Summer Fling

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A SUMMER FLING

5 - Summer's End

by

G. Cutter

Well, I had two weeks left of my holiday. I'd lost Josh first, then the two French boys and finally the here and now had arrived. I was standing by the ferry to the mainland as it drew away waving goodbye to my cousins, Jo and Jimmy. They'd been fun, great fun but all good things come to an end. I had to look after myself now which meant back to the hand jobs until I could find someone to link to. My best option were Chris and Bryan but they were young for Jo and Jimmy, they were doubly young for me and I didn't really want to drag them back to the caravan, Even Aunty Mary might give me the raised eyebrows on that one.

Of course, the other one was Max down at Bouncy World, the trouble was he seemed to be working all the time although I did fancy him something rotten. We'd chatted but it had been frothy chat, nothing meaningful like sex talk. I didn't even know if he was gay or just a trifle camp. I suspected he was available but I didn't know. I'd also seen his kid brother flitting around and he was just a younger version of Max. Both Jo and Jimmy reckoned he was a 'goer' but I think that was wishful thinking. OK, so they'd been swimming and buggering around with him but I was pretty sure nothing had happened. Maybe he spurned them which would have been a laugh as they were a randy pair that wouldn't take to being given the elbow. Spermed, yes. Spurned, no.

I gave a final wave as my boys disappeared from sight and wandered through to the beach area. I may as well ogle the kids at Bouncy World before I went home to sort out the caravan. I sat at a table by the little snackery with a Coke and a rather curly sandwich and watched the kids on the bouncy waterslide and the castle alongside. The place was heaving although the anklebiters were well under my age range. I squinted against the sun trying to see if Max was on duty but it wasn't, it was a blonde kid who didn't ring any bells sexual or otherwise. I wasn't dressed for splashing around, I'd dressed up to see my cousins off which meant I had khaki combats on and a loose shirt which I'd unbuttoned and just let hang allowing air to circulate around my body. It was another hot one and after a final night with the Munchkins I was near exhausted. My dick was raw and my bum wans't much better which should give some indication of how the night had gone.

'Hi, guy. Where's the clan? A shadow fell across the table and I looked up to see the beautiful Max in all his dark haired glory, he was wearing beach shorts instead of his usual speedos but I forgave him, it was a small price to pay for a close up of his nut brown torso. As smooth as a baby's bottom save for the sparse black hair striving upwards to reach his cute innie navel.

'It's Peter,' I smiled politely. I didn't really know him but we chatted a bit after the nodding and smirking stage . I think we both had each other sussed out but I could be wrong. 'Not working today?'

'Nah, day off,' he dragged out a chair and sat looking at me. 'Where's my favourite blondy boys?'

'Jo and Jimmy went back today,' I answered presuming he was talking about my cousins.

'Ah, right,' He looked at me and smiled. 'Another Coke?'

'Please.'

He stood up and leant up against the kiosk giving me a view of his rear end unfortunately clad in baggy shorts with a yachting motif. He was nice all the same and I felt a mild perking of the groin, if he propositioned I'd go. Dream on! But hope springs eternal blah, blah.

He turned around, smiled down at me and plonked a chilled can on the table. God, I was falling in love, his deep suntan on his already dark skin made him almost as brown as Josh and his relaxed belly looked as smooth one of those alabaster statues, you know, the Greek hero types. Maybe a bronze statue would be a better simile but you know what I mean. From the size of the tiny speedos he normally wore I guess he was that golden brown all over except for a patch around his groin. Shit, I was copping a stiffy and from his mocking grin he had me bang to rights. He was probably used to admiring glances from the little girls and boys on the waterslide and here I was acting no better. I raised my can in a toast . 'Absent cousins.'

'Ah, I thought you were pals,' he commented sitting comfortably and stretching his legs out.

'We were,' I grinned. 'You can be mates with your cousins. We got on very well, we had to, we shared a caravan.'

'What site?'

'It's in my uncle's back garden.' I explained the setup and he just nodded taking it all in. Of course, I mentioned Josh and Pierre sleeping over just as a bit of a teaser and to see how smart he was.

'Must have been a bit cramped in a two berther,' he laughed. 'Pretty hot and sweaty.'

'And smelly,' I agreed and he laughed. I think he'd sorted it out by now. No one suffers a cramped and stuffy caravan without some payout at the end and there's only one bonus to sleeping four boys to one small caravan, it didn't need much working out.

'So,' he looked at me and smiled. 'You're all on your own now? A bit of spare?'

'You could rephrase that,' I laughed. I wasn't all that familiar with the Isle of Wight vernacular but 'a bit of spare' where I came from was a hooker or a slut.

'Ah,' he looked puzzled for a moment and then smiled. 'Sorry, you must be a Londoner.'

'Guildford actually but we talk Londonish.'

'I said sorry,' he grinned completely unconcerned. 'I meant at a loose end sort of thing.'

'Yeah, I suppose. You get used to having people around you and then it's a bit of a bummer when you finish up on your own.'

'You need cheering up.' he looked at me with a glint in his eye or maybe I imagined it.

