“Davy, hurry up and meet us downstairs in the lobby,” my mom called impatiently, as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror examining my slim, naked, almost hairless body. I was 5′ 8″ and weighed around 120 lbs. Despite being 18 years old I was lacking any muscle definition. My nipples were like tiny buttons and my small round ass could easily be mistaken for a girl’s. My short fair hair, twinkly blue eyes, button nose, and soft pink lips added to an androgenous appearance which I had come to accept.
“Mom, please don’t call me Davy,” I intoned for the hundredth time since we had arrived on holiday in Sitges three days ago. “My name’s David, mum, David – the name you gave me at birth.” I hated the name Davy.
“Sure, now finish off what you’re doing in the bathroom and meet dad and me in the lobby in 5 minutes.”
I looked at myself again in the mirror, sighed, and applied some hair gel, and moisturiser to my face. With that I slipped a loose white tank top over my head and stuck my legs into a pair of navy beach shorts and sandals. I was beach ready.
We were staying at the hotel Grand Estoria in Sitges, a town about 20 miles southwest of Barcelona in Spain, renowned for its film festivals, carnivals, beaches, and nightspots. I’d always gone on holiday with my parents, and this year was no exception. The Estoria was central to everything — shops, bars, restaurants, and nightclubs. It was also close to one of seventeen beaches, including three nudist beaches. My cock stiffened at the thought of cutting loose from mom and dad and taking myself to one of those beaches to sunbathe nude. The third nudist beach at Playa del Muerto was mostly populated by the gay community, and I fantasised about all sorts of possibilities.
Back at the Estoria, we had a family sized room on the first floor with a double and single bed. I was annoyed that my mom hadn’t booked a separate room for me, and I had to sleep in the corner, in a small bed.
The Estoria was also directly opposite a nightclub. At night I could hear the low thud of music, the laughter of people leaving it, and the occasional shrills and squeals of young people having fun into the early hours of the morning. On the first night, I’d heard whispering beneath my window, followed by soft moaning sounds. I’d pictured the couple kissing right outside my window, the guy running his hands up and down the girl’s bottom over her white cotton shorts. I don’t know why I always pictured shorts and panties as white, maybe something instinctive or to do with being a virgin, but it made me hard. Just then I’d heard the voices more clearly — and they were both male. My cock had throbbed hard in my pyjama shorts at the thought of these two guys having sex.
“Suck it,” one of the voices had said.
“Mmmm…you taste awesome.”
“Come on, I’m going to fuck you,” the first voice replied. “You won’t be able to walk for a week.”
And the couple had moved off.
That night, I came hard in the shower.
Smoothing over my hair a final time, I went down to the lobby where I met my parents.
“Davy, will you please hurry up and stop preening yourself in the mirror,” my mum began. “We need to get our spot on the beach. Now, have you got a towel, and some sun protection cream?”
“Yes mom,” I answered dolefully. “But please, it’s David, not Davy,” I repeated once again.
“C’mon son,” dad replied. “Let’s not have any of this nonsense. Let’s enjoy ourselves this week,” and with that, we left the hotel and headed for the beach. On this occasion we decided to walk to Platja de l’Estanyol, around ten minutes from our hotel.
It was 11am and the temperature was already 27C. The sky was mostly clear, except for the occasional white tufty cloud. The turquoise sea rippled softly against the soft golden sand. From end to end the beach was around 1000 feet long, centred between two groynes that jutted out into the sea.
There were people everywhere, including some paddling at the edge of the sea or swimming. We spread out our beach towels and sat down to take in the sun. A few people walked near to us, but nobody settled close to us for about a half hour, when a group of guys and girls meandered onto the beach with a large beach ball. They looked to be 2 or 3 years older than me, and they settled down a few feet away. Two of the boys were paired off with the girls, leaving the third boy unattached.
It was ironic that the third boy was the best good looking of the three, with deep blue eyes, short blonde hair bleached by the sun, and a firm muscular bronzed body. He was around the same height as me and was wearing a pair of red speedos which hugged his hot ass. Did I just say hot ass? I shook my head and laughed to myself; I was hard just looking at him.
After an hour of sunbathing, my mom decided that we should be brave and go take a swim.
“Come on Davy, come swim with me.”
