Date Posted:03:25:27 02/03/08 Sun Author:Zustara Subject: (S) "Mediterranean Blue", Part 6
By all rights this part should have been done and posted by friday evening, but right around then I was busy coming down with a fairly nasty cold and it still holds me in its iron grip causing me to cough and sneeze like crazy. I'm going through tissues like there's no tomorrow, it's really not funny. :P
To top it all off I got this really strange phone call around 2:11AM where a (probably drunk) woman spewed insults at me and then hung up. No caller ID - she'd disabled it. I think it was a 2nd cousin of mine or whatsitscalled who's previously flirted with me which makes me ask myself if ALL women on my mother's side are stark raving lunatics? Luckily I was already awake so at least she didn't ruin my already bad sleep. :P
AAAAaanyway... Here's some of what I've written so far. I was hoping to get more done soon because I have an interesting situation lined up after this chapter, but feeling crappy like I do now I don't know when I'll manage. Also, I've not proofread this chapter as well as I probably should, I just wanted the damn thing posted. Sorries for any goofs or errors, I'm still feeling ill. :/
I think I put a link leading back to the previous installments in chapter 5 here, should anyone need it: http://www.voy.com/17262/9351.html
VI:
Breakfast was nice. Well, in fact it was great. The restaurant, which was HUGE and took up most of the ground floor of the section of the building beneath the pool area, was quite open. There were pillars spaced out regularly of course, but they were slender and inobtrusive. Tall tinted glass windows covered the entire distance from ceiling to floor around the two outer walls, and also between the restaurant itself and the lobby. That wall however was divided, so that the lower half was made with a glass with rough patterns in it, creating a bit more privacy for those dining. The restaurant was called The Neptune, I don't know if the ancient Greek god would have approved much of this, even though the image of him was quite regal and striking. He was printed all over the restaurant's menus and napkins, as well as being displayed above the door entrance out in the lobby.
The breakfast buffet had most everything you could wish for. Cereal of course, both muesli and cornflakes and also less wholesome stuff like honey-puffs and such. Then there was toast and small buns of bread and croissants, all complemented with various toppings like cheese, cold-cuts, jams and marmelades and even honey I think. There were waffles and pancakes, and bacon and sausage for the British (weird stuff to have for breakfast!), and porridge. Plus fruit! Huge mountains of giant tomatoes sliced open, and piles of fleshy, moist melons of different kinds. Plus your typical morning beverages of course, coffee, tea, juice.
I am pretty conservative with my breakfast. I had some toast (with cheese), a bowl of corn flakes, orange juice and to enjoy being at an exotic location - for me anyway - I tried half a tomato and some of each kind of melon.
Jon-Jon was going to feed exclusively on pancakes, he tried to load like half the tray onto his plate before his dad stopped him. In the end, he got two pancakes, muesli, and he tried a croissant with raspberry jam. I've never eaten croissants before, they look so weird. But also strangely appealing in a way, I decided to have one tomorrow.
We ate our breakfast in silence me and Jon-Jon, looking at each other from across the table. He had kicked off his sandals and were caressing my legs with his soft-skinned feet. It was giving me a stiffy. He had a very tender expression on his face, seemingly seeking my approval, so I tried to smile at him and it made him happy. I think if I'd hugged him then he'd started crying because of feelings of bliss.
I tentatively tried the tomato. I'm normally not a vegetable kind of guy (though I think I read somewhere tomatoes are actually berries or somesuch), but they looked so red and plump so I felt compelled.
Exquisite! There was no other word for it.
The flesh of the tomato was firm and meaty somehow, so full of flavour and taste in a way you just never see back home. I devoured it hungrily and then took a bite out of one of the chunks of yellow-orangeish melon. It was fabulous. So sweet and juicy and delicious. I quickly ate another chunk, watermelon this time and it was just as good; crispier in that special way watermelon is. "Here, try some", I said to Jon-Jon and reached out with my fork, onto which I had impaled a kind of block-shaped piece of pale green melon. Jon-Jon leaned forwards and opened his pretty little mouth, his eyes closed. When he sensed the piece of fruit was close he bit into it with his teeth. "Ooowww!", I provided as sound effect in a squeaky voice. Jon-Jon giggled as he chewed, causing some melon juice to dribble down his chin which he hurriedly wiped off.
