
tool up between our bellies wanking him faster and holding it harder. This
time I grabbed his neck and stuck my lips onto his. He pulled a face,
kissed me fiercely and I felt the hot splashes of his cum splatter on my
belly. He giggled through the kiss and grabbed me so that our limpening
cocks were sandwiched between our spunk drenched bellies. 'Hey, that was
great,' Joe husked and ground against me belly to belly. I felt our flaccid
cocks slither around in their cum messy belly trap.

'Great,' I agreed grinning like a loon.

'What room are you in?' He suddenly asked.

'Two oh five.'

'Leave your door off the catch and I might pay you a visit around
midnight,' he whispered.

'Really,' the squeak was back.

'Really,' he grinned mockingly. 'Give you a Joe special, I'm in Two oh
eight, I haven't got too far to travel.'

'What if someone sees you.'

'Well know one else knows who's in what room do they,' he answered quite
reasonably. 'Anyway, I can always say I'm coming in for a chat, nothing
wrong with that.'

I looked at him and smiled. The thought of sharing a bed with him was
hardening me up again. Somehow I didn't think that a mutual wank was Joe's
endgame but I didn't care, I loved him, I wanted to do everything with him
... even the ultimate. I'd quite happily go the whole way with my Joe.

After a while canoodling (whatta word) we got up and had a look around, it
was still as dead as a doornail, thank God. A bit of argey bargey and I
finished up rowing this time with Joe doing his Captain Ahab bit. He must
have known a bit of sailormanship or whatever you call it because every
remark contained a word like fore, aft, stern of somesuch, I guess he was
showing off a bit but I didn't care. I was wondering what his cum tasted
like, how's that for nice clean thinking. We eventually rounded the quay to
find the same gang out on the boulders at the bottom of the jetty
sumbathing and the two little blonde boys in the water. Joe being Joe
commanded me to ground the boat and parley with the natives.

Two Germans, a Yank kid, a boy who was a Londoner with a little kid who
didn't seem to know what he was. The two in the water announced themselved
as Jerry and Tommy from Portsmuff which I guess was Portsmouth. They were
nice by the way, both around nine or ten I guess, I got a bit jealous when
I saw Joe blatantly oggling Tommy who had the larger tackle of the two
although neither would make the Olympic Penis Squad, anyway, I liked the
blonde Yankee kid.  We spent the rest of the day with them until hunger
pangs kicked in and we returned to the hotel. Both sets of parents were
missing but I, as did Joe, had money up in the room and up we went.

I was hoping against hope he'd invite himself in and sure enough he did.

'Wanna get the shorts on, we can wander down to the village?'

'Yeah, I don't mind,' I sat on my bed hoping that he'd sit with me, he did.

'I like you a lot, Peter,' he put his hand on my bare thigh.

'You've said that already, Joe,' I looked at him and gave him a little
smile. 'I like you a lot too.'

'Good. Then you won't mind if I do this.' He pushed me flat onto the bed
and lay alongside. His hand grasped my semi erection and he slowly moved it
to and fro, peeling it back to expose the glans and staring at it. 'It's
beautiful,' he grinned and blew across the pee slit. He grinned even more
as it twitched and grew to it's full and massive four inch stiffness. 'So
munchy.'

For a terrible moment, a breathtaking moment I thought he was going to do
what I'd dreamed of and heard of but never experienced. He didn't though,
he propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at me with his darker
face even darker, I reckon he was doing a Spanish blush.

'Sorry, I was being silly.'

'I don't mind, Joe. Be as silly as you like. I told you I like you
..... and your big dick.' There I'd said it and I didn't even colour up. I
just reached out with my hand and grasped his turgid meat and slowly wanked
it to a full erection as he lay down again looking at me like a trusting
dog.

'Jeez, Peter,' he croaked. 'I wanna be your bestest pal for the next three
weeks and I wanna see you when we get back home.'

'Why not?' I grinned at him. 'I think I've got a bit of a crush on you.'
This time I did colour up a bit but I had to say my bit. 'A bigtime crush,
I've never felt like this before with anyone.' I let go of his dick and
grabbed him giving him a clumsy kiss. He looked surprised for a moment and
then we were at it. This time I felt his sweet tongue flickering at my lips
and I opened my mouth. We were away, tongue sandwich, tonsil tango call it
what you like but we must have spend a good fifteen minutes exploring each
other's mouths and grinding our erections together. For a first day on
holiday this was turning out a cracker.

'I really want to come in and see you tonight,' he looked at me. 'I wanna
look after you good.'

'And I'll look after you good as well,' I smiled. This time I spread him
out and applied myself to his cock which seemed to get bigger every time he
got hard.

'Put your hand just under my knob,' he groaned. 'I'm on the verge.'

I quite happily adjusted my grip and went for it.

'Faster,' his mouth dropped open and I saw his belly muscles tautened. 'I'm
cu.......'

He came alright. One massive squirt that went right up onto his chest, a
second that did the same and then a third which filled his navel and then
the final oozing which ran down his shaft and covered my fingers.

'Fuckin' hell,' I gazed in awe at his semen soaked body. 'You cum gallons.'