'I do,' I agreed awaiting his next move and I felt in my bones there was going to be one. This kid and I was almost sure he was around the same age as I was if not a little older was going to was just as much a hunter as I was. He was feeling his way, trying not to put a foot wrong and I was trying to make it easy for him. 'I miss the boys,' I put on a sad face.

He laughed again. 'Where is this caravan of yours... just as a matter of interest?'

'Fourteen Ambrose Terrace,' I answered promptly.

'I know it, just around the back,' he waved an arm in the general direction of Aunt Mary's.

'Yeah, you should have a wander around and chill, I've got a TV and all the rest of it.'

'Sounds nice. Nice and private?'

'Totally,' I smiled and let my eyes drop to his crotch deliberately to see if he'd pick up on it. He did. He could hardly miss, I was so bloody blatant but my cargoes kept my own in check and I felt myself on pretty safe ground.

'Mmmm...'

'You working right now?'

'No. My day off, I was just lurking spotting the talent,' he grinned and opened his legs.

'Only boys around today,' I avoided his eyes looking at the assorted kids running around. 'All a bit on the small side.' I think that was about as far as I was going to push it.

'True,' he giggled rather like Jimmy used to do. 'Looks like we're both bored.' He looked at me and I knew he'd gone as far as he would. He was in the same situation that I was. He knew, or thought he did but he wasn't absolutely certain and like me he was just as worried about saying the wrong thing. A greaty pity we weren't sitting close enough to play the leg game like Pierre had done with me.

'I gotta make a move,' I finally decided to risk it. 'Fancy a stroll?'

'Yeah, I just need to check the pumps. Wanna have a look?'

What the hell did I want to look at pumps for but he had something in mind other than pumps that was for sure. 'OK,' I smiled.

We finished our cans and he stood and led off to the side of the water slide and ducked into a tent which was strangely silent and isolated from the screaming kids up above. There were two machines in there throatily chugging away and at a guess I'd say they provided the air for the castle and the slide of maybe even the water but he was close enough to touch, we were alone and we were out of sight. It was now or never.

As he turned around I moved in until we gently collided. He smiled at me and I placed the back of my hand on his tight belly feeling his smoothness and warmth. He placed his hand on mine and I felt his other hand snake around and settle on my bottom. I felt like the cat that had grabbed the cream as I allowed my lips to settle on his throat and gently kissed.

'Aaaah... thank God for that,' he whispered and then his other hand went around my back binding me in and he pulled back a little and looked at me. His dark brown eyes gazed into mine and then I felt his lips meet mine. It was our first kiss and it seemed to last forever. His crotch ground into mine as we swayed in the gloom and suddenly he broke away with a satisfied and relieved grin. 'I guess we're OK now?'

'Better than OK, Max my man. Fancy a walk?'

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'This ain't safe, too many eyes and ears around here.'

'My caravan's safe.'

'So you've said,' he chuckled softly. 'Lead on. Peter.'

That's exactly what I did and after picking up his shirt from where he'd hung it we meandered away. We didn't rush or anything, he seemed paranoid about anyone seeing him but he relaxed once we got off the beach and out of site of Kiddy Korner as they rather camply called it. We chatted on the way back and I found out that his father rented out the equiment and staff to the local Council each summer and Max, his younger brother and a couple of seasonal workers provided the small staffing required. The father didn't only count the gold or coppers as Max insisted the revenue was but also ran a small hotel further down the front. Max also dropped some very heavy hints about his fourteen year old brother Dominic being one for the boys but didn't expand too much. He probably wasn't too sure of me yet but once I got him into that caravan I'd set his mind at rest.

He was about the same height as I was and now we'd gone through the first kiss stage he admitted that he'd had his eyes on Pierre and myself for some time, he'd also taken a shine to Jo and Jimmy but suffered from nerves and shyness. I wouldn't have thought working in speedos that barely covered your bits was shy but I let it go. I didn't want to upset him, I wanted to undress him and lick him to death or something equally perverted.

'Here we go,' I led him down the side of the path and not seeing either Fred or Mary around assumed they were out shopping or even having a nap, they didn't disturb me anyway probably because it was a huge garden and the caravan was right down at the end. A bit of the old out of sight out of mind I fancy. I pointed out the outside toilet to Max just in case he had a need and ushered him inside.

'Jee, it's hot in here,' he looked around and wrinkled his nose. 'What a fuckin' mess.'

'Yeah, I know,' I grinned refusing to be put down by his lack of enthusiasm. 'I was going to tidy up this afternoon but something came up.'

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'What was that?' He fell onto the bed and watched me as I drew the curtains.

'You,' I gently pressed against his shoulder and he lay back across the bed and looked up at me through half closed eyes. 'Going to lock the door?'

'Yep,' I snapped the catch and crouched over him dropping my head for the first kiss and his arm came out and went around my neck dragging me down. We kissed long and hard, our tongues met in a slippery tango and my paler suntanned body lay on his dark skinned form as he crushed me with his arms.

