Holiday with Daddy : (c) Hamilton Joyce. Mm.

God she was getting ugly! I couldn't understand what Harry Fanshaw saw in her: probably his own wife wouldn't give him head or let him shag her arse. Well, at least I'd trained her in that! She was speaking and as usual nowadays I wasn't listening. If we could afford it I would divorce her. There were plenty of grounds. Live the life of a gay bachelor..... no more girls or women for me.No more nagging, manipulation, "head-aches", ugh!  No strings sex with men and boys, that's the ticket! But I'd be poor.... no good, that!

'Sometimes I wonder why I bother. You never listen to me nowadays. I was saying you've got to go now or you'll miss the flight, and have you checked you've got the tickets and passports....'

I tapped my breast pocket. 'Wallet too. Plenty of time if you drive me and we don't have to park at the airport.'

'Where's that boy? Jamie!' she yelled. 'Good thing you're taking the boy this year. It'll slow you down a bit, stop you acting like a teenager! I know you men when you get away from home.'

She looked really sour as she said this. Hypocrite...her lover would be in here as soon as I was out of the way. Well, he was welcome to her fat arse and false teeth. I had plans for more tasty treats!

Jamie appeared with his little bag containing the survival gear of a twelve-year-old boy... mobile phone and laptop. My survival pack consisted of condoms, lube and viagra, all of which would be easier to buy at home than abroad and which were securely packed in my suitcase with some other items, of which more later! 

Jamie looked excited. Luckily he took after me and not his mother and was really a very good-looking boy, tall for his age, blonde and slender. I had never laid hands on him (sexually I mean), but that would change hopefully this holiday; sex education time: by the end of the two weeks he should be a right little raver up for all sorts of fun. 

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The beach hotel was "gay-friendly". I had stayed there once before and found there was an agreeable leavening of young and older gay guys, single and in couples, and none of the usual married hetero pairings. There were no children.... All the guys were there for the same thing (several things in fact). Walter, the reception attendant was still behind his desk this year. He was English (most of the staff were Spanish of course) and ebony black. I had spent a fantastic night in bed with him last year and he greeted me nicely, and I remembered how wonderfully white his teeth are.

Jamie was surprised at the warmth of Walter's welcome and even more so when the big black guy kissed his father on the lips, only a peck, but odd: probably the custom in this country? The guy shook hands and held onto Jamie's hand much longer than usual, but he seemed a nice friendly guy, and Dad clearly liked him. Jamie was half-disappointed he was not greeted with a kiss too: perhaps that was only for grown-ups. He hated it when Aunt Muriel kissed him, but would not have minded..... 

'You're in  beach chalet four this year, sir. It's a bit away from the others and nice and quiet.'

'Discrete, eh, Walter?'

'I think you'll like it.'

Jamie watched as he pirouetted on his heels, light of foot for such a big man, and flounced over to the keyboard. There was something odd about the way the man moved, almost as if he was dancing. Jamie wondered if he was gay, but that seemed unlikely for such an athletic and well-built guy. He did not know much about gays, but knew from play-ground gossip that they kissed other men and imagined they must be "girlie". He discounted the stories about cock-sucking and the rest as most unlikely. Interesting but probably just made up by the older boys.

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The chalet was excellent....room with easy chairs, table and chairs, tv, internet connection. Toilet and shower. Kitchenette. Bedroom.....but only one bed. Jamie looked at it doubtfully: at least it was huge! It would seem strange sleeping in the same bed as his father, and could be awkward as he always got a woodie before going to sleep. 

I have to go into town, Jamie, but I'll leave you by the pool. Don't go to the beach, the sea's a bit dangerous here. But the pool is safe enough. Your mother packed your trunks in the rucksack. Leave the suitcase for later.

They were right at the top of his bag. Jamie looked at them. Blue! 'These are last year's. They're too small.'

I knew that! I had taken his new white ones out that very morning and replaced them with these. Devious! He would be a sensation among the guys in these!

'They'll do!'

Jamie was appalled. The skimpy little speedos hardly hid anything. He looked down and could see the shape of his meat and two veg as clear as if he had been naked. In fact it was almost worse than naked as the tight silk pushed his little balls upwards making them stick out a bit, and they in their turn lifted his cock so its silhouette was clearly outlined. They were so small that you could see a white line across his bottom where this year's trunks had protected from the sun. Even worse, the top of his bum-crease showed. And at the front the bottom of his belly showed, white again, and his fringe of golden curls was only just covered. It was shaming! 

'Oh Dad! I can't....'

'They'll have to do for today.I'll get you another pair in town.'

Most of the sun-loungers were occupied by men, and Jamie blushed at his near-nakedness as he and his father walked round the pool aware that dozens of eyes were following him as he tripped lightly along, his pastel blue speedos setting off his tan so delightfully. Most of the men looked fit, and none were horribly old: they were all tanned and looked all the better for that, Jamie thought. Looking at the near-naked bodies he temporarily forgot his own embarassment 

I stopped by a familiar sun-tanned bear.

'It's Heinrich isn't it? Fancy meeting you again.'

'My dear Jasper. This holiday has looked up already... And who is this young man? Oh yes, I can see he is your son. The same blonde good looks!' Like Walter, he kissed lightly on the lips. Jamie realised it really was the custom in spain for men to kiss when they met. He wondered how old he would have to be before guys greeted him in this way.... not too long to wait he half hoped. 

The bear-like man stood up and shook Jamie's hand. Like Walter he held onto it longer than usual. Jamie just knew he was looking at the boy's crotch, probably laughing to himself that a boy with such a small cock would show it off with tiny speedos. Relly Mummy ought to have packed his proper swimming gear! The guy had those baggy trunks on....much more sensible, especially as you could see he would have a big one down there to match his barrel chest and muscular legs. Jamie surprised himself at wondering how hairy the guy would actually be, he had so much on his chest and shoulders.

'Jamie, I'll leave you here for now and see you back in the chalet at six. If you want to get in the chalet, ask Walter to unlock it for you. Heinrich, perhaps we can have dinner together tonight.'

'I'd like that, Jasper. I'm in room 219. Ring me when you get back and we'll fix it up.'

'Look after Jamie for me, Heinrich.'

His father had quickly winked as he said that. What did that mean? Perhaps a fly or a bit of dust had settled on his eye and it was not a wink at all. Yes, that must be it!

Jamie sat upright on the lounger beside this German guy his Dad obviously had met before.

'Your father and I met here lasst year. We've written to each other since.... well at Christmas only,in fact.'

Jamie had been told not to talk to strangers, but this guy knew his father so that must be all right. Not really a stranger.

Heinrich knew his father all right, and had found his willing arse a delighful fuck several times a year ago! He looked at the boy and could feel his cock stiffening as he knew exactly why Jasper had left the boy with him: that wink had said it all. He wanted him seduced.... or perhaps the father had had his son already and wanted the boy's experience extended? Time would tell which!

Heinrich was a football manager, which interested the boy, and they chatted for about ten minutes.

'Your father and I had a lot of fun together last year. I've got some photographs.... would you like to see them?'

'OK.'

'come with me then.'

This was serious! Jamie did not really know the man, and here he was agreeing to go back to his hotel room. This was just the sort of thing he had so often been warned about at school. "Stranger Danger", a terrifying phrase but vague as to exactly what the danger was. He imagined it would involve mutual masturbation, and really that did not seem too bad. even fondling when the body was as handsome as this guy's, and even perhaps kissing. No! Not kissing! Ugh! Anyway, the guy was nice, and he was a football coach! He followed the guy, and could see that although quite old he was fit and athletic: much more muscular even than his father.(Heinrich was probably about 40, old to a teenager but in his prime for us!). Again eyes followed the boy around the pool.

In the lift Jamie wondered again if this was one of those guys, the ones who "did things" with boys, nameless things still, but perhaps interesting, perhaps even a bit exciting? As he looked at the hairy, muscular frame of the man, he found his cock was getting hard yet again. This was terrible: his speedos so tight and now his cock real hard! He tried to hide it with his hand, but that only served to point it out to Heinrich who pretended not to notice, though by the time they got to room 219 Heinrich was erect too.

He fussed about in the room, opening cupboards and suitcases. 'Damn! I know they are here somewhere.' More searching and then, 'Sorry, Jamie, either I left them in Berlin or I've put them somewhere daft.'

Jamie was having difficulty keeping his cocklet inside his pants now and there was a dark spot in the pale blue silk suggesting the boy was not "dry" even at the tender age of twelve. He had his hand in front of him, trying to hide his shame.

