The Ways and Wanderings of a boy

On Holiday

Toby had needed some extra time to get his graduation but to his parent’s relief he managed to get it in the second attempt, even with grades that opened the doors to a university. To reward him for that they gave him a rail runner-ticket which enabled him to tour around Europe for a full glorious six weeks by train. Additionally they gave him a brand new small shelter tent, a gas burner, sleeping bag and rucksack as a present, more or less fitting him out as a complete backpacker for the holiday.

Finally he was able to go on holiday on his own. No longer he had to go with his parents to some dull summer resort, visit dusty museums, old baroque churches and linger on sun flooded but nevertheless boring beaches. At long last freedom beckoned and he was going to discover the world, far away from the suffocating village where he was born and raised.

The day came that the local train entered the small station and that Toby’s tour through Europe started. His parents gave him the last advices but when his mother ended her litany with “Don’t be lured by the ways of Satan, behave as a good boy” Tony decided it was time to embark the train and with high hopes he saw the little village disappear.

“Pffff……”, he said softly to himself, “Free at last!”

His tour brought him to France and Belgium and after a couple of weeks he stepped out of another local train in a small town in the middle of the German Harz-mountains. He liked what he saw: it was a neat little town with beautiful houses and buildings, surrounded by medium height mountains. Their height might not be so spectacular as the Alps but their beauty could compete with the high ranges down south. The steep granite cliffs seemed to be directly outside the city limits and they were all topped by dense, lush-green coniferous forest. Toby looked at his map, found a large reservoir a little distance outside the town which had a camping on its shores. It seemed like the perfect place to spend some time and rest a little from all the travelling around.

After having bought some sandwiches for supper and breakfast the next morning at a local baker shop he started hiking to the camping. After a long walk he found it.

It turned out to be a “green camping”. The front part was a normal camping site with caravans on it but the longer he followed the forest trail the more primitive it became until he came on the meadows for the tents. All of them were hardly mowed and all of them were empty. When he came at the end of the trail he decided to take the last meadow, about 500 meters from the caravan site, totally secluded by forest and bushes but also almost directly on the reservoir’s shore.  When he dropped his rucksack on the ground he noticed only one little tent at the extreme opposite of the meadow but not a person was to be seen.

He wiped the sweat from his face and started a long look around. On the right side of the meadow a steep cliff raised straight up, crowned by conifers. On the left there was forest and when he looked over the high grass, powdered with white and yellow wild flowers, he saw the reservoir where the sun glistened on the quietly rippling water. The only sound was a soft whistling of the wind in the trees and so every now and then a humming bee searching for nectar in the many flowers. In other words: a beautiful and ideal spot to spend some time.

But a reconnaissance for the toilet- and shower building made clear that not all was as it should be. The “building” consisted of an old trailer on four flat tires which, judged by his still original colours, had once belonged to the British Army on Rhine in better days and which was converted as a shower- and toilet facility in an improvised and haphazardly way. But a wise prophet had already said that every advantage had its own disadvantage and at least he didn’t have to share it with another 140 camping guests, just with one.

He started to set up his tent at a considerable distance from the other guest. Being the first time he did something like that it went a bit clumsily but after a while the thing stood as it had to stand and Toby looked at the result with satisfaction. He put his sleeping bag and rucksack in the tent and decided it was time for coffee and a sandwich. The sandwich tasted great and he sipped from his coffee. Despite the evening hour it was still warm and he decided to pull his t-shirt off. After a short while he pulled is jeans off and he sat in his tiny undies, enjoying the late sunrays on his warm skin, the fresh and pure forest air and the singing of the birds. Feeling a bit dreamy he made up his mind that if the weather was as beautiful tomorrow as it had been today he would only wear his swimming shorts. He felt happy and even a bit part of the nature around him.

He stared absent-minded and dreamy in front him, just feeling good. But then he picked up movement from the corner of his eye. Evolution has developed the human eye in a way that it is automatically focused on any source of movement, so Toby automatically looked in the direction.

He saw a young boy coming from the direction of the reservoir’s shore. He seemed a little older than Toby and walked through the high grass towards the only other tent on the meadow. Toby saw astonishment on his face but a broad smile replaced the initial expression and he waved. Toby waved back and started to study the boy.

