I was on a work bench on the promenade at Playa Las Americas with my coffee and the latest English language speech newspaper. Looking out over the beach and the bring in blueish Atlantic. Enjoying the warm cockcrow sun. A holiday in Tenerife was just what I needed. A week away from a trying few months at work. We 'd intended for my wife to be there, but at the lowest minute she 'd had to cancel because of her job. But she told me I should go on my own, anyway. Knowing how much I needed a break.

As I sat there, I was people watching. Vacationers walked up and down in movement of me in a uninterrupted current. Some fellowship, some grouping of young guys, some group of immature female child. The warm weather, even so early in the day, prompting some very skimpy article of clothing.
Girls in tiny swimsuits were attracting my attending. I had on my sunglass to disguise where I was looking. Then a foreign thing happened. A Brigham Young man about 20 passed in straw man of me. He was wearing speedos and nothing else. Just carrying a bag and a potable.
His slim, smooth torso somehow distracted me. I turned my brain as he passed and watched him. From the rump, I watched his tail end as he walked away. It moved like a female child 's and I found myself staring. He turned his question and looked at me. There was nonentity near him. It was obvious I was looking only at him. He had caught me checking him out.
He smiled a sly smile, turned and continued on his way. Wow, what was that all about ? I thought to myself. I 'm not gay. I do n't get turned on by guys.
But I realized that I had been turned on by this younker. His smooth, suntanned skin and his feminine ass in those pie-eyed speedos had had an force.
Too much of an core, in fact. I had an erection. Oh god ! I 'd had got an erection from looking at a boy ! What was going on ? But one thing was going on. I was horny as hell.
I wanted to go back to my hotel but I could n't get up because my operose cock would be making a big tent in my shorts. I could blot out it behind my paper, I guessed, but it would be so obvious. I decided I should just sit tight for a little while and let it subside. I opened up my composition and started to arrest up on the sports.
My top dog was buried in the paper so I did n't notice immediately that he was approaching. Only when a tincture covered me, I looked up and there he was ! The Saame young man who had had such a rummy impression on me a lilliputian while ago.
'' hello '' he said. `` Can I link you '' ?
I lowered my composition. He stood there, in forepart of me. The first thing I saw was the bulge of his penis wrapped up in his tiny swimming costume. It took an endeavour to look up to his face.
'' Uh, hi. Yes, I guess '' I was stammering.
He sat down next to me. Close. I felt his leg touching mine.
'' I caught you '' he said.
'' Caught me ? ``
'' Yes, you were looking at my ass ''
'' No, no, not me '' I denied it, but I could feel the rakehell rushing to my face.
'' It 's OK. I know you were. I think you liked it. ``
'' I was n't. Honestly. ``
'' Do n't be shy. You can admit it. ``
I was mum.
Then : `` No you 're mistaken '' I told him, firmly.
'' OK, if you say so '' he said, although his look of vocalism was saying 'you are lying and we both know it'.
He went on his way. I sat for a few more minutes and headed back to my room.
My hotel was designed in such a way that every elbow room had a balcony overlooking the ocean and each was private.
I enjoyed the opportunity to strip down off my underdrawers and lie naked in the sun. There is no feeling like it.
As I lay there, my thoughts went back to the alluring young man I had encountered and I felt my cock stirring.
My hand slipped down my body and I idly started stroking myself. The sun lotion I had liberally spread all over made it tardily for me to run my script up and down my stiffening diaphysis and soon I was masturbating. My fist gripped my hard lance and slid up and down its distance as I released my inhibitions and allowed myself to think about the boy.
This was MY fantasy, no need to be ashamed while I jerked off. Jerked off thinking about ...
In my creative thinker I thought of his ass in those speedos. Recalled how his impertinence moved as he walked away from me.
I thought about the bulge I had seen as he stood in front line of me.
I fantasized about what might suffer happened if I 'd admitted to him that I had been looking at his ass and pelvis and body as he passed me.
The mental image of his ass in my head.
Imagining how it would experience to touch him. To run my thenar over the curve of his sweetened behind.
stroke myself. Oh god I was so hard.
Wondering what his cock looked like.
Stroking myself. Up and down. Harder. Faster. The boy in my nous 's eye.
It was only a minute of arc or two before I came. Strong as I can retrieve cumming since I was a teenage.