Heinrich put his arm round the boy's shoulder, and felt his cock twitch at the sun-warmed smoothness of his skin. 'Don't worry, Jamie. They have a will of their own, don't they? Mine's the same. feel!'

He grasped the boy's hand and placed it on the crotch of his shorts. Jamie could feel it was hard, and since the guy was holding his cocklet now, he gave way to temptation and grasped that much larger cock through the cotton shorts. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but the man had such a nice smile, was so handsome and tanned, and had such a masculine, hairy, strong body. Under that fur which the boy could feel even through the thick cotton shorts there was a genuine six-pack, a muscular wash-board of a belly. No "beergut" here! And the cock felt nice, too.

'But we both know how to quieten it down, don't we?'

'Mine goes soft again if I rub it....'

Mein Got! This boy had learned how to masturbate, but was probably self-taught, and an innocent little virgin!

'Yes, that's real nice, isn't it? I do it often. You can't go about like that. People would notice, especially in those lovely speedos. Here. I'll fix it for you!'

To the boy's amazement this big man dropped to his knees in front of him and with a hand on each side of the speedos swiftly pulled them down. Even before the boy could move lips were round his knob, hands on his arse pulling him closer, and the cocklet sliding into the man's mouth. Jamie was about to protest, but the feeling of warm wetness and suction was so good his cry was silenced. So those playground stories were true. It was a fact that some men sucked cocks, and judging by the look on this guy's face as his eyes met the boy's enjoyed it too. Why were the boys so against it? It was good! Very good. In fact so good....

He tried to push the man away.

'I'm going to cum. I'm sorry, I can't hold it!'

Surely the guy didn't want him to squirt in his mouth. Perhaps he couldn't hear. Louder then. 'I'm cumming! Jeez! I'm cumming!'

He tried to push him away but Heinrich had a hand on each of the boy's buttock and held him in place as the suction and the movement of his tongue worked its magic. The orgasm was utter, devastating, so intense it nearly hurt, and he felt as if his balls were literally draining through his cock. 

He looked down as the pleasure subsided, and saw Heinrich with a dreamy look on his face.

'Do you smoke.'

'No. I want to be an athlete.'

'I won't either, then. But lay beside me on the bed.'

'That was so... I don't know, so different!' 

He looked at the boy, just as pretty as before their sex, but much less shy now! His cocklet was still hard, five inches and lovely and white, like his buttocks and lower belly. But his knob was pink, and the foreskin had rolled back to expose it completely. Hard still! Oh to be twelve again, Heinrich thought. Thank goodness for viagra... though he had not had a chance to take a pill with this sudden opportunity, and honestly did not need it with this doorway to paradise opening.

'Was it good, though?'

'Better than good, sir.'

'Don't call me sir.... Heinrich. I'm still hard, Jamie.'

'Shall I......?'

The boy was kneeling now, beside the man, and without waiting for an answer he kissed that swollen, almost purple knob. The drop of liquid in its eye was tasteless. He kissed the front of the shaft and then tried to close his lips over the knob. He got it into his mouth, but with some difficulty. The guy had a foreskin, but erect it almost disappeared around the shaft.

'Yes, boy! Like that!' 

Jamie had already learned from his new teacher that what you did was to bob your head up and down so the cock slipped in and out of your mouth. He knew there had to be plenty of saliva and that you could suck at the same time as licking the front of the cock with your tongue. He did all this and improbable as that seemed was sure the man's cock was swelling even larger and harder in his mouth as he sucked. He would have liked a rest as it was stretching his jaw almost painfully, but instead he slipped one hand up under the man's shirt. The guy was indeed lovely and hairy, and his belly hard under that fur and warm skin. The other hand round the back now, fondling the man's arse, crushed between the flesh and the bed by the guy's considerable weight.....hairy too, and with hard muscles. It slipped into the crack of the man's arse.

'Mein got! I'm cumming too, you little angel.' He kept his eyes open with an effort and watched that angelic blonde head and those full red lips, clear blue eyes meeting his with innocent pleasure. He held the head for a moment between his two hands and pumped the first spurt of cream into the boy's virgin mouth.

Jamie gagged. The cum squirted against his palate and then filled his mouth. He was astounded at how much cum there was....he was only producing a dribble as yet compared with this flood. More and more came and the boy swallowed and swallowed. Some leaked down his chin, but he was enjoying this now. The man's pleasure, ecstacy even, the flood of cum, silky and warm, hands on his head and shoulders.....it was all so new and exciting.

The phone rang!

Heinrich got up and answered it. aA he walked to the phone he pulled his shorts up, but Jamie could see the man's cock was nowhere near as hard now as it had been. His own cock always stayed hard at least till he had emptied his balls twice, and he felt a sudden boyish pride that although he might be smaller than this adult, he stayed hard longer!

The conversation was brief, and in German. Heinrich put the phone down.

'I've got to go. There's some business with the team at their hotel. It's a shame because that was so good, and there are other things we can do together as well. But duty calls.... Do you want me to have Walter take you back to your chalet, or if you want to go back to the pool I know Anders is there....he's in my team, and the best striker in our League in my opinion. Nice guy, too.

Jamie pulled his speedos up, and was a picture as he adjusted the lie of his little balls and cocklet inside, one hand reaching down into them.  

'Not much to do in the chalet. I'd like to meet Anders.'

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Back round the pool again, with eyes focussed on the boy as he walked past the sun-loungers, eyes that noted the dark spot on the front of his pretty speedos suggesting that the German bear had been having some fun. Many a cock stiffened at the thought. and Jamie was no longer embarrassed. He had temporarily lost his erection, and in any case had come to a realisation that most,if not all of these guys admired him, even to the point of lusting after him. Coyly he allowed his eyes to meet those of several of the best-looking, and could not miss tents arising in their varied swim-gear.

Anders was laying on a sun-bed, eyes closed, and listening to something on an i-pod or similar: he was claerly and athlete, tall and muscular, but with an appearance of lightness, litheness compared with his heavy-weight manager. It was obvious he had waxed his chest and shoulders as they were smooth, tanned and probably lightly oiled as they seemed to gleam. Now, this guy was not wearing the fashionable knee-length baggy horrors, but tight-fitting swimming truks, not quite speedos, but clean-cut and simple, like his whole body. Jamie could see the outline of his balls and a cock that was behaving itself, limp. Jamie wondered if he had waxed away his pubic hair.... if he had not it would be golden like the hairs on his legs and forearms. He was undoubtedly sexy, and Jamie was becoming sensitised to sexy men. His cock woke up a bit.... not embarassingly but certainly alive!

'Hey Anders!'

'Go away, Heinrich. I'm enjoying a well-earned rest. Feeling lazy....'

'You won't feel sleepy when you see who I've got with me, Anders.'

He opened his eyes and then sat up immediately. Jamie could feel his gaze go from his face down to his speedos and back again to his face. He became aware there was a damp patch at the front of his too-tight pants, a real give-away. Anders was smiling slightly sheepishly but still very attractively. Jamie thought he had lovely white, regular teeth and with his golden tan looked super-fit. He unpugged the earpiece and put the whole lot under his sun-bed.

'This is Jamie. His dad asked me to look after him, but I'm needed back at the team hotel. I hoped you would take over, look after him for me.'

Again that wink! Heinrich gave an even more outrageous wink than his Dad had earlier, and Jamie dimly realised it was a sort of signal......

Still sitting down, Anders held out his hand to shake Jamie's, and the boy noticed that like Walter he held onto it for longer than a guy would at home. Perhaps that was just a different custom in this foreign land. or perhaps.... Again, dimly, the boy realised it meant they fancied him. Well, if that was so that was OK. he could fancy this Anders guy too..... and that Walter, come to that!

'Pull that sun-lounger over for Jamie, Heinrich and get back to your work. I'll look after Jamie!

Heinrich bustled off leaving the two sitting each on his own lounger, looking at each other. The attraction was immediate, and obvious given their tight swim-wear!

'Heinrich says you're the best striker in your League.'

'I score the most goals, but then I play for the best team.'

'You look very fit!'

'We all have to be nowadays, footballers. Once they used to smoke and drink and all that, but you wouldn't last a month like that now.'

'I want to be fit and athletic when I grow up.'

'You can start now, but no weight training or anything that can damage you while you're growing. Press-ups and pull-ups for the arms and shoulders, and lots of toe-touching for the belly muscles. That and running for the legs. Some boys make the mistake of developing their arms and shoulders toomuch and their lower bodies not enough. You need to keep the body in good proportions.'