“Mom……ok.” I said reluctantly. We got up and ran as quickly as we could across the hot sand down to the water. Of course, the sea was cold at first, but we got used to it. We were standing just Bayan Eskort over waist deep watching the others in the water and on the edge of it when a beach ball flew in my direction. I caught it and looked around to see where it came from. It was the boy with blue eyes and blond hair. He held up his arms for me to throw it back to him, and I did, as best as I could. It fell short of reaching him, and I felt so deflated by my poor effort, but he gave me a fabulous smile and waved his hand to indicate it wasn’t a problem.
I waved back to him before I realised what I was doing. I stopped in my tracks and turned to my mom who was looking at me strangely. Embarrassed, I turned and dived into the sea. When I surfaced, my mom was still watching me.
“Davy, you should ask that boy if you can join those young people playing ball.”
“I don’t want to mom,” I replied.
“But it would be good for you to mix with young people on holiday, Davy. You just have to ask him.”
I shook my head and walked out of the sea, over to where dad was laying on his towel, soaking in the sun. I reached my towel and dropped onto it. I stretched out and closed my eyes. Soon my mind drifted to the blond boy. He reminded me of Andrew Hopkins, a boy at school. He had been in my class. He had a toned body and a large bulge in the front of his underwear that I used to fantasize about when I would jack-off at night. He was everything I wanted to be: instead, with my soft features and body, I looked like a girl.
Thinking about Andrew and the blond boy had made me hard.
I looked down at my beach shorts to see whether my erection showed in my shorts. It did, and I quickly adjusted myself before mom and dad noticed.
Suddenly I sensed a pair of eyes on me, and I looked up to see the blond boy looking at me. He smiled and gave a wink. I flushed scarlet and looked away.
“Davy, can you get me a bottle of water from the snack bar?” my mother pointed at the little red building on the edge of the beach.
I stood up reluctantly, took the 10Euros note she offered me, and strolled over to the bar. I was fourth in line, and it didn’t take long before I was served and had two bottles of water in my hand, one for me, one for my mom.
Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I turned to look. It was the blond boy again.
“Hiya,” he greeted me cheerfully.
“Hiya,” I responded, blushing.
“Still or Sparkling?”
I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face.
“Still or sparkling water?” he grinned.
“Um…sparkling.”
“For your mom?” he nodded to the second bottle.
“Yeah,” I blushed deeper. My knees were shaking and my stomach churned inside.
“I’m Ryan.”
I stared at him for a second. Despite only having just drunk from the bottle of mineral water, I swallowed hard before I was able to reply.
“Um….I’m David.”
“Hi Davy. How long are you here for?”
Ryan’s use of my mom’s dreaded nickname made my heart race and the blood pound in my ears, but not in anger. Hearing him call me by that name seemed, well…..different, …..hot. My body tingled from top to toe.
“Yeah, I’m here for two weeks.” I said at last.
“I heard your mom tell you to come play with us. Why don’t you, Davy?”
“Play with you….?” I repeated slowly, feeling my cheeks hotter than ever, prickly heat around my neck and ears.
We’re about to play our own version of beach volleyball but we need another player.” He gave me a broad smile.
“I’m …um…not much good at ball games.”
“Hey, I saw you throw man, you’re better than those girls,” he laughed, indicating to the two girls with his friends.
Ryan’s laugh was infectious, and I laughed along.
He stared at me thoughtfully, running his eyes over my naked chest down to my shorts.
“C’mon man,” he said, reaching out to squeeze my arm. Time passed like an eternity as I stood in front of him, feeling his hand touching my skin.
“Come and play with us, no strings attached Davy.”
I looked at him, more of concern that he was teasing me, but his offer was genuine.
“OK, I’ll just give this bottle to my mom first.”
We returned to the beach together, and I gave mom her water.
“I’m….erm….I’m going to play with those guys,” I indicated.
My mom smiled at me, and I went over to the group. Ryan introduced me. “Hey guys, this is Davy, I’ve rescued him from the ‘rents'”
The others cheered and welcomed me.
“Davy’s gonna be on my side,” he said. “I found him!”
I loved the way Ryan said that, and I was more than happy to be on his side. He outlined some simple rules to all of us, and we divided into two teams of three. The other member of our side was Steph, short for Stephanie. She was about the same height as me and fitted into a yellow bikini. I should have felt excited by her, but truth is, I was more excited by Ryan.
We started the game, using both hands to punch the ball into the air, rather like volleyball. We drew a line in the sand to represent a net, and lines around us to represent a court.