The cum snap out and up my breast. to the highest degree of it slithered down off my oiled consistency and onto the towel that was under me. A minuscule pool formed in the hole of my sternum.
On a whim I dipped my fingerbreadth into it and brought it to my mouthpiece.
Again with the new stuff ! I had never in my life been with a guy or thought about it. Yet here I was, having an orgasm thinking about a guy and now I was tasting my cum for the first time.
I sucked my digit top and then advertise my digit deep into my lip. Something else new.
And, as I lay there with two fingers going down into my oral cavity, I thought about sucking that boy 's cock.

That night, I masturbated again to the same fantasies. It was suddenly becoming an fixation and I was regretting my denials to the boy that daybreak. I decided that I would definitely not do so again. And I went to slumber hoping that the young man took a regular walk along the perambulation each morning, because I was definitely going to be there tomorrow, in case he passed by.

I was down there again early the adjacent day. Eager. On the Same judiciary, Lapp coffee berry, same paper. Pretending to read behind my shades, but really keeping a watchful eye for the youthful adonis who had approached me the morning before.
My mind was made up that I would contain him to my way if he stopped again. I had chosen not to bear boxers under my underdrawers today ; it added to the chill I was feeling.
And then .... there he was. Still in those tiny speedos, sauntering along the boardwalk. A beach-bag hanging from his shoulder.
He swayed his pelvic girdle as he walked. Even from the front I could see the sensual movement of his hips and recalled the ingathering of his fast minuscule bum.
He turned his drumhead towards me and made a wry slight smile.
I lifted my sunglasses to my frontal bone and looked at him. Today I was n't going to pretend a want of stake. In fact, today I wanted him to know that I was very interested.
He changed course of instruction and slowed to a stop, standing next to where I was sitting.
We both faced out to sea. His sweet ass barely covered in the silky fabric of his swim costume was a foot from my cheek.
'' So, Mr `` I was n't looking '', how are you today ? ``
'' Very well thank you. ``
'' Today you are looking at me. ``
'' Yes, and I was yesterday. I am sorry I denied it. It was rude. ``
'' Rude to stare at son half your age, or rude to deny it ? ``
Hmmm which ? What was the right answer ?
'' Both, I suppose. ``
'' well, perhaps I will forgive you two clip. ``
'' What 's your epithet ? ``
'' Luke, what 's yours ? ``
'' Michael '', I told him.
'' howdy Michael, I am pleased to meet you. ``
'' I 'm please to meet you too, St. Luke. I 'm glad to see you today. ''
'' I think I can make you more pleased, Michael '' he murmured. Still looking away from me. Still teasing me with the proximity of his youthful body.
'' Would you like to sit ? '' I asked. I was intensely cognizant of his sexy bum so close to me and was fighting an itch to either angle my face towards it or to arouse a bridge player and head start fondling him.
He turned and looked down at me.
'' No I think you must buy me breakfast. ``
'' Where ? '' I asked.
'' Room service '' he replied `` which is you hotel ? ``
I told him the gens. It was half-mile to the South.
'' Come on ! '' he told me and walked off in that direction.
I stood to take after. I realized that I had another erection. Pulled my shirt down as well as I could and tried to hide it but it was too obvious.
He turned and saw my situation. Laughed, and then walked on more quickly.
I had to hustle to observe up and it made hiding the protrusion in my shorts out of the question.
The quick walk pace had my peter bouncing up and down inside the loose underdrawers, rubbing against the material and making me even further aroused.
passer-by were noticing .... an older man chasing after a Loretta Young fem-boy and with a hard-on.
But these were all strangers to me, I decided. I ceased caring and caught up with my new ally.
I reached out and put a hired hand on his forearm.
He checked his footstep. We walked on together.
multitude coming towards us could still plainly see that I was sexually aroused. I saw many people Pres Young, old, manlike and female staring at the swelling in my shorts, looking at this mismatched couple and I saw several dissimilar reactions.
There was jolt on many faces as they jumped to the rightfield conclusion.
I saw two men look at me with invidia. We walked past one guy, around Saint Luke 's age, sitting on a wall. I saw him looking at us and he moved his deal and quickly grabbed his packet, giving himself a squeeze. I heard him `` tut tut '' quietly, bit the smile on his nerve was one of approval.