'Yours is well-proportioned, Anders. 'The boy, probably without knowing it, smiled coyly, and very, very sexily.

'And so is yours, young man. Very handsome.'

Anders meant "pretty", but knew the boy would rather be called "handsome". 

In fact Jamie was mostly pleased with being called "young man". He knew he was still a boy, and a young one at that, but felt what he had done with Heinrich, being sucked off and sucking that fine cock till it spurted hot creamy cum which he had swallowed, felt all that was the beginning of learning what it was to be a man and not a boy.

'Heinrich is ever so hairy. You're very smooth....'

'I have my hair waxed away. I like it that way.'

'So do I. I mean I like you that way. Though I like hairy too. I think I'll stay smooth!'

'Few years yet before you have to decide. Meanwhile you look great!'

I want to ask you if you have it all waxed away. I mean round here too....' The boy touched his own groin, and his eyelids fluttered in what in a girl would be reckoned a "come-on" gesture, though probably for a nearly innocent boy it was instinctive.

Whether deliberate or not it was incredibly sexy and Anders was close to thinking that this boy would be worth the risk, especially as that wink suggested Heinrich had already had him.

'You want to know, Jamie?'

'If that's not being rude,,,,,'

'Perhaps I should show you?'

'People are looking at us.....'

'I'll show you in my chalet. It's the last one, nearest the beach. And you can show me whether you have any hair there yet.'

'Oh! I have!'

'Great! And we can get a drink. It's hot here.'

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Envious glances followed the couple as they went round two sides of the pool towards the path through the woods. Jamie was well aware he was a centre of male attention, but was comfortable with that now, even willing to catch the eye of some of the more handsome admirers as he sashayed around their loungers.

Inside the chalet both kicked their sandals off and Anders gestured towards the bed, a king-size. 'More comfortable than those chairs! 

By now the boy knew, or half-hoped he was going to have some more man-and-boy fun. His heart beat and felt tight, and his cocklet was desperately tring to escape from his speedos. He might have been embarassed except that Anders as well had a hard on, and you could see the shape of his shaft and knob clearly diagonal across the base of his stomach the knob threatening any moment to escape out of the top of the white silk trunks. Jamie suddenly thought they looked like the sort that became nearly see-through when wet. Lovely!

'Diet coke?'

'Please.'

'Me too.' They drank from the cans side-by-side propped against pillows.

Now I'll show you.'

Thumbs under the waistband he eased the trunks down and his cock sprang clear. He was hairy there, but it had been trimmed so it was short and golden, as tidy as the rest of a near-perfect male body. Almost as interesting to the boy as that neat, scupted pubic hair was the guy's knob. He was circumcised. Jamie had never seen a cut cock beore, even in the school showers. All the boys nowadays were un-cut, like Jamie himself. He thought that clean, simple, straight shaft and the pink knob uncluttered, as it were, was so very elegant, like Anders' whole body. He was unaware that he licked his lips, though Anders saw that, with amusement and satisfaction.

Laying on the crisp white sheets of the bed the boy's golden-tanned body was so beautiful: and it looked as if he would have those tan-lines Anders found so very sexy, that cute triangle of white across the buttocks. 

'Now yours, Jamie.....'

Jamie had learned just today the effect his body had on men, and savoured the moment as he slowly drew his speedos down over his thighs. His little cock was erect again, and there was a moment of special delight for Anders when the boy bent forward to slip the trunks off over his feet, his buttocks nicely rounded in that fleeting moment. Two questions in Anders' mind were instantly answered....the boy would have tan-lines across his bottom, a target for male lust, and he did have a tiny triangle of golden curls at the base of that tanned belly. 

Anders lay on the bed beside the boy, who after his initiation by Heinrich was not at all surprised when strong arm enfolded him and demanding lips met his. They writhed together as they kissed, tongues in mouths, hands wandering across flesh, cocks hard-pressed against each other. Jamie knew what Andwers would do next and as expected the man kissed nipples, making the little nubs stand as erect as that cocklet, then down to the belly button, licking right inside it, a prelude to deeper penetrations elsewhere! Jamie giggled.

'That tickles! It's nice though.'

The boy had just discovered another erotic trigger, and was soon to find out yet more about his body's capacity for experiencing pleasure.

But first it was the expected warmth and wetness of the man's mouth on his cock.

Anders could get the whole length easily into his mouth. He reckoned it would be about five inches, and a perfect dream of a cock for sucking and kissing. Down now to the boy's still-tiny balls inside their tight, nearly hairless sack. Now that was worth a lick and a nibble.

The boy was silent, but was running his hands through Anders' hair, and sometimes feeling the athlete's strong shoulders or stroking his smooth skin. 

'Lay on your belly.'

Yes, there was that pretty triangle of still-white skin, contrasting so beautifully with the deep tan of the boy's back and thighs. Anders pulled his body upwards a bit and slipped a pillow under his belly so now the buttocks jutted out nicely. He parted them a hand on each cheek, and there was the boy's so-secret place, pinkish-brown, tight closed and with little creases like some strange petalled flower. A hairless arsehole to lick and kiss! Bliss! He lay between the boys legs and planted a wet kiss on the centre of the boy's sexuality. His tongue now, licking and probing.

More giggles. 'That tickles too! But it feels nice. Oooh!'

The last squeak of pleasure was as Anders' tongue penetrated fully, and Anders could feel the boy pushing back on him so another centimetre could be won.

He played with the boy's arse, stroking and squeezing still-rounded buttocks and licking in and out, round and round. But it was time for more anal eductation for the boy.... who was quite clearly still a virgin. So he turned the boy onto his side facing him and kissed him again.

The lube was under the pillow, and Anders was able to squirt some between the boy's buttocka s they lay embracing, his fingers now sliding inside the crease, pausing at the anus and applying a light pressure each time. 

The boy wriggled in pleasure. 

Time to penetrate! One  oily finger slid into the boy's bottom, and again that "Ooooh!"

Quickly now, he found the prostate, small though it was, and pressed, relaxed, pressed relaxed. More "Ooohs!"

These were silenced as they kissed again, fingers active below, tongues above.

'Is that nice?'

'Oh yes. I never knew you could feel anything up there....'

Two fingers now. the boy semed very relaxed.

'Heinrich didn't fuck you then?'

'No. I think he was going to but the phone rang......'

'Bad luck. You missed a treat, but I'll make up for it....'

'I want to. But I'm a bit scared....'

'I'll be gentle. You may not like the first few minutes, but you soon will. I know.'

'Do you like it now?'

'Not half! Now lay on your side and I'll snuggle up behind you.'

As they lay on the bed he had one arm under the boy and was holding his cock and nuts all together in that fist. The other was over his shoulder, and caressing his nipples. Jamie could feel his cock-head pressing between the cheeks of my bottom and wriggled a bit so it was exactly over his arse-hole. The pressure there was very sexy. The boy must have been wide open from the rimming and finger-fucking because his knob just slipped in as easy as anything. There was a slight discomfort as arse was stretched, but not what you would call real pain.

'OK?'

'Hurts a bit, but it's OK.'

'I'll start gentle then....'

Jamie felt the cock slide right in till Anders' thighs were against his bum, and then pull out a few inches. In again, and they were fucking. Gradually the residual discomfort vanished and it began to feel good. He was wanking the boy's cock at the same time as he fucked him, using the free hand that had been playing with his nipples. The other arm was now pulled from under and was stroking neck and shoulders.

'It's nice now. I think it's rubbing that place you found with your fingers..... As fast as you want now!'

He must have been holding back because he was able to speed up a lot, and his hand just flew up and down tge boy's shaft. A feeling was spreading from his arse to his balls, to his cock. It was great!

'I'm going to cum!'

'Cum, Jamie.'

The boy was panting and squeaking, and then that busy fist was bathed in boy-juice. 

'Me too!' And with a dozen massive thrusts a load of German cum was pumped into the English boy's virgin pussy. Sex knows no frontiers!

After they had cleaned up on a beach towel Anders said he was going back to the pool. Would Jamie like to come with him?

'I'd rather go back to my chalet if that's all right. but I need to find Walter as my Dad has the key,

'I'll phone Walter and get him to come over with his keys.'

'Thanks.'

The boy listened to one half of the conversation. Anders was saying nice things about him!

'He'll be round in ten minutes.'

'We'd better get our trunks on.' 

'Walter won't mind!'

'I still think we should.'

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Walter held Jamie's hand as they strolled away from the chalet.

'Your uniform is dead sexy!'