His sister snorted at us. I think she's totally aware of our secret love affair. I mean, it's almost impossible to not see how smitten Jon-Jon is. Almost. I'm pretty sure his parents have no idea.
We wore shorts and tees both of us for breakfast; mine were like board shorts I suppose, Jon-Jon's were really short, and they had a slit all the way up the side of the leg. Since he wore his mini speedos underneath it meant you caught glimpses of his bum-flesh whenever he moved. Plus, his tee was rather short as well; it certainly wasn't possible to tuck into his shorts... I never really thought about how I dressed, except when my mother dragged me to some family function or such where I had to look a certain way. Jon-Jon had gone out of his way to dress spectacularly. Or provocatively, you might say. Of course, his demeanor was so sweet and inoffensive that it was impossible to object to it... Well, that's what I thought anyway.
We shared the rest of my bits of melon while our parents talked and slowly sipped coffee, then went upstairs to brush our teeth and put on sun lotion. It was past nine thirty already, we didn't want to be late for our appointment down at the pool.
We walked back into our bedroom again, and I instinctively closed the door, in case mum came home. Jon-Jon was already wriggling out of his shorts and T-shirt as I brought the tube out of the beach bag where it'd been since yesterday.
"I think I have do all of you. You'd better take everything off", I mumbled. He giggled softly, something he seemed to do a lot when the two of us were together. Solemnly he complied, and soon he stood pale and naked in front of me. Except he wasn't totally pale; you could see a distinct rosyness of the parts of his skin that had been exposed the previous day. His small organ was soft for once, and his face composed and relaxed, with his eyes closed.
"You get naked too first. Please...", he said, eyes still closed.
I was hard even before I'd gotten my T-shirt off.
Starting with Jon-Jon's cute face meant the tip of my stiffy rubbed against his lower tummy. I dripped single drops all over his forehead and cheeks, one on each eyelid and two on the ridge of his little nose, and some around his mouth. He couldn't stay completely composed during this, he smiled gently and tried to steal a kiss once but I dodged. I wanted to grab him and squeeze him close to me. It was difficult not to, but I somehow stayed focused despite that even though I felt his sexy scent in my nostrils all while we stayed close.
"Stay still you little...", I growled at him as he kept grinning while I was massaging his face, trying to keep his hair out of the white gooey lotion.
"Little what? I'm nearly as tall as you."
"You little rat."
He broke out in laughter. "I'm not a rat, am I?"
Running my hands down his neck and chest, feeling his totally smooth skin I said, "a hairless rat", teasing him gently before I realized what I had actually just said.
"You big meanie!", he whined, pretending to be mad at me and whacked me on the shoulder. "Just because I don't have any down there yet, like you do."
It made me laugh. Actually, that hadn't been on my mind at all, but it was true. I had a little bit, and he had none at all. He didn't even have any under his arms yet, or on his legs. I only had a little. Shushing him, first the normal way and then by placing my lips on top of his own, I continued spreading the goo all over him. As I carefully did his back - almost kneading his buns now that I had a good opportunity - he pushed himself in close to me. I felt him stiffen up as well when our bodies made contact. He's got a nice body, really nice for his age, and he flexed for me as I kneeled to rub his chest and stomach. Being so young it looked more comical than anything else though! He pretended to be annoyed by my laughter, but he couldn't keep it up, he too giggled along with me.
I was totally aware of his cute little bone visibly throbbing in front of my eyes. It was small and undeveloped, but also very cute in an indescribable way. I found myself thinking that I don't think I would like a huge giant dick on Jon-Jon. What would you do with it? It wouldn't fit anywhere! That made ME blush, but Jon-Jon didn't notice. I was busy rubbing lotion onto his thighs and continuing down his calves. He balanced graciously and stretched out his foot - seemingly trying to make it as long as possible somehow - as I held his leg, thus making the calf muscle tense up and become all hard and thick; it looked simply fucking hot as I held it in my hands, squeezing the strong muscle. This also made Jon-Jon giggle.