He looked like Kevin, only somewhat taller and even more beautiful. It was a typical example of a young god, that had come out of the reservoir’s water as if he were an appearance. He had broad shoulders, small hips, and a muscled body. And since the boy made no effort to hide it, Toby enjoyed the sight of his tight little haunches, only barely wrapped in a small white string that perfectly contrasted with the deep-tanned coloured skin. As an added bonus the string hardly  covered a gorgeous bump at the front. With a towel laconically thrown over his shoulder the boy walked with gracious and supple steps to his tent, his long blonde hair waving in the evening breeze.

Toby’s eyes kept tracking the boy, his mouth forming a soundless “Wowww!”. Immediately he felt the reaction in his groin, the knocking and erecting. Flushing with shame he pulled the upper side of his undies higher to avoid that his dick tip would peep out over the edge.

Just before the boy entered his tent he looked to Toby with a wide grin on his face. For a short moment Toby thought he was wobbling his butt a little, but Toby rejected that idea as wishful thinking and imagination.

The days after were simply cocky land, holiday as holiday must be. The weather remained summerlike with sun and warmth and Toby wore only his swimming shorts day after day. He spent most of the time at the reservoir’s shore, so now and then swimming a bit in the shallow parts. Germany happens to be typically Germany and warning signs about deep water were everywhere, for the tourists conveniently in three languages. He didn’t fancy the idea of drowning so he stayed within about ten meters from the shoreline.

Or he laid on a towel on the shore, just snoozing in the sun. So every now and then he even had the courage to take off his swimming shorts and enjoyed the sun on all of his skin, out of sight for everybody behind the tall grass. It were exactly in these moments that he started dreaming about the gorgeous boy at the other side of the meadow. In his mind he saw the gorgeous buns in the skimpy string and imagined himself which delicacy he would find if he would be allowed to pull the string off.  These were the wonderful times of daydreaming in which he subconsciously started to stroke his own shaft, enjoying the pulsing in his groin and the starting erection, while his precum started to drip down from his pee hole. 

Even at night he started dreaming about the boy. To a certain extent the Apollo of the Meadow started to be the focus of his thoughts and dreams.

But the boy did not give in an inch. In the morning Toby saw him leave for the shoreline, only to return in early evening and every time the sight of him walking by excited him. It was a twice a day poetry anthology of the highest quality. But apparently the anthology didn’t want to be read and his reactions were limited to smiling, waiving and a cheerful “Good morning” when they both left their tents in the morning. So Toby acquiesced in the fact that it would remain in the dreaming stage and that nothing would come of it.

On an extremely beautiful summer morning Toby crawled from his little tent. The boy, who still had no name for him, had already left for the shoreline. That is, he was nowhere to be seen. While the birds sang in chorus, each trying to out-sing the others, Toby made coffee and enjoyed it. Then he took his toiletry bag and towel and without any hurry walked to the toilet/ shower trailer, only wearing his swimming shorts.

He pushed the shower door open and turned on the warm water. When he was satisfied with the water temperature he pulled off his swimming suits and entered the shower cabin. He was just about to close the door when it was pushed open again from the outside.

It was the boy from the other side of the meadow, this time without white string but in all his naked splendor. Toby noticed immediately that the boy’s prick and his intimate parts were as deep sun-tanned as the rest of his body. With Toby it was easily discernable where his swimming shorts had started and where they had ended.

Before Toby had the chance to say anything the boy kissed him full on his lips and forcefully pushed his tongue in Toby’s mouth, who was too elated for protesting. While tonguing the boy pushed his considerable shaft between Toby’s thighs so that his tip landed exactly in the soft skin in the crotch and started thrusting violently.

Toby had absolutely no plans for resistance. He only wanted to enjoy the lovely feeling of the big, hard lance that rhythmically moved along his balls and in his crotch and of the tongue who fooled around with his own. Never before had he experienced something so wonderfully animal-like from a phallus of considerable dimensions. Toby’s own was not exactly small with its almost seven inches but compared to this tree it looked like a small boy’s tube.