'Whew,' he grinned in delight and the with his giggle pushed me flat,
scooping his cum off his belly he wrapped his cum laden hand around my own
hardness and went for it. I'd wanked with baby lotion before but this
spunky hand job was incredible. My cock was tingling as his slippery hand
squeezed and pulled my foreskin over my glans time and time again. When I
came it was a record for me. One pearly squirt shot into the air and
splattered onto my breast, the second filled my own belly button and the
dribbles joined his on his clenched fist.

'That was a good one ..... for me,' I smiled at him lazily. I think we both
needed somewhere to have a little nap this afternoon.

'Shower and eat,' he jumped of the bed and grabbed my hand. Naturally
enough after that we shared a soapy shower and all that went with it. I
noticed that as we washed belly to belly trading kisses once more his hands
clasped and massaged my bum, never mind, I was enjoying the feel of his
pert bottom. It was there and then that I decided that if I ever did go
'the whole way' it would be with Joe and no other.

'See you in a minute,' he broke free and looked at me. 'Gonna get my
shorts, back in a mo.'

'Alright,' I turned the water off.

'Do love you, Pete,' he flushed darkly and fled the bathroom. I stood there
numb with shock. My lovely Joe had said that he loved me. I dried off in a
daze and got my shorts. He'd actually said he loved me.

'Sorry about that,' he came back into the room. 'I didn't mean to say
that.'

'I'm glad you did, Joe.' I avoided his eyes. 'Let's eat.'

The spell was broken. We left the room and five minutes later were cackling
and laughing like a pair of girls. The final bit of serendipity clicked as
we reached the lobby, there was my mum and dad talking to a pair of very
dark featured people like they were old friends. I glanced at Joe and he
was beaming. I smiled as well, so much for arranging a meeting, the 'rents
had done it themselves.

'Seems the boys have met,' the man I assumed was Joe's dad spoke to mine.

'Looks that way.' Dad laughed. 'Where are you off to, boys.'

'Down the village to pick up a bite to eat,' I grinned. 'This is Joe, he's
pretty much a neighbour.'

'Not quite but near enough,' Joe's father grinned and we did the English
bit. Hand shakes all round and formal introductions. I found out his
father's name was Carlos and his mother's Anna. They seemed to have the
laid back style of control favoured by my own 'rents. the sort of 'have fun
and don't get into bother' bit. We bade them goodbye both agreed to report
in by six in the evening to prepare for the evening meal. I was informed
that the fathers had seen the head waiter and that our families would be
sharing a table for the remainder of the holiday. Now that's how I like
things to work out, I could ogle my Joe boy for nearly twenty four hours a
day. Absolute bliss.

'Wanna take the boat out again,' Joe talked through a mouthful of food.

'Upto you Cap'n.'

'Yeah, why not,' he grinned at me. 'I wanna get you naked again.'

Well, that was blunt. 'Ditto,' I laughed. I wanted to get hold of his fat
cock again and see him squirt again, I wanted to drain him. I wanted to do
so many things with him and I wanted to do them right now. I was so in
love, I was like a love sick little lovebird.

'Come on, Pete. Let's go,' he stood and smiled down at me. 'Let's go and
find a couple of chicks.' He looked down at my started face as I looked up
at him.  'Nah, maybe not.'

'Prat.'

'That's me,' he guffawed. 'Come on, let's go. Planets to conquer and all
that jazz.'

'Bugs to butcher.' I gave him my Starship Trooper bit and away we
went. This summer holiday was looking better by the minute.

We recovered the boat from it's moorings, the gaggle of kids had gone
probably to feed their faces so we lounged around in the sun for a bit
before getting our shorts off and back to nudesville.

'Where we going?' I asked Joe. it was his family boat after all.

'Nowhere,' he said brightly. 'Let's just row out and drift for a bit. Maybe
a bit of a swim, a bit of ......' he gave a dirty chuckle.

'You're a sex maniac,' I informed him.

'Only with you, my Peter.'

I giggled like a girl, 'my Peter,' I loved it.

Needless to say we did the dirty again in the bottom of the boat which was
geting more exciting each time but also more uncomfortable. We were late
back and I got a bit of telling off from my dad and I could see from Joe's
sulky face at dinner that he'd probably also had a roasting. It didn't
matter by the end of the meal everyone was in high spirits again, a glass
of wine for myself and one for Joe helped of course.

Of all things we were scheduled to visit an old monastery and a crusader
castle in the morning and the Nudist Talent Show which was being staged in
the hotel's ballroom in the evening. We spend an incredibly boring evening
with the 'rents talking about building and wine. The trouble with dad's is
that they can never leave work behind and my mother said that not me. In
the end at around nine Joe and myself made our escape and walked around the
hotel's big gardens dodging the evening bug attacks. We were under orders
to retire by eleven o'clock and not an hour later, as this was an hour
after my normal time I was quite pleased. Needless to say we had time for a
kiss and a grope in the shadows before making our way back around five
minutes before the curfew.

'Any chance of your people looking in on you tonight?' Joe looked at me his
eyes full of mischief.

'Not once they've said their goodnights.'