It was in the same pastel blue as Jamie's speedos, a tight satin jacket that was open to show his muscular black chest, smooth and shining as if lightly oiled. Tight satin hot-pants that disguised nothing of his cock and balls, outlined so clearly, and showed off his tiny, hard bum to perfection.

'I designed it myself! The guys like it.... You see that path into the woods over there?'

'By the big tree?'

'That's it. Sometimes guys go in there for sex. Want to see if anything's going on in there?'

'OK.' 

The path seemed to wander about in a random fashion, but they were gradually getting deeper into the woods. The sandy trail was now only wide enough for one so Jamie walked behind Walter, giving him a chance to admire the guy's figure, triangular back with those broad shoulders, and a tiny little bum, moving sexily under skin-tight shorts. The boy had a hard-on, but he was so used to that today, which had been sex, sex, and still more sex, that he hardly noticed. At last Walter stopped and listened. There were rustling noises off left, down a narrow side path. They took this, and when it opened up into a sandy clearing he took the boy's hand again. In dappled sunlight a few yards away a man was standing, dark-haired and Latino looking..... stark naked and slowly jerking his cock. Jamie's eyes focused on that cock, long and slender, and darker even than the guy's all-over tan. He was smiling, and like Anders had perfect white teeth: his moustache was as black as his hair, and looked neat and trimmed. His body was completely hairless, including his belly, balls and cock. Jamie thought that with his muscular build, he looked dead sexy!

Walter said 'Hi' and got a 'Hi' back.

The two walked over to the guy, and still holding Jamie's hand as if afraid he might run away, Walter kissed the stranger full on his mouth, a long, lingering, lover's kiss. As they embraced the guy put his hands inside the waistband of Walter's blue satin uniform and pushed the shorts down. He was naked beneath, and  Jamie saw he had a lovely cock....broad, long, strong looking veins, and a helmet much wider even than the shaft, and a deep purple colour. The shaft was a black as Walter's bum.

The men were still kissing as first Walter and then the two of them gently forced the boy to his knees onto the warm, soft sand.

Now he had two erect cocks inches from his face. He knew from his interrupted session with Heinrich what came next, and he chose the ebony cock to slip into his mouth, while the latino still slowly jerked his own cock. Jamie held onto Walter's buttocks while he licked, sucked, nibbled balls, caressed and generally treated him to the best a guy can get from a willing boy. 

After a bit Walter pulled his cock from the boy's mouth.... in a way welcome to Jamie as it had stretched his jaws.... and pushed the boy's head onto that other, white cock. This one too, was cut, and Jamie could taste pre-cum. The guy had probably been waiting and wanking a long time.

It had been worth the wait, though. He looked down at Walter's little plaything and saw the boy's hard cock had escaped from the top of his too-tight speedos, the little pink knob peeping out almost shyly. He was close to coming, had been edging for half and hour or so hoping someone would come and share with him. But this, a pretty little lad, and so willing was beyond hope and expectation. he caressed the boy's sun-tanned shoulders, marvelling at the silky smooth skin.

Walter wanted it back! He held Jamie's head a moment and directed his mouth back onto the purple knob. Jamie took it in his mouth, but also took over the wanking-duties for the other guy, rubbing his hand up and down that straight, slim shaft. The guy's balls were smooth and shiny, and while still masturbating his cock, Jamie held them, feeling their weight. Now his little hand went under and behind the guy seeking out his bottom, resting in the crack, and finally tap-tapping on the guy's anus. This was too much for the over-excited guy who came a great squirt of cum over the bridge of Jamie's nose and into his hair. Jamie tried to release Walter's cock so he could get the second spurt in his mouth, but Walter would have none of that! He was coming too, and he held Jamie's mouth in place while he shot a hot, creamy load into the boy's mouth. More experienced now, Jamie managed to keep it all, and two further gushers in his mouth, swallowing the lot. More spunk spurted over him from th other guy.

There were no words, no thanks, nothing. The guy just turned round and walked over to his heap of clothes and started to dress. Walter pulled his shorts up and holding Jamie's hand again, led him away.

'Most guys in the woods don't want to chat. Just cum and go. That's how it always is there.

They had to walk round two sides of the pool to get to Jamie's chalet, and the boy was even more aware of eyes following him, and plenty of amused smiles, but also hard cocks. What he did not realise was that although he had managed to push his cock back into the speedos, his erection was obvious: worse, he had a great wet patch at the back of his speedos, dark blue where Anders' spunk had dribbled from his arse: worse still he had a little dribble of spunk down the back of his thigh, gleaming white in the sun and clear against his tanned skin: and worst of all, although he had wiped his face with his forearm there were still two strands of thick cum across his wavy blonde hair. It was clear he had been shagged in the arse and in the mouth, though not that he had swallowed! No wonder there was interest and hard cocks!

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In the chalet finally, 'You can stay if you want, Walter. Dad won't be back till six, and I thought it would be nice to have some more. I mean there's a nice bed, and it would be nice if you would....' But the boy was suddenly shy and could not say it.

Walter helped out. 'I'd love to fuck you, Jamie, but I'm due back at Reception long ago and have to go. Sorry. I really am.'

'I am too. I'd like you to fuck me....'

'Day off Sunday, tomorrow. I expect your Dad will go to the beach as usual. We can spend as long as we like in that bed. How about it?'

So that was arranged. 

Jamie looked at himself in the mirror and was appalled at the state of his hair, his speedos, his dribbled thigh. So he took a shower, and as you would expect practised a bit with two soapy fingers up his arse, though it was not as good as Anders' cock, or even Anders' fingers. He was still hard as he dried himself, and used the hair-drier, but decided to unpack before jerking off.

His shabby old rucksack only took a moment or two, but he expected the new suitcase to be a longer job, and his father would want him to stow the clothes neatly away. He opned the case in the middle of the room and looked at the contents in amazement. They were girl's clothes. He picked up a pastel blue and white satin basque and held it up: it was tiny! Who were these for? There were stockings still in their packets, panties, brassieres, suspender belts, and further down the case denim shorts, dresses, delicate shoes.... all for someone no bigger than himself. 

Had the suitcases got switched on the plane? Must be that.

But a bit deeper down in the case he found his Dr Who book....he had asked Daddy to pack it in case it rained. It WAS his case, and he suddenly realised these pretties were probably for him. He lifted a flimsy nylon confection from the case. It still had it's price label on. Jeez! It was expensive. Naked he held them against his body. The nylon looked good. Felt good! On an impulse he stepped into them and drew them up over his thighs till they cradled his cock and balls. Now he looked in the long mirror. The panties were black but the front panel was nearly transparent and you could see his cock and little plums almost clearly. He turned and looked over his shoulder....black shiny satin was tight across his bottom. He felt the texture with both hands slipping over it, and as he looked at his bum he understood why men wanted him, wanted his arse. It was sexy in the same way he had earlier found Walter's bottom sexy. He decided he would jerk off wearing them: his cock was so hard and throbbing it was almost painful and his balls were aching. He was about to go into the bedroom when he heard a key in the door. He froze in panic.

Daddy walked in.

But instead of laughing, shouting, or doing any of the things the boy dreaded, he simply said, 'Now that's a beautiful sight', picked the boy up, and took him to the bed where he laid him on it.

Jamie watched his Daddy kick off sandals and quickly strip to the waist..... he had that mat of black chest hair that Jamie had so often admired. Now the shorts.... nothing beneath them.... an erect cock and more, much more hair. Seconds later Daddy was on the bed too, and Jamie was in his arms.

The kiss was a lover's kiss, Jamie knew that for sure. And his Daddy was feeling his son's bottom cheeks while they embraced, and now a hand between them grasped the boy's cock through the flimsy nylon. 

The kiss went on and on, and Jamie could feel his father's cock straining against naked flesh, hot, hard, masculine.

At last Daddy came up for air and Jamie stuttered, 'Daddy, I've wanted this so much.'

'And so have I, Jamie.' 

His lips now on the boy's left nipple, nibbling, licking, sucking. Nicely erect he moved to the other nipple and titillated that too. The boy was in ecstasy. More so even when with pursed tongue daddy licked down over his tanned chest, circled his belly button, and then nuzzled the nylon panties covering his cock, rubbing with nose and cheek. Now he took the cock, nylon as well in his mouth as if sucking a melon-slice.

'Oh, Daddy, that's lovely!'