'Tell me, do you do it on the first date,' he whispered and I felt his hands slip inside the elasticated waistband of my shorts and then inside my briefs. He clasped the bare flesh of my bottom and sighed in lustful satisfaction.

'I do if you do,' I grinned and squirmed on his hard young body as he pumped his hips upwards. I pulled back a bit and cleared his open shirt from his shoulders exposing his smooth torso to my hungry lips and suckled on his dark brown nipples feeling them slippery and then harden in my mouth.

'Oh, Gawd,' he moaned and suddenly broke free and lay up full length on the bed. 'Let's do this properly,' he reached out and peeled my shirt off me and then began to tug my combats downwards. 'I wanna get naked,' he whispered and I laughed. I'd go with that. As his shorts came down as well I saw that he had his sexy speedos on underneath but his sixteen year of cock was at full stretch and it was a good size. It was a sixer and it poked out at the side clear of the skimpy side bit of his swimmers. I took pity on him and peeled them down as he raised his bottom and we were naked, his darker body contrasting with my own. I'd picked up a good tan over the last month but he was so brown he must have spent the entire season almost naked. He had a paler patch around his pubic area but that was about it. He was that beautiful dark caramel colouring like an Eursian but this boy was tough, his belly was as hard as rocks and nearly as hard as his extended penis which came complete with shiny head. He was oozing precum and as I sank my mouth over it he whined and I thought he'd passed out. Suddenly he grabbed me and moving around ducked onto my jerking cock like a gannet.

Silence fell and the only sound to be heard was the slobbering and sucking as we both did our best for each other. He tasted salty and so juicy, he was precuming all the time and I could taste his pearly semen as he pumped into my mouth and I pumped into his. I grasped his firm and muscular cheeks as he held mine and I knew that we were going to go further after this sixty niner. The suck fuck was only the start, this boy was top line randy and so was I.

Suddenly his movements began to get more urgent, he held my head and started to grunt and gasp and then finally whine as his fat cock seemed to swell in my mouth . I kept on him as he stopped sucking me and the first of his meaty, spunky splashes shot into my throat and slid straight down and then there were a series of creamy mouthfuls which I tasted and rolled around my mouth before swallowing. His glans was oozing juice at the end and I sucked avidly until I felt his meat begin to limpen. Then and only then he started back on me but this tiome h was really going to town taking almost all my sixer right into his throat and clasping my cheeks in a death grip.

I cum in the end and it was a monster, it felt like he was sucking me dry and he probably was. He managed to get his fingers into my crack and I felt one prod and then penetrate me as he slowly finished me off and played with my ring. His finger was just inside and he worked it to and fro sinking deeper until his middle finger was buried to it's hilt stroking my prostate. I got the buzz but it was over for the time being at least. We were both done, played out and grinning happily at each other. We shuffled around on the bed and I lay in his strong arms exchanging messy kisses and pressing our softening organs against each other.

It was the best and most fruitful blow I'd had in a while. Nice cum in, nice cum out you could say.

'My brother, Dom would love you,' he smiled lazily. 'That boy does like to suck things.'

'I haven't finished with you yet,' I cuddled in on the messy bed. I really had to sort this place out but first of all Max needed an introduction to our outside shower.

After we'd come down from our high or whatever you want to call it we shared the makeshift shower out the back and then still wet wet tidies up the caravan and got it back to how it should be. Once the bedding was off the floor there was a lot more room and I brewed up a nice cup of tea. As an aside, it's amazing how refreshing tea is even in the heat and especially after sex. It must be an English thing but after another quick shower and with the caravan back to normal we sat there listening to the radio and sipping our tea like a pair of old pals. A pretty good first date if I say so myself and there was more to come. Naturally enough the mention of his kid brother had registered and I was thinking evil thoughts about him as well, hardly surprising that I felt myself gradually begin to thicken if not harden.

'A pity I hadn't known you and your pals were a bunch of sex maniacs a couple of weeks back,' he mused stretching his long legs.

'The little ones advertised enough,' I smiled and admired his muscular brown body. I especially liked his tight black haired pubics which were on the march towards his navel and would probably get there next year. Curiously enough his legs were hairless and so was his crack as I'd found out in our love struggles. No trace of shaving either which made him even more attractive in my eyes, I did like my smoothies be they blond or brunette.

'I'll bring Dom around one day or maybe send him around when I have the duty with the kiddies. You can have a play in private.'

'Will he go for that?' I laughed. 'Just being sent on assignment sorta thing.'

'Yeah,' Max giggled. 'He's always up for a bit of fun, he's so horny we have to lock the milk bottles away.'

'Do you and he... er.'

'Yeah,' he laughed. 'He does me and I do he. That's what kid brothers are for. If I've got to share a room with the untidy grot, I may as well take advantage of his smooth, boyish, dark skinned and very willing body... grrr!'

'Shurrup,' I laughed. The more he talked like this the more my penis perked and perhaps that was what he was after as he smiled across and then began to play with himself. Well, not wank you understand but peel his foreskin back and examine his dark red glans and then squeeze his foreskin over the tip. Naturally enough I could see his organ begin to harden again.