'OK,' he breathed. 'You leave your door on the latch and I'll visit just
after midnight when it's all quiet.'

'That's dodgy Joe,' I protested although my heart wasn't in it. The thought
of cuddling his naked body in the dark was such a turn on I'd sprung an
instant stiffy, luckily we were back to 'covered' mode.

'I'll make it a special,' he whispered. 'Don't let me down, Pete.'

'Alright,' I surrendered. 'Be careful.'

'I shall,' he promised and we parted. The next hour and a bit were going to
be the longest in my life.

I was laying on top of the bed naked and just about drifting off to sleep
when I felt the movement of air and a slight creak. Someone was in the room
with me and I heard the click of the catch being dropped on the door. I
just hoped to hell it was Joe or I was in deep doo-doo.

'You awake, Petey?'

'Natch,' I grinned in the dark partly in relief and partly with pleasure. I
felt the mattress sink as Joe straddled me and I felt the touch of
towelling he must have been wearing a bathrobe. I felt his hot breath on my
face and then his lips settled on mine in a tender kiss. I felt his hot
hardness prod at my legs. I parted them a little and he settled on me with
his fat cock sliding between my legs which I promptly clamped. He slowly
moved as we continued to kiss his smooth belly rubbed my own aching penis
up and down. Greatly daring I slipped my hands under his robe and graped
his ultra smooth cheeks pulling him into me even harder and tighter.

'You fancy my bum?' He whispered as he ground into me.

'Dunno.'  What an embarassing question.

'We'll do a trade off maybe later in the holiday,' he whispered and I felt
him kiss and lap just under my jaw. I hoped he wasn't a junior vampire. I'd
check him out in a mirror if I survived the night.

'What do the ......'

'Hush,' he giggled and I felt his hot cock withdraw and his lips moved down
and he took one of my nipples into his mouth. God, that was so weird, I
stroked his thick hair as he lightly nibbled and sucked and I felt my nub
go erect in his mouth. I never knew that happened, I'd read of it happening
with females, not with boys. 'Love your titties,' he gave it a featherlight
nip and moved over to the other one all the time his hand which had dropped
carressed and toyed with my own stiffness. Moment's later he kissed my
sternum and started to lap down my body. I went into shock as he reached my
navel and started to lap and lick at my button, he was inches away from my
straining cock.

'Joe ...' I croaked and tried to stop him.

'Chill,' he looked up my belly and I saw his teeth and eyes gleam in the
slight light coming from the outside lights. 'I promised a special.' I felt
him hold my hardness upright and then the amazing sensation as he ran his
tongue over my now totally exposed glans.

'Oh, Joe,' I moaned and fondled his hair running my fingers through his
unkempt mane, I was in absolute heaven as he licked again and then I felt
his lips slip over my erection and the sucking and movement started. His
lips gripped me tight enough to move my foreskin up and down but I was
getting harder than I'd ever been before. My twitching four incher was as
hard as an iron bar and he was still sucking and gently jiggling my tight
nuts with his fingers. I couldn't help it, nature took over and I started
to fuck upwards into his wet heat.

'Getting there?' He grinned up at me and I saw his teeth flash again, his
head dropped and he took my scrotum into his mouth, his tongue rolling the
swollen nuts in their sac.

'Joe ... I think I'm gonna .......'

Jeez. I nearly shrieked with the pleasure and the burning as my spunk
rushed up my shaft and he quickly sank his mouth over my straining penis
again. I gave a shuddering moan as I felt myself swell and jerk in his
mouth and then the sqirting and splashing which seemed to go on forever and
he sucked and swallowed my climax until I was dry and exhausted laying
there like a rag doll. I never thought he'd go the whole way, actually
swallow my spunk. My seed, my babies slipping down his throat into his
belly. Wow.

'Joe, I love you,' I blurted it out and then flet the shame and my face
burn. What a bloody silly thing to say to a boy. It was OK saying you liked
someone, or even that you were fond of them but love, come on.

'Do you?' He moved up alongside me again. He kissed me and I felt the taste
on his lips. I didn't know whether to be disgusted or not, I knew that I
tasted my own cum on his sweet lips.

'Yeah, I do,' I said firmly and looked at him in the gloom and then without
another word dropped my head and took one of his dark brown nipples in my
mouth. I knew exactly what I was about to do and I was going to do it
willingly giving him as much pleasure as he'd given me. I'd done Sex-Ed at
school and I knew that love was supposed to be a two way street and so it
would be with us. I wanted to taste his fat cock and I wanted to swallow
his boy juices just as he'd swallowed mine. Equal partners or nothing.

I knew where this would finish up. We were both healthy human boys and we
were both at the age where we had needs. We were in a romantic setting and
we were in love, at least I was. I wanted Joe to have as much pleasure as
I'd had. I cringed from the thought of his fat cock up my bum but if that
was what he was after or working towards then I'd let him do it, I loved
him that much.

'You don't have to do this, Pete,' Joe spoke quietly as I followed his
example kissing and lapping down his smooth brown skinned belly.

'I want to,' I looked up and grinned. 'Why should you have all the fun?'

'Go for it, lover boy,' he ruffled my hair.