Another man was walking with his fellowship. His married woman was oblivious as her married man stared at my Quaker, looked to my lumpy shorts, looked back over Luke 's smooth, tanned body and finally into my eyes. The corners of his mouth came up in an almost imperceptible grin, his eyebrows raised and lowered in a flicker and he nodded ever so slightly as we passed. He knew. He was probably into it. A get hitched with man, with homosexual fantasies. Like me.
I should be ashamed .... It actually made me more aroused.

We headed into the hotel footing, past the pool orbit and through the lobby to the elevator. almost people were coming down from their suite and we had a car to ourselves. I hit 6 and the doors closed. I wanted to disturb him. I wanted to feel his smooth skin under my hands. But I did n't require to be seen on the security measure photographic camera, molesting a boy half my age, so we stood in secretiveness. He moved closer to me. It took all my will power to go along my hands to myself. We got to my flooring and I could n't reject. I put my mitt on his sweet ass and steered him to the right, towards my room.
The maid had already been, so the place was tidy. But I hung the Do Not Disturb sign, anyway, and closed the door.
Luke dropped his beach-bag, turned to me and asked `` what do you desire to do ? ``
'' Did you want breakfast ? ``
'' No, that was just a joke. I want something else. ``
I stammered .... now I had to confess something to him ...
'' I .... I, um, I never did anything like this before. ''
'' Oh I know, Michael. I know. But you want to do n't you ? ``
I did. I wanted to.
'' Yes ''. My part was calm.
'' Shall I tell you what I think you want ? ``
'' Yes, Luke ''
'' I think you want to take up my pecker. ''
His paw went down inside the social movement of his swimming trunks and he started rubbing himself. I watched his knuckles through the sheer material.
'' You can touch yourself, if you like '' he told me. I moved my hand to the battlefront of my drawers and rubbed my hard cock.
As I touched, I noticed that precum had made a wet spot there. Had that been there as we walked past all those people ? Oh no ! How embarrassing !
But now it did n't matter. I rubbed myself as I watched St. Luke playing with his cock and balls.
'' And I think you might like to fuck me, Michael '' St. Luke said, and turned around again.
He bent at the waist and, with one hand on each hip, started slowly slipping out of his speedos.
The top of the gap of his ass came into survey. He looked behind himself at me and grinned.
'' You like my ass, Michael ? ``
'' Yes .... yes I do ''
I was entranced. Even if I 'd wanted to I could n't have taken my oculus off his bottom as he slowly revealed it to me.
'' I know it 's sexy. I knew you were looking at me yesterday. ``
'' I was. I was. It is so aphrodisiac. I never looked at a boy before you. ``
'' I know. I know. It 's OK, though. Just bask looking at me now. Do n't experience shamefaced. ``
I was so arduous. My rooster felt like Fe and I traced its outline with my fingers through the material of my underdrawers.
The speedos came down to the elevation of his thighs and he straightened up.
I watched as he flexed the brawn of his ass, first one cheek then the other, making it terpsichore for me.
His bridge player went back to the figurehead and I watched him from behind as he stroked his stopcock.
I reached out and tugged his speedos down to his ankle joint. He stepped out of them and disseminate his legs.
'' You can touch me if you want ''
I moved to my knees behind him. My olfactory organ was inches from his raw bottom. Starting at his sura, I moved my handwriting gradually up. Hi skin felt as unruffled as it looked. What little pilus he had on his peg was fine and balmy.
I moved my hands around to the front end of his thighs and I pulled him towards me. On my knee joint, hugging him from keister. Placing my cheek against his ass. Feeling the skin of his body on my face.
'' Yes, Michael. That 's correctly. Love my body. You know you want me. You want to take up me. You want to fuck me. ``
He reached down and took my hand from his thigh and raised it so that I could touch his hard phallus.
It was erect and I could find that there was no hair anywhere. But it was smooth. This youth had waxed.
His prick felt wonderful in my hand and I stroked him from buns, still kneeling.
His beautiful ass was there and I could n't stop myself ... I kissed the cheeks of his ass all over while I stroked his hard pecker from behind.
But, I wanted to see it. His penis. Wanted to watch myself stroking him.
With my early bridge player I gently pressed on his leg ... wordlessly asking him to sprain around.