It didn’t take long for the unknown boy to spurt the contents of his balls on Toby’s skin. Toby closed his eyes so that he could concentrate of the feeling of how the cum spread out in his groin and then how it trickled down along his inner thighs. The boy kissed him gently and whispered in his ear:

“Übrigens, ich bin der Stephan“.

„Sorry?“ Toby replied, not fulling understanding what was said.

“Aaah, English”, the boy smiled, “Then in English: by the way, my name is Stephan. And I found you terrific and very desirable from the first moment I saw you”.

Although he spoke with a distinct German accent it was passable English.

“I felt the same about you”, Toby stuttered.

“Ah, you thought I hadn’t noticed that? It was very clear that you trying to hide your erection in your swimming suit every time you saw me”.

For another time Toby flushed with same but Stephan just smiled and said kindly:

“Cute, those red cheeks of shame”.

With both already wet of the running shower they decided it was as convenient to take a shower together. Toby was delighted when he felt the large, hard knob in his hands and for the first time he experienced how it felt when another boy washed his with a delicate, tender touch.

When they finished showering they went back to the meadow, both with their swimming suits in their hands. As long as no one else was on the meadow they might as well spend the days naked with one another, which they did, sunbathing and enjoying each other’s bodies and company.

During a coffee break Toby asked:

“Stephan, why do you fancy a thin boy like me? I mean, with your body any hot boy would die for it to be yours!”

Stephan only shrugged, but after a few seconds of thinking he said:

“I don’t know. I only love slim boys like you. Don’t ask me why, it’s just a given thing”.

Every time when Toby saw Stephan walking naked in the full sun he could burst out in singing. Even when the boy came back from the toilet and walked on to the meadow towards his new-found boyfriend, with the grace and subtleness of a young panther and his willie swinging between his legs, Toby could not resist the urge to look at and admire it. Even limp Stephan’s phallus was a beauty to look at. In limp condition Toby’s own toy was only an endearing and unsightly little tube. But not Stephan’s: it was a lust for the eye and, Toby hoped in silence, possibly also for other body parts.

On an exceptionally beautiful summer afternoon they walked hand in hand to the shore line through the dense grass. They were as Adam and Adam in their own private Garden of Eden. It was as if God had forgotten to take a rib out of each of them so He experienced great difficulties in creating an Eve for each of the boys. After trying for a long time He just shrugged and thought that without the proper materials it was just impossible to do it. 

They reached a very nice spot along the water with a soft, refreshing wind blowing in from the water. They lied down in the soft, lush grass and both dozed off a bit.

After a while Stephan suddenly said:

“Turn around on your belly!”

Toby looked at him in surprise and looked at him questioning but there was no reply.

“Please, sweetie, turn around!” Stephan insisted.

Toby did what was asked. He rolled on his tummy and enjoyed the warm sunrays on his back. He also felt Stephan’s hands on his buttocks, tenderly stroking them.

“You have such a delightful boy’s butt”, he heard the boy say in a somewhat panting way.

Stephan’s fingers started a kind of investigative tour between his haunches. Toby noticed how a finger softly stroke his hole, an act that was accompanied by a soft moaning:

“What a delicious boy’s cunt……and I think still virgin”.

Toby shook his head. No, virginity was something of the past.

“Oh shit”, Stephan said in mock desperation, “Well, I could have figured that someone was ahead of me”.

Toby left it open if only one or two had been ahead of Stephan. But he looked the gorgeous boy straight in the eyes and said in a soft and husky voice:

“But you are perfectly welcome, honey. I’ll be glad to host you!”

Toby was simply beyond control. He wanted the large tree in him, wanted to feel how the predator would shoot its semen in him.

Stephan pulled the buttocks apart and bent over. Toby felt the warm soft feeling of a tongue. For a moment the memory of Sebastian popped up but faded away again, when he noticed that Stephan was an absolute master in the delicate art of rimming. The way he did it excited Toby to the extreme and it asked for more and after more for even more and then more again.

Two fingers gently opened his sphincter and the tongue slid in a little bit. Toby passed the pink Cloud Number Seven and had the golden Cloud Number Nine in reach. His moaning and squirming encouraged Stephan to try to get even deeper in the crevasse, but all tongues have an end and after some small gains he was unable to penetrate any deeper and he finally gave up. But during this time Toby completely went out of his mind and out of control. And that even before the main dish had to be served.