I made a second mug of tea but we were playing a game. We'd both cum and we were both taking it easy allowing the juices to replenish but that wouldn't take long. We were both virile teenagers and the more we sat and looked at each other, the more we talked sex the harder we became. We drank our second cup both now blantantly handling ourselves and getting harder and harder. Ready or not we were going back onto that bed very shortly and try to make babies. Which, I think is what they call an euphemism.

'Wanna lie down?' he asked softly and placed his mug on the side. 'Play around a bit?'

'Make love?' I sounded such a tart it was cringey but I'd got past the playing it cool stage, I was stiff again and I had a need. A need to do it and get done like his little brother. I stood up and walked to the back of the 'van and flopped onto the bed. A quick check and I found the sun tan lotion tucked away behind the curtain, all systems go. 'Come here, Maxy.'

'Right,' he grinned broadly and with water beads still adorning his body like little jewels in the multi coloured light coming through the striped curtains he lay on the bed and smiled fondly as I rolled on him and slipped my pale skinned erection between his brown thighs. He clamped on me and clasped my buttocks squeezing and fondling the soft flesh. 'Boooootiful.' he whispered and we were back to the breathless kissing again. This time it was different, this time he lifted his legs up my sides and my penis was sliding under his balls and down his perineum nearly reaching his tight little sphincter and as he wriggled I felt the tip of my glans brush across his puckered skin. 'Ooooh, Petey,' he sighed. 'Put some stuff on it.' Yeah, right. Mundane but just what I wanted to hear.

This was it. I knelt up and presed his knees down onto his chest then squirted the creamy sun tan glop directly onto his boy pussy and smeared it around. The next step was to push a finger into his oiled ring and he gasped at first but then wriggled and grinned at me as I worked that same finger deeper and deeper into his hot tightness. He did the clamping and easing bit which demonstarted his creds, he was no virgin and neither was I. 'Ready?' I leant over him and gave him a flutterby kiss as Jimmy used to call them and brushed my swollen knob across his pouting boy fanny.

'Go on,' he croaked. 'Slowly.'

That's exactly what I did. With our eyes locked on each other's I slowly but firmly pushed and gasped as I felt my harness push against his yielding flesh and then enter his delicious tightness. His mouth opened in a silent sigh as I pushed and pushed until most of my stiff meat was buried in his willing body and then I slowly began to move in and out. 'Mmmmm...' I mouthed at his neck as I felt his incredible tightness clamp on me and then relax as I moved to and fro sinking deeper until my own pubics were nestling under his ballsac. We were well and truly joined and he squeezed on me and grinned.

'Big boy,' he muttered and pressed his legs on my back binding me in as I continued to make little moved in and out of his body. 'Nice...'

We didn't actually fuck, I just moved in him until we were both used to each other and I was moving slickly in and out of his warmth and then I began to fuck. He was an excellent lover, he stroked me and kissed and all the time tried to time his squeezing with my fucking. It took time as we were freshly drained but it came in the end and I climaxed in a sweaty flurry feeling myself jerk and throb in his gut as he held me tightly and I pumped away my all. This time I was well and truly shagged and fell onto his belly as his legs came down. We lay face to face smirking at each other and my deflated boyhood slipped free.

'We need more recovery time next time around,' he grinned cheerfully. 'Squishy all the same,' he looked at me and pushed me away. 'On your belly, Bitch.'

'Yes, Master,' I laughed and rolled onto my belly and parted my legs. His big brown skinned cock jerked on his belly and he was probably more juiced up than I was. I had the funny feeling that I'd been getting a lot more sex than he had lately which may account for his super horniness compared to my basic horniness which may sound complicated but wasn't to me. His enlarged dark red glans was smeary again and I gave it a taste test before he put it in me. Yeah, precum and that wasn't bad after two mugs of tea and a couple of showers. 'You don't need too much glop.'

'Goody,' he giggled and I felt a finger between my cheeks brush across my hole and penetrate. He worked his finger for the minimum, he was clearly needy and got between my legs almost immediately moving his swollen organ up and down my crack. I was sweaty and ready, I pushed my bum up and he flathanded my cheeks. 'Jackpot,' he whispered and I felt his glans slip between my cheeks and nudge up against me. It was nice and slippery and it was eased even further by his own juices oozing from his pee slit.

'Aaah...' I gasped as I felt him broach me and then it was alright. It's always the same and it doesn't really matter how big they are (within reason) but the opening hurts and then things get better once the swollen glans is within you. That's a very personal point of view of course but once your back door's open, it's open to be basic. I wriggled a bit as he steadily sank in me and then started to move to and fro. He was doing exactly as I had, he was fucking his way in which eases the passage and gave you that buzz once he was rubbing against your prostate. He was good and I began to relax as he filled me with his hot thickness and I felt his weight on me. He didn't kiss me on the lips but munched away at my neck as he began to move faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held his head bringing his lips to mine.

That was it, we shared air as he began to go faster and faster shoving me up the bed with force and passion. If anything he seemed to get harder as he moved and my legs slipped down so that my calves rested on his tight bottom. I pulled him in when I heard his first moan and then he really went for it. My body shook as he slammed into me and then stayed in tight. His rigid cock jerked and I felt his hot seed squirt into my belly again and again. I was right, he was sex starved and now he should be happy.

