Date Posted:16:22:20 01/08/08 Tue Author:Zustara Subject: (S) "Mediterranean Blue", Part 2 In reply to:
Zustara
's message, "(s) "Mediterranean Blue" Part 1." on 18:18:46 01/05/08 Sat
Hee hee. Thanks for remembering me guys! :D
I've been struggling with the worst bout of writer's block for ages now and not been able to finish anything I've started. I started a lot, and they all floundered. Meh!
Anyway, here's part two, and part three's already written (along with bits of what will be part four), so get yourselves comfy because the story's starting to heat up!
Oh and by the way: no offense intended towards any Germans who may be reading this story, alright? :) Like Pete Jackson made the dwarf a comic relief character in his Ring movies, I've now picked you lot! ;)
Take care, please enjoy, and see you in part three.
II:
"Hee hee! I saw your wiener", he teased and danced away.
"Why you little-" I reached for him and nearly fell, due to my pants trapping my legs. I almost pulled them up again in embarrassment, but then let go of them again and slowly started to pull my legs out when I saw Jon-Jon standing almost within arm's reach, preening you might actually say. He was stretching his body languishly, keeping his tummy sucked in a little and his chest puffed out, turning to show me his profile, then looking over his shoulder. His neck and back made that beautiful double-S curve that you see in people who have a really good posture, but this time it was exaggerated into a more sexy-kinda position. And, his little bum made a nice, rounded curve inside his stretchy speedo, more than complementing the rest of him before smoothly curving into a set of supple, shapely thighs and calves. All of his bangs had fallen forwards across his eyes, hiding his brown irises from me, but probably allowing him to peek back out at me. I straightened myself out, allowing him an unrestricted view, should he so wish, since I could still see his poking right out. It was only fair, and it felt quite naughty, I have to say. But nice too.
Holding his arms outstretched to either side, I could clearly see each muscle clinging beautifully to his torso, as well as those slender, elegant arms. I'd never really consciously thought of just how beautiful Jon-Jon really is, not just his face, but all of his body too, and suddenly I was glad that the bedroom door was closed and that my mother couldn't see us standing together like that.
I was definitely better equipped than him though. That felt good, in a way.
"Come on, put on your trunks man. Or do you want to go down to the pool naked?" His giggle broke the spell. I realised I was looking a bit ridiculous standing like that with my dick waving in the air and blushed. Jon-Jon cast me quick peeks and giggled more as I quickly slipped on my loose-fitting trunks. Damn. If I'd still been a little boy, nobody would have known I was boned, but now I made a considerably more than noticeable tent... How on Earth was I going to make it down to the pool looking as ridiculous as that?
Sighing, I turned, heading for the door. Better to just get it over with, I thought. Maybe it would go down during the elevator ride to the lobby. Fat chance. Just looking at Jon-Jon now would probably make it go stiff all over again.
Suddenly a hand grasped my wrist firmly and pulled me to a stop. Turning, I saw Jon-Jon holding a sunscreen bottle that he must have gotten out of his bag while I wasn't paying attention. "A-a-a! You remember what dad said, don't you? Here, let me help you."
Before I had the chance to either say anything, or stop him, he'd started squirting cold, cold lotion onto my shoulders and back! I must admit I yelled out in a quite high-pitched voice. Jon-Jon did my back quickly and efficiently, though he did slow down on the lower half. I suppose he felt a bit embarrassed and hesitant, his fingers were just brushing along the edge of my trunks, careful to not venture too far south.
I finished up the rest of me myself with him watching I did it properly without cheating or missing a spot, then Jon-Jon turned his back to me and leaned forwards slightly. "Now me, k?"
"Alright." I rubbed his back a lot slower than when he did mine, and for a second I actually entertained the idea of not just dancing along the edge of his blue speedos with the tips of my fingers, making him quiver, but actually reaching inside them and squeezing his firm, fleshy globes. Such strange thoughts were filling me that day! Where did they all come from? Were they simply born out of the fact that like Jon-Jon had said, nobody knew us? We could just do whatever we wanted without consequences, pretty much... And, he was very beautiful. I suppose I'd always been a bit envious of Lukas for having Jon-Jon as a close friend even though it had been at the very back of my mind, but here he was. With me now...
