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Note: For the sake of readability, I have cleaned up the English of Marco, the Italian boy that Jake and I meet in this chapter of the story.
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Club Med Vacation Chapter Three
I was glad that Jake had pulled me in toward the shore. I hadn't passed out, fainted or anything akin to that, but that was one powerful orgasm. I think it was the added excitement of having done what we had done out there more or less in the open that made it so much more intense. I just hoped that Jake had been telling the truth when he said that no one was watching though. It would be so embarrassing if anyone knew what we had done, certainly more so than just being naked out here on the beach in relative public.
Jake and I were sitting in shallow water near the shore. Once I regained my composure enough - or rather, once my dick had softened enough - Jake and I got up and walked back across the sand to where we had left our things. As we did, I noticed a boy who looked to be around our age climbing down a rocky slope about forty or fifty yards from where our stuff was. I could tell that he had light brown, nearly shoulder length hair and a dark, all-over tan. I could tell that because all he was wearing was a pair of sandals. The only other two things I could tell about him at that point was that his flaccid dick was swinging gently between his legs as he came down a narrow path, the other was that there was a small dark patch of pubes above it.
Jake had seemed to notice him too as when we sat down. He looked over his shoulder in the direction from which the boy was coming. A moment later he was standing next to us. In surprisingly good English, though heavily accented with Italian, the boy asked if he could sit down. Jake patted his hand on his towel indicating it was okay for him to join us. He sat facing us with his legs crossed. This gave us a very good view of his uncircumcised penis, the same sort of view he had of both of ours as we sat facing him. His looked about two and a half inches long or so in its present state. His foreskin was long enough that it covered the entire head, and then some. I had never seen an uncut dick before. I tried not to stare even though I found it fascinating.
The boy reached out his hand to us in introduction and said "My name is Marco." We each shook hands with him and told him our names. When he was shaking hands with Jake, I glanced over in Jake's direction, and noticed two things about Jake. One was that he was about half hard, and the other was that his eyes weren't on Marco's - they were looking straight at Marco's dick. Marco's eyes were watching where Jake's were though.
Marco smiled at him and said "You like what you see?"
For the first time since I'd met him the day before, Jake blushed. "I've never seen one with all the skin on it before," Jake told him. Now there was something that I filed away in the back of my mind. He'd apparently seen ones that were circumcised before, which reinforced my theory that he had messed around with guys before we met yesterday. Then again, maybe he was talking about mine - he had seen it after all.
Marco looked back and forth between Jake and me, sizing us up as it were. "He is obviously American," he said, nodding toward me. "You sound like American, but you look like Italian - except there," he added pointing at Jake's dick.
"I'm Jewish," Jake told him. "My father is from Israel. That's where I get my looks from." I had to admit that Marco was right. Jake did have a Mediterranean look about him.
Marco glanced back and forth between Jake and me. Then he said quietly, "I saw what you did out in the water." He pointed up the slope he had come down from and Jake and I could now see that there was a ledge up there that would afford a very good view of the beach without it being very obvious that there was someone up there. I couldn't believe this - I can't even find the words to describe the embarrassment to this day. Someone had watched Jake masturbating me out in the water - and here he was now, sitting with us. All three of us were naked and he was telling us he had watched what we were doing a few minutes before. I felt a flush through my whole body and knew that I was a deep shade of red all over. I looked over at Jake as he looked at me. He too was blushing deeply.
"Come," Marco said as he stood up. "Let me show you where I like to lay. It's much more private up there."
Jake and I stood and started to follow, but Marco turned around and told us, "No, bring your things, and you should put on your shoes, there are many rocks on the path." I looked and Jake and shrugged. We both did as he suggested and slipped our shoes on. Then we gathered our things, carrying them with us as we followed Marco up the hill.
When we got to the little ledge where Marco had watched us in the water, we found that it was a comfortable-looking little roost. The climb had been rocky, but the ground up here was sandy and soft. Marco kicked his sandals off and stepped over to the edge of the little shelf on the hillside we had found ourselves on. There was a small outcropping of rocks that gave a little cover, making it difficult to see anyone watching if you were below on the beach. We were probably about sixty feet or so up, and from here the water was crystal clear well past where we had been. It would have been very easy for Marco to have been able to tell exactly what we were doing from this vantage point.