He was... he smiled at me and pecked me on the nose. 'You're a great fuck, Pete.' Now is that romantic or what?'

'Cheers, Big Ears,' I smiled tiredly feeling his slippery muscle still embedded in my body and still slowly moving to and fro.

'Big Ears is leaving the body,' he raised his torso and dropped back a little allowing his spunk stained penis to slip from my body. I couldn't see it but I knew my extended ring was slowly closing and more than likely oozing boy cum. He had cum a lot and probably more than I had but it had been a good one. Some sex is bad, some mundane and routine and some good. I scored him as very good which with my recent assortment of lovers puts him right at the top of the list.

'That was good,' I clung to him and we lay in the warmth and the dampness of the now wrecked bed at peace with ourselves and the world.

'Yeah,' he agreed. We lay there for a while getting our breath back and fell from the caravan straight into our cold water shower. One of these fine days I'd get it wrong and blunder out of the wrong door onto the grass and fall on my arse in full view of the house. Hopefully Fred and Mary would be watching the TV in the other room when this happened but knowing my luck they'd be looking out of the kitchen window. That should be worth a laugh. They were aware of the various sleepovers in the last month and I often wondered if they suspected anything but who knows? They were a different and much older generation, the swinging sixties and the sexual freedoms of the seventies and eighties had passed them by.

'Hungry?' I gave him a nudge with my elbow.

'I'm not blowing you again... not yet.'

'No, you dummy,' I laughed. 'Fancy a walkabout, get something to eat.'

'Yeah, alright,' he tried to sit up but I was on him again. I'd changed my mind but only for another bout of stroking, groping and kissing after that we got dressed and walked back down to the harbour. He said he knew a cafe he used when working and we used that. A bit scruffy and off the holidaymaker trail but it was cheap and you got a decent meal.

We had a stroll around the harbour after that and he pointed out things I'd never noticed on my previous visits, he was a local after all. They even had fishing boats there which I thought was cool, as a townie I'd got the strange idea that our fishing fleet was defunct with so many EU regulations and dwindling fish stocks. Of course, with the things you see on the TV you also get the idea that the English Channel is like a busy motorway with ships of all types jockeying to get in their right lanes and all the rest of it. He gave me a bit of a lecture and the gist of it was that ships are very small and the seas are very large. Ho hum, all pretty basic but I liked listening to him and I felt strangely proud. Proud to be with him I meant, he was a head turner and I basked in his reflected glory, he got more than a few simpering smiles from the local females and that was a few mums as well as some well under age. I noticed that the same applied to quite a few of the boys and youths as well not to mention the family men. I hoped some of the sly glances were aimed in my direction but I think he was the main attraction. He had to be, so good looking and so confident, it was like taking a stroll with a Greek god. I just hoped that the morning's get together wasn't a one off and he'd start making excuuses to be about his business but he didn't. We sat on the end of the breakwater on a low stone wall watching a gaggle of fishermen for a while and then walked back down to where the beach abutted onto the pier or maybe it's the other way around. This was where there was a gaggle of kids jumping from the wall into the deeper water alongside and generally skylarking around.

'Gawd, all that eyecandy,' he sighed and sprawled back as we lay there taking in the scenery and that was the aforementioned eyecandy. There's something about wet teeny boys and clinging speedos, shorts and the thinner underwear the kids wore. 'He's a sweety,' he pointed out a kid of around eleven who was displaying all his assets through soggy white swimmers that hid absolutely nothing.

'Too young,' I grinned. 'Be fair, he's got a dick like a bit of string.'

'I suppose,' he peeled his shirt off and lay on it. 'I should introduce you to Dominic,' he continued to watch the kids.

'You should,' I agreed. The thought of being ravished, raped and generally abused by him and his younger brother had occured some time ago and from what I could remember about Dom he was just a smaller edition of Max with shorter hair but just as nice in his own way.

'We should have a walk around and see if he's in his usual spot with his mates.'

'OK with me.'

'What are you doing for the rest of the day, for the night... entertaining in your caravan?'

'Who?' I laughed hoping desperately he wasn't working his way around to ditching me.

'Well, you could invite me.' He glanced at me and grinned almost nervously. 'That wasn't a one off, this morning I mean?'

'No way,' I felt a wave of relief break over me like cold Channel water, he wanted me. I felt so girly I could have jumped on him and snogged him to death and he saw it on my face.

'Great,' he reached out and I felt his finger track up my leg to the hem of my shorts. 'I was hoping we could be boyfriends until you go back. You know, hang out together, do the biz,' his voice broke.

'That sounds good,' I grinned stupidly. I don't know if he realised it, he'd just made my day. 'Wanna stay the night?'

'Of course,' he laughed and stood. 'Come on, let's see if Dom is down on the beach a bit, I know where he hangs out.'