I chuckled and turned my head as I felt his dry knob slip against my cheek,
he'd called me lover boy and I was floating on clouds. He'd mentioned the L
word, he hadn't actually said he loved me but he done that earlier on, I
was hoping he's say it again.

I wonder how many of you reading this remembers the first time he ever
sucked another penis, this is presuming you have. I've said Joe was much
bigger than I was and I took the bull by the horns in a manner of speaking
and in the first instant rubbed it against my cheek. The firmness and the
smoothness of it was amazing, a vague spunky smell but I knew he was
precuming, I already had a smear on my cheek. I dreaded the thought of
tasting it but I slid his foreskin down so that his bulbous head was
clear. I could see the shine in the gloom and just ran my tonue over the
slip. He gasped and I grinned, I had him. I slowly wanked him and just kept
the knob end at my lips tasting his sweet spunk and then in a rush of
courage slid my lips over the slippery end.

'Aaaah, Peter,' he sighed and stroked my hair making a little thrusting
motion. Holding it firmly in case he got carried away I took the dribbling
glans into my mouth and started to suck running my lips down the shaft as
far as I could until I felt his mass fill me, I even took him into my
gullet until I neary gagged.

'Don't get carried away, lover,' he whispered. 'And mind your teeth, I'm
not a pepperami.' Have you ever tried doing a blow job and laughing at the
same time.

I sucked and he slowly pumped, his cock felt like an iron bar with a velvet
covering as his skin slid up and down his inner core but it was getting
harder and seemed even bigger. I could feel his smooth ballsac tight and
upto the base of his cock and knew that the moment of truth was there. He
was going to cum in my mouth, did I swallow it, did I spit it out or would
I even honk up. I loved him heart and soul but did I love him that much?

'I'm gonna cum,' he gaspingly warned me. I withdrew just a little and held
him steady with his pulsing glans just inside my mouth just in time to feel
his creamy load splatter and jet into my maw. I gulped and gobbed and then
sucked him like a lollipop. I was hooked, he felt slippery and somehow
sweet, an odd taste but a flavour that didn't sicken me at all. It was the
essence of my Joe. I felt his slippery cum on my teth and in my mouth and I
loved every pearly drop. 'Jeeez, Peter. That was so good,' he whispered
dreamily.

'Good,' I grinned inanely in the dark and kissed my way back up his smooth
belly. I was a bit worried that that was the end of it but no, he pulled me
up alongside almost roughly and crushed his lips onto mine tasting his own
cum as he slipped his busy tongue into my mouth. 'Gotta say it, Pete.'

'Say what?' I sleepily murmured as I lay in his warm embrace.

'I love you, Peter Nelson.'

'Love you two, big dick,' I clutched him fiercely. 'Love you something
rotten, Joey boy.'

'Excellent,' he looked away for a moment and must have spotted my little
clock. 'What time is it set for?'

'Seven.'

'Do it for six,' he kissed me again. 'We can have one for the road,'

We'd had a busy day, a long day. I'd fallen in love with a boy, I'd made
love to a boy, my mind was in a turmoil but at the end of the day I didn't
care. I was in bed with my young lover, warm in his arms and at peace with
myself. Tomorrow was another day but tonight was ours.

We were both awake before the alarm went off, in fact, when I awoke Joe was
mising, he was in the shower. Like a little girl I junped from the bed and
rushed in to join him. God, he was so beautiful ... I think I might have
said that before but he was. He smiled at me and I smiled back at him
dropping to my knees taking his soft yet turgid meat into my mouth.

'Jeeezus, Petey. You don't waste any time, do you?' His fingers played with
my wet hair as I brought him to full arousal and set to. This time I could
see what I was doing. I grasped his tight little buns and let him literally
fuck my face until he gave a massive squirt and then I sucked his dribbles
until he was clean. 'Now that's a way to start a day,' he grinned and
kissed my spunk smeared lips.

He went down on me straight away, no chat, no waffle just straight down on
his knees and swallowed my stiff little spike in one go. This time he made
a meal of caressing and moulding my buns, I even felt his finger in my
crack and stroke my ring.

'Later Joe,' I groaned as I felt the tingle and the irritation start as he
lapped my knob and tried to get his tongue into my slit. No chance, he
wasn't that smart. I held the side of his head and gave him some of his own
medicine, I gently fucked into his wet warmth and was rewarded by a healthy
cum which had him coughing and spluttering until he arose with a big cheesy
grin on his face.

'You're cum's getting thicker all of a sudden,' he held me tightly. 'You
may have got to the babymaking stage.'

'Really,' I squealed with delight. Proper cum, creamy more than milky and
it was all down to my Joe.

'We'd better split,' he smiled sadly as we dried off. 'Crusader castling
this morning, the damn talent show this evening .......'

'And you and me tonight,' I finished it off for him.

'We need to have a good ol' one to one later,' he kissed me briefly,
grabbed his towelled robe and after a cautious peep around the door was
off. Horror of horrors, I heard him say good morning to someone in the
passageway and then there was silence. I lay down again worried as to who
he'd bumped into but then drifted off, I was completely exhausted and we
had a full day ahead.