When I was done with his back, he just stood there, eyes closed. He wouldn't grab the bottle, so I got the hint. He wanted me to finish what I'd started. So I began with the front and top of his shoulders, down his arms - going slowly and gently rubbing his hands and all inbetween his fingers with mine. He giggled, still not looking at me, and we were both totally boned.
His pale chest followed, and I counted four little birthmarks; three on his left side, including one just below the nipple, and the other on his right more to the side, close to where his ribs ended. Standing with his arms hanging down and relaxed, his little pecs made two small mounds that rose from his otherwise flat chest. Slowly I massaged them, standing on my knees in front of him. He was breathing fast and shallow, his face twitching slightly.
It was fun rubbing his tummy. Jon-Jon's apparantly incredibly ticklish around his waist and he broke out in a pearly bubbling laugh almost as soon as I started massaging in the sun lotion. I had to tell him sternly to stop friggin' squirming around like that - which he did, mostly - but he couldn't stop laughing. Particulary his sides were sensitive, but tickling his little drop-shaped innie navel was also a good way to make him giggle - and his willy twitch whenever he laughed. I've never really noticed that happening with myself, but then again, I don't think I ever laughed from being tickled while having a boner, so maybe it's not so weird after all!
His tummy felt wonderful. I've never touched anyone like that before, but even so, I made it more play than anything else. After all, mum was in the other room, and... Well. You never know what other people really want, or mean, do you? I sure didn't want to cross a line somehow with Jon-Jon and make everybody mad at me on the very first day of our vacation. So I tickled him more than I felt him up, and then I straightened my knees again so we stood face to face. I was maybe two centimeters taller than him, certainly not more. He turned his face slightly upwards - eyes still closed - and I brushed away his hair. Then I dripped single blobs of lotion on his face; several on his cheeks, and a few up his button nose and four across the forehead. Then three more on his rounded little chin. He grimaced, but kept his eyes closed. The line between his upper and lower eyelids followed a gently sinuous curve, and his lashes seemed very...nice. Nice and curved. I'd never really noticed before, but being so near him I couldn't help to...
Gently, gently I rubbed it all into his skin, standing so close that I could feel the tip of his rubbing the tip of mine as we both moved slightly. My hands slid around his athletic neck to hold his head, and his lips parted just a little. They were like, all puffy and supple, and nice and red. I stood so close our breaths mixed and thought we were going to kiss. I'm SURE he wanted to be kissed! But I didn't dare.
"All done", I whispered. Slowly his eyes opened.
Jon-Jon smiled. He saw my face so close, and he smiled, happy and carefree. We were on vacation, no troubles weighed him down, and... And maybe he liked me, somehow. For some reason.
His arms encircled me in a tight, yet soft hug. A sort of happy-hug, I suppose. He was all slick from the sunscreen lotion and hugging him back made not just my heart flutter, but all of my chest and tummy too...
"C'mon. Let's go."
He pulled me out of our room - me barely having time to say bye to my mum who was relaxing in a chair, reading a book and looking very much not-eager to get outside into the blistering sunlight.
"Have fun, honey", she spoke to my back as the door slammed shut behind us, probably not even looking up from her murder/detective novel. She like, EATS murder/detective novels. The more gruesome the killings the better she likes them I think. And people worry about violent computer games. BOOKS are what's really dangerous I say! She must have read about enough murders to account for an entire country of people. If that won't twist your head, then I don't know what can.
We went all the way down to the lobby, Jon-Jon got in front of me when more people got on the elevator so that I could hide my stiffy. His wasn't as noticeable, but you could still tell he had one if you just looked. Not that HE cared! I sort of think he wanted people to know. He didn't grab it or anything, he just let it do its own thing. I felt a bit embarrassed though, because mine poked out so much. Jon-Jon kept himself close to me, probably a lot closer than any sane boy would stand next to another boy, but that was actually kind of exciting to me too. I noticed I could not stop touching him. My hands would grab hold of his arm, or shoulder, or hold onto his slender waist. That he really liked, he'd turn towards me and just smile and smile. My stiffy poked him in the side of his left bun. I pretended I didn't notice.