This was just as it had been planned. Once his wife (bitch!) had landed him with the boy for a week, intending to keep him out of trouble with any of the local whores, he knew he was half way to his greatest desire. He had wanted sex with the boy for months, watching him become prettier and prettier, knowing that the sex drive is massively strong at twelve and thirteen, but not daring to express his need when there would be real trouble if the boy protested. Here, in another country, even if Jamie had complained there was plenty of time to convert him from victim to willing partner. As it was, however, it seemed the boy was very eager to make love. He could have been having him for months if only he had dared. No good crying over lost time though: make the most of the moment, the week, and the months of secret pleasures ahead!

He pulled the boy's knickers down and anchored them under his little balls, making those pretty plums stand proud. The boy's cock was hard, and it's straight, very white and nearly translucent shaft was so inviting, the pink helmet so pretty, he felt a great tenderness for his son as he took the knob into his mouth.

Jamie sighed, and his legs opened slightly, relaxed.

Now the whole shaft swallowed, and sucked, licked, in-and-out. 

Jamie was lost in pleasure, his hands in his father;s cropped hair, holding his head as he bobbed up and down. In moments the boy was cumming, a squirt of boy-juice into the waiting mouth.

Moments later they were kissing again, and Jamie could taste spunk.... his own! ... as his Daddy penetrated mouth with tongue.

'Can I suck you now, please, Daddy?'

'Later. i want to fuck you first.'

'Ooooh! Please.....'

This was beyond hope! Please even!

The boy knelt even without being asked and wriggled his bottom suggestively. God! It was gorgeous! Bitch Muriel had never had a bum as appetising as that, even when they had first married. And now it was grotesquely fat. What on earth did that prat her lover see in her? The black satin was stretched across Jamie's bum, and his father caressed with both hands. This was the longed-for moment. It was so pretty it seemed a shame to remove the flimsy knickers. He slipped a hand inside the elasticated legs.... if he were to pull hard he could rip them, and have the added pleasure of fucking the boy with nylon over his butt. Then he remembered how much the lingerie cost, and in any case he wanted to see the boy in these again, so he pulled the panties down, and Jamie lifted first one leg and then the other so they could be removed completely.

Naked now, that bum wriggled, eager it seemed. Arse cheeks spread with both hands, the hitherto unseen arsehole invited a kiss. Pinkish-brown, little creases like petals, firm-closed, hairless, and above all so sexy! He knelt closer, leaned over and planted a wet kiss right on it, his tongue immediately licking and then penetrating.

'Ooh! Daddy! That's nice!'

As if to emphasise this the boy pushed his bum backwards, and tongue penetrated a further quarter inch. Jasper had always loved rimming, much more than sucking female pussy. He wondered if he had always been gay, and was that why he now detested Muriel. No! He remembered girls he had lusted after! But this boy was a first, and had been so desired for long months. Not long now....

But he would need to prepare him! The lube, a new tube, was by the bed. He pump-actioned a couple of blobs onto that pink flower, and stroked it in with his index finger, finally penetrating.

'There's a special place, Daddy....'

The boy was no longer as innocent as he looked. Jasper smiled.

'Just here, Jamie?' He had found the boy's prostate and was pressing it.

'Oooh! That's lovely.....'

Two fingers now, and a real p-spot masage for the boy, who seemed completely relaxed. Heinrich presumably had done a good job on him!

'Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?'

As answer, Jasper annointed his cock with a blob of lube, spread it, and placed his knob against that inviting anus. A gentle push and the knob almost popped in. He felt the boy flinch, but there were no protests, so he slowly allowed his shaft to penetrate, inch by slow inch, till his hairy pubes rested on the boy's silky bum. He felt the boy's anus suddenly constrict gripping his cock powerfully, so he rested with his weapon deep inside the boy: the boy was not protesting so it was an involuntary contraction. Sure enough, it passed and slowly he drew his cock out as far as the knob, only to push it in again.  

'OK?'

'Mmmm. It's nice. you can do me harder than that if you want.....'

'Invited, Jasper started to fuck properly, and feeling under the boy found that cocklet was still hard: so he was enjoying it. A week of pleasures now beckoned! Encouraged and excited by that prospect he fucked harder and faster, still holding the boy's cock. But his hand was pushed away and he felt the boy jerking his cock in time with the thrust's of his parent's cock. He held the boy's balls instead, and used them to steer the boy, as it were, guiding him a bit forward and a bit back with every thrust. His hand now closed over the boy's, and the slippery feel of cum as the boy spunked over his father's fist.

This was another moment long dreamed of, and the fulfillment of that secret ambition was so exciting his father could stop himself no longer and pumped spurt after spurt into Jamie.

Tenderly he stroked the boy's buttocks, almost as satin-smooth as those black panties had been, letting his cock rest inside as it twitched and probably still oozed cum. Then the boy's anus expelled it with a fart.

They both giggled.

'Sorry, Daddy. It just did it!.'

'I loved that! The fuck I mean.'

'Me too. I've wanted you to do it to me for so long...'

'We'll do it a lot more now, but we'd better shower.'

'Ooh! I've cum all over the sheets!'

'Good. Next time, in my mouth you rascal!' He kissed him. 'Did Heinrich fuck you today?'

Jamie thought for a moment. should he tell his Daddy? But he realised that was what Daddy wanted, and what that huge wink had meant. His Daddy had wanted him fucked, so he would be ready for his Daddy!

'No. He would have done but the phone rang and he had to go. But he came in my mouth. A man called Anders fucked me, and Walter and another man had my mouth as well.'

'A busy day, and not ended yet. shower!'

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'You didn't finish unpacking. Never mind! It'll be easier to sort out what you want as a starter today.....'

The suitcase gave up its secrets and soon the boy was transformed in seamed stockings up to his crotch, suspender belt and skimpy open-crotch knickers, all in that favourite pastel blue satin and see-thru nylon with white lace trim. Jamie giggled when the slightly padded matching bra was fixed with the clasp behind him. Daddy looked at hmi, and he looked at himself in the mirror. there was a long silence.

Finally, 'Jeez I look horny, dead sexy!'

'You certainly do. Daddy's little girlie-boy....'

'I like that. Daddy's little girlie boy...' He was silent for a moment, pensive. 'Would you call me Janice, Daddy? But only when I'm dressed up. Please...'

'Now, Janice, let's find a nice dress for tonight. We're meeting Heinrich in the hotel disco, and you want to look sexy for him.'

It was a simple cross-over white dress, mid-calf length to show off his slender, smooth legs, and designed so it hid the bra-straps. It took some time to paint his finger nails with a pink varnish, and then his Daddy carefully applied matching lipstick with a sort of pencil.

'It's non-smudge; it'll stay on till you remove it with one of these.'  He threw a packet of wipes onto the side of the wash-basin. 'I'd like to paint your toe-nails too, but we'd have to take your stockings off, of course.'

'Oh.Please Daddy. The same pink. Please.'

Jasper knelt in front of the boy and unclasped the suspender-belt, slowly easing the glossy stockings down, and if, now the hem of the dress was held up by the boy, he had a little cuddle and nuzzled the hard cocklet in its satin nest..... well who would blame him? It was equally amusing to put the nylons on the boy again, and smooth his dress down: though there was a tell-tale bulge in its svelt line letting out the secret of his excitement.

'See if you can manage these.They are your size, but might be awkward.'

Last out of the case was a pair of silver high-heels, with strappy uppers. Surprisingly, Jamie (Janice now in appearance) seemed to have a natural ability to walk in them.

'They make my ankles and legs look real sexy, and they are comfortable really....'

I think you'd better wear trainers to walk over to the main hotel, but we can leave them at reception and you can wear these in the club. I bought you some pink, girlie ones just in case. You look fantastic. I'm glad you've let your hair grow a bit long. It looks quite feminine. Here, kiss me, and then I'll have to dress myself. Heinrich is expecting to meet us at eight.'

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The hotel club was a bit old-fashioned, with tables all round a small dance-floor, and waiters serving food and drinks while diners watched the dancing.

Nearly all were boys or young men, with a scattering of oldies. all looked fit, handsome and well-turned-out. There were two other girls.

'They are trannies,' Heinrich explained, 'That dark-haired one is a guest I think, but the blonde is an employee.' He didn't add that she was a whore, with a willing mouth and arse, and that both himself and Janice's Daddy had sampled her.

'They look just like girls, women really.'

'As you do, my angel! Do you think you can dance in those sexy slippers?'

'Oh, please, Heinrich. I'd love too.'

A waiter cleared the debris of their meal and refreshed their dinks, while Jasper watched his little darling dancing cheek-to-chest with her burly  partner. Like several other (male-male) couples on the floor for this slow blues, there was a certain amount of sexual fondling!