We met up again for breakfast and as the parents discussed the day's
itinery got down to demolishing as much food as we could get out hands
on. Tell you, ongoing sex does make for a hungry boy, even my dad commented
something along the lines that if I eat enough I may even get a body by the
time I was a teen. That gave Joe a giggle but as he was built like a wire
coat hanger with an outsized dick I ignored him. Later after confusion and
chaos which semed to be the way on Crete we were on our way into the
mountains for a morning of absolutely stupifying boredom. If I hadn't had
Joe to talk to I might have thrown myself off a cliff just to liven things
up a little. Fortunately both sets of parents seemed to be soul mates, they
were up stairs, down holes, oohing and aahing at this wreck of a
castle. Joe and I tailed them making the appropriate noises at the right
times.

God it was hot, our clothing was stuck to us and by the time we finally got
to the monastery where we were able to buy cold drinks everyone was just
about on their knees. A cold drink and five minutes later the oldies were
of like a herd of stampeding cattle intent on absorbing some culture whilst
Joe, I and some other kids tailed them moaning and groaning like
geriatrics.

'I'm shagged,' Joe sat on a staircase and smiled tiredly. 'We should slink
away my room this afternoon, tell the 'rents we're gonna play CD's or
something.'

'Or something,' I grinned.

'You up for it?'

'Yeah.' Of course I was up for it, I had problems keeping my hands of his
smooth if sweaty body there and then.

'Come on you two.' Joe's mother's voice called. A mutual sigh and we were
back on the tour. I've never been up and down so many stairs in my life, my
poor old legs were aching, I knew Joe was good at wanking, I wondered if he
was any good at massage.

'We still need that chat,' Joe reminded me as we set off again.

'Who were you taling to when you left me this morning?' I spoke quietly to
Joe as we travelled back to the hotel for one of our rare lunches.

'Little kid in the next room to you, quite tasty as it happens.' Joe
grinned. 'Looked like he was going down the pool.'

'What? At that time in the morning?'

'Whatever turns you on, baby,' Joe shrugged. 'He just mumbled something and
I did the same.'

'Mmmmm,' I was a bit concerned but not overly so. At least it was a kid and
not a parent or one of the hotel staff who might have realised that Joe was
coming out of a room that was not his own. Anyway, we had our lunch and the
parents decided that they were going to the Lido which was a small island
in the middle of the bay with a cafe and it's own little beach. It was
almost exclusively nudist so they could have a whale of a time
volleyballing and whatnot. The four of them seemed a bit disgusted that Joe
and I had run out of steam and needed to rest and listen to CDs but they
agreed in the end. After all we were going to the Talent Show in the
evening and that would keep us up until late.

'Golly gosh,' Joe laughed and threw himself on his bed. 'Thank you Lord for
an afternoon of peace,' he rolled his eyes heavenwards and smiled an
invitation to me standing by the window, 'Shy?'

'Not really,' I lay alongside him and we undressed each other and reverted
to our natural state which was naked, hard and playing with each other's
bodies.

'My legs are sore,' Joe rubbed his calves and looked at me with an impish
grin. 'Any good at masage?'  I mentally cursed, the boy was a witch, a
mindreader even, he'd beaten me to the draw. Mind you as he rolled over
onto his belly and I gazed at his tight brown skinned buns I didn't mind
too much.

'I dunno,' I croaked and grasped one soft mound in each hand. Almost
unconciously I bent my head and kissed one smooth globe and then the other.

'That's nice,' Joe whispered. 'Don't abuse me, I might like it. Suntan
stuffs on the shelf, that'll make good massage oil.'

I stood up and reached out for it but my mind was going like clockwork. Did
he want me to take the next step in our relationship? Did he want me to do
the dirty? What did he want? How the hell did I know, I was a twelve year
old kid and all this was like exploring a new planet, I didn't know what to
do ..... I was so frustrated and it didn't help with my cock oozing. I was
getting all sticky, was it the famous pre-cum? If it was it was a first for
me. Great, now I was bewildered, confused and excited.

'Just rub it on my bum and the tops of my legs,' Joe wriggled on the bed
and parted his legs slightly. I nearly fainted, I could see into his dark
and mysterious crack and I'm sure I got a glimpse of his dark brown
bumhole. 'Anywhere else you like,' he giggled nervously but kept his face
firmly in the pillow.

I squirted some of the cream on my fingers and smeared the palms of my
hands. This was it do or die.

'You've got a beautiful bum, Joe.' I croaked as I rubbed the firm mounds of
flesh with the flat of my hands kneading and massaging the springy flesh.

'Fancy it, do you?' Joe craned his head for a second and then faced into
the pillow.

'Yeah.' The return of the adolescent squeak.

'I fancy yours as well,' Joe mumbled into the pillow. 'Lover boy,' he added
for good measure.

Sod it, taking my life in my hands I squirted a line of the sun oil the
length of his crack and slipped my fingers between his cheeks oiling and
probing finally prodding at the yielding muscle that guarded his
hole. Later I found that this was called the sphincter but I was picking it
up as I went along.

