Package Holiday

Package Holiday

Chapter Four: Artwork

I awoke at about eight o o'clock the next morning, and a feeling of depression came over me. Bill was still asleep on the floor of our cabin. And I noticed he was just beginning to stir. I hopped out of bed, and looking over, noticed that Simon's bed was empty - no doubt he was in the bathroom.

Bill hauled himself up from the floor. "Like your jim jams!" he said. "You don't half get a good view from floor level!" I felt embarrassed. "See it all, did you?" I asked, attempting to shrug it off, and transfer the embarrassment to him. "Not quite," said Bill. "Bit dark up there! Perhaps next time I'll look a bit closer." "There won't be a next time," I thought, "If I can help it!" When the hell was Simon going to come out of the bathroom? I was not only dying for a piss, I was dying to get away from Bill.

"He went out in his running shorts a few minutes ago!" said Bill, as if reading my thoughts. I couldn't blame Simon. He too needed an escape route!

I went into the bathroom and had a piss. I decided to do the whole lot - the three sh's as I call it - Shit, Shave, and Shower. I came out wrapped in a towel. To my horror, I saw Bill was holding the nude sketch I had drawn of Simon. I panicked. I hadn't even shown it to Simon, yet. He must have been looking through my drawer!

"What are you doing with that?" I demanded. "It must have slipped out of the drawer at the back," apologised Bill. "I just picked it up off the floor and then, when I saw it, well, I just couldn't take my eyes off it. Sorry!" "I can explain that," I said hastily. "Simon was asleep in his underpants yesterday afternoon, and ... " "No need to explain," said Bill, giving me a look of complete understanding.

"I think it's a wonderful drawing, even if you did have to create the contents of his underpants from your imagination!"

Suddenly, Bill wasn't such a pain after all. "I was wondering if you'd do one of me?" he asked? "What, nude?" I asked, completely gobsmacked. "Yes. Richard's has a joke going about me, always calls me cowboy. I came out the shower yesterday, and I'd forgotten to take my towel into the bathroom. Now he calls me 'naked cowboy'. It would be quite a laugh if you could draw me as a cowboy, complete with Stetson and gun holsters?"

I thought for a minute. Suddenly I had an inspiration. I took Bill's head between my hands, pulled it towards me, and gave him a big kiss on each cheek. "Bill, you're a sweet, sweet, boy! Of course I'll do it. But you'll have to come round for a sitting." "Couldn't you just sketch my face now, and add the rest like you did on the sketch of Simon?" he asked. I explained that I really drew Simon from life. His whole body was there, it was just a bit of detail that I invented. "No, you'd need to come for a sitting. I'd need you to pose nude, if you want a lifelike nude drawing. Would that be embarrassing for you?" I asked.

"Remember to imagine that Simon will be here, as well." "Nah! I'm not shy!" replied Bill. . "One other thing. Do you want to be drawn with or without an erection?" "It would be an even bigger laugh with a hard on!" Bill said. "If I can get one at the right time, of course!" "I think you'll be able to manage OK, even if you need a bit of help!" I grinned. "How about eleven thirty tonight?" "Perfect!" agreed Bill. "Richard will be away tonight. He's visiting an aunt who lives a few miles away, and is staying overnight." "Fine! See you at eleven thirty. And don't mention anything to Simon. He might not approve. I'll clear it with him!" "OK!" agreed Bill.

"Oh, by the way. On no account forget your key!" I added. Bill nodded. "I'd best get back upstairs. That room mate of mine must be awake by now. Cheers!" and going out of the door he almost collided with Simon, who was just returning from his morning run.

He came in, dripping with sweat. "God! I'm dying for a shower!" he exclaimed, pulling off his T-shirt. His torso glistened with sweat, and he went straight into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar so we could speak.

"Has he really gone?" called Simon, sounding muffled now he was in the shower cubicle. "He certainly knows how to choose his moments! He spoiled the end of our evening!" "I know, Si. But I've been having a bit of a chat with him while you were out. He's not such a bad guy" "No, I guess it's just the time he chose that pissed me off!"