Once armed with the spare keys for our and his parents' rooms, we ran up two floors to the pool area. It was absolutely bloody HUGE. There were two wings that stuck out of the hotel, framing the main pool on either side. On the right there was an ice cream bar, a regular bar and a simple restaurant that served snack-like hot food; omelettes and hot dogs and the like. On the left was a children's funhouse slash daycare center type thing, with hotel staff in brightly colored shirts taking care of younger kids and letting them play games and read picturebooks and stuff and just be out of their parents' hair in general for a while. There was also a toilet/shower facility, along with some changing rooms accessible through separate doors for men and women. It seems men are a medium blue, and women are sort of pinkish red, at least by judging from the colour of the doors!
The deep pool was of course the most exciting part of this whole thing (there was a fairly small and very shallow little kiddy-pool next to the funhouse thingy place). It was about five regular lanes wide, but not as long as a standard swimming pool I think. And not really terribly deep either I suppose. Still, it WAS pretty big, and packed full of people! There were even more people around the pool itself. There was a very wide area all around it, with sunchairs laid out side by side on three sides, and round tables with chairs and parasols along the bar area. I even spotted Jon-Jon's sister dressed in a tiny colorful bikini and a pair of mirror sunglasses waving at us from a sunchair amongst all the clutter of people; she must have wasted no time to get down here ahead of us. Probably letting her mother unpack for her, or maybe she'd do it later, I don't know. She's got really long pretty hair and stuff. This must be heaven for her, I found myself thinking.
Speaking of sunchairs, mum had briefed me about bewaring of any chair marked with a towel. If one as much as touched the towel, a fat angry German would immediately come running and kick sand at you! Apparantly, something like that had happened to Dad in the early eighties, when he and mom had regularly flown to Cyprus every summer. I didn't see much sand anywhere nearby though, so I figured we would be safe for the moment.
"Wooow!", Jon-Jon exclaimed quietly, taking in the whole scene in the blink of an eye despite the almost blindingly bright light outside and seeing all the hullabaloo going on around us as we emerged through a set of wide sliding doors made of heavily tinted glass. "This looks so much cooler than the pictures on their website!"
"I guess you must be the only person in the universe who feels quite that way", I said with a grin. "What a mess!"
"Yeah, isn't it wonderful?! I'm sure we'll meet lots of kids and make friends with them!" He ran at a reckless pace towards the pool, I was completely certain he'd slip and crack his head open on the wet tiles. I had to run after him, because with him gone, I had no way to shield my still semi-stiff dick. Gah!
Jon-Jon curled up and divebombed into the pool, nearly hitting a blimp-like older woman wearing a silly yellow rubber cap with knobbly bubbles on it on her head. She did NOT look happy getting a mountain of water splashing her in the face! I merely jumped after him feet first, because I knew if I dived in the regular way I'd lose my shorts, and I really could imagine better ways of starting my vacation off than that, even though Jon-Jon would probably have gotten a kick out of it... Still, it wasn't quite worth it!
Jon-Jon came up to the surface again, sputtering and grinning like a fool. The water was almost disgustingly warm and smelled heavily of chlorine, but he was having the time of his life, and even though I was wondering exactly how many toddlers had peed in the pool that day I wasn't the one who would ruin it for him I decided.
"Come on! Race you to the other end!" Jon-Jon set off without really waiting for me to get ready, but I still beat him. I'm the better swimmer of the two of us. The second time I let him win, though only barely.
We monkeyed around quite a bit until we were all exhausted - which probably took no more than ten minutes at most - then we pushed ourselves out of the water and sat down on the edge, splashing our feet around and 'keeping ourselves cool'. Or not really. I could tell Jon-Jon still had a stiffy, or maybe he'd sprung a new one just now. Mine was all worn out however, or at least it was right then. My trunks had sunk down from being wet and clung tightly to my dick and balls, outlining their shape almost perfectly. How embarrassing, but I didn't want to point to the fact by starting to fiddle with my stuff so I just let it be.
We just sat there chilling close together (legs touching actually, thanks for asking), when we saw a wet boy about our age stop right nearby us.