Ryan Anadolu Yakası Escort was the best player, and he kept passing me the ball. I was a disaster, and I knew it, but he kept encouraging me. Within a few minutes we were five nil down, and the other team were laughing at us. Steph wasn’t too bad and managed to save a lot of balls. As I began to lose even more confidence in myself, Ryan passed me a ball and I managed to hit it to the other side and score. I stood there amazed at myself as Ryan cheered and patted my back.
Eventually, we lost 10-1 but Ryan was proud of me for having scored our only goal. We all slumped onto the sand, sweating. Just 20 minutes of volleyball in the sun had taken it out of us.
“Listen Ryan,” one of the other boys began, “the girls and us are gonna go for a laydown, ok?” He winked at me.
Ryan waved his hand. “Sure, go laydown wherever you want.”
The two boys and girlfriends left, giggling. I looked at Ryan. “They’re going for a fuck,” he explained simply.
There was a long pause between us.
“Last one in the sea goes naked for 5 minutes,” he suddenly quipped.
I jumped up and raced him into the sea laughing. He won, and I wondered how I would pay for the dare. We swam and splashed about for a while, trying to duck each other, having fun like all boys do.
“Now you’re going to pay” he laughed and tugged down my shorts. Naked, I trod water for the full five minutes while he held my shorts and roared with laughter. It felt liberating to swim naked, but there were lots of people in the sea and I was careful to keep further out in the deep area. By the time he’d thrown back my shorts and I’d put them on, I was full of mixed emotions.
We got out of the sea and sat down on his towel together. We stayed like that for quite a while, watching a pair of boys play frisbee in the sea. “You know,” he said. “Those shorts do nothing for you.”
I look at him with a puzzled expression.
“You have a great body.” He added. “A very hot body, Davy.”
I gulped. “You think so? I’m not too……girly?”
He looked at me thoughtfully and reached across to touch my thigh, reassuringly. He ran a finger up and down the inside of my leg and stared into my eyes. “Yes Davy, I mean it, you’re seriously hot.” And suddenly I felt seriously hot.
I sensed rather than saw my mom’s eyes on me. I didn’t even bother to look around. In that instant I didn’t care about anything other than Ryan’s hand on my thigh. Fireworks exploded in my head.
“These are the only swimming shorts I’ve got,” I said limply.
“We can fix that,” he replied. “Let’s see what you look like in these speedos.”
With that he took hold of my towel and put it around his waist. As I watched him, he shuffled out of his speedos beneath the towel. He pulled them off and handed them to me. “Try them.”
His speedos were warm and damp and smelled of the sea, and of him. My hands shook as I held them, and I swear I nearly died.
“Put them on,” he directed. He spoke softly, but the way he took control made my heart thump. I stood up for him. I picked up my towel and put it around my waist. I pulled off my beach shorts and slipped into his warm damp speedos. All for him. All because he told me to.
Finally, he pulled my towel away and admired me. His hands moved forward to adjust one of the legs, and he brushed against my cock, glancing up at me with an expression I couldn’t read on his face. He then moved to the next leg, tugging at it, and finally, he spun me around and patted my ass. I stared at him.
“That’s much better isn’t it?” he asked. I just nodded.
“Glad you like them,” he smiled, stroking his fingers up and down my leg and back again until he was within inches of my cock. I was still soft although I was fully charged.
I swallowed hard and glanced over at my mom. She was facing us, and I’m sure she gave a faint nod. I swallowed again, wondering what she thought.
Ryan pulled on my beach shorts under his own towel. He then removed the towel. “So, what do you think?”
“You look better in the speedos.” I laughed lightly.
“So do you baby,” he responded.
I felt like a million dollars.
He pulled me back onto his towel, and we lay there together, enjoying the warmth of the sun. I felt different somehow, more confident, more needed. It was a different me, wearing Ryan’s speedos.
“Sometimes when the weather is like this, I sunbathe naked,” he said. I don’t know why he felt the need to admit this, but I was happy that he’d told me.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah, the sun feels nice on your naked body.”
“Have you been to the nudist beach here?” I barely whispered.
He smiled at me. “I’m going there tomorrow with someone.”
“Oh…..” I looked down at the sand. The disappointment must have shown on my face. I felt so deflated. I’d only met Ryan a few hours ago, but I liked him a lot, and I felt instant jealousy knowing he would be with someone else the next day.
“Aren’t you going to ask me who I’m going with?”
“Who Pendik Escort are you going with,” I asked reluctantly.
“I’m going with you, baby,” he said quietly.
I looked up at him, stunned, elated. My heart raced like never before. And one other thing: I was hard and precum oozed into the borrowed speedos.