Then I noticed the imprints left by his knees in the sand, and there were damp traces of a gooey white substance on the rocks just in front of them. I looked from there back to where Marco was now standing. Marco grinned at me and nodded, then made a jacking motion with his hand, acknowledging what I already knew. It seemed that Jake was the only one of the three of us who hadn't cum yet today. Jake hadn't noticed the mess that Marco had left on the rocks as far as I could tell, and wasn't all that interested in looking that direction once I started spreading our towels out on the sand next to Marco's up here in his little perch.
I lay the towels out, overlapping each other and after Jake kicked his shoes off and lay on his back, I thought about the fact that Jake was the only one of us was still left unsatisfied. Maybe we should give our new friend a little show. Yeah, with my moment of supreme embarrassment past, I was getting a lot bolder for some reason. I couldn't have explained it if you asked me to then, and I'm not sure that I could. No matter though, I had this in my mind now and I was going to go through with it.
I lay down next to Jake placing myself so that my head was next to his crotch. Then I reached out and grasped Jacob's dick. I gave a few tentative strokes, fully aware that we had an audience this time. I couldn't believe I was being so brash as to do this here - out in the open and fully aware that someone was watching. 'What the hell?' I thought, 'in for a penny, in for a pound' as the expression goes. I lifted my head and after a few tentative licks, took him fully into my mouth. The taste was far more salty than I remembered, but all things considered - we had been swimming in salt water - so I suppose that was natural. It didn't last long though - the extra salty taste that is. Soon enough it was just the taste of Jacob's dick. I felt the tip of it pushing at the back of my throat and started to gag a little.
Then I heard Marco behind me, urging me on. "Go on, take it all," he said. I don't know exactly how I did it, but I willed myself to open up my throat to take him all the way into my mouth and somehow it worked. I felt the head of his dick enter my throat and his pubic hairs brushing against my nose. I had never been able to do that before. It's difficult now to describe how it felt. The best I can come up with is 'strange.'
I moved my mouth up and down though, sucking as I did. I felt my nose touching Jake's pubes more than a few times as I did. From the moans he was letting out, and the feeling of his fingers playing in my hair, I was sure he was enjoying what I was doing. I was careful to keep my teeth away from him - I had learned better than to let my teeth scrape that ultra-sensitive area the first time I had ever taken a dick into my mouth. It is good to learn from one's mistakes.
I reached an arm over Jake, and hooked it under his far leg, lifting it up. This gave the fingers of that hand access to Jake's hole, which they were just able to reach. I started to finger at him gently as I sucked and I swear I could feel that beautiful dick of his begin to swell even bigger in my mouth. Jake started moaning that he was about to cum, but I didn't care. I wanted to taste his spunk, so I kept going. I sucked even harder if anything, and was rewarded momentarily with several blasts into my throat and the back of my mouth.
Once Jake had finished cumming, I took my head away from his dick and looked up. Marco was close - his face only a few inches away, so I took a chance a reached out, pulling his face closer to mine. Marco didn't resist, and I really didn't know where I had found it within myself to do this with someone I didn't know at all - and someone I barely knew, but here I was... Marco opened his mouth as our lips met and I shared what was left of Jacob's seed in my mouth with him. There wasn't a lot as I had swallowed most of it, but there was still enough there for Marco to get a taste. He certainly didn't seem upset by it. In fact he really seemed to enjoy it.
I know it seems like I'm skipping ahead here, and I am. How much can I say about the three of us lying in the sun up there on the cliff for the better part of the afternoon though? I rolled over, he rolled over, and one of us rubbed sun tan lotion on someone else... That's all there was though. At least until it was time for Jake and me to leave.
I had long since put my shorts back on for fear of getting a burn on some of my more sensitive parts. Think about it - how would I have explained that? Jake had pulled his shorts back on not long after I did. I'm not sure if it was because of his not wanting me to feel weird, or if he was afraid of getting a burn in some embarrassing locations as well, or maybe a combination of the two. Marco left his off the entire time though. I suppose he was really used to sunbathing naked. It sure seemed like he was, because he had a really good all over base tan.
As we were getting ready to leave late that afternoon, Marco asked if we wanted to meet up again later to go to a place where a lot of the local young people, as well as tourists, got together to dance and party at night. I pulled the map out of the pocket of my bag and Marco showed me where the place he was talking about was located. It was in a fairly secluded spot on the west side of the island. I wasn't completely sure about agreeing to meet him over there. First, the hotel where we were staying was on the east side, then - who knew what our parents might have planned for that evening that was might include us anyway?
