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Club Med Vacation Chapter Four
It took us about twenty minutes to make our way through the hills to Cormorano, the night club on the west side of the island. The delay was mostly because the mopeds we were following were a lot slower than the Vespa. The road wound around through the hills, and as far as landmarks went there weren't many to speak of on the way. The scenery was mainly rock outcroppings, trees and underbrush. Fortunately there were only a couple turns, so if we left on our own it wouldn't be too hard to find our way back to the other side of the island.
The parking lot was pretty full, and quite the model of disarray. Marco and his three friends who we were following were quite skilled at maneuvering their mopeds. They moved easily through the jumble of cars. Having just recently turned sixteen, I wasn't even really used to driving a car yet, and I definitely wasn't used to having to navigate a scooter. On the open road it wasn't too bad, but the mess this parking lot was in certainly made things difficult for me, especially with Jake on the back. We finally made it through, and I parked the Vespa next to their mopeds. We followed them through a side door and found ourselves in the midst of a huge party.
It was very noisy between the music and people trying to talk - or rather shout - over it. The music wasn't really the sort I was fond of. The club catered more to the disco/dance crowd and I've always been the typical white guy - can't sing, can't dance, can't play basketball. I've always liked more of the classic rock genre. I mean, I was the only kid in my second grade class who listened to Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention. In fact that was all I would listen to until I got to high school. I doubt you're interested in my musical tastes though, so forgive my digression.
The six of us piled into a big circular booth near the back of the room. This time I was on the inside, next to Marco's friends, then Jake and finally Marco on the outside. The boy next to me was named Mateo, but he spoke very little English, so it was difficult to talk with him. But words were not necessarily the only way to communicate with Mateo. I did get the point about his true sexual preference when he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh and told me with a comical look of disgust, "Here we only dance with the women."
Mateo was cute - as were Marco's other two friends. They all had black hair, dark brown eyes and the olive colored Mediterranean complexion. I have to tell you, I have always found that look really hot. I never did catch the other two guys' names, or if I did I can't remember them now. A waitress finally brought us a round of beers - Heineken grandés, these were 16 oz. bottles that also had a higher alcohol content than those available in the United States. I sat and nursed mine. I didn't want to get too much of a buzz on, having to drive the scooter, especially as Jake was riding with me back to the other side of the island. Marco and his friends got up once in a while to dance with some girls who were there. During one of Marco's absences, Jake told me that he had asked if he could come back to the hotel with us. "I've got no problem with it," I told Jake. "I don't want to stay here too much longer though."
"I don't really want to stay that much longer either," Jake agreed with me.
Soon Marco was back at the table, and Jake told him that we were ready to leave. Marco jabbered something at his friends in Italian, each of them replying something back. Then Marco leaned over to us and said "Mateo would like to come too, is this alright?"
Jake and I glanced at each other, and then nodded to Marco. Another brief exchange in Italian followed. Then the four of us left the club through the same door we had come in. If anything the parking lot was more crowded than when we had entered, and navigation made just a little more difficult by the two beers I had nursed through the couple hours we had spent inside. We drove back more quickly; either that or it was because the trip back was more downhill, so we made far better time on our return.
When we got back to the hotel it was just about midnight. Fortunately there was no sign of any of our parents in the hotel bar when we walked past on our way to the elevators. That meant we wouldn't have any explaining to do about bringing these two boys back to the hotel with us. "We're all going to your room, right?" Jake asked, placing an emphasis on the 'your room.'
I knew that he had his own room, but apparently he was somewhat paranoid about having anyone know exactly where it was for some reason. Whatever his concerns, I didn't share them, and it was fine with me if he wanted all of us to go to my room. I don't know if that's what Marco and Mateo had in mind or not, but it had been sort of my intention all along that we would all end up in the same room when we got back to the hotel, whether it was mine or Jake's.
