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HOLIDAY IN THE CANARIES - PART 1
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by STEVE JENKINS
When I was 17 I went to the Canary Islands for a summer holiday with some of my buddies. The guys I went with were all straight, mostly football boys and "casuals".
We were all staying in a hotel in Las Palmas. My buddies were always getting pissed and going to discos looking for birds, but I quite often went off on my own to look for boys.
I love to see guys in tight stretch jeans. The best place for that is in Spain and the Canary Islands ... the Spanish boys all wear 'em ... some of 'em are REALLY hunky with tanned, muscular bodies and showing off massive bulges in their tight jeans! I spent a lot of time just eyeing up the hunks on the Town Beach at Las Palmas and getting rock hard! As well as the ones in stretch jeans, there were loads of other teenage guys larking about on the beach in skimpy swimming trunks - mostly black or red - not much more than posing pouches - and they didn't leave much to the imagination!! Tight, firm little asses, and sometimes just a few wisps of curly pubic hair poking out invitingly above the waist of their trunks.
Sometimes it all got too much, and quite a few times I had to dash across to my hotel room to relieve the straining bulge in MY jeans!
Before long, I realised it was getting too frustrating just watching. There didn't seem to be much future in chasing after the boys on the Town Beach .... they were all with their Spanish pals or girl friends. I decided it was time to go a bit further afield and try to find some ACTION!
Well the first place I found was a beach called Maspalomas .... it was all sand dunes. I had heard about that beach, it was quite well known as a gay place. Sure enough, there were lots of fellas all walking around in the nude showing off their dicks! I sat down amongst some bushes and watched for a while. I saw quite a lot of 'em jacking each other off and even fucking occasionally. But I never joined in cos they were all much older than me and I didnt really fancy 'em. They were mostly Germans I guess.
I was just about to give up and walk back to the bus stop when I caught sight of another guy about the same age as me ..... he was half hidden inside a large bush, all on his own and I could see he was jacking off while he was watching all the activities in the dunes nearby! I felt my own dick stirring inside my jeans and my stomach muscles contracting with excitement and expectation! I went slowly over to the bush and sat down right beside it ....
The boy inside looked a bit scared when I approached and he clumsily tried to shove his hard cock back inside his jeans. I remember thinking "Christ, I hope I ain't gonna scare him off!" So I sort of whispered to him "It's alright pal, I'm a bit shy too! Can I come in there and watch along with you?" He seemed to understand, cos he looked a bit unsure but then he just nodded and waved to me to come and join him.
I crawled in underneath the bush .... there wasn't much room in there and our bodies were pressed close together. I could feel his warm breath against my face and my 7" prick got rock hard instantly. I could feel a drop of juice squeezing out at the tip as my cock strained inside my jeans. Now I could see the lad properly, he was really nice! He would be about 17, the same as me. He had pure blond hair, cut quite short, a smooth bare chest and well-worn but spotlessly clean stone-washed 501s, with the waist and ALL the buttons undone! He was slim and clean-shaven, with beautiful shining white teeth and bright blue eyes. There was just a little wispy blond hair on his tanned forearms.
Well I was bare to the waist myself, just wearing a pair of ice-blue Wrangler stretch jeans and white tennis shoes. I had nothing on under my jeans, and the aroused state of my cock was very obvious .... it was a good thing that my jeans were the STRETCH type!!
I whispered to him, "Hello buddy! I'm Steve, on holidays here from Britain. Where are you from?"
You can imagine my excitement when he put his bare arm round my neck and shoulders and said, "Hi Steve! I'm Mats, from Stockholm in Sweden. I'm on holidays too."
I could feel his warm body pressing against mine. There was just a little sweet smell of the male sweat under his armpit, which aroused me even more. So I put my left arm round his shoulders too and cuddled him closer to me. I whispered right into his ear, "C'mon, let's watch together!", and tickled the inside of his ear with my tongue. As I held him close to me I could feel his heart beating fast and strong! We were both panting a bit with the heat and the excitement.