We got up and walked off again this time in the direction of Bouncy World which was at least on the way home. I gathered that Dominic didn't stray too much from that area and was a bit of a loner which I thought was surprising. I'd have thought a fourteen year old with his looks would be either knee deep in little girls or boys but not so. He was a bit shy, Max told me and I remembered back to the morning, Max himself wasn't exactly bursting with confidence although we'd got there in the end.

'Mind you, he's a little raver once he get's going,' Max grinned as we neared his dad's site. The same blond boy was uptop on the water slide and was gazing out to sea ignoring the kids, so much for being the safety guy.

'Who's the blond kid?' I asked.

'George, he's a wanker,' Max looked up at blond boy. 'He's a part timer and dad's getting shot of him at the weekend.'

'Mmm...'

'I can get you a job if you're interested,' Max blurted out. 'Every other day, ten 'til six, free snacks on the job...'

'Do I get to blow Dominic?'

'Every day if you like,' Max grinned. 'You gotta do me as well though.'

'No probs.'

'Good. Start Monday. I'll wiggle the shifts so that you work with Dom and myself.'

'Great.' I shook hands on the deal. I had a job for a fortnight which would fill in every other day and then I had Max and hopefully Dominic to keep me company when I or they got bored. No, it wasn't great. It was bloody brilliant.

'Let's find Dom,' Max was off down the beach and I followed. We had a search about and in the end found him propped up against the sea wall a few yards from the little snacks and drinks kiosk hidden behind wraparound sunglasses and all on his ownsome looking totally bored.

'Hey, brat,' Max kicked his brother's leg and Dominic came to life.

'I was dozing,' he took his glasses off and looked at me curiously. 'Hi... Peter isn't it?'

'Yeah, pleased to meetcha,' I sat down on the outside of Max as he sat by his brother.

'Pete is going to work with us for a couple of weeks starting Monday, he'll be on our team.'

'That's good,' Dom smiled across at me and I smiled back. At this stage I knew a little bit more about him than he did of me and I was visualising his trim and slim naked body wriggling around on my bed. Mind you, Max hadn't actually said he'd done the full scale dirty with Dominic, he'd just made a remark that 'they'd done each other' but that could mean anything, even as little as wanking, so perhaps I was reading more into their relationship than there was. Anyway, it was fun to imagine them doing things together, a sort of mental porno movie. As I've said he was a cut down version of Max the main difference being their hair. Whereas Max had his is what I think they used to call a pageboy or something silly Dom's was chopped off on top and gelled up but quite long on his neck around the back and sides. I suppose he was prettier than Max but he was two years younger after all. He was sprawled there wearing a pair of skimpy speedos similar to Max's but I'd got myself placed so that I couldn't really ogle him other than making it pretty obvious. I think Max must have realised this as he got up and lay down the other side of Dom allowing me to move in a little. 'I'm surrounded by men,' Dom giggled.

'You love it,' Max whispered and quickly looking around he ran a finger up Dom's smooth brown thigh just stopping at the edge of the boy's speedos, an inch away from the kid's noticeable bulge. 'Nice.'

'Perv,' Dom looked at me and rolled his eyes. 'He never stops.'

'I know,' I muttered. I was more shocked that anyone could have seen us where we lay than the fact that Max had virtually groped Dom in plain view of myself. I got the message all the same or I thought I had. Dom was up for grabs or, at least, I hoped that's what they were trying to indicate. Dom rolled onto his belly and rested his face on his forearms not forgetting to wriggle his delicious little bottom.

'Nice arse,' I spoke without even thinking.

'I know,' he chuckled. 'It'll cost you.'

'What?'

'Yours,' he mumbled and I looked across at Max who was grinning right back at me. Had that kid said what I thought he'd said?

'No probs,' I croaked feeling my boyhood slowly start to come to life. Dom's tight dark skinned bottom was a treaure and his skimpy speedos barely covered his boyish bum, he even had dimples for God's sake.

'Calm down,' Max laughed. 'You're pointing.'

'Shit,' I blushed and rolled onto my belly as well, it was safer.

Once the buzz died it was nice to relax in the sun. I'd spent over a month having loads of companionship and sex (let's not forget the sex) and it made a nice change to chill as they say over the pond. I knew Max would be staying overnight and Dominic was waiting in the wings, for one afternoon at least I could behave like a 'normal' holidaymaker and do bugger all. We had a splash around on the water slide later and even a splash around in the sea although the beach had a lot of sharp pebbles nearer the tidemark. As evening came in I parted from the boys, Max promised to come around about nine and Dominic promised to catch up with me in due course whatever that meant.

After supper with Uncle Fred and Aunrty Mary I had a nice bath indoors to get rid of the salt and wended my weary way (I like that one) to the caravan happy to relax yet again and lie there watching the muted TV. When Max came in he plonked a six pack of lager on the table and we then both sat on the bed supping our booze and generally chatting. It seemed that he had to go to work around eight thirty tomorrow which was a bummer but Dominic was coming around to wake him and to make sure he didn't oversleep.

'Come around for lunch around twelve thirty, Dom is doing the afternoon shift on the slide.' Max ran his cold can on my leg. 'He'll probably stay the morning if you ask nicely. That's presuming your aunt and uncle don't bird-dog you.'