When a faster, real old-stle r-n-r number started the two returned to the table.

'I fancy a smoke....'

'Me too. Have to be outside though.New rules here.'

'I've got s spliff....'

'I certainly fancy a smoke then. Let's step over to the pool....'

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It was a balmy night, and there were moths around the pools of light from the occasional lights along the path. The air was full of the sound of cicadas and the scent of evening-blooming flowers.

The three sat on a lounger side-by-side, Janice between the two men. The spliff was passed from hand to hand. Janice (as Jamie) had often smoked cigarettes, stolen frrom a compliant Daddy who could refuse nothing to the idol of his life. But she had never tried pot....and she liked it. The feeling of light-headed pleasure and relaxation was so pleasant. There were hands now on each knee, creeping up towards the inch above her stocking tops, stroking the silky flesh there, and venturing further north to stroke the satin of her panties' crotch and the treasures within. She found she was opening her legs instinctively, inviting more caresses. 

Heinrich kissed her and held her cocklet, his hand inside her knickers now.

'I wanted so much to fuck you this morning....'

'Do me now, then, Heinrich.'

'You have some lube, Jasper? Good! Let's spit roast this girlie!'

Jamie found he rather liked being called a girlie, or perhaps he was just intoxicated by the feeling of being admired, wanted by two hunky men, one of them his beloved father. He felt relaxed, and scarcely knew what was going on as they arranged him to their liking for the sex-session. Still light-headed and feeling remote from the spliff, he found he was bent over in front of his Daddy who was sitting on the edge of a lounger. His head was in Daddy's lap, but his arms around Daddy to support himself. He could feel the lumpiness in Daddy's trousers, and even better the sound of a zip, and then Daddy's cock naked and pressed against his nose and forehead. He lifted his head and could see it, or at least its shape in the light of a half-moon and the distant lamps along the path. With the help of the cannabis it looked even more masculine and sexy than it had on the bed earlier and with a feeling almost of reverence, a holy act of worship, he took it in his mouth. That familiar sigh of pleasure and satisfaction as his tongue flickered up and down the shaft.....

Meanwhile Heinrich was behind Janice, pulling the hem of her dress up to her waist and kissing the satin-clad cheeks of her bottom before pulling knickers down and slipping one high-heeled foot through them. She felt him pull her legs apart, and then the now-familiar sensation of oily fingers in her bottom crease, and then inside her, opening her.

Heinrich was murmuring 'Delightful! Beautiful!' as indeed she was, bottom looking almost the colour of an Indian maid in the moonlight, framed by the lacy straps of supender belt. 

She abandoned the cock a moment. 'Now! Do me now! I want it! Please....' but the cock was too appetising and it was soon back in her mouth.

In this position knob slid easily in, followed by the whole shaft till Heinrich's hairy thisghs touched her smooth bum. He rested a moment, and then started to shag her. Her Daddy was moving his hips up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth so she just had to hang on tight, not moving her head as thighs crashed into her arse. 

So this was "Spit-roast". It was good, and she wanted more.

Daddy was the first to come, and the first spurt filled her mouth. She was clumsy and the cock slipped out of her lips just as his second squirt was building. The top of the white streamer flashed past her face and landed on her shoulders and back before the end of it splattered over her face. She giggled and managed to get the cock back into her mouth to catch the third spurt.

Heinrich saw his buddy's come fly and it reminded him of times he had shagged Jasper, his old friend laying on his back and jerking off as he enjoyed Heinrich's cock up him. Heinrich was coming now, and with a series of deep, powerful thrusts filled the girlie-boy's bum with hot spunk.

Finally they disentangled themselves and sat in a row on the lounger all three smoking ordinary cigarettes. 

Janice wanted to go to bed. 'It was lovely, but I've had so much today I just want to go to bed.'

'Will you be at the pool torrow?'

'In the afternoon perhaps.'

'In your nice blue speedos I hope....'

Jasper interrupted. 'I'm supposed to get Jamie a larger pair...'

'Oh no Daddy! I like the ones I've got. Do you think it would be all right for me to leave the varnish on my fingers and toes for the pool?'

'Yes, sweetie. And the lipstick. The guys will love it.'

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Heinrich made his way back to the hotel while the couple hand-in-hand walked though the trees, singing with cicadas and dappled with moon shadows. It was magical, and they were silent, feeling very close.

Jasper found he was thinking about Carlos, the latino boy he had met on the beach. It had been so good laying on his belly on the hot sand and feeling the lad's weight on his back, the boy's cock deep inside his arse slowly fucking, whispering emdearments in Spanish, and finally the crescendo of hard, violent thrusts as he came. And then it had been his turn, the boy on his back legs high over Jasper's shoulders, smiling as his arse was treated to his new friend's cock. they had swum together, kicked a football about with some other naked guys, and then shagged each other a second time. They had a date to meeet again in the morning. Jasper thought the Cialis might be wearing off, and he had better have some viagra, what with Carlos all morning and Jamie all evening.....the afternoon was the bloody Conference, the excuse for all this fun.

Jamie, too, was thinking about what he had learned today, and regretting having missed months and years of the sort of pleasure Heinrich, Anders, Walter, that guy in the trees, and of course Daddy had given him. He re-cycled the day through his memory, counting the cocks he had sucked and the fucks. It was enough for one day! He shifted the high-heeled shoes he was carrying to his other hand, and walked beside his Daddy his arm round Daddy's waist.

Just before they had gone out earlier Jasper had laid a nightie out on the sheets, a surprise for his son.

The frilly black nylon stood out against the white sheets, and the little girlie-boy rushed over to it and held it against his cheek.

'It's lovely Daddy!'

'We need to shower first, then you can try it on.'

Daddy helped him to take off the dress and lingerie, and they hung the dress in the wardrobe alongside three others and folded the lingerie neatly into a drawer.

Daddy got hard again in the shower, soaping his little angel's arse and balls but Jamie had had enough: 'Please, Daddy, let's do it in the morning. I've had so much today and I'm really tired.'

'My little sweetie.'

He kissed the boy chastely on his forehead.

The night-dress was beautiful, reaching only to the boy's bottom, and see-thru despite the two layers of nylon. Jamie giggled as he pulled the accompanying knickers up. They were full and frilly but had an open crotch and his cocklet and balls peeped through. He looked in the mirror and saw his anus was uncovered as well. Sexy and sensible, he thought.

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When Jamie woke it was pitch dark as the moon had set. He had been dreaming that Daddy was cuddling him and fucking him, and when he woke up he found his dream was true. His Daddy had arms around him, and was gently fucking him as they both lay on their side. It was nice to feel those strong arms and Daddy's hard body pressed against him, and above all the steady rhythm of the cock as it slid in and out. Jamie was about to say how good it was, but realised at the last moment that his Daddy would probably really enjoy fucking an apparently sleeping boy, so he just lay silent and enjoyed it.  His Daddy came deep inside him, but quietly, and they went to sleep cuddling, that cock still inside for a minute or two.

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'Where are you going today Daddy?'

Sex had given the boy and appetite and the two of them had eaten lots of cheese, ham and bread, with cocoa for Jamie and coffee for Jasper.

'The beach in the morning. There's a young man called Carlos....'

'Do you fuck him?'

Jamie made another open-sandwich and attacked it eagerly.

'Yes, and he does me too. What are you doing?'

'Walter's coming here in the morning, and after lunch I think I'll go to the pool. Do you think it will be ok to leave my nail varnish and lipstick on there?'

'The guys will love it, sweetie! I've got a Conference session in the afternoon. Boring. But we can dress up and get a taxi into town in the evening. There's a gay and transexual club you will like when you're Janice.'

'Cool!'

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walter was early, but Jamie had enough time to shower, douche, brush his hair, re-do his lipstick, put on the nightie and knickers again, and also those lovely high heels. Now he was half boy and half girlie and wholly delightful. Lucky Walter!

Walter walked in through the chalet's open door and saw a vision of boy-girl beauty. Jamie was at the sink rinsing the breakfast dishes: he turned round and looked incongruous, sexy attire and too-big bright yellow rubber gloves, He pulled the gloves off and wiped his hands on a tea-towel: as he walked towards Walter the wide grin on his face showed how pleased he was to see him. Walter was not in his sexy satin hotel uniform today, but looked almost as tasty in a tight white t-shirt that was short enough to expose his belly button and the promise of a real fit six-pack: that and tight faded blue denim shorts hugging his muscular thighs, frayed at the edge, and worn into a split that was only just decently above the level of his cock's bulge. He had those rope sandals some of the guys at the pool had also been wearing the day before.