'You wanna fuck me,' Joe blurted out and it wasn't really a question.

'Yeah.'

'Good,' he sniggered and opened his legs even wider. 'Give me a good oiling
..... sorry, I meant massage,' he chuckled again.

This time I knew exactly where we were going. I oiled between his cheeks
and ever so gently pushed one finger against his resistance and it parted
like it was welcoming me. I grinned like an idiot as I felt him accept my
finger with a pleased little moan and push up onto my slow movements.

'You're hard?' He sounded frightened just a little.

'Dribbling,' I declared proudly.

'Kneel between my legs and and do me,' he whispered and I did just that. My
knees forced his slender legs apart and his slim bum rose as I made a
clumsy stab but penetrated him on the very first go. 'Jeeez, Pete,' he
spasmed and I panicked.

'Sorry, sorry, sorry,' I babbled trying to slip free but he wasn't having
it, he pushed his body up absorbing more of my now painfully hard boy-sex.

'It's alright,' he clamped his bottom. 'A bit of a surprise, that's
all. Take it easy.'

I worked my way in as if he was the most fragile thing of the world instead
of a thirteen year old boy but then my belly lay in the small of his back I
gave a long sigh of relief. My cocklet was still aching but it was
surrounded and clamped by warm living flesh, to coin a phrase, I was over
the moon.

It doesn't feel to bad,' Joe mused clamping and easing his buns on my
spike. 'Do you really love me?' He asked conversationally.

'I've told you I do,' I kissed the back of his neck and tried to get more
of myself into his delicious warmth.

'Prove it then, my Petey boy. Gimme babies.'

I had to think about that one but I got there in the end and started my
first fuck, with my first boyfriend and my first lover, Joe Carlos Juan
Ramirez. To say it was wonderful, terrific, fantastic, whatever would be an
understatement it was sublime, there you go. I pumped into Joe's smooth
springy buttocks and snogged the back of his neck nuzzling at his thick
black horse's man, his pony tail as he called it and freaked out. Here I
was making love to the most beautiful boy on the planet and he was pushing
his soft bum up onto my thrusts and whimpering with pleasure.

'I'm gonna cum, Petey.'

'Don't, please Joe hold it,' I was nearly crying, I so much wanted to
return his love, I wanted that big fat cock of his in me and I wanted him
to feel the pleasure of doing me. Queer, gay, I couldn't give a toss, I
wanted Joe all the way. Suddenly it was on me, I felt the burning at the
base of my cock, my nuts tightened up and then I was throbbing and jerking
my first ever load into another boy's body.

Joe gasped, clamped his bum tightly on my spurting cock and giggled into
the pillow all the time pushing onto my ejaculation. At last it was over,
I'd lost my virginity at the tender age of twelve. Local boy makes good. As
I carefully slipped my limpening cock free from Joe's bum he rolled and
grabbed me.

'Fantastic, great,' he babbled. 'I was scared but it was OK,' he beamed at
me and the next thing I knew his tongue was halfway into my belly, via the
mouth of course. 'You are a randy little rat,' he observed fondly minutes
later.

'I'm bigger than you,' I exclaimed indignantly.

'Not down here,' he grinned and shook his hardness. Jeez, what a sight. The
foreskin had completely disappeared and the thing was at full stretch, his
glans was gleaming and as I watched a thing bead of precum oozed from the
end.

'Joey, Joey,' I held him gently and took his oozing knob into my mouth
tasting that special Joe taste ..... sugar and spice and all things
nice. 'Do me, Joey but don't hurt me with that bloody great thing.'

'Never.'

I've got to drift away for a moment on this one. When I was nine I stayed
with a young friend and his family. They had a pony and from my height it
looked like an elephant. Anyway, I had the offer to ride this thing and I
was determined to do so. I wanted to but I was terrified. Terrified of
making and idiot of myself and terrified of hurting myself ..... that's
exactly what I was going through with Joe. I wanted his fat cock so much
but it was going to hurt. I knew it and I was scared.

'I've read all about this.' Joe murmured as he maneuvered me onto my belly
and parted my legs with loads of kissing and loads of fumbles. I knew what
he was doing and I loved him for it, he hard carte blanche to rip in like a
tiger but he didn't. 'I'll oil you up and ease the muscle and then we'll
try, if it hurts for God's sake tell me.'

'Bank on it,' I wriggled my belly and made myself comfortable. This sounded
like it was going to be sex by numbers but let's get it done, we could get
to the lovey dovey bit later, I was in Joe's hands. I felt the squirt of
the oil between my cheeks and then his gentle hand probing and coating my
crack. As I gradually relaxed I felt his finger prod me and then that oh so
weird sensation of him entering me. So far so good. This was OK, I relaxed
and squeezed my bottom on his slippery finger and then he hit what I call
the buzz spot. 'Jeez, Joe,' I groaned and it wasn't with pain. He was
stroking a bit inside me and I was as hard as a rock again and really
getting into it. 'Go on, try it.'

'Not yet, my man,' Joe chuckled and I felt his finger slip free. This time
the presure was greater and I whinced in pain as he worked two fingers
inside my virgin bum and started the same movement only now with a circular
motion which I assumed would relax the muscle, tenderising as you might
say.