I began to think tonight might be more difficult than I had thought. "He's not so bad, really!" I said. "And we do have to be sociable. We're on holiday, remember?" "Yeah! Guess I'm being silly. We've the whole day ahead for ourselves!"

Simon emerged from the shower, and we went for breakfast. "It's a lovely day, what shall we do?" he asked. "Let's have that lost game of tennis this morning, grab a sandwich in the bar up here, and then have a swim this afternoon!" I suggested. "Sounds like the extremely healthy option!" he grinned. "But I suppose we need to work a bit of the alcohol out of our system. And we could plot and plan this evening's activities over the sandwich!"

We got down to the courts, but we were too late - they were all in use. "Shit!" cursed Simon. "Come on then, let's get down to the Sloop for a game of darts!"

We drank got in the pub at about eleven, and it was almost deserted. We set our pints down on a table near the dartboard, and had a couple of games. We were pretty evenly matched, and one a game each. We resumed our pints, and were soon into our second, and ordering a ploughman's.

"Got a bit of paper and a pen, then?" asked Simon. "We'll set up tonight's challenge! Hey, where you going?" he added in alarm as I walked out. I returned about two minutes later, from the newsagent's next door to the pub. I tore two sheets out of the notepad I'd bought, and put a ballpoint and a sheet of paper firmly on the table in a deliberate sort of manner. "Don't know why you think I should always have to carry writing materials about with me!" I complained, giving a mock punch to his arm.

"You for the challenge, me for the penalty, today, then!" he said, and for five minutes we were quiet, writing, and finishing our drinks. When the writing had stopped, we swapped papers. "And the penalty is," I said, unfolding his slip of paper, "Whoever fails the challenge, shall lie on his bed, cover himself with a sheet, and throw each item of his clothing out from under the sheet until he has stripped naked. Then he must lie face up and be tickled through the sheet, for three minutes, without protecting himself to fend off the tickling."

"OK by me!" I commented. "As I said earlier, tickling doesn't make me flinch!"

Simon started to read my challenge. "The penalty is to be carried out by whoever fails to persuade someone to come back to the cabin, strip completely naked, and remain so for half an hour." "Phew!" gasped Simon. "We could easily both be abject failures tonight." "What happens then?" I went along with him. "Do we both get under the same sheet, or under separate ones at different times?" "We'll play that by ear if it happens," he said. "Come to think of it, there is a snag with your challenge! If we both manage to get a willing bird back to the cabin, they're not exactly going to want to strip off in front of each other, now, are they?"

Good point, I hadn't thought of that one. "Let's have two rendezvous! Eleven thirty and twelve thirty!" I suggested. "Whoever has the later time, parts with his victim at eleven thirty, asking for an hours grace on the pretext of getting rid of his cabin mate first. When the victim arrives, he simply explains, in whispers, of course, that he wouldn't go."

"Clever ruse!" said Si, admiringly. "I'll take the first slot, then!" I offered. "Then, if I fail, you get a bit of an advantage with an extra hour to find someone!" "You generous devil! A whole extra hour to find someone who doesn't exist."

Our ploughmen came, and we washed them down with another pint. "Better go now. We could have a swim when we get back, as long as we don't overdo the booze!"

On the way back through the village, we restocked with booze for the cabin. Likely, our victims would appreciate a drink. I was sure we would! The sun was shining, and we got back, changed into our swimming trunks, grabbed a towel, and headed for the pool. By the time evening came, we were feeling really relaxed and refreshed, as we sat in the a la carte restaurant for dinner.

While we were waiting to be served, Simon's hand was on the table, and I laid my hand on his wrist. "What'll we do on Saturday?" I asked. "How do you mean?" he asked. "Well, we've become almost inseparable after only a couple of days. I don't think I'll be able to cope come Sunday, when I'm back home!"

