Kaimoana Tales
by Kiwi
My Story - 13
He rolled, side-on, hooked a leg across mine, rested an open hand on my chest and cuddled-up closer. I didn't move.
"This okay, Virgil?"
"Yeah. Yeah, very okay. I like it."
"Cool." His head moved forward and he nuzzled my neck. "Want to play some more games?"
"Games?" I squeaked. "How? There's no Playstation here."
"No, but we have got joysticks."
His hand slid down and wrapped around my oh-so-hard dick.
"Oh, yes," I sighed and reached out and took hold of his joystick as well. "Great games! I've been wanting to do this all day."
"I thought so. I've been wanting to too. We've wasted the day, let's not waste the night."
His soft, warm, hand moved up and down and it felt so good. Way, way good! I tried to do the same to him, but soon just lay back and enjoyed the feelings. No hands but mine, and Joel's, had ever been down there and this was so much better! I was loving it - too much. In less than a minute I was exploding in the orgasm of my life.
Hot damm! Damm, damm and double damm!
I lay back and relaxed and, slowly, came back to earth. Graeme sat looking down at me. "You okay?"
"Oh yes! Very okay. Wow, Graeme, that was fantastic. Sorry."
"Sorry? Why are you sorry?"
"I couldn't hold on any longer. I don't think I've ever come so fast, or so much either."
"That's cool. Don't be sorry. Glad you liked it."
"I loved it! Lie down now, I want to do it to you."
"Only if you really want to."
"Shut up! Of course I want to. I want to make you cum. Lie down, Lover."
"Yeah."
He kissed me, briefly, and then lay back, offering his glorious body - to me!
I took hold of his dick again, cupped my other hand around his balls, and started working on him. I'd had absolutely no experience of doing this to anyone but myself, but it wasn't difficult and it was fun. It wasn't hard to tell what he liked the most, he was thrashing around, oohing and aahing and 'oh fucking'. However, he didn't cum that time.
He stopped me and pushed my hand away. "Stop! Stop it, Virgil, wait a minute."
"What's the matter?" Both of my hands sprung off him and I sat back, worried. "Am I doing it wrong?"
"No," he laughed and he came up and kissed me. "You're not wrong, you're doing great, but . . "
"But?"
"But, well, would you suck me? Please?"
"You want me to suck you? I would for sure, but I don't know how to. I've never done anything like this before."
"So Virgil was a virgin? You're not now. Lie back down and I'll show you, I'll do it to you."
We changed places and that magic mouth went to work on me. Fuck it was good! It was fantastic. Apologies to Dennis here, but it was Fabulous! Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous! I felt like I was alive for the first time in my life. If this was sex, then gimme more! And more.
I didn't last much longer than I had the first time. I came in his mouth and Graeme eagerly drained every drop. Then he came up and kissed me and I could taste myself in his mouth. It was hot!
"Lie down, you beautiful boy." I pushed him off and changed places with him. I held his rigid dick in one hand, lifted it up, opened my mouth and took him in. I had a lot to learn about this, but there's no better way of learning than to just do it.
I tried to do as he had done and I soon had him thrashing around in the same ecstatic state that I'd been in. Graeme didn't last any longer than I had and he was soon shooting cum in my mouth. It was like sucking on a spurting hose. He could sure cum a lot!
He settled down and I sat back and grinned at him. "Well? Did I do all right?"
"You did great, Virgil. Really great. Come here and kiss me."
"Oh yes!"
We didn't get a lot of sleep that night. There was no time for sleeping, we had much better things to do. It was just great. I couldn't think of a better person to lose my virginity to. Graeme was the best! Not only was he beautiful, all over, and hot, but he was such a great guy. I just adored him, all over.
Next morning at breakfast, Uncle Bert came into the kitchen and shook his head as he grinned at us sitting there together. "Boys! He shook his head. "I thought I told you not to talk all night. Maybe you'd better sleep inside tonight, Graeme."
"No way!" Graeme protested. "I'm sleeping with Virgil. We're having fun."
"Okay then," Uncle replied. "It's only for a few days I suppose, but just remember that you need your sleep. You can always have your fun in the daytime."
It was only for a few days, we'd be moving on soon. Damm and bugger it! I wondered if I could kidnap him and take him home and keep him in my bedroom? No, probably not.
"Virgil?" Graeme asked "Do you want to have some fun in the daytime?"