The outer doorlock clicked; mum had come back from the restaurant, but she didn't come into our room. I just heard her padding around softly, doing...well, I don't know what really. Perhaps getting ready to relax on her bed with a book, I doubted she'd go down to the beach again.
Jon-Jon then took care of me. I mean, really took care. He lotioned up all of me, cuddling up to me at every opportunity and actually spent several minutes exploring my iron-hard dick with his hands and A LOT of suncream. I nearly came several times and suspected if he didn't stop I'd develop blueballs in short order; I'd never been so boned in my life I think and my mind was convinced I had to sex with Jon-Jon right away, now now NOW, but of course my mother was right on the other side of the door, so that wasn't really an option. The final straw that nearly crushed all my resolve was that when he was done, he leaned in and actually smooched the head of my dick! Wow! I felt the head kinda pop just inside his lips, it was so warm and wet in there, and his tongue kind of poked at the tip and swept across it, and I felt him sucking on it for maybe just a second or two... Then it popped back out again, with Jon-Jon falling back onto his haunches and lookng up back at me, grinning lewdly and happily and naughtily all at once... His knees were spread apart and his undeveloped willy stood straight up towards the sky, and his strong thighs looked great. I put my hands under his jaw, cupping his head sort of and pulled him up onto his feet. He closed his eyes again and we kissed.
It was just an ordinary kiss at first, but then he wrapped his arms around me and he was all warm and slippery - I suppose the suncream hadn't had time to 'set' yet (if one's to believe his dad) - and he squirmed around in my grasp. It made me shudder. And as we kissed more, he slipped around with his back to my chest, rubbing his firm little buns right up into my groin and stretching high with his arms, hips wiggling. I growled in a low voice and nibbled at his neck and ear, making him laugh, and he kept wiggling his bum against my dick. I felt the tip pass over his little hole as he moved, pushing my penis deeper inbetween his legs. It made all of me quiver and he took hold of my arms that I kept wrapped around him, kissing each of my hands in order. Then he rubbed his bum against my dick again, letting me touch his hole at least three more times. The last time I actually felt it give a little, as if he was relaxing and I was thinking he wanted it. Wanted me to do it to him... The thought seared my mind somehow, I thrust against his bum, reaching deep inbetween his strong firm legs as he pushed his muscly well-developed bum back at me just as firmly!
I blasted at least four and maybe five tiny squirts of watery semen somewhere in under him, most hit the back of his ballsac I think and some definitely dripped down his legs. He let me continue to hold and hug and cuddle him as I breathed. Ok, no blueballs today maybe, I felt myself thinking as I panted deeply.
He turned around again and this time wrapped his slim preteen arms around my neck and leaned the side of his head against mine. His little stiffy touched my lower stomach.
"I'm so glad you came", he whispered and gently smooched my neck. "It's like a dream come true for me."
"Glad I CAME, huh?" I giggled softly and he growled quietly at me. I did understand what he meant though. He was happy I'd gone with him on this vacation trip. "I don't get it, Jon-Jon... Why do you like me so much?" I paused. "I mean, I'm not that great, really. Or did I save you from a pack of wolves in an earlier life or something?"
He smiled gently at my lame joke. "I honestly can't say why", he replied slowly. "I just know I like you, really really like you." A pause. "Or..."
"Or what?"
"Or maybe it was because of that time when you got pantsed in the cafeteria line and your underwear came down as well. I got to see your willy for about a second!"
"Oh holy...jesus...god!" That was the single most embarrassing event of my life, and I'd been hassled about it for MONTHS until most of the fun had already been wringed out of that unfortunate incident by the resident bullies and even some of the school's less than pleasant female compliment. Jon-Jon couldn't stop giggling, so I had to shake him. "Cut it out, it's not funny!"