His smile, white teeth shining, showed he too was happy! and who would not be with the prospect of sex with a devastatingly lovely girlie-boy!

'You look beautiful, Jamie.'

'You can call me Janice if you want.....'

'I want!'

It was good to feel strong arms around him as he lifted the boy clear of the floor and kissed him on the mouth. 

'Bed?'

'Oh yes!'

As he was carried the few steps to his Daddy's bed Jamie licked Walter's neck and was very aware of the strength in the man's biceps and shoulders. Without letting go of the boy Walter lay the two of them down on the bed, and continued the interrupted kiss. As far as Jamie was concerned the embrace could go on and on for ever, Walter's tongue in his mouth and his hand now up under the boy's nightie, fondling one of his nipples. Then Walter found the opening in those knickers.

'Say! Open crotch! You sleep in these last night?'

'Lucky Dad!'

'Lucky me! I'm Daddy's little girlie boy.' 

'He fuck you last night?'

'Oh yes! Twice.'

'You want me to fuck you?'

'More than anything. I wanted you yesterday....'

'And I wanted you too. But I wanted to make sure it was good, and that takes time.'

'Do me now. Walter. and we've got all day!'

Jamie was fiddling at the waist of those tight denim shorts, trying to find a button or zip. he could feel Walter's cock was hard and wanted to see it again, to kiss it again. he wanted to see him naked.

'I want to see you Walter, a mean properly, with no clothes on.

'Sure honey!' 

Walter's chest was hairless and gleamed as if lightly oiled. Jamie thought it must be some sort of fashion as a lot of the men seemed to wax the hair away, especially the younger ones, and when Walter slipped the shorts off he saw that all the belly and pubic hair had gone too. For a moment he asked himself whether he preferred smooth, like Walter, or hairy like his Daddy. He decided he liked both and probably the best was the one available at the time! He grabbed at Walter's hips, and his lips were round the cock-head he knew so well from the day before.

'Whoa, Janice! Later! You got me so sexed-up I'd better fuck you first or I'll just come! Lay down on your belly, honey.'

He looked down at the boy in lingerie. Normally he did not go for trannies, but this boy was so lovely, so young, so willing. He pulled the nightie off the boy's shoulders, and kissed him on the back of the neck where the blonde hairs were very fine. Now licking the smooth tan of his shoulders, nuzzling the scrunched up black nylon, and then licking the equally silky skin of the boy's waist. His hands, one under the nylon, the other feeling the boy's buttocks through the flimsy fabric he parted the cboy's buttocks, and was rewarded by the prettiest little anus. No religious relic at the Cathedral could have been kissed with more reverence than this first contact of lips and arsehole. The boy wriggled and giggled as his seducer kissed, licked, penetrated with the tip of a pointed tongue.

'Where do you keep the lube?' he knew there had to be some if Daddy had shagged son twice in the night.

'Under the pillow.'

The feeling of fingers spreading oil in his crease, entering him, seeking the p-spot, massaging, all this was familiar to the boy now, but good all the same.

'Fuck me. Walter. Please....'

'You're a real sweetie, honey!'

The feeling of knob pressing against him and then entering: the long, slow sensation as the cock slid deeper and deeper: the weight of muscular thighs against his bum: and then the still-slow in-and-out as Walter started to fuck: all this was now familiar to the boy and he thought not for the first time of the wasted years when he had only known solitary masturbation.Well he would make up for lost time from now on in.

Suddenly Walter allowed his full weight to bear down on the boy.

'OK?'

'It's lovely! I love to feel you heavy like that, and your cock is going in and out so easy. You can fuck me as hard as you want. Please.'

'You little angel! Here goes then.' 

Jamie gasped as the pace and vigour suddenly increased. This was the real thing! He was stronger than Heinrich, or Daddy, or even Anders, and you could feel how powerful he was through his cock and into your bum. And heavy. And so sexy.

'Fuck! I can't hold it! You're too good! I'm coming!'

'Fill me!'

'Yes!'

Each of four great thrusts was crowned by a spurt of hot, creamy cum deep inside the boy. Finally, as the cock still twitched and oozed inside the tight hole, they rolled over on their sides, the boy still impaled.

'Did you cum, Janice?'

'No but it was lovely. I nearly did.'

'Have you ever fucked anyone, Janice?'

'No. Not yet. i've only just started sex.'

'Want to try on me?'

'I'd love that, you've got a lovely bum. I thought that the first time I saw you in your uniform. Small and hard, but sort of jutting,'

'The guys all love it, sweetie. and you can have it now.'

He slipped his cock from Jamie's bum and lay on his belly. 

Later he would understand why, but at the time Jamie was not sure why he wanted to take off the silky nightie and outrageously feminine knickers in order to have his first fuck as the active partner. He paused a moment, his cocklet poised, and looked at that beautiful male arse, so manly in its tinyness and musculature, and yet so seductively silky and smooth. Even more than the moment a cock first entered his lips, even more than the moment he lost his male virginity, this was the moment he would really grow up, and he knew it. He still wanted to enjoy dressing girlie and being a plaything for big strong guys, but from now on would be looking to Top as well.

He spread lube into Walter's crease, and the residue greased his own cock.

'I think you'd better kneel as I'm not very long yet....'

'Yes! That's better. On this pillow I can reach. is that right?'

'Sure is, honey! Just push now. Ah! you're in. Now fuck me.'

It did not take long as the boy was understandably over-excited and had yet to learn the trick of prolonging pleasure. And for Walter the pleasure was not so much physical.....the boy was too young and small for that....as mental, the knowledge that he was the boy's first shag, and that no matter how many arses he shagged, no matter how pretty or desirable his partners, nothing would replace the memory of this first fuck.

For Jamie the orgasm was intense, bigger even than in Daddy's mouth. He collapsed onto that ebony back and disappointingly his cock slipped out.

'That was a big one for me.'

'Good! Let's shower now.'

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Walter was already half-hard from the excitement of the virgin-fuck, and Jamie had never lost his erection despite the power of his balls-draining orgasm. They soaped each other's bodies, hands lingering of course on buttocks, balls, cocks, arse-creases, and also all the pleasures of smooth skin, slender boyish limbs to excite Walter, and strong, muscled thighs and arms to excite Jamie.  

The water was not hot, not cold, just comfortably warm and Jamie enjoyed soaping Walter's back, making sure his bum was particularly clean of course and spending an age on his hairless balls and cock. As his hands slipped over the muscles and silky skin Jamie found himself thinking about the showers at school after gym on Tuesdays and games Friday afternoons. It was a pity you could not soap other boys down like this: Giles Morris was often hard in the showers and probably he would like a bit of caressing, even proper sex. And he was a good-looking boy. Jamie was always a bit embarassed when he got an erection in the showers, and he always did: the other boys joked and laughed at this. He would not mind any more, he thought. what a pity the boys seemed to avoid touching each other  even by accident. Yet now he knew how men looked at him he thought he had seen that look in the eye of one or two of his classmates.

Walter loved the way the boy was turning their shower into a sexual event; his small soft hands caressing and feeling muscles of arse, shoulders, thighs, biceps, that was great, and getting him horny again. Those slender fingers with their varnished finger nails looked so sexy round the shaft of his cock as the boy gently masturbated him under the pretence of soaping. His turn now, and he soaped the boy, especially handling his tiny balls and cocklet, hard again. He just had to have it again!

'I want your boy-juice, honey!'

Then the man was on his knees in front of the boy as the water streamed down on them, his arms around the boy's bum, pulling him in close so face nestled against cock. He allowed the water to wash soap away before he opened his mouth and let that pretty five inches slip in, first the pink cock-head, and then slowly and luxuriantly the whole of the straight, slender shaft.

Jamie sighed his pleasure and took the polished, shaven head in his hands, holding it still as he shagged that warm and sucking mouth. He felt Walter's tongue on the front of his shaft as it went in and out. Then a little squeak from the boy as a finger slid into his arse seeking and immediately finding his prostate. That impudent, invasive finger pressed on the prostate with each thrust of the boy's hips, and the cock went faster and faster until there was that feeling in his bottom, in his balls, and now in his cock as he shot his spunk into Walter's waiting mouth. The hip movements died down till his cock rested motionless in Walter's mouth. Still hard, though: oh to be teenage again!

'My turn now.'