"Sure do, "I grinned. "All day and all of the night too."
"You'll wear me out," he grinned back. "But, what a way to go!"
"Oh yes!"
"Speaking of having fun," Aunt Iris said. "The carnival is still going, down at the Bay. I could drop you down there if you want to go for a few hours."
"Sounds good, Aunty," Graeme yawned. "But can we do that after lunch? I might go back to bed for an hour or two."
Yawning was contagious, as always. I stretched my jaw muscles too.
We went back to the tent and stripped off. It was warm in there already, it was going to be a hot day. We lay on top of the covers and cuddled. I thought that we were going to have sex, but we didn't. In 5 minutes we were both sound asleep.
We slept until lunchtime. Damm, I like being on holiday.
Gran woke us up, clapping her hands together and calling out. We could see her shadow on the roof of the tent. "Virgil? Graeme? Anybody alive in there?"
"I'm awake. Hey Gran, how's the head?"
"It's been better. Iris says for you to get up now. Go and have a shower and then lunch will be ready. We're going to the carnival after lunch, so put some decent clothes on, okay?"
"Thanks, Gran. We're coming."
"There's no time for that now. Just get out of bed."
"Oh shit!" Graeme sat up and looked worried. "Do you think she knows what we've been doing?"
I just stretched and grinned at him. Man! He was so nice to look at. I wished that I could wake up like this every day.
"It's okay. Settle down. Gran doesn't know anything. She just thinks she's being funny. She talks like that all the time."
"Okay. I suppose you'd know." He scrambled around for his clothes. "I'll go and shower in the house. Are you coming with me or will you use the one in the housetruck? Oh, there won't be any hot water in there, will there?"
"Of course there will, it's solar heated, and gas too. But I'm not using it, there'll more room in the house one. I'd love to come in with you, but we'd better not. You go first and I'll wait for you."
"Right. Thanks. See you soon."
Graeme ran off and I got my clothes on. The tent stunk of boy sweat! So, I draped all of the bedding, including the sheet, over the clothes-lines. I left the pillows out on the patio deck and tied the tent-flaps wide-open.
Graeme came back, looking gorgeous in his fresh new clothes, and said that the shower was free, and, "No wanking in there. Save it for tonight."
"You've got it! I'm saving all my loving for you. I'd better go and get my good clothes from the truck first."
After lunch, Uncle Bert drove Mum, Gran, Graeme and I across town to Caroline Bay. He had to go to work, he was a boilerman at the hospital. He said he'd be back to collect us at 5 o'clock and if we weren't there waiting, we'd be walking home.
Graeme and I were sweet for money. Mum, Gran, Uncle Bert and Aunt Iris had all given us some on the quiet and said not to tell the others. Hah! As if we would.
As soon as he dropped us off, up the hill above the bay, we lost Mum and Gran in the crowd and headed for side-show alley. Actually, I think that they went to the beer tent. I was glad that Graeme wasn't into drinking.
We had a great time around the carnival, and, naturally, drew a lot of attention. Between my hair, which I was wearing loose because he wanted me to, and Graeme's good looks, everybody was looking at us.
For once, I didn't care, they could look all they liked. No-one knew me here anyway and I was proud to be with him. Hah! One thing started worrying me though. As the afternoon went on, we seemed to have a group of giggling girls hanging around and following us wherever we went. I tried to ignore them and keep moving, but Graeme didn't. He was way too interested in them and he was lapping up all the attention.
We sat watching the open-air concert in the Sound Shell and they were all around us. Graeme was in no hurry, but I finally got him to move on. We went on the Ferris wheel and, somehow, we finished up with Graeme in one seat, with two girls, and me in another with two more. He looked like he was having a good time. I wasn't. I was pissed! Bloody girls. I just wanted to get rid of them.
After that, we were walking through the crowd and they were still with us, like we were married or something. Two of them were hanging on to his arms. No! I did not want to go for a walk through the rhododendron gardens with any stupid girls. Graeme wanted to go and I could see the confusion in his eyes.
I was being stupid and jealous, I knew, but - dammit! I only wanted to be with him and these girls were getting in the way.
"Okay Virgil. If you don't want to go, then we won't. What do you want to do?"
"Graeme, if you want to go, then go. Don't let me stop you. Please yourself."
Just then, I was delighted to see a familiar face coming through the crowd. Joel was there! I'd never been so pleased to see him.
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