'Joe, I'm so hard,' I whined and pushed up onto his slippery fingers. God,
his fingers were moving faster and digging deeper, I was getting the
fucking without the star player ..... Mr Dick.

'Relax, relax,' Joe soothed me and I felt his knees inside mine, suddenly
his fingers slid free and I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck. I
felt his swollen glans slip across my cheek and slip into my cleft. I
involuntarily clamped but he kept up his kissing and whispered for me to
chill out. How the hell are you to chill out with about a foot of hard boy
cock about to pin you to the bed.

He was there, I felt his bulbous glans press against my sphincter and it
gave. I felt a sudden pain and clutched the pillow as I felt this thing
stretch and open my back door. God it hurt, I felt the tears in my eyes and
my bum felt like it was on fire.

'Aaaaah,' I heard his sigh of pleasure and concentrated on relaxing in
spite of the intense pain but suddenly it stopped and I felt his heat
inside me. 'You are so fuckin' tight,' he mumbled and moved
slightly. Amazingly it felt better, being a brave little soldier I made a
little push up absorbing more of his fat shaft. The pain was there but it
had dulled and I was beginning to get a feeling of ..... I dunno what but
it wasn't bad.

'Jeeez,' I breathed gustily into the pillow.

'You alright?' He asked anxiously and froze.

'Little bit fucked,' I giggled and pushed up again.

'Great,' he slipped out until there was just his knob lodged in me and then
slid back in again but this time deeper, over and over again he did this
until I felt his sweaty belly on my back. I felt so bloated and so fat but
the pain had almost gone, I was just about beginning to enjoy it.

'Come on, Joe,' I muttered impatiently, I was confident enough now to be
bold. 'Fuck me, Joe.'

'Make love to you, you mean,' he laughed and pressed himself against me
tightly completely sheathing his hot meat deep in my gut. Then it started,
he placed his forearms either side of my trunk and then connected just by
his cock and his lips on the back of my neck he began. In the end he was
slapping into me time after time, you must have heard the noise down the
corridor but we like a pair of animals in heat, we didn't care.

'Yes, yes, yes,' he dug into me savagely and I felt his cock seem to swell
even more and then the glorious pulsing as it shot his climax. I wriggled
and giggled like a tart as I felt his warm spurts, the squishiness and the
fluidity as he offloaded what seemed to be a massive cum. I could feel the
warm cream inside me and the sudden easing as he slowly moved in and out on
a coating of his own boy juice. My back passage was full of his still stiff
cock and his slippery spunk. I clamped my bum tightly, I loved it.

'That was so cool,' I craned my head around to kiss him.

'So cool,' he mocked me. 'Peter, that was abso-bloody-lutely wicked.' He
carefully slipped free and I felt the warmth and the spilt juices between
my thighs. A sunny afternoon in Crete and I was a virgin no more.

We rather self conciously did our toilet calls seperately I hasten to add
and we were back to cuddling and generally chilling out, there was stacks
left of the afternoon and neither of us was keen to be out and about. We
were happy to lay in each others arms, we knew our parents were on the
little island and would not be back, we had time in hand.

'I'n not queer you know, Pete,' Joe looked at me and sighed. 'I just like
doing it with you, you're my first you know.'

'Ditto,' I smiled back. 'I did like doing it with you, Joe ...... just
you,'

'Ditto,' he echoed me.

'Apart from oggling that little blonde kid on the quay.'

'Yeah, that's a problem,' he hugged me and looked me in the eyes. 'I can't
help it. I just go around fancying kids. I must be some sort of a perv but
you're my number one.'

'That's OK.' I felt we'd come to some sort of crossroads. If I went all
lovey dovey he'd be doing it behind my back. When we were at home we'd be
at different school and if something or rather somebody came my way I
certainly wouldn't turn it down. 'Capture anything this holiday and we
share.' There you go I'd said it, the marriage had just slipped into a
loose relationship but then again maybe it had just been a lust driven
moment.

'Still love ya,' he grinned. 'You and me, Petey, my man. Anything else,
just icing on the cake.'

'One way of putting it,' I laughed, it was hard staying upset with Joe. Joe
was Joe and I wouldn't change him for the world. Anyway, he was getting
hard again, what a boy.

'Jeez, you are an animal,' I smiled and grabbed his meat. I felt it twitch
in my hand and then I felt his thick warmth begin to harden as I slowly
moved my hand up and down it's mass.

'You'll kill me, Petey,' he groaned and closed his eyes.

This time I was more confident, I grabbed the lotion and squirted some on
my hand.

'Whatcha doing?'

'Hush,' I knelt astride his thighs and worked his penis until it was fully
hard and gleaming in the afternoon sunshine. I moved up until I straddled
his torso and grasping his oiled harndness raised myself and slowly impaled
myself on his fleshy staff. It was easy this time and I groaned with
pleasure as I felt his wam mass part my ring and slide inside my body. I
relaxed with a sigh as I felt his length inside my gut and looked down at
his shocked face. 'I said I loved you.'