Jake seemed more sure of what our parents would be doing though. He told Marco that we would meet him at the Cristal Bar somewhere between 8:30 and 9:00 that evening. I recognized the name of the place as the one just down the street from the hotel where we had stopped for the Mirto the night before. Marco told us he would be in the back room of the bar. I hadn't noticed that there was a back room when we'd been there the night before, but if we couldn't find it I'm sure we could manage to get across to the bartender what we were looking for.
Jake and I put our shoes back on, stuffed our towels and shirts into my bag and made our way back to the scooter. Once more Jake rested his hands gently on my skin just above my waist as we rode back to the hotel. We got there just after five thirty and both went directly to our rooms to clean up, waving at our parents, who were sitting in the dining room sipping on cappuccinos as we passed. I got off the elevator on the fourth floor, but Jake stayed on. I still didn't know where his room was located, but that narrowed it down since the Hotel Excelsior only has five floors.
My parents were still sitting in the hotel dining area with Jake's, but he wasn't there yet. I went to the bar and got a cappuccino before I joined them. Jake came into the room a couple minutes later and he too went to the bar for a cappuccino before coming over to the table. "So, what are we doing for dinner?" Jake asked as he sat down next to his mother.
Jake's father answered the question - there was a steak house a few blocks from the hotel, just around from the marina where our boat was moored. We walked to the restaurant, which turned out to be half way up a rather steep hill. It was quite a climb to get there. I really hoped this was going to be worth it.
We started dinner a little ahead of schedule, but the way dinner goes in Italy, one course at a time, by the time we left the restaurant we were going to be able to meet Marco just a few minutes later than we'd agreed if we were lucky. Let me throw in here that there is a reason that Italy is known for pasta and veal, but not steak. As we passed an ice cream shop, my parents suggested that we stop to get a gelato.
Jake and I glanced at each other. I knew my parents were going to think it was weird for me to turn down ice cream, but we had to get to our meeting with Marco. "Um, actually we met some Italian kids at the beach this afternoon," I said.
"They said they'd show us around tonight," Jake added as he glanced at his watch. "We're almost late to meet them back by the hotel."
My dad gave a little frown, almost like he knew something was up, but told us to go on to meet our new friends. "You know how I value punctuality," he added just before our parents went into the shop to get their own dessert.
"Oh boys," Jake's mother added, "breakfast is going to be at 8:30 tomorrow morning, so don't stay out too late."
"We won't," we said in chorus and hurried off to meet Marco at the Cristal Bar.
When we got there, it was pretty busy. It was mostly young people who were in the bar, and most were older than we were by a few years. I still didn't see any sign of the back room Marco had mentioned. Jake fortunately was a little more observant, as while I was getting us a couple beers, he spotted the short hallway that led to the rear section of the bar.
We walked in and waited for a moment while our eyes adjusted to the dim light. There were a couple sofas and a couple easy chairs against the front and back walls. Suddenly Marco was standing next to us. "I'm glad you came," he said as he stepped behind us, putting an arm around each of our shoulders. He led us to one of the sofas where two other boys were already sitting. I didn't think there would be enough room for us all, but we managed to squeeze in.
Marco sat between us. I was against the sofa's arm, and Jake in the middle next to one of the Italian boys Marco was with before we arrived. Marco had a hand on each of our thighs as we sat there talking. Marco brought up going to a discotheque earlier that day, and being in the cramped back room, squeezed together on the couch wasn't exactly my idea of fun. Sure, Marco was cute, but not as cute as Jake. So if this was all we were going to do I'd rather just go back to the hotel with Jake and see what would happen there.
I drained my beer and asked Marco about going to the place he'd mentioned earlier that day. Marco craned his head around Jake, pressing his hands down more firmly on our legs as he leaned forward and rattled of a long string of something in Italian to the two boys on the other end of the sofa.
They both came back with something - God only knows what it was. About the only thing I could pick up from the conversation they were having was "Americani."
After a brief exchange with his two friends, Marco told us that we were going to Cormorano, a night club on the far side of the island. He told us we could ride with him and his friends on their mopeds, but seemed fairly impressed that we had a Vespa scooter of our own that we could follow them on. They all found it pretty amusing though when Jake and I put our helmets on as we got ready to leave a few minutes later. They all rode with theirs on their knees.
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