I opened the door to my room and we followed the two Italian boys inside. Apparently they didn't have any problem with this idea either. I really didn't know if they were an 'item' sort of like Jake and I had been for the last couple days, and expected that we would have sex as two couples or if they were thinking that it would just be one big wild orgy. Either way was going to be fine with me. There is an old saying that 'a wet dick is a happy dick,' and I knew that either way, there were going to be four happy dicks tonight. A happy dick also has no conscience - particularly ones that are fifteen and sixteen years old. Mine may have only been half hard at that very moment, but I tell you, it was already aching for some action.
Marco and Mateo sat down on the bed and kicked off their shoes. Jake and I stood facing them and did the same. They were both wearing button-up shirts with the long sleeves rolled up almost up to their elbows and slacks; Jake and I were wearing Polo style pullover shirts and jeans. Marco and Mateo glanced at each other and nodded, then simultaneously pulled their shirttails out and started unbuttoning their shirts. They peeled them off and dropped them on the floor. So far, from the neck down, Marco and Mateo could have been brothers, almost twins. Both their chests were deeply tanned, thin, smooth and absolutely gorgeous.
Mateo lay back on the bed, lacing his fingers behind his head as he did. There was a tiny patch of black hair in each of his pits. The way he was stretched out, he was absolutely gorgeous. I stood there staring; I'm quite sure with a dumb look on my face, until Marco said "Are you going to take your shirt off?"
I looked, and Jake's shirt was already on the floor next to him. Not only that, he was already unfastening his pants. I followed suit and pulled my shirt over my head and shucked off my jeans. Now Jake and I were a little ahead of our new Italian friends, standing there only in our white briefs.
Marco looked at Mateo, who sat up then. They both opened their belts and pants. Then they lifted their butts off the bed to slip their slacks down their legs and kicked them off. Marco and Mateo were both wearing bikini style briefs. Marco's were dark blue and Mateo's were a deep red.
Now it was time for the big question - who was going to take the last step - the biggest one - first? Mateo was the one who made the decision for all of us. He rolled back on the bed until his legs were above him and his butt lifted up off the mattress. Then he hooked his thumbs into his briefs and slid them down his legs, rolling back into a sitting position as he did. When they got below his knees, he let them drop and kicked them away. Marco mimicked his move. The best thing about the way they had removed the skimpy little bikini briefs they were wearing was that it gave Jake and me a brief glimpse of that special, most private part of their bodies. Then as they each sat back up, we got a good look at those wonderful little Italian sausages they carried between their legs.
Looking them up and down, they could almost have been twins. Marco only had a little scattering of fine black hairs on his calves, where Mateo had a little more. The similarity in their groins was amazing. They were nearly identical in size, although I think Mateo had a slight advantage and the little nests of pubic hairs above each of their dicks was about the same size. The biggest difference in their features was their faces. They were both very cute, but Marco had a slightly larger nose, what I have heard described as more the "classic Italian nose."
I turned toward Jake, and putting my hands on his shoulders, moved him so that he was facing me. I dropped to my knees in front of him and nuzzled my face into his groin for a moment, taking in his musky, boy scent. I found it quite intoxicating. Finally I reached up, turned my hands so that my palms were against the outside of Jake's legs, and stuck my fingers up into the leg holes of his briefs. I curled my fingers a little, grasping them and slowly pulled them down his legs. Once they were down, I moved forward again, pushing his semi-hard penis aside with my nose and sucking that wonderful sack below it into my mouth. This caused Jake's penis to respond immediately.
I could say that the reason I backed off at then was because my mother had harped so much about things that could put your eyes out, and Jake's dick was definitely getting hard and pointy. Just the sort of thing Mom always warned me about getting near my eyes. The truth was that I had just wanted to tease him a little. I stood back up and we shared a quick kiss.
"Why did you stop?" he asked.
"We have plenty of time," I told him. "I don't want to rush things. Besides, I'm not even naked yet."
"Let me fix that," Jake said, repeating what I had just done to him, with the exception of sucking at my balls for a moment.