"Do you know, we don't even know where each other lives?" Simon said. "For all I know, we might live in the same town." "I live with my parents in Folkestone!" I said. "Oh, that's bad news!" Simon ventured. "I'm from Bath. Not exactly close for getting together regularly, are we?" He went quiet for a minute while he refilled our glasses with Chardonnay. Then he resumed the conversation. "Wait a minute! You said you were going to start at University in the autumn. Where?" "Of course! I haven't got used to the idea that I'll be leaving home in a few weeks! I've got a place in Cambridge," I replied. "In fact, I'm off there next week, to find myself some accommodation."

"Uh!" said Simon, enigmatically. "Let's make the most of each other's company while we can, then!"

After our meal, we spent an hour propping up the bar at the disco, and then once again decided to split up, and take our chances separately. I didn't want to be spotted between now and eleven thirty, so I sneaked back to the cabin, and lay on my bed in the dark. I left sneakily at about eleven, and at twenty past, I returned openly, noticing the lights were on as I approached. Perfect timing!

"Hi, Dan!" smiled Simon as I went in. "What you got in store, then?" "Well, let's wait and see if anyone turns up, shall we?" I answered smugly. I casually produced my sketch pad from my drawer, and started doodling. At spot on half past, there was a knock on the door.

"Bloody hell!" gasped Simon in alarm. "Don't say you've found a victim!" I opened the door and let Bill in. As he entered I whispered "OK. He knows that you're going to strip off!" in his ear. "Have a drink, Bill!" beamed Simon, getting out the glasses. He came over to me. "That's no bird!" he rasped, through clenched teeth. "Read the terms and conditions, old chap!" I said, airily. "It says 'someone"

Soon we all had a drink, and I was sitting on the chair by the dressing table, Bill on the end of my bed. "OK! Ready when you are, Bill!" I said. Bill got up, and undressed, folding his clothes in a neat pile as he did so.

Simon looked on, open mouthed. "Now, I should stand like this," I explained to Bill, imitating a cowboy, legs apart in a bandy sort of way, and hands poised above imaginary gun holsters. Bill took up the pose, facing both of us full frontal. Simon was mesmerised by Bill's cock, which was hanging down a good six inches below a fuzzy mound of mousy coloured hair.

"That OK?" asked Bill, nervously. "Fine!" I said, and started sketching. "As I mentioned to you this morning," I said to Simon while I was working away, and I told him the story as if I was recapping it. Simon's face wore a twisted grin. After I had completed most of the sketch, putting on a Stetson and strapping gun holsters to Bill's naked thighs, I came to the undecided bit.

"Bill's not sure whether it would be a better laugh for Richard if he was drawn with a hard-on," I explained to Simon. "Oh! Definitely, I should think!" agreed Simon. "Trouble is, I'm so nervous standing like this here in front of you two, it's not easy to get one!"

"Is that so?" asked Simon, walking round behind Bill, and putting his hands between his legs, started to gently stroke Bill's balls. Bill's penis started to swell, and soon, although not hard, became self supporting, so to speak. Simon's fingers reached through further, and stroked it to help it on its way. His other hand came round Bill's waist, and held his shaft, slowly moving it up and down it. Within a couple of minutes Bill had his desired erection.

And what an erection it was, too! "Out of the way, Simon, while I get this!" I cried, drawing rapidly. Simon came round in front of Bill, and gave a silent whistle. "Wow! That's huge!" said Simon. "What a monster!" Poor Bill turned bright red, but gamely held his pose, while I finished the sketch.

"All done!" I announced, and showed the finished work to Simon, while Bill was getting dressed. "Hey, that's good!" he complimented me. I might commission you myself before the end of the week!" "That's rich, considering you were chicken yesterday afternoon!" I mocked. "I'm not getting into that!" Simon replied, laughing it off. "I was talking portraits!"

I handed the sketch to Bill when he'd got his clothes back on, and he was mightily impressed. He rolled it carefully, and pumped my hand up and down, thanking me. "When we have that get together drink, I owe you a couple!" he said, and walked out, pleased as punch.