'I'll ask and they don't,' I grinned slightly surprised at being offered a fourteen year old on a plate as it were.

'Good, he likes you,' Max grinned. 'Not as much as I do,' he ran his chilled can up my leg again and then lightly ran his hand up the dampness on my leg. 'This TV's crap.'

'Turn it off, put the radio on.'

'OK.'He went down the end and switched the TV off and the small caravan lights in the main body of the 'van. he then sat down again on the bed and flopped onto his back. 'Cooler tonight.'

'Indeedy,' I leant over and kissed his taut belly and needless to say he stroked my hair and applied a gentle pressure. I knew what he wanted and gently lapped at his navel as I felt a hand slide down my back as I curled up on the bed and nuzzled at his crotch. The meat within was hardening and with some gentle mouthing I felt it stiffen up properly and extend out into a straight line. He must be comando under his jeans, no briefs and no speedos. I gently nipped the meaty tube within his jeans and felt it stiffen even more.

'Wanna go to bed?' He croaked.

Now that was a silly question, I flitted about drawing the curtains and snapped the catch on the door. The little skylight was open but that wouldn't matter, we could just about see the stars from where we lay, very peaceful and back to nature. I unzipped his jeans and ran the zip down removing them as he removed his shirt. He lay on the bed dead centre in all his brown skinned beauty with his mansized boycock jutting up onto his belly with just the suspicion of shiny slime at it's tip. 'I've been waiting for this all day,' he whispered as I stood and disrobed and when naked lay down alongside him and it began.

We started in the usual way, a belly to belly kissfest and belly wanking, that's what I call it when you lay belly to belly and move against each other grinding and moving each other's erections together. It get's you going and as he handled my bum with his strong hands I felt the night air on my pucker and surrendered to his love or his lust, I didn't care. I just wanted his meaty cock inside me and I wanted his throbbing and squirting... I was in one of my bitch moods but it would pass. I rolled onto my back and allowed him between my legs which he raised and then knelt up smiling down at me. I held his solid penis and worked the loose skin to and fro as he found the trusty lube and massaged my hole with it. No fingering this time, we'd passed that stage. He lowered himself to me and I whined as I felt his slippery and engorgeg glans push at my ring and open me up.

'Aaaah...' I sighed with the ultimate satisfaction as he took me slowly and tenderly. His virile meat speared into me time and time again as I clung to him and kissed so hard his lips must have been frayed. In the end it finished as it always does, a flurry of short, sharp jabs and then the final pumping and throbbing as he pleasured me with another flood of his creamy white sperm, Boy, that kid could cum. Maybe he'd been as frustrated as I'd been all afternoon but as he slipped free we went into another frantic love struggle. I almost forgot Simon, my true love but not quite, Max came a very close second. I rolled him onto his belly and studied his smooth brown flanks kissing and nibbling at his firm flesh... mine all mine.

'Nice and slow,' he whispered and opened his legs. It or he was the joining of a lifetime (again). Sweet and tender, rough and hard, all part and parcel of a good one. When I finally cum I surprised myself with the volume, this boy brought out the best in me and when we eventually parted we lay together as before in blissful exhaustion .

'I'm gonna enjoy the next couple of weeks,' I whispered as we covered ourselves against the night chill.

'Who's the picture,' he plucked the snapshot of Simon from the windowledge.

'Simon, my boyfriend.'

'Nice,' he grinned. 'You'll have to introduce me some time.'

'Next summer if things work out.'

'Sounds good,' he rolled onto his side and I snuggled up against his smooth back and soft bottom. I was in heaven and I was damn tired as well.

We did it all again at dawn and being high summer that was around five in the morning, it was as good as before. We were used to each other now but this time we took a cold shower and I can tell you that is torture, very Northern European jumping around in icy cold water at that hour of the day and amazingly enough we went back to bed and fell asleep again. As I drifted off I had the vaguest recollection that the kid brother was coming around later on but I let Max cuddle me, I'd handle Dominic if and when he arrived.

The next time I awoke Max was gone, he must have been very quiet but someone else was there and it was Dominic. To my surprise he was making coffee or tea and as I peeped pretending to be still alseep I had a chance to study him or his back. He was wearing navy blue ball cap, a sleeveless light blue t-shirt displaying his smooth brown arms and low slung khaki combat shorts... he was fucking gorgeous and that was from the back.

'Morning, Dom,' I spoke quietly trying not to startle him but letting him know I was awake.

'Max said he had a good night,' he giggled still facing away. 'You gotta be hot to handle him.'

'We got on OK,' I spoke modestly feeling quite pleased with myself. I love compliments especially from someone as dishy as Max.'

'Right,' he cackled and came over with coffee which had lumps of cream floating on top, he'd just about caught the milk before it turned. 'I put two sugars in.'

'Great.'

'You need to apologise for yesterday.'

'What for?'

'For making rude comments about my bum,' he grinned.