Once I too was naked, we turned back to our new Italian friends. Jake had a definite stiffy and I was about half hard. Jake was standing in front of Marco, and I in front of Mateo. Mateo reached out with one finger and for just a second touched the red strip around my middle where I had burned earlier that day.
He turned to Marco and said "Lui è scottatura."
Jake and I both looked askance at Marco, not having any idea what Mateo had said. "He says you have a sun burn," Marco told us. It was true, I did. Fortunately it wasn't too bad, at least not yet. I was curious how it would feel in the morning.
Mateo got up from the bed and embraced me. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me into him. I could feel his dick rubbing against mine as he did. The next thing I knew, Mateo was pulling me down on top of him on the bed. By the time he did, Jake had already joined Marco next to us.
This wasn't exactly the way I expected us to be paired off when we went back to the hotel. But I wasn't disappointed, and no one else seemed to be either. Mateo rolled over on top of me and started humping into me, rubbing our dicks together. It seemed to me that we were both hard enough to cut diamonds when he got up from the bed and rattled off something in Italian to Marco, who was on his side facing Jake. They had their arms around each other's waists and when I sat up to look over at them, it seemed as if they were doing the same thing Mateo and I had been moments before.
Marco looked up for a moment and churned out a few sentences of Italian back at Mateo, who bent over and picked up Marco's pants. He dug through the pockets for a moment before producing a small tub of Vaseline. He pulled the top off, and dropped it on the floor next to him, then dipped a finger into the jar.
I looked over at Marco and Jake, who were now sitting up on the bed looking sultry. "You had this planned didn't you?" I said to Marco, who just shrugged. I suppose after the show, or more appropriately, shows we had put on for him earlier that day it was a natural supposition what might happen that night, so I wasn't pissed or anything - not even surprised. I wasn't quite sure how far I had really wanted this to go - but it was pretty apparent how far it was about to.
Marco looked back over at me and said "He likes to play the part of the woman, can you do that?" I nodded in response just before Mateo leaned in and started rubbing the Vaseline up and down my shaft. I was definitely willing to go there.
When there was a fairly good coating of the slippery jelly all over the entire length of my dick, Mateo reached behind him and I could tell that he was rubbing what was left on his fingers into himself. Marco had apparently not been kidding about the sexual role that Mateo liked to play, and I damn sure wasn't about to argue!
Mateo pressed me back on the bed, once again lying on top of me. I didn't know where he was going with this at first, but then he rolled us over, toward the end of the bed, away from where Jake and Marco were. Now I was on top of him. Mateo did exactly what Marco had suggested he was going to do and brought his legs out around me, wrapping them around my back. As he did this he put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me upright, away from him.
I didn't really know what he was trying to do, but I didn't resist. I just let Mateo control the situation - he obviously wanted to get my dick inside him, but I was starting to get confused about exactly how he intended for me to do it. Yeah, I was between his legs as he lay on his back on my bed, and I was close, but he was still kind of pushing away. It finally became apparent that he was trying to get me to stand next to the bed as he inched himself toward the edge. When he got there, I pulled back just a little so I could push my achingly hard dick down to meet Mateo's hole.
As I touched the tip against him and began to push, I felt his legs tighten around me. This action had two effects. First, it caused his legs to spread a little farther apart and second, it pulled me into him. This caused my penetration to be a little swifter than I had intended it to be, but apparently that was what Mateo wanted so I didn't refuse him.
When I was about halfway in, Mateo stopped pulling with his legs, so I figured he wanted me to back off a little. "No arresto," he said with a gasp as he gave me another quick pull. That wasn't hard to figure out - he didn't want me to stop, so I continued to push into him. Mateo let out a moan as I bottomed out into him - it sounded like he was very satisfied. The position I was in wasn't very good for me though. If the bed had been a little higher, it might not have been so bad, but I had to keep my knees bent to stay inside him. I reached underneath him and lifted up, which helped a little, but I needed to be on the bed with him if this was going to work.