"Hi! I'm Paul. This is Roger", the dark-haired and semi-tanned boy said as he sat down next to Jon-Jon and pointed to his friend in the water. "You guys must be new here." I'd seen both of them briefly while we were monkeying in the water, but not paid them much attention. There were so many kids around, I didn't have enough eyes to study them all.
"Hello, we're British! Or maybe you could tell that anyway", ginger-haired and freckled Roger added from the pool, grinning wide. "Where are you from?"
"Denmark", Jon-Jon replied boldly, grinning wide and stretched his body a bit. Yes, he was definitely preening again, and not caring his little tent was quite visible to anyone who cared to look. "And yeah, we only arrived this afternoon."
Roger had this delightfully sharp received pronounciation thing going and sounded very open and friendly, while Paul sounded a bit more rural - yet still not like a country bumpkin type of person. "Cool!", the dark-haired boy responded. "Wanna hang out a while? Maybe have some fun? Or are you guys busy?"
Jon-Jon was having the time of his life in the spotlight. "No, not really, but we've just arrived so our parents will probably come and drag us down to the beach soon to check that out." Jon-Jon's foot hooked itself around my ankle, capturing my leg. Since it all happened beneath the water I doubt anyone noticed. I put my arm across his shoulders and actually clasping my fingers around his slender shoulder, because I knew he would get a kick out of it, and frankly, because I was becoming quite attached to him myself and wanted to show that to him. He gave me a quick look and a grin.
"Okay, great. Me and Roger met on the plane over from Heathrow. We've been here for over a week already. We can show you guys around if you like, or we can just splash in the pool for a bit."
"I think we'll just splash."
Roger climbed out too. I saw he was really thin-limbed and seemed slightly taller than myself. And he had freckles all over his shoulders and down his arms, they stood out beneath his suntan, though perhaps not as much as they would have otherwise. Paul was definitely taller than me, and more physically developed than either me or Jon-Jon. He was also the most tanned of the two of them. Both wore football shorts in the pool, Roger's were shining white with blue stripes down the sides and Paul's were green with yellow trim on the sides and at the bottom around the legs. I'm sure Paul had been peeking at Jon-Jon's throbbing little tent, because I think I noticed a rod-like shape in his shorts, and suddenly he quickly heaved himself into the water.
"Come on guys, let's swim!", he urged and splashed away at a good clip.
Roger divebombed much like Jon-Jon had done, but not as spectacularly, and politely avoided to splash anyone else. Me and Jon-Jon just slipped back into the pool and tried to catch up to the other guys. Roger was a fair swimmer, Paul was just spectacular. We on the other hand were both pretty crap at it compared to them, and chasing Paul the dolphin made us both swallow about half the pool each. Yech, the water tasted horrible, and I got some of it up my nose more than once, and that really hurt.
Eventually we had to gang up on Paul because he outclassed all of us so completely, so we tried closing in on him from multiple directions. He escaped out of the enclosement twice by just dashing madly for a gap inbetween us, and twice more he dove and swum quickly beneath our feet, but when he tried to dive a third time at the shallow end it was too shallow for him and I managed to lock my legs around him. He retaliated by thrusting against the bottom of the pool, pushing me up in the air so I went flying and splashed right down again all disoriented and got water up my nose again. Damn, he was really strong! While I was sputtering and trying to clear my eyes, Jon-Jon and Roger swarmed in, but Paul did his best to get away. Roger grabbed one of Paul's feet, but he would still have gotten away if I half-blinded and all hadn't managed to get my arms around his waist. Paul immediately curled up protectively, but in the ensuing melee he had to defend himself, and I noticed he had a rather substantial hard-on going. Way, way bigger than my own or Jon-Jon's! This was likely the reason for his defensiveness. I pretended I hadn't noticed anything; I'm sure Jon-Jon hadn't. If he had, with the excitement all bottled up in his little body he'd probably outright fainted I think!
Speaking of him, after we'd caught Paul and the tables sort of got turned on us when Paul made it a point to dunk each and every one of us, Jon-Jon used me constantly as his own personal shield. This meant Paul dunked me instead of him, all until I just stopped moving. Jon-Jon tried to move around me so I would stand inbetween the two of them, but Paul had a longer reach and was more agile overall in the water, so dunk-dunk-dunk went Jon-Jon, and suddenly he looked a right sodden mess with hair sticking out randomly and everything after shaking the water out of his eyes. I couldn't help giggling, and after a few seconds he too saw the fun in it and started laughing.