He turned towards the direction of the hand on his cock and I saw my hired hand on another man 's cock for the world-class time.
'' You like doing this, do n't you Michael ? ``
'' Yes Luke. I did n't have intercourse. I did n't experience it would be so good to touch a laborious putz. ``
He moved his hips gently in time with the rhythm of my hand.
'' Do you want to put it in your mouth, Michael ? ``
My hands went to his ass and I pulled him to me. I opened my mouth and took him inside.
His cock felt great in my rima oris. He placed his men on the rear of my principal and held me. I sucked and licked him.
'' Yes, Michael. Yes, you like my cock, do n't you ? You like sucking cock. ``
With his cock trench in my back talk, I could only nod. `` Mmmm Hmmm '' was all I could manage. I did n't need to conduct his shaft out of my mouth.
'' You might make me cum, Michael. Do you want me to cum in your sassing ? ``
Yesterday I masturbated, thinking about this youth shooting his cum into my mouth. And, to add to my illusion, I had tasted my own cum for the initiatory time. While I thought about Saint Luke.
Thought about his Henry Sweet bum, thought about sucking him off.
Having him cum in my lip for actual was fantasy turned into reality. I gripped his ass tighter and sucked harder. Bobbed my head back and Forth on his peter. Sucked him until I felt his behind clench.
'' I will cum in your sassing, Michael ''
'' Mmmmmmm '' I held on. My lips tight round the base of his cock. Kneading his ass with my fingers.
'' '' Now, Michael ! ''
His sperm spurted from his cock. I opened up and some cum escaped, trickled down my Kuki, but I kept most if it in my mouth. He withdrew his cock and I closed my back talk.
Then I was capable to whirlpool his cum around in my mouth and was capable to savour it properly. And then I swallowed. It was dandy. Tasted nicer than my own. Or maybe I was getting to like the appreciation more.
Before yesterday I had never tasted cum at all, and now I was able to crap comparison !
I stayed there on my knees for a minute, savoring the lingering taste in my mouth.

He reached down and grasped my hand. Lifted me to my human foot. I stood in front man of his bare consistency. His glistening tool was beginning to turn a loss its hardness. As I looked down, I realized how flyspeck Luke was. I stand at 6'and he must have been a full foot light than me. But he was perfectly formed !
His fingers found the release of my short and the zip and he quickly had them down. His hands worked their way up under my t-shirt and he ran his hands over my pectoralis and then his fingertips played with my mammilla. It was such a fine sensation. I tugged the shirt off and then we stood facing each other. Two defenseless male person. My hardon poking him.
'' That was so overnice. You gave me a fantastic cum, Michael ''
I was delight and told him so.
'' Did you like it ? Did you like sucking me ? Did you like having a rooster in your mouth ? Did you like a boy cumming in your oral cavity ? ``
'' Yes, yes, yes and yes ''
'' You made me finger special, Michael. '' I smiled down at him. `` Can we buss now ? '' he asked.
He strained upwards toward me and I leaned down. I placed my lips on his. They were as soft and smooth as the rest of his skin. It was like kissing a girl. He opened his mouth, inviting me to put my tongue into it.
My hands roamed all over his miserly smooth body as we continued for several minutes.
Then I put my arms under the cheek of his ass as we kissed and lifted his slim body. He climbed up onto me. His branch wrapped around my waistline. My erect penis was rubbing against the crack of his ass.
Gospel of Luke broke away, still in my arms, still lifted off the floor and looked into my eyes.
'' Do you want to have sex me, Michael ? ``
Oh jeez. Do I require to jazz this sexy boy ?
'' There 's nothing in the populace I want to do more, Luke ''
'' I want you to. I want to feel your cock in my ass. ``
'' I want to hump you Gospel According to Luke. Your ass is so sexy. ''
He unwrapped his legs and slipped down to the floor. He went to his beach-bag and grabbed a bottle. Turned to me and winked.
'' I like to be prepared when I meet horny older men. ``
He squirted some lubrication onto my hammer and rubbed it up and down.
'' Oh Michael ... look how big and hard you are ! '' I nearly shot my cum just from his touch. But he finished covering me with lubricant just in time.
Then I might have cum again just from the wad of Luke bending over and pushing slippery fingers into himself.
He watched my reaction over his shoulder.