Just then, a couple of German guys came along the dunes. They were laughing, talking in German and pushing each other about in the sand. They were both just wearing swimming trunks, nothing else. Suddenly they stopped and flopped down on the sand just a few yards away from us. Mats pulled me tighter against him, expectantly. The two guys didn't seem to see us, cos they immediately peeled off each others trunks. We could see both of 'em had rampant hard, uncut cocks! One of the guys lay down on his back on the sand and his buddy started licking his balls and cock ... we could hear his groans of delight.
Well as you can probably imagine, that was the signal for Mats and me to get started. I slid my free hand down Mats' smooth chest and stomach, till I could feel the curly tops of his pubes just below the open waist of his 501s. Just an inch further, and his solid, thick prick was in my eager hand! It was a beauty .... almost 8", uncut and throbbing in my sweaty palm! I felt his whole body shudder as I gripped his solid shaft and stroked it gently. I brushed the tip with my thumb ... there was a little droplet of precum there, and I smoothed it over his gleaming glans. By this time, Mats was fumbling with the zip on my stretch jeans and I felt him slide it down and rip the waist button open ..... cor! wot a relief! as my rock hard dick escaped from its lair and I felt Mats' soft hand folding round it and rubbing the foreskin gently up and down over my shining, wet knob!!
As we jacked each other off gently, we could just see the 2 Germans getting into a 69 position on the sand and hear 'em both starting to groan with pleasure as they fucked each other's eager faces. I started licking Mats' face and neck, working down gradually over his chest and stomach. I could taste the salty sweat on his gorgeous muscular Nordic body! As I moved my face downwards ovr his smooth chest, I could feel his warm tongue licking the back of my neck, and then down my backbone ..... and still he was working on my throbbing dick, very gradually getting faster. I could feel the hot jism starting to well up at the root of my cock, and my balls starting to tighten!
Suddenly he stopped and whispered, "Quick! Let's do it like these guys out there!" Somehow he managed to wriggle round inside the bush so that he was right on top of me, in a 69 position. I could feel him taking the end of my hot cock in his warm mouth. At the same time, I felt him sliding my jeans down my thighs and his groping hands started forcing apart the cheeks of my tight arse. Without thinking, I just automatically started to do the same to him ... I was gasping for breath cos he was lying right on top of me with his cock and balls pressing hard against my face. I was sliding my hands down the back of his 501s, down and down, till I felt my finger tips touching the ring of his smooth, slippery arse. As I pushed my finger in, first gently, then more roughly, he suddenly rammed his huge, thick cock deep into my throat and started pumping it in and out violently. I could feel his blond curly pubes battering against my face as he fucked my mouth like fury! At the same time he was fingering my own ass-hole furiously and pumping my throbbing cock with his lips and tongue.
My mouth was filled with the salty taste of sweat and pre-cum, I was almost suffocating as his throbbing meat rammed up and down in my throat, but I didn't care .... it was sheer bliss! I felt the big globs of jism surging up my cock .... just at that moment, Mats pulled back his mouth and pumped my prick furiously so that I shot loads of hot, spurting jism all over his face and neck. At the same time, he pulled his pulsating cock from the depths of my gasping throat and spurted his thick, creamy boy-jism right in my face and down my sweating chest. We both came and came ... hot spurts splashing all over each other's naked bodies. As we shot our loads, we could hear squeals of delight from the two Germans outside, who were also coming to their climax at the same time as us!
We both collapsed in each other's arms, exhausted but satisfied.
I asked Mats to come and visit me in my hotel later that week, but I never saw him again after that afternoon at Maspalomas! You know how it is with these "holiday romances"! However, we both went home with happy memories of our holidays. I often wonder if Mats has had as many J-O's as I have since then, remembering about the fun we had that day!
Well that is the end of the true story about me and Mats on holiday. But that was not the only fun I had on that holiday in Las Palmas! Part 2 of the story is all about some Spanish boys I met later in a bar in Las Palmas! Look for it on this BBS!