"Oh yes but it is!" He raised himself up so we were entirely level and pecked my lips. "It's funny as hell."
"You still haven't answered my question."
He shook his head languishly and smiled. "I'm not sure there is an answer. I just think you're fucking hot, that's all." He flashed me a cheeky grin with those big teeth of his. "And, you're nice, and now I know you're a great kisser. And you have a big dick..." Admitting all this made him blush however.
"Is that important in your opinion?"
He hesitated. "Well, uh, it sure doesn't hurt." He paused. "Do you think yours will continue to grow and get really big when you're older?"
"Christ, Jon-Jon! How the heck could I know?!"
"Just answer!"
My turn to shrug. "I've no idea. I think dad's was pretty big, but it was a long time ago since I saw him without clothes...or otherwise." I guess at the age I was at then, all grown-ups look huge.
"I'm sorry. I know he's..."
"It's OK. It happened a long time ago. At least he didn't suffer..." I remained thoughtful for a few moments. "Look, Jon-Jon... I don't know if you're still worrying about this, but I really don't care if yours is big or small alright? I promise. I like you too much to get hung up on something like that. I hope you believe me." He seemed happy hearing this and immediately cuddled himself in to me. I was boned again of course and I just knew the blueballs would be arriving soon if we continued, yet I couldn't stop. I know I'd said the size of his didn't matter to me, but I found myself again thinking I hoped his would remain relatively manageable.
If I was ever to like...suckle on another boy's thing, I wouldn't want it to be too big. It would feel better for me if it was more like the size of a finger, like his was now. Well, right now it was more like his little finger, but it would be okay if it grew to be like an index finger, or maybe the middle finger... Not much bigger than that though.
"It's almost ten now", Jon-Jon remarked while still cuddling up against me. The lotion had 'set'; he wasn't nearly as sticky and slippery anymore, so I guess it would be safe for us to get out in the sun now. I was thinking he should wash off my watery stuff off of his legs and balls, but he was into his miniscule speedos in a flash, deliberately hurrying so I wouldn't have a chance to clean him up I'm sure. He absolutely got a kick out of keeping my goo on his skin as long as possible, his little tent was as prominent as ever.
Unfortunately so was mine. I couldn't go out with an uber stiffy going, there were already tons of people at the pool, and I wasn't nearly as crazy about the idea of others spotting my boner as Jon-Jon was.
"You can use my other pair", he said, seeing my hesitating expression about donning my regular swimming trunks.
"I don't know...", I protested weakly. "Will it fit me?" I hadn't worn a speedo for a couple years. It was kind of embarrassing in school, even though some kids used them. I'd been an early developer in some ways, and when my dick and balls had started growing a couple of the other kids who were still tiny down there made fun of me in the swimming arena locker room and showers when we went there during school phys ed. It was easier to hide my stuff in baggy shorts.
"Don't worry. They may be a little tight on you, but that's just nice to look at." He smiled guilelessly, and I suppose what I was seeing in his eyes was love, plain and simple. This made me smile as well, and when he presented the speedos he'd worn the day before I took them out of his hands and wiggled into them.
They weren't all that tight until it came to pushing my uncooperative dick inside. Jon-Jon giggled and offered to 'help', but I'm sure he just wanted to touch it and possibly/probably jack it but I shooed him away, much to his chagrin. Finally I managed to tie the waistband down well enough so my engorged dickhead didn't pop out of the top.
"Whoa! Nice ass!", Jon-Jon quipped and of course being the idiot I am I immediately twisted and turned to check myself out in the mirror above the dresser.
"Oh my god!"
"Yeah, looking good, don't you think?"
I blushed something fierce. I wasn't as exposed as Jon-Jon was in his tiny little thing, but being somewhat physically bigger than him - and apparantly having wider hips - I still showed quite a bit of buttock. Jon-Jon couldn't stop caressing my behind as we snuck out of our room and found the rest of the place deserted. There was a quickly scribbled note on the table waiting for us.
'Gone down to the beach with the Madsens. Money for FOOD, not candy! Bring sunscreen if you go to the beach. Meet you back here no later than 3PM, no excuses. Love, mum.'