'' You like that ? '' he asked. I had no voice to reply. But he knew the resolution and took his time, fingers going in and out of his ass while I stared at the show he was giving me.
Then Luke went into the bathroom and came out with a towel. Pulled back the covers on the bed so that there was just the bottom sheet, laid out the towel and, at survive, lay down on his bay window.
His slim, smooth, aphrodisiac bottom lifted just off the bed.
'' piece of tail me Michael. You want my ass. I want your dick. ``
I was on him in an instant. The sexy ass under me was quickly impaled by my hard turncock. He was ready for me and I slipped my entire length into him in one thrust.
His ass gripped my turncock gently and firmly at the same time. It was the most stupefy sensation.
'' Oh Luke, you sexy boy '' I whispered into his ear. Beginning to get laid in and out of his sweet, pie-eyed ass.
Bouncy, bouncy ass. Smooth, soft, receptive.
He lifted himself up to meet me as I drove my cock into him again and again.
'' You like fucking me, Michael '' he said.
'' Yes, Luke. I like fucking you '' I nuzzled the nucha of his neck opening as my cock went deeper and recondite into his bum.
'' Boy 's asses, Michael. Now you know what you like ''
'' Now I know ''
'' Kiss me Michael ''
He twisted under me and I lowered myself to reach his lips. Thrusting my rosehip over and over, pushing my tongue into his lip ; pushing my prick into his ass.
He wanted more amour and moved so that he was on his back and I was between his legs. His arm came up around my neck and his ankles on my shoulders. My cock drove cryptic still into his lithe, slim body.
I gripped the confection cheeks of his ass as I fucked him and, with his arms still clinging onto me, I raised myself. I was standing now, with this man-boy impaled on my shaft. His ankles on my shoulders and my hands supporting his ass.
I walked out onto the balcony.
The sun warmed our bare physical structure as I fucked Saint Luke 's ass.
I laid him on the sunlounger and fucked him there.
I leaned him against the balcony rail and fucked him from behind as we looked out over the ocean.
I bent him over the table. Fucked him some more.
Then I took him back into my arms and he climbed back onto me.
Again I was holding him in the air by the face of his ass and I lowered him down onto my erect cock.
His ass slipped over my meat and I lowered him down as far as he could take it.
He clung on to me. It was prominent.
His sass were locked on mine and I was lifting his entire body up and down on my cock.
Soon, too soon - I wanted to fuck his ass all day, feel his ass enveloping my putz - I knew I was close to cumming.
With my cock still inside him, I carried St. Luke from the balcony back into the room and laid him down on the bed.
He flipped back onto his belly and lifted his ass up for me ...
I climbed up behind him and started fucking him doggy-style, but soon we were flatter on the bed and my weight was supported on my forearms on either side of him. I liked feeling his bare skin against mine. I lowered myself again and he took my weightiness as I shoved my rooster into his ass sentence after clock time after time.
The ecstasy was building. This lad, this femboi, this temptation, this unbelievably aphrodisiac ass that my cock was buried in ... .. was bringing me to my peak.
'' I 'm going to cum, Luke ''
'' Mmm yes. Cum up my bum. You know you want to. You 're going to have an orgasm from fucking a boy up the ass, Michael. Naughty man. Do you palpate effective ? Does my ass finger proficient on your rooster ? ``
'' Fucking excellent ! '' and I came.
Like never before in my spirit.
More than that get-go shadowy hand-job behind the bicycle sheds.
More than that first ever blowie from the girl who 's name I never remembered but who 's mouth I will never forget ....
Sir Thomas More than my first ever fuck.
This was more. This was artificial. My cum filled his petty motherfucker and with each thrust of my spurting strut some leaked out onto the towel he had put down.
I fucked in and in and into him. Cumming and cumming and cumming until I was discharge. Until I felt like all my bodily fluids were inside this sexy kid 's ass.
I was spent. I collapsed onto him for a minute and then we rolled as one onto our incline. My cock stayed in his ass.
'' Oh Luke, you were amazing '' I breathed into his ear.
'' You were as well, Michael ''
He moved away and my cock slipped out. He got up and went to the toilet. I heard the shower.
I lay there catching my breathing space and then I must hold drifted off in the warm air coming in through the balcony doorway.
The sound of the room door close brought me awake. Luke was gone.
But the computer memory he had provided would sustain me for age .