A gay adult stories: Holiday sexcapades Pt1; The Belgian Boy by S.J.H.B. ,
So, to set the scene, my first story on here so constructive feedback would be appreciated and if you generally like it there will be more. The first part of the story is true but then my fantasies take over.
Holidays- a time to relax, unwind and do whatever the hell you want so after finishing breakfast following a few hours sleep due to arriving at the holiday resort in the early hours of the morning, all I felt like doing was heading down to the private beach, stripping off and getting some shut-eye. So that’s exactly what I did. The first few hours was spent letting my body soak up the morning sun. To give you an idea, I’m 18 years old, 6”0’ and just under 12 st (about 70kg for those who don’t understand stones, pounds and ounces). I have square shoulders with a muscular torso well defined from being a rugby player. Brown hair brown eyes with a light have of chest hair emerging.
And I wanted to get a good tan so I pulled my swim shorts down at the waist below my boxer line exposing the ‘V’ pointing down towards my currently flaccid member. I toyed the bottom of my shorts up my thighs so if I were stood up, I would be dangling out of the bottom. I was lying on my back on the sun bed next to the sea, tossing and turning from side to side trying to (paradoxically) allow my youthfully smooth skin soak up all the suns heat whilst trying not to get burnt.
I was only then that I saw him stood at the bar in his distinctively red swim shorts at which point he must have felt my eyes burning into his muscled back as he snapped around. It seemed like he was looking directly at me and as I was wearing sunglasses, I held his gaze. He started to walk towards me. Past all the occupied and empty sun beds he came. Each step he took revealed something new about that body I was now mesmerised by.
A little shorter than me at about 5”10, he looked about the same age though his toned abs and stylised stubbly side burns made him look a little older. He continued his confident yet laid back walk that seemed, unintentionally, to show off all his best bits (wait, all his bits were the best bits) though it was obvious to me he knew he was being a tease. As he walked on past me our eyes must have met but only for a split second. I pretended I didn’t see.
He headed over to a different sun bed on the other side of me and as he went away I tossed again so I could watch him from behind and see his thighs and calf’s straining as his arse seemed to strut to and fro as he walked. “Mmmm ‘dat ass” I thought to myself in a weird sore of American accent. Again he must have been psychic as at that moment, he turned to look directly at me and seemed to be checking me out. This time I avoided eye contact by pretending to be asleep. As he headed over to a sunbed a reasonable distance away it looked like he was strutting his stuff consciously now. I was just glad his sunbed wasn’t too far and it was still in line of sight thankfully for me!
As I continued to watch him, as I had done earlier, he tugged down the top and pulled up the bottom of his red swim shorts, exposing just a bit more of his so far godly body. As I lay there visually undressing him, my mind was a blur; had that eye contact meant anything, was he checking me out or thinking what a perv I was, was he teasing me with his cute arse or was I imagining it?
And most importantly would I spend the next weeks’ holiday just gazing at him or grazing ravenously on what he had to offer downstairs. My thoughts wandered as I drifted off to sleep
Suddenly, I woke with a start and as my dream about him came back to me I felt myself becoming hard. To avoid embarrassment, I decided the best thing to do was to get in the water and go for a swim out to one of the pontoons moored just a little way out. As I was getting into the water, I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye. It looked like he had decided to get wet at the same time and was walking where to where I got in. I thought nothing of it and continued my route towards the floating pontoon. I’m not the worlds best swimmer though I like to think of myself quite competent in the water, so after not too long he came past me heading towards the same empty pontoon as I was! This is my lucky day I thought to myself. If only I had known.
As we got towards the steps onto the pontoon he seemed to slow down as if to let me catch up which I did with ease as I was hurrying to get close to his gorgeous arse as he climbed the steps. So there I was, looking up at him dripping wet, lifting himself out of the water. Suddenly he seemed to slip and come crashing down towards me. “Oh shit” I was thinking to myself “he’s going to land on top of me and think I’m weird for being so close!” Then all that went out of the window as he collided with me.
His arse in my lap. Back against my chest. Arms around mine. It felt heavenly. Although only for a split second, it seemed as if his was pressing himself into me, wriggling his arse onto my easily excitable cock. Then his legs wrapped around the outside of mine, squeezing me into him. I could feel the strength, yet subtleness of his muscular frame encompassing me. As we fell further, submerging ourselves totally now, his arms reached around my back and brushed against my arse. Then with a clearly intentional effort he gave both cheeks a perky squeeze. All too soon though my moment of total bliss was over in just a couple of seconds (though it seemed like an age) as we began to untangle ourselves and proceeded to climb out onto the pontoon.
As we both stood there processing what had just happened, he was the first to speak. “Bonjour”
“Bonjour” I replied in French “French?”
“Belgian” came the reply
“You speak English?”
“Yes, a little. Sorry I fell”
“Its no problem” Though what I really wanted to say was ‘No no, please do it again, but naked, in private, oiled up’. My thoughts were running away from me and he could clearly see I was getting distracted as I was letting my eyes wander too. He brushed firmly past me accompanied by a tantalising fondle at the front this time and headed towards the far side of the pontoon. I had to follow him, so I sat down, with my legs and hips firmly pressing against his warm, smooth teenage skin. There was then a bit of small talk and it turns out we were both there with our parents and both 18. As the conversation died, he wordlessly slipped into the water. I was afraid he was going to swim back but what he did next took me completely by surprise; he started loosening the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down with his teeth.
I was suddenly aroused to a whole new level and it was starting to show as he toyed with my rapidly growing cock. Trimmed and well exercised, it can be about 7” along with a reasonable girth and straight as an arrow, It is something anyone should be proud of. And it looked like the Belgian boy was more than satisfied with it as he started to stroke my almost fully erect cock up and down, fondling my balls as he went. As he gradually picked up speed, with hands that seemed to ooze with a flamboyance that demonstrated his well-practiced flair of creating pleasure, he lowered his face towards the base of my shaft and I felt his tongue teasing me underneath.