The boy pulled him upright and in his turn bent over to nuzzle Walter's erect cock and balls, now hanging loose, where they had earlier been tight in their sack. He licked one ball, his hands round Walter's bum, and on an impulse took it into his mouth, sucking on it. This was new and very sexy, and it was clear the man enjoyed it as he moaned and his cock twitched. Jamie could not see if there was precum with the water streaming down, but guessed there would be when he tasted the knob. He released the ball and mouthed the other one: they were fantastically big, the boy thought, and he imagined all the hot creamy cum inside them. Yummy! 

At this thought he just had to suck theat ebony cock again.  The great purple knob stretched his jaw as the first time, but it was oK once it was in and the shaft slipping between his lips. He closed his fist round the base of the cock: he had learned to limit the length that actually went into his mouth to avoid gagging and to let the man fuck his mouth as hard as he wanted. 

And that is just what Walter did, fucking the boy's mouth while holding his head still with both hands in the wet, blonde hair. The boy had one hand around his waist, and that slipped down seeking the crease of his arse. The boy had learned a lot! Lovely! At least two fingers up into his arse, and, yes! the boy had found his p-spot and was massaging it.This boy gave better head than many a gay adult he knew!

Jamie looked up at him, clear and innocent blue eyes meeting his with a look of love, admiration, and something sultry and very adult in their expression too. That and the fingers on his prostate was enough to make him cum.

None escaped the boy's mouth this time!

There was some fun with the hair-drier after they  towelled down. It felt good blowing against cock, balls, arsehole as they horsed around.

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Walter was sitting naked at the table thinking how good sex was with this boy. Normally he did not go for trannies, but this lad had still the innocence of youth: well not really innocence after all the shagging and sucking he had admitted to over the past couple of days, but at least the newness and wonder of it all. Walter was just thinking about his first time, with the basket-ball coach at the Baptist youth club. Now that was something: what a guy old Jeremy was! He must have introduced dozens of local lads to the pleasures of oral and anal sex, and never one of them had shopped him to the Pastor, or worse still the cops. At that moment Janice made her entrance.

Jamie had treated himself to a rapid transformation, slipping into white satin and lace lingerie, a padded bra as usual, quite deep suspender belt and full French knickers.He had opened a new packet of nylon stockings, soberly tan-coloured, but nice and glossy and with a real silky feel as he pulled them up over his thighs. They were not as long as the night before so there was a nice two inches of bare flesh at the stocking tops. The silver high heels from yesterday and a white satin negligee tied in a bow at the front completed the transformation. His hair needed a brush to shine, but would do.

He had found a nice little handbag in the case, white to match his outfit, and slipped the hairbrush and lipstick inside it.

'Ta ra!'

He stood at the doorway, totally femine now.

'Shit! You look tasty. Janice, isn't it?'

'Yeah! and you look good too, stud. You hungry? Shall I cook up some breakfast?'

'Good sex always makes me hungry!'

'Eggs and bacon? Coffee?  Fried bread?'

'All of that!'

Janice stole a glance at the guy's cock. She had not seen it limp and satisfied before, and thought it looked very pretty, and sort of vulnerable. It would be nice to take it in her mouth and feel it grow strong and male again. Later! She put a couple of croissants and butter on the table, started the coffee and fussed about the small cooker frying the breakfast.

Walter watched, thinking how trim her figure looked under that clinging satin. perhaps trannies were not so bad..... if young!

'Here you are!'

She put the plate in front of him and poured two cups of coffee.

'None for you, honey?'

'I've had mine. It was hot and creamy!'

'A growing girlie-boy can't live on spunk alone!'

'it's ok. I had mine earlier with Daddy.'

'And was that hot and silky too?'

'You're dreadful!'

He watched as, perched on her stool, she freshened up her lipstick and then started to brush her hair.

'I wish it was long enough to put a ribbon in. I think I'll grow a pony tail.'

It was shining now, and although not shoulder length was quite feminine already.

'What about school? wouldn't go down well there?'

'It'll be OK. there's two boys already with pony-tails.'

'Bet they're gay. You should check them out, honey.'

'I wouldn't dare!'

'Just chose a time when no-one's about and tell one of them you want to be fucked. That's what I used to do when I was a boy.' 

She thought about it. One in particular was really dishy, Simon Montcreith, and he was also one of those older boys who sometimes looked at her with that hard gaze that she now recognised from all the guys around the pool. He wanted her. Yes, she would try that.

walter had wolfed down his food and had a hand on his cock. Amazingly it was hard again.

'You look as if you want to fuck again.....'

'Sure do. You look just like the little housewife waggling her arse at her man before he goes out to work. I should do you over the kitchen table, among the dishes....'

'Just do me then, Walter.... use some of that butter.'

Her feet did not reach the floor as he bent her over the table, flipped the negligee up over her head, and ripped the knickers down and off. Her arse was framed prettily by the suspender straps as he wiped a blob of butter in her arsehole and then he took her hard and violently. No Mr Niceguy now, just a fucking machine, making her squeal partly with pleasure but at least partly with pain. And it was not quick: she had already drained his balls twice after all....

'On my back. On the floor.... Please, Walter. I want to watch you and jerk off too.....'    

And so it continued, Janice laying on her back in a pool of white satin, her nipples masked by lacy bra and belly by the deep satin of her suspender belt. Walter had her legs under his arms, jammed against his armpits as he shagged her. Janice herself was jerking her cock desperately and fondling his balls with her free hand as Walter shagged faster and faster. Drops of sweat fell from his body onto her face and chest. She looked at him and met his eyes, seeing again that masculine ruthlessness there, that desire to take. It was exciting to be wanted like this, so exciting that she felt yet another orgasm rising.

'Aaaaah!'

The cum spurted in a streamer right up the boy's chest.... his bra would need washing out! One globule even splashed as high as his face: this was a real big one!

'Jeez! Honey! Oh fuck! Jeez I'm cumming too.'

Walter collapsed onto the boy, who had to turn his face sideways not to be suffocated by the weight of the big, black athlete.  He could hardly hear what walter was saying, muffled under that broad chest, but knew that with each powerful thrust more and more of that hot man-spunk was being pumped into him.

At last it was over, and they rolled over sideways as before, walter's cock slipping out this time.

'Shit, honey! That was the best fuck ever!'

'My best too.... though I haven't had many yet.'

'You will, little darling. You will! Now where's that coffee?'

'I'll make some more...'

They chatted for a few minutes.

'You've drained me dry, Janice.'

'No more sex then?'

'Not this morning, sweetie. Evening perhaps.'

'Daddy's dressing me up glam and we're going to a club this evening. A Trans something club.'

'That's transvestite, sweetie. Madame Fifi's probably. Not my scene. Perhaps your Daddy would like a threesome another time.'

'I'll ask him, but I'm sure he will. We had a good threesome yesterday. I loved it.'

'Spit-roast, eh? I'm on days next weeek, so I've got the evenings free. Ask him. Me, I'm going to bed now and get some sleep. I was awake half the night thinking about you, and not daring to touch my cock!' He laughed. 'And I'm knackered now.'

'I'm going to the pool then. Do you think it'll be all right to leave my lipstick and nail varnish on? I'd love to wear my high heels, but I think I'd better not.....'

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They walked slowly hand-in-hand, chatting. As they passed the woods Jamie became pensive, wondering if he dared go in there by himself, take his clothes off, and wait to see if a guy fancied his mouth or bum. Why not? he thought.

'I know what you're thinking, honey!'

'Yes it was good, darling.'Jamie showed him he wanted to be kissed and they embraced a long moment. Jamie amazed himsewlf. Had he really called a man "darling"?

Later, half-way round the pool, Jamie and Walter kissed goodbye with promises to meet tomorrow, hopefully Daddy too. Their embrace, man and pretty-boy, made several eyes glaze and cocks harden among the sun-bathers. Jamie picked his way past the loungers, waving cheerfully at Anders over the other side. He'd had his fun yesterday..... fresh meat today! Eyes followed the boy in his tight blue speedos, tell-tale dark spot where walter's spunk was still oozing a bit from his anus, girlie-pink trainers and long, tanned legs.

A latino guy smiled at him and Jamie smiled back. He was attractive with his olive complexion and little black hairs on his chest and belly. He was wearing baggy shorts so you could not see the shape of his cock and balls but he looked fit and a pleasant young man. without words, Jamie sat on the edge of his lounger.

Five minutes chat and they were off to his hotel room for drinks and lunch, ....and more(!) ....to the envy of a dozen other guys and especially Anders and Heinrich.

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And still five and a half days' holiday to go.......

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