Cheers from Steve Jenkins
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: rsimac@netcom.com (Robert Simac) Subject: Canary pt2 (mm teen) Date: Sun, 14 Aug 1994 17:28:50 GMT
HOLIDAY IN THE CANARIES - PART 2
SPANISH BOYS!
By Steve Jenkins
Well, as you can probably imagine, my experience at Maspalomas had cheered me up quite a lot. There really WAS some life in the Canary Islands after all!
The next evening my buddies decided they were going on a bus excursion to some kind of barbecue/disco. It was going to go on until 2 a.m. "Good!", I thought, secretly, "That means I'll have the hotel room to myself until at least 2 o'clock!" So I made some excuse that I didn't want to go to the barbecue and made up my mind I was gonna try and find some more interesting company for the evening!
At about 7.30 I got ready to go out. I put on my tightest ice-blue stretch Wranglers (nothing underneath!), red and white trainers and a nice new T- shirt. After a few minutes of posing in front of the mirror in the hotel room, satisfying myself that the big bulge in my jeans was in the right place and suitably enticing-looking (well, so I thought!), I hit the streets of down-town Las Palmas.
First of all, I walked along the promenade in front of the Town Beach.It was not very busy - most of the tourists had gone back to their hotels - and there were just a few groups of locals soaking in the evening sunshine, or kicking footballs around on the beach.
I came to the end of the beach and started walking towards the town of Las Palmas. Suddenly, something about 100 yards ahead of me caught my eye. It was a group of about 5 or 6 Spanish boys, walking in the same direction, towards the town. They were all about the same age as me, or maybe a year or two older - about 18 or 19. They were laughing and pushing each other around on the pavement.
I speeded up a little, to try and catch up with 'em so I could have a closer look. As I got a bit nearer I could see that they were all REALLY hunky, wearing skin-tight jeans, sports shoes and brightly coloured T- shirts with short sleeves. I could hear 'em laughing and shouting in Spanish to each other as they went along the road. I couldn't take my eyes off their tight little buns and their jeans clinging tightly to their thighs and calves as they walked along! They had beautiful, smooth, tanned skins and muscular arms bursting out of their T-shirts.
I decided to follow them to see where they would go.
I followed them at a discreet distance for quite a long way. We were starting to come into the tall buildings and shopping area of the main town. Suddenly they turned down a side street and I just got to the corner in time to see 'em going down some stairs into an underground bar. It looked like a little disco, but you didn't have to pay to go in.
After a minute I plucked up enough courage to go in ....
Inside it was just like a little disco-bar. It was quite dimly lit, with flashing coloured lights and loud rock music. There were about 20 young Spanish guys in there, all aged about 18 or 19.
But there was ONE boy who caught my eye, sitting at the bar on his own chatting to the barman. He was a bit younger looking than the rest of em - he looked about 16. He had tight RED jeans, a punky T-shirt and he was wearing a silver chain on his neck .... he looked REAL horny and nice!!! I sat on a stool beside him and got myself a beer.
Well it never crossed my mind at the time that it might be a gay bar cos it was just like a normal bar, with lots of amusement machines and football games with guys playing on 'em, and a loud juke box. However, the scenery was certainly nice and I was enjoying my beer! Looking back now, I should perhaps have noticed there were no chicks in there, but for some reason that just didn't strike me at the time!
After a while a Spanish boy came up and asked where I was from - he could speak just a little English. He seemed quite friendly, and he went and told his buddies about me. They talked together for a while.
They were ALL nice ... every one of 'em was hunky! So, beginning to feel a bit more at ease, I got talking to the young one in the red jeans, and I bought him a drink. He had a really horny, husky voice, half whispering to me, very close to my face!! I could feel my cock twitching in my jeans as my knee brushed against his leg while we spoke! I wanted to wrap my arms around his slim, bronzed, boyish body and slip my hands down the back of these tight red jeans!!! But I managed, with difficulty, to control myself by telling myself, "Watch it, Steve! He ain't gay!" He was asking where I'd been on my holidays, so I told him 'Maspalomas' - and he sort of snickered! Then he started talking fast in Spanish to his pals; I didn't understand much of what they were saying, but the word 'Maspalomas' came up several times and they were all falling over laughing. I thought they were taking the mickey!
