Matt walked on through the crowded street. He’d noticed the tall, slim guy staring at him and it made him feel uncomfortable. He recognised the look too and knew what the guy’s expression meant. He had seen him staring at the airport, had had the run in with the fat friend on the plane and now, only a few hours after arriving on Canaria the guy was watching him again. And it unnerved Matt. ..He was lying naked on a beach, a deserted, sandy beach. He was the only person there. The sun was going down but the day had been hot and the evening was going to be warm. As he lay he saw the sky turning from clear blue to a dusty shade of orange. The sea had been whipped up by a wind all day but had now fallen quiet, flat and still it lay before him darkening. He lifted his head from his towel and looked at it along the length of his body. He could see his chest, smooth and flat, his skin slightly reddened by the day’s sun. He could see his cock lying to one side, resting on his upper leg, flaccid but thick and he could feel his balls hanging far below. The dark red hair that grew around there contrasted with the deep blue sea beyond his feet. He felt the last rays on the sun play across his body and felt content to lie there naked to the elements, safe and secure
But something was missing. What would happen if.He heard a voice. Softly spoken but uneducated and with a hard, east end accent.
‘Aint kissed another bloke before,’ the figure said. ‘But I want to kiss you.’
Matt said nothing, just waited.
‘Can I kiss you mate?’
‘Yes,’ Matt whispered back.
‘I want to kiss you.’
Matt waited for the touch of his lips on his own. Still it did not come. He felt the weight of the other guy on his body and sensed the growing firmness of both their cocks that lay flattened between them. But the other guy was holding himself up, taking the weight, allowing Matt to be comfortable.
‘I want to do more than kiss you,’ the lad said. Matt said nothing, allowing him to go on. ‘I want to kiss you on the lips and then down your chest. I want to taste your nipples and lick your chest. Can I do that?’
‘Yes,’ Matt whispered.
‘And I want to do other things, but you’ll have to show me.’
‘What do you want to do?’
Matt had opened his eyes and he saw the expression. The guy was not the tough, straight looking lout he had been before. He was now scared, vulnerable and confused. It was like he was expecting Matt to reject him at any moment. He was waiting to be pushed away. But that was not going to happen.
‘What will you let me do?’ the lad asked.
‘What do you want to do?’ Matt repeated.
‘I want to touch your cock. I want to see what if feels like, want to hold it in my hand and see how warm it is. And I want to….’ He swallowed. Matt could feel him shaking.
‘Go on,’ he said softly.
‘I wanna play with it. I wanna… taste it. Will you let me see what it tastes like?’
‘Sure.’
‘Will you let me put it in my mouth? Please.’
‘Sure.’
Matt could feel the lad’s cock pressing hard into his own, he could feel their nipples pushing at each other, proud and strong. And he could feel the other guy’s nervousness through his dry voice.‘I want to taste your bollocks,’ the lad went on and Matt could see his eyes start to dampen. Were those tears? ‘I want to burry my face in your crotch, I want you to fuck my face and choke me with this cock I can feel. I want to taste you as you come in my mouth. And then I want to swallow it, lick it off you and drink all of you inside me.
‘Are you sure you want to do these things?’‘I dunno, I want to. And….’‘What?’‘Will you do them to me an’ all?’