“I like you baby. You’re really cute.”
“And I like you too.” I could barely speak. I couldn’t believe he’d just said I was cute.
He leaned towards me and put his lips on mine. He kissed me.
I opened my mouth instinctively and kissed him back. In public. In front of my parents. His hand went to the back of my head and he pulled me closer, stroking my short hair. He ran his fingers over my shoulders, down my arms, across my chest, and gently pinched my nipples between his finger and thumb. My skin tingled at his touch.
Our kiss went on forever. When he eventually pulled away, a silvery thread of saliva lingered between our mouths.
“Well?”
“W…..well, what?” I breathed again.
“Would you like to come back to my room?”
I stared at him before glancing over towards my parents. My dad was reading but my mom was watching me with a gentle smile on her face. I knew she had seen the kiss and I was embarrassed. Yet, she seemed to approve. And more importantly, I wanted to go with Ryan.
“I’ll ….I’ll have to go back to my room and change.”
He looked at me thoughtfully. “You don’t need to, baby. You won’t need clothes.”
My heart skipped a beat. It was all I could do not to cum in Ryan’s speedos. I didn’t know what he meant, but I submitted quietly to him. “Ok”
He pulled me up and started collecting his things together. As he did so I glanced down at the front of the borrowed speedos and noticed a small damp patch, where I’d leaked into them. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I realised the cause. Quickly, I picked up my tank top which would have given me some cover, but Ryan reached out to stop me.
“Go as you are.”
I swallowed hard again. “But….but….I’ve kind of….I mean, I think your speedos are still wet.”
“Yes, baby, they are. Go as you are.”
He bundled up my tank top with his own belongings. “Let’s go.”
I glanced towards my mom. She was looking at me with a smile and nodded imperceptibly. She knew. And I knew she knew: Ryan was going to take me back to his hotel room and fuck me. And she approved.
We left the beach and started walking towards Ryan’s hotel. I felt more embarrassed than I had ever done in my whole life, walking along the main street in just a pair of speedos, with an obvious damp spot. I desperately tried to avoid contact with people’s eyes. Ryan took my hand and squeezed it. I squeezed it back and held onto him for reassurance. I felt so insecure and in need of protection. As we walked back to his hotel, I felt like the whole of Sitges knew where I was going and why – to be fucked by this handsome hunk.
We arrived at the hotel and took the elevator up to his floor. A teenage girl rode with us and looked at us holding hands. I blushed furiously as she checked out my speedos. I was semi-hard but dribbling precum. She smirked and got out on the same floor as us. I blushed even more furiously as Ryan ushered me into his room, and the teenage girl went into the room next to us.
Closing the door, Ryan took me in his arms and kissed me. My insecurities melted away as his tongue entered my mouth, and he pressed his body to mine, holding me securely.
“You’re the cutest twink I’ve ever seen,” he said, disengaging his lips from mine, following a kiss that seemed to go on forever. I had never thought of myself as a twink, but the term sat comfortably with me. He stroked my hair, my neck and my shoulder before slipping a hand into the back of the speedos, and squeezing my butt.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he slid a finger along my crack and pressed it against my anus, which was hot and sweaty like the rest of me. He stared straight into my eyes to see my reaction as he probed the entrance to my asshole. I winced at first, and then let out a soft moan. It felt so good, I felt so special.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Davy.”
The blood rushed to my head. “Uh-huh.” I blushed scarlet and swallowed hard.
“I’ll use some lube.”
“Uh-huh.”
Ryan knelt in front of me, reached up and grasped the top of the red speedos. Gazing up at me, he slid them over my hips and down my legs. I lifted my feet up, one at a time, as he helped me take them off. I felt like a child. “You have the most adorable cock, baby.”
My penis wasn’t big. In fact, it wasn’t even 5″ when fully erect, but his words made my cock stand proud. My balls were hairless, just like the rest of my body. He turned me around, and murmured: “Fuck baby, if I haven’t said it already, you really have the cutest ass I’ve ever seen.”
I felt molten as he stood up, took my hand in his, and led me over to his bed. He pushed me onto it, on my back so that I was facing him. Staring into my eyes, he pulled off the beach shorts, and his cock sprung free. My eyes broke contact with his, to look down. His cock was beautiful. At least 8″ of solid muscle. He was circumcised and shaved, and the hardest smoothest cock I’d ever seen in my whole life, not that I had seen many. “This is all for you, baby.”