Anyway I just sat there for a while admiring the scenery. I got a few more beers ..... and I got another drink for the hunky lad next to me in the red jeans. He seemed quite grateful.
After a while, I needed to take a piss, so I got up and looked for the john - it was up at the back of the room in a corner ....
Well, when I went in I stopped in my tracks in amazement, cos there were two of the Spanish boys standing with their jeans wide open and holding each others hard, thick, uncut cocks!!!
Fuck me! I almost came on the spot!
They half turned away, looking a bit embarrassed, but I managed to splutter something like 'Can I join in too?'
To my surprise, they just pointed to one of the stalls and went in, then waved to me to follow em. WOW!!
Well I followed 'em in, and they quickly yanked me in with 'em and bolted the door. It was crowded in there... we were all pressed together, them with their hard dicks out!!! They were both BEAUTIFUL boys, about 18, with tight jeans and vests on, big tanned muscular arms. One of 'em undid my jeans an slid 'em down to my knees.
The other one, without saying a word, got a hold of my throbbing dick. It was as big and rock hard as theirs - they were both well built ... thick 7" cocks with lots of foreskin!
Well, we were all jerking each other for a bit then one of 'em got down on his knees and started licking my balls, while his buddy was pressing up behind me with his hard dick pushing between the cheeks of my bare ass, and his arms round my waist, pumping my cock like mad with both hands! It was HEAVEN!! I was almost cumming .....
..... then, all of a sudden, there was this terrific HAMMERING at the door of the stall ... FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Terror!! I really thought it was the Spanish cops!!! Or at the very least, the manager about to throw us out!
Then a voice outside shouted something in Spanish, and one of the guys in there with me unbolted the door.
FUCK ME!!!! It was the kid with the red jeans I had met earlier in the bar
..... and now he had a HUGE bulge straining to get out!!!
They yanked him in and locked the door again. Now it was REALLY crowded, 4 of us in there. The young guy struggled to get his weapon out ... it was HUGE!!! Almost 9"!! With a gleaming, moist pink nob, exposed by the foreskin which was already rolled right back. His two heavy balls dangled invitingly behind the root of his prick - just ASKING to be licked and gobbled by my drooling mouth!
It was like a fuckin' wet dream!! Next thing, this kid with the MASSIVE knob and his red jeans down around his ankles, whispered to me in his husky voice, "Eenglish boy! You like suck? Suck me? Yeah ..?"
He was pumping his cock right under my nose, I could smell the pre-cum on it! Fuckin' 'ell! I knelt down on the floor and got his hard, throbbing cock right down my throat .. it was half choking me.
Meantime the other 2 were on the top of the toilet seat .... one had his legs up over his pal's shoulders and was having his ass-hole fucked like mad! The kid I was sucking was reaching down and jerking my stiff cock with his hand as I bent down in front of him, and he was gasping with pleasure as my tongue explored his warm, pulsating cock-head and my lips worked his loose foreskin faster, and faster, up and down his thick throbbing shaft ...
Fuckin' GLORY!!! .... I felt myself starting to spurt, and at the same time I felt the torrents of boy-jism rushing up the kid's thick cock in my mouth ... he shot LOADS deep into my throat, in hot thick spurts - again and again and again!!
I was shooting my bolt like mad .. my hot, steaming jism shot in great spurts all over the kid's briefs, and over his red jeans that were down around his feet.
The other two were grunting and moaning, they were cumming too. There was sweat and jism everywhere!!!!! What a fuckin' experience!!!
Shit!! I was soaking, with sweat as well as jizz. That was a true story ... what a fuckin' holiday that was. I would love to go back there again!
Bye for now! Steve Jenkins.
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