I looked at my watch. It was twenty past midnight. "Thought neither of us could do it, did you?" I asked. "Under the sheet with you, then!" "Oh ye of little faith!" intoned Simon. "It's not half twelve, yet." "OK! I'm willing to wait ten minutes for a miracle to happen," I said, lightly, but somehow I had a feeling all was not going my way. We had another drink, and waited. At dead on half past, there was a knock on the cabin door. "Strewth!" I exclaimed. "Don't say you did it?" "I always rise to a challenge!" grinned Simon mischievously, giving me a backwards glance as he headed for the door.

He opened the door, and in walked Richard! "Hi!" I greeted him weakly, giving him a little wave. "I thought you were supposed to be visiting your aunt?" "I was! But I got chatting to Simon in the bar tonight. It's a long story, but I was explaining how niggled Bill gets when I call him Naked Cowboy!" "Try me!" I said, while Simon was pouring the drinks. "I've always called him Cowboy, as I'm really into westerns. But yesterday he forgot to take his towel into the bathroom, and came out into the bedroom with nothing on him except water, and rushed for his towel. That's how he became Naked Cowboy! He hates it!"

At least the story was consistent. Simon gave each of us a glass of wine, and we sat down to continue the chat. "Anyway," continued Richard, as Bill is a bit of a porn buff, I thought ..." "Porn buff?" I interrupted. "Yeah! You should see his collection of dirty magazines he's brought with him. Men, women, couples, threesomes, you name it!" "Well, the dark horse!" I said. It suddenly came to me why he was a little slow in getting a hard on. Just stripping in front of Simon would make me hard. He'd obviously been wanking while reading his magazines!

"Anyway," continued Richard. "I was telling Simon this, and saying what a wheeze it would be if I could give him a reminder of our week here with a personalised dirty photo, dedicated to Naked Cowboy! Simon came up with a brilliant idea. He would take one with his digital."

"Didn't know you had a digital camera?" I asked, turning to Simon. "Did you bring a PC and printer as well?" He produced a camera and a mini snapshot printer from one of his drawers. "But what about your aunt?" I asked Richard. "Had to put her off. Simon insisted that tonight would be best for taking the photo, as he didn't want to commit himself for the rest of the week. But I didn't tell Bill, so as it will come as a surprise to him when I present him with the finished work!"

"OK! Let's get going," suggested Simon, turning his camera on. "What sort of pic did you want?" "I think I want to say Prick and Arsehole to Bill," explained Richard. "Simple, then! I'll take a few of each, and we'll print the best two."

We continued with our drinks, and when Richard had finished his, Simon suggested he strip. "I don't need to do that, surely, for an arse and prick shot?" protested Richard. Simon put his arm round Richard's shoulders. "Think about it," he said, "Bill's into hard porn. Your dick flopping out of your flies surrounded by trouser, is hardly going to meet the bill, if you'll forgive the pun." "You're right!" said Richard. He turned to me. "Do you think you could retreat to the bathroom while Simon and I do this thing?" he asked.

Simon cut in immediately. "No, I need Dan to advise me on shooting angles, and suitability of the photos before I print them!" he objected. Good for Simon! But he was probably heading off a dispute should I decide to disbelieve that Richard had completely stripped.

"But I'm shy!" complained Richard coyly. I went up to him, and cupped his package in my hand. I manipulated it gently. "Oh!" he said, as he felt my hand becoming too small to hold him for much longer. "You might be shy, but what I'm holding right now can't wait to get out and have a look at me!" I remarked. "OK! " Richard agreed, suddenly climbing out of his clothes, and flagrantly sporting the erection I had produced.

Simon decided, in view of the opportunity, to take the frontals first, and then had Richard turn round, bend over, and pull his cheeks apart to expose his arsehole.

"OK! I've got plenty for you! I'll print off, the best ones, and let you have them tomorrow!" he said. Richard climbed back into his clothes, looking rather embarrassed. "Er, could I kip down here tonight? Bill thinks I'm at my aunt's!" "NO!" we shouted in unison, propelling him towards the door. "You'll have to tell him your aunt was ill!"