'And I love you Peter, forever and ever,' he held my hips and made gentle
up and down motions. 'Gawd, this is the best yet.'  He continued to thrust
upwards as I bobbed up and down on his rigid sex.

I gave him a sexy little grin and slid off and lay on my back.

'Aaaaw, Peter,' he groaned with disappointment. 'You teaser.'

'Not really,' I laughed and raised my knees to my chest, he wasn't the only
one who could look at dirty books.

'Aw, shit,' he laughed and scrambled up with his big cock waving. Kneeling
at my exposed bum he positioned himself and gently thrust in like a hot
knife going into butter.

'Aaaaaah,' I moaned as I felt his organ enter me again and then I clamped
my calves onto his back as I felt his smooth belly come down on my own
stiffy.

'Peter,' he sighed and started to move within me.Moments later he hoiked my
hips into the air and slid the pillow under my middle and started a slow
and gentle fuck, Taking most of it out until just his glans was in me and
then sliding his full length in and he was pressed up against my balls

'Faster, Joe.' I grunted like I was on heat. 'Faster.'

That was it, the fuck began and this time I really let myself go. I didn't
care what he thought, I just wanted his fat cock ploughing into me and look
at his darkly beautiful face scrunched up with effort as he built upto his
second climax. 'Faster, Joe,' I grabbed my spike and furiously started to
wank myself as he rammed and thrust his way to a second spunking ... and it
was all mine.

'Jeeeezus, Peter,' he gasped and rammed into me sweat flying from his face
and I really thought he was going to have a heart attack but I was well
into it. I felt my cum rise at the same time as I felt his cock swell. I
spunked an incredible amount onto his brown chest as I felt his jets and
hot splashes shoot up into my belly.

'Gawd,' I moaned as we rolled sideways and yet he continued to lazily move
in and out of my well and truly cum drenched arse.

'Gawd, indeed,' he grinned as he slid free and we writhed together in a
sweaty and cum stained mess. It was incredibly disgusting. It was great.

More toilet calls and a joint shower later we tottered out of the hotel. We
both had our shorts on, our excuse was that we were going down to the
village. As we sat outside the smaller of the two bar cum cafes a small boy
sat at the next table and nodded at Joe. I raised my eyebrows in a
question.

'The kid who has the room next to you,' Joe whispered. 'The one who saw me
this morning.'

'Oh,' I looked at Joe and grinned. 'He's quite nice.'

'He's only a kid,' Joe hissed. 'He's only about eleven.'

'He's still nice,' I mumbled.

'Hey there,' Joe spoke to the kid. 'You speaka da Engleesh?'

'Better than you do, mate,' the boy laughed and gave us what I considered a
calculating look. 'Kenny from London, he announced with a smile. 'You're
next door to me,' he looked at Joe and then myself and I realised HE KNEW.
The beginning of a beautiful relationship blown just like that, we'd have
to be more cautious in the future and find other places. The kid stood up
and scooted across sitting with us without being asked. He looked a bit
like one of those Kewpie Dolls, a huge baseball hat and trainers which
seemed to swamp his childish feet, all the same he was a good looking lad,
skinny as kids that age are and I idly wondered what his game was.

'I'm Peter and this is Joe, we're from Surrey.'

'Big county,' Kenny sipped his drink.

'Weybridge and Walton.'

'I live in Wandsworth ... not a thousand miles up the A3,' he grinned and
looked directly at Joe. 'It's not your room is it?'

Joe was in shock, so much for Mr Laid Back, the kid had caught him red
handed in a manner of speaking.

'Ah, you mean this morning?' I got in before Joe could cock things up any
more. 'Joe was giving me a early morning call.'

'Of course,' Kenny grinned like a Cheshire cat. He dropped his voice. 'You
were doing well last night, I had to go out early and have a cold swim
around, I was getting all excited.'

I was lost for words as was Joe. This little sod has us by the nuts, we had
to shut him up or even shut him down before he started telling all his
little mates.

'Wrestling,' Joe laughed nervously.

'Harder, Joe, harder,' about two o'clock in the morning. Funny time for a
wrestling match.' Kenny mimiced me and looked at me with a big cheesy grin
on his face. 'Wrestling ...... nah'

'So, what's your problem, kid?' Joe went onto the attack.

'No probs,' Kenny looked at us both. 'You might give me an invite next
time,' his eyes dropped to the table. 'My best mate went back the same time
you got here.'

'You're risking your body and soul,' Joe declared dramatically in a fierce
whisper.

'Risking my hole maybe,' Kenny stood with a huge grin on his face. 'That's
fixed then. See you at the show tonight,' he swilled his can and shot off.

'Looks like we have a bit of childminding to do,' I grinned wanly at my
young lover. 'Two's company, three's a ...........'

'Sweaty night,' Joe completed. 'Nice little bum though,' he looked at the
retreating Kenny as he walked up the dusty path.

'Slut,' I scowled.

'That's me,' Joe grinned. 'That's us I should say.'

'Looks that way,' I laughed. It looked like this particular holiday was
going to turn out fun, complicated fun but there you go.



					TO BE CONTINUED

The second part of this story will be written by Joe and will give his
point of view.

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