I tried to push Mateo back onto the bed and climb up with him, but he resisted and pushed away from me, causing my dick to slip out of him. He rolled off the end of the bed and motioned for me to lie down. I crawled up onto the bed and lay on my back. As I did, I glanced over at Marco and Jake. Jake was on his hands and knees on the bed and Marco was kneeling behind him, in the 'doggie style' position. As I looked, Jake's eyes more or less popped as Marco penetrated his ass. He let out a deep moan. I hadn't realized that Marco's dick had that much more girth than mine, but I hadn't really seen it when it was hard yet though, and from Jake's reaction it surely had to have been of a larger diameter.
Mateo in the meantime had climbed over me, just as Jake had done the night before, pulling my dick up and sitting back on it. My reentry was easy, and I humped up into him as he moved above me. Mateo apparently didn't enjoy this position as much as Jake had, and after a couple minutes he stopped and lay on top of me, then rolled us over so I was now on top.
I reached down and pulled his legs up, then resumed pumping in and out of him. This resulted in more satisfied moans and grunts from Mateo. Next to us on the bed, I could hear Jake's delicate squeals as Marco worked his dick in Jake's ass. When Mateo had rolled us over, it positioned us right next to Marco and Jake. So close in fact that Jake's arm and mine touched as we each braced ourselves on the bed.
Mateo reached down and began to stroke himself as I increased my pace. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and from the looks of things neither was he. I wasn't wrong. I've always heard there's something very special about cumming together, sort of a bond between lovers. The thing was, Mateo and I weren't really lovers - this was just sex - after all, we had only known each other for a few hours. Still, we did cum almost simultaneously. Mateo's sperm shot all the way up his chest, the first shot actually hit him with a 'splat' under his chin and was followed by four or five more blasts of diminishing force. Certainly there was no way to tell, but I swear from the feelings as I came inside him, filling his bowels, my volleys of semen entering his body had to be at least as strong as his had been.
I leaned back, pulling out of him as I did. I sat back on my feet and admired his body as Mateo moved his hand underneath his chin, wiping off a huge glob of his cum and then brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. The next bit he offered to me. I leaned forward to accept his gift onto my tongue. He tasted almost sweet - barely a hint of saltiness. On impulse I leaned forward and began to lick the remainder of his seed from his chest and stomach. I held some of the last of it in my mouth as I moved up to share it with him as we kissed. When we broke apart, I rolled off him to the far side of the bed from Jake and Marco. Call me a weirdo, but I thought the idea of watching them finish would really be hot.
Next to us on the bed, Marco was still drilling away at Jake. This boy sure had some sexual stamina! A few minutes later as Mateo and I watched, Jake sunk his head down onto the mattress and Marco arched his back. Suddenly Marco made one swift, violent thrust into Jake and stopped. Then retracted and made very hard, deliberate thrusts four more times before he collapsed over Jake's back.
Marco lay there on top of Jake recovering for a couple minutes. Then he rose back up onto his knees and extracted himself from Jake's backside. When he had done this, he went into the bathroom for a moment. I was able to hear the water running, so I assumed that he must be cleaning himself up. After he finished in the bathroom, he came back to the bed and pulled Mateo up from the bed by his wrists.
Marco muttered a string of Italian at Mateo that I really didn't catch any of, but Mateo went into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard water running from behind the closed door, then some other noises, and finally the toilet flushing. Then I heard the water in the sink running again. When he came out, they both put their clothes back on, preparing to leave.
Marco looked at Jake and me lying on the bed, naked together, and suggested that we meet him and Mateo at his little perch above the nude beach the next day. They didn't wait for an answer before leaving the room, shutting the door behind them.
I knew that we were supposed to be at breakfast with our parents at 8:30 in the morning, and it was already nearly 2:00. I knew that Jake hadn't cum yet, once again - but I was determined that he would before he left my room.
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