Once again we settled down for a quite drink together, just the two of us. "What about the penalties?" I asked. "No problem. We both succeeded. Expected women, but the way the challenge was worded, I suddenly realised I wasn't restricted, which made the search easier. Richard turning up in the bar like that was a godsend!" "How long do we have to wait before we can be sure he won't bounce back, locked out?" I asked. "We'll not answer the door this time! Turn the lights off. We can have a few drinks in the dark, and if we keep our voices down, he won't know we're still up!" "Let's get ready for bed first," I suggested. "Then, when we're ready to crash, we can crash, and won't have to turn the lights on again!"

We changed into our nightwear, and Simon emptied the current wine bottle into our glasses, and we started relaxing. I lay on my bed on my back with my knees up, Simon sat on the edge of the bed by my feet, and leaned back against the wall. We luxuriated in a bit of quiet, and the soporific effect of the wine.

Simon rested his elbow on one of my raised knees. "Oy!" I protested. "That's my knee, not an arm rest! Get it off!"

Simon complied by casually sliding his hand down the inside of my leg until it reached the gaping leg hole of my very short pyjama shorts, and came to rest inside the shorts in the crease of my leg. I lay there acutely aware of its presence, which was beginning to arouse me, but decided to ignore it and pretend I hadn't really noticed.

"Funny!" said Simon removing his hand. "Yesterday you were embarrassed by those shorts, but now you don't care!" "I'm not worried with the lights being out. It's so completely dark in here with the curtains drawn, there's nothing embarrassing to be seen!" "Bet you don't mean that!" he said, instantly. "OK! Bet me what?" I challenged. "Bet you wouldn't dare to take them right off!" "How much do you bet?" I asked. I was beginning to get as bad as Simon about a bet! "I promise to play fair in tomorrow's game of strip poker!" he laughed. "Charming! My gain is that you'll play fair! And anyway, who said we were playing strip poker tomorrow?"

"OK! It was an idle bet. Just think you wouldn't have the nerve to do it!" "Crap!" I said, and pulled them off, throwing them across the room, and resuming my original position. "There! They're on the floor somewhere by your bed!" "That could have been pillowcase for all I know!" Simon mocked. "You'd better check out what I threw on the floor, then," I suggested.

But Simon thought differently. There's an easier way than that!" he whispered, and started sliding his hand slowly down my leg again. This time, when his hand reached the end of my leg, it didn't rest. It started wandering across my naked balls.

"Hey!" I cried, pressing my legs firmly together. His hand was now trapped by the wrist by my legs, and in contact with my prick, which was rapidly growing. "You asked me to check it out, that's what I'm doing!" he said in a hurt voice. "Well, fuck off!" I complained. He backed off immediately, and crawled over to his bed. He found my shorts en-route, and threw them at me. "Here! Take your fucking shorts if that's how you feel!" he said, and jumped into bed. I pulled my shorts back on, and got into my bed. "Goodnight Dan!" Simon called, in a broken voice.

I ignored him, but I couldn't sleep. I lay there tossing and turning, worrying about having upset the best mate I had ever had. The trouble was, I couldn't tell whether it was just horseplay on Simon's part, or something more serious. If it was horseplay and I didn't resist, it could damage our friendship. If it was affectionate fondling, then I could see that I might have been quite hurtful.

I just couldn't get off to sleep, despite the alcohol. I got up to go to the toilet, careful not to make a noise or turn the light on lest I disturb Simon. I just got back in bed, when I heard Simon padding across to the bathroom. He obviously was upset and unable to sleep, too.

I heard the flush, and I heard Simon's feet padding, not towards his own bed, but towards mine. He gently lifted the covers, and crept in beside me.

He snuggled up close. "Sorry!" he whispered. I turned over and hugged him. "So am I!" I said. We settled down on our sides, cuddled up together, and drifted off to sleep ...

To be continued ....