"Hey! Guys!", I heard a familiar voice calling from the sidelines of the pool. If pools actually have sidelines, that is. "You finished? We'd like to go down to the beach now and have a look." It was Jon-Jon's dad.
"Okay dad, coming", Jon-Jon replied. "Sorry, we got to go now", he said in English, turning back to Paul and Roger.
"Alright, that's okay", Paul replied. "It was fun meeting you."
"Yeah! We'll be here for another couple days, so if you like we can show you some good scuba dive spots tomorrow. All you need is a snorkel and a set of goggles." Roger gave us a friendly smile.
"That sounds awesome. Thanks!" Jon-Jon was really eager, he'd never scuba dived before. To be honest, neither had I actually.
Roger smiled his wide freckled-English-boy smile. "Come back down here tomorrow around ten, if you've finished breakfast by then."
"Yeah, we'll be here", Paul added. We waved at the two of them and they waved back, grinning.
We climbed out of the pool again, and I noticed Jon-Jon's little willy still didn't want to go down. Not completely, and his wet speedo clung onto it and created sort of a brace supporting it that reached up from his balls. I thought it looked cute as hell, and hot too. I had to will my own into not getting any bigger. It was already a little hard, but my trunks are quite heavy once wet and actually weighed it down for the most part.
We walked over to Jon-Jon's sister where everybody were rounding up, even my mother actually. She'd put on a thin short-sleeved pink blouse and white shorts, with a large silk-like shawl covering her shoulders AND she wore a large loosely-threaded straw hat to top it all off. I've no idea how the hell she managed to fit the hat into her luggage without ruining it... Women magic, I suppose. It seemed she was pretty determined not to get tanned. She also looked quite fabulous in a way, I'm sure she could get almost any man she wanted. Well, any mature-like man anyway.
"I'm staying here", Jon-Jon's sis said, still lying down (her name's actually Marie), and we all knew why. She was entertaining a dark and extremely handsome guy in the upper teens who was wearing a low-cut speedo and a thick gold chain around the neck, his hair was all raven black and shiny, and he had hairy legs too!
"But she's already got a boyfriend!", I whispered incredulously at Jon-Jon, barely believing my own eyes.
He shrugged. "What do you expect? She's a slut."
He'd spoken quietly, but Marie made an angry face and shook a fist violently at him, having heard it anyway. The handsome guy laughed, not at what Jon-Jon had said - because I really doubt he understands Danish - but because of her reaction. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear, and she just melted and giggled girlishly at him in a deferring manner. Why do girls do that? I don't understand it at all.
"Are you sure?", her dad asked and she nodded. "Alright... Suit yourself. Here's the room key, if you need anything. Don't go off anywhere, alright?", he added firmly. Probably meaning not to the strange boy's room.
She frowned slightly over the edge of her sunglasses. "Whatever. Have fun you guys." She sounded as if she couldn't care less and just wanted to get rid of us. Probably not too far from the truth. We fulfilled her wishes and walked off towards the hotel, navigating amongst the throngs of people.
"You coming?", I heard Roger saying as I was turning my back and walking away.
"Yeah, in a minute", Paul replied. "Just gonna chill a bit first, alright?" Paul probably had to wait for his dick to calm down I suppose. I don't know, but Roger didn't seem like quite the touchy-feely kind of guy Jon-Jon or Paul is. Or me for that matter I suppose, because I was having my hand on Jon-Jon's waist again and he was squeezing in close to me.
To anyone knowing us it would have looked suspicious, but I suppose all these tourists just thought he was my brother, if they even gave us as much as a second thought.
"She's just trying to develop her sense of individuality", his dad replied.
Jon-Jon couldn't keep quiet, of course. "She's certainly developing something!", he said impishly.
"Now leave your sister alone", his mum said firmly. "We're here to enjoy ourselves, not quarrel amongst each other."
He shrugged. "Okay." Then the shadow inside the hotel engulfed us like we were snacks entering its wide gaping maw, and it was almost like walking into night-time. I could barely see a thing at first, the difference in brightness was so huge.