'Well, it is nice,' I grinned remembering the brief conversation. 'You're nice all over,' I let my eyes very obviously run from his cap to his sandals. The one thing that stuck out, stuck out. Making coffee must turn him on or it was the thought of what was to come and you can work that out for yourselves.

'Cheers,' he sat on the end of the bed and removed his cap. 'Gonna be hot in here,' he smirked and tugged his t-shirt off over his head. He was indeed a mini Max. The same colouring, the same nut brown flawless skin but more boyish and slender. 'You like?'

'Very much,' I reached out and taking his slender arm drew him down onto the bed alongside me. He lay completely at ease and turned inwards to meet my lips as my hand reached across to tug at his zip his hand snaked under the sheet and grasped my near hard erection.

'Mmmmm...' He almost purred as I stroked his smooth chest and gently rounded belly with the back of my hand a bit like checking drying paint. He was so smooth but had the faintest of fuzz below his navel and as his shorts fell open at the front I let my fingers run down and inside his tight briefs. I delved inside them feeling his crisp pubics and the heat of the base of his cock. Some stroking and caressing later and after shucking his shorts down around his ankles I slowly peeled his briefs down gradually exposing his sturdy five incher fully extended and with it's foreskin fully retracted. He moaned as my hand encircled it and I grasped it's smooth hardness and heat.

As I sucked on his hard nipples he moved around and kicked his shorts and briefs clear and returning my lazy passion kissing and then lapping until we must have looked like a bundle of arms and legs. He got a finger inside me which was fine as I managed to get down onto his sweet meat and take it right into the back of my throat. I could taste the sweet and sour of his dribbling as he slowly fucked into my mouth and reamed me with his fingers. I returned the compliment but lubed my finger before working it into his tight bottom and then the squirming began. He loved it, he pushed back and clamped onto my finger like a velveteen vice as I sucked and delved for his prostate. When I found it he whined and clamped even harder but he was getting harder and harder. He'd slid his finger free now and held my head as he face fucked me and at last gave a quavering moan and let fly.

Now with two fingers I rammed in deep and hard as I felt his hot cock and jerk and finally blast two powerful jets of thick boy spunk straight down my throat and then two further blasts which filled my mouth and even splashed on my cheek. He lay there gasping with my fingers still slowly moving in is tight brown arse and my tongue busy at lapping puddles of thick juice from his belly and navel. He came as much if not more than his brother. One pair of oversexed siblingsand as far as I knew, I had them all to myself.

'Fuck me,' he muttered. Now that's what I call blunt but I wasn't in a hurry. He was too good to rush and even drained and knackered he was still a vision laying there in his brown skinned glory sweaty and shiny with my spittle... time to get dirty.

I moved down the bed and lifted his legs, like a pro he drew his knees down to his chest and held then there as I ducked and sucked his soft cock and then his fuzzy scrotum. He made little appreciative gasps and sighs as I tracked across his perineum with my tongue and took my first taste of his sweaty and funky hole. He comntracted and eased as I lapped and prodded at his smooth ring and the thing dilated and then pouted as I lubricated it with my saliva and tried to force my tongue in. I didn't make a big deal of it as he had lube inside and he was now begging in hoarse whispers for me to do him and do him hard.

I couldn't wait, even after my night with Max I was so hard it was almost painful and I moved my swollen and slightly sore glans up against his yeilding and spit slick sphincter.

'Go on,' he smiled at me and holding my hardness held it firmly at his slippery entrance. One gentle push was all it took and I closed my eyes as I felt him open up to admit me and then the tightness and heat took me in. 'Yesss...' he sighed with satisfaction as I settled into his beautiful body quite easily and began to move in and out of his willing flesh as if we were made for each other.

As I made love to him and got bolder and stronger he made small mewing sounds and clamped on me accepting my six inches of solid flesh as it plugged him and then filled him as my pubics mashed up under his tight scrotum. His legs were pressing on my back binding me in when I came in a surprisingly short time. All the sweaty love and passion I had in me surged and burst into his tight bottom and he wriggled and held himself tightly to me accepting it all apart from the dribble oozing from his hole as I slowly withdrew. We lay their in our funk and sweat idly kissing and stroking each other. I loved his delicate ears, his bristly hair and his strong jawline. I loved everything about him and his brother and Simon. What a slut.

I had two weeks to go and they were going to be good weeks. I had another letter from Simon I had to reply to. I must get a picture of Max and Dominic to sent... I'd make him so jealous. Well, maybe not but you know what I mean. I stretched in the bed and Dom turned into me and started to dry hump against my leg, the brat was hard again and I laughed out loud and turned to face him.

'Are we doing it again before we meet up with Max?' He whispered and placed a kiss on the tip of my nose.

I just stared back and smiled slightly... two weeks to go and as for doing it again, of course we are, that's what a Summer Fling is all about.

THE END.

There you go. I hope you enjoyed it, probably another one I over extended a bit but there you go. A failing of mine is getting an idea in my head and then galloping off without a clear ending in sight for which I apologise. That's the trouble with soaps on TV, they're not really written with an end in sight... a bit like my stories. I had a couple of letters telling me that Chater 4 'limped' a bit so I hope this one made up for it.

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