I guess pigs can fly after all! Whoah, mum at the beach. I do bet though she'll sit in the shade. I put the cash she'd left inside my watertight screwcap container that hung around my neck on a strap, then we bounced out into the corridor, letting the door slam shut and lock behind us.
"Oh god, you did bring the key, right?", Jon-Jon asked worriedly.
"Of course, I'm not an idiot like you", I quipped, then yelled when he pinched my bottom.
In the elevator down to the pool we cuddled and giggled like idiots, making the middleaged woman and her balding husband give us creeped-out looks. I don't know if our general physical touchy-feelyness or Jon-Jon's tiny bathsuit was what gave them the most concern. Just as we exited, Jon-Jon landed a smacking peck on my cheek; you could certainly tell it wasn't one of those stupid air-kisses, but actually the real thing. Several other people saw it as they were waiting to get into the elevator. We didn't care.
We spotted Roger and Paul down by the pool diving in and climbing out of the deep end almost immediately, and we weren't even late arriving. Well, a little, perhaps, but no more than a couple minutes, and that hardly counts. I'm not sure if Jon-Jon noticed Paul's double-take upon seeing that tiny, slinky swimsuit on his slenderly muscled body, I don't think he did. Roger didn't react much at all, other than give us a distant smile. I don't think he'd notice even if a gay-bug swum up to him and bit him in the bum! He's probably immune to that kind of stuff.
Jon-Jon's first action was to get his swimsuit wet; he climbed down the stair in the shallow end and then before letting go of it and swimming away, he climbed back up again a step or two and then spun around facing me so that both he and I could check out his little tent. The lycra fabric had enough slack in it in the pouch at the front - likely being sown for a more well-endowed person than him - that it moulded itself almost completely to his dick and balls, and you could totally see his dick poked right out! My heart was banging like a sledgehammer in my chest. I pushed on his shoulders to make him move into the water before someone took notice, but he was completely unconcerned and just gave me the same guileless smile as before. He was simply happy to be here with me, I understood, and I felt a little bad for trying to dampen his spirits.
We both then got ourselves wet up to our necks, me gathering in Jon-Jon to myself with his back against my chest. He giggled incessantly with my hands placed on his tummy and my throbbing penis pushed against the crossbone at the base of his spine. Roger and Paul both came sprinting through the water towards us, Roger showing a pretty good freestyle crawl, Paul showing off with powerful butterfly strokes. They both stopped and splashed almost pee-warm chlorinated water into our faces; perhaps in some sort of strange perversion of a baptising ritual.
"Hello! Glad you're back!", Paul gushed. "We've been here since nine thirty, but we can stay a bit longer if you like. Have you got your goggles and snorkels yet?"
"Sorry, no. We've not had time to buy any."
"That's a shame, but you can borrow ours for today if you like. We won't need them as much because we already know the best spots and we'll show you 'round, and then we can explore more tomorrow and the day after if you get your own gear."
Me and Jon-Jon discussed briefly if we thought our respective parents would agree to buying us the needed gear while we messed around in the water. I noticed both Roger and Paul wore speedos today; Roger's were black with dark green on the sides, and Paul's were solid blue except for three diagonal white stripes down the front. You could see the large bulge his junk made in the tight-fitting lycra garment.
Soon afterwards the breakfast melon and tomato juices started to make themselves noticed to me. I had to go pee, badly!
"Jon-Jon, I'll just..." I said, motioning in the general direction of the men's room.
"Okay, don't be gone too long alright?", he replied, already anxious for me to be back.
"No I won't, I promise", I said, giving him a quick peck on the neck.
"I need to go also", Roger said and heaved himself out of the pool right after me. Behind the door, we passed two staggered walls strategically placed to block any possible view inside before entering the actual men's room area. If only the rest of the world were as casually unconcerned as Jon-Jon! There were four stalls with doors - all unoccupied - and a big urinal on the opposite wall. On the rear side of the innermost staggered wall there were two wash basins, and that was pretty much it.