But Stephan had no intention to postpone the main dish any longer. He lied himself on top of Toby, skin to skin, and pushed his rod between the buttocks against de small cunt. In one move he entered it, slowly and careful, and with utmost care he entered deeper in the warm, damp cave, uttering a soft moan, that expressed delight.

The experiences with Kevin and Sebastian faded with oblivion. Their tools were less pervasive than this large animal, that went deeper and deeper, searching for prey. Toby could only squeal from lust.

The pain came not at the initial penetration but it grew with the increasing depth until it dissolved, being replaced by a feeling never experienced before. It felt like a consuming fire inside him and in his mind. Only when Stephan was satisfied that he was deep enough he started a slow, soft, regular rhythmic thrusting.

Toby was beyond thinking. He could only feel the brute force in him, an overpowering feeling that made he feel if he could touch heaven. Diligently he absorbed each small shock in him, sensing how his intestines were slowly and gradually pushed open and he noticed with delight how each shock took the tree deeper and deeper. He pushed his nates against Stephan’s belly to offer him even more opportunity to explore his inner parts deeper and deeper.

Through his skin he felt how Stephan started to tremble. It evolved in an almost uncontrolled shaking over the boy’s whole body and with a loud growl he spurted his white sticky juices in the object of his desire. Toby registered it with his senses. The bush fire in his brain exploded into a fire ball and he could not avoid that he screeched at the experience.

Stephan more or less collapsed on top of Toby. Panting he kissed the boy in the neck and both lied wordlessly on top of one another. Toby was unable to speak for a few minutes, recovering from a trip to eternity and slowly approaching Mother Earth in his landing pattern.

Only after a few minutes he had regained enough breath and softly said:

“It feels so good having you in me!”

“Guess it won’t be long”, Stephan said with a grin, “It gets limp by itself and then it slides out”.

“What a shame”, Toby moaned, “It is such a wonderful feeling. But you know, I often thought that even limp your toy is a beauty”.

“Thank you”, Stephan whispered in his ear, “Very sweet to say that”.

Carefully Stephan removed his lance from Toby’s butt and rolled on his back. Toby just nestled against up, his head on the muscled, vaulted chest. They spent the rest of the afternoon like this, dreaming, thoroughly enjoying and slumbering in the sun until darkness fell over them.

It all turned to weeks of love, of passionate burning lust and deeply-felt erotic pleasures. The love making was regularly repeated, either in one of the two tents, at daytime along the shoreline and at evenings in the red-colored sunset on the meadow in front of the tents. And even in early morning, when they both came out of their tents, enjoying each other’s morning erection, before anything else was done. They were still the only campers on their meadow so there was nobody who could take offense. So there were no limitations or inhibitions to fully enjoy all the pleasures they could offer each other.

But this heaven had it's end. Holidays don’t last forever. The evening came that Toby was mentally preparing to leave for home the next day.

“I have to go home tomorrow”, he said over coffee, “Can we exchange addresses? So that we can stay in touch?”

For a short while Stephan looked pensive into the red sun, that was setting over the already dark forests.

“No”, he said determined, “I know how it goes. Look at it as a holiday love. OK, it was a boisterous holiday love, one that I will never forget, but it still remains a holiday love”.

Disappointed Toby dropped his eyes and stared to the ground. He felt tears burning behind them but was able to keep them where they were.

“It’s no big deal, Toby, don’t feel bad about it”, Stephan continued, “It’s part of life. You will always be in my memory because it was more than a one night stand for me. But it can’t work. Maybe we live hundreds of kilometers apart. Maybe we have two phone calls and then the whole thing dilutes to nothing”.

Toby knew damned well that Stephan was right and he nodded in resignation. Then he looked Stephan right in the eyes and loud and clear he exclaimed:

“Then love me at least for another time! Love me for the last time!”

So it happened. If the previous times had enough intensity to cause a forest fire, this night it was sufficient to engulf the whole world in flames. Not before had Toby received a man so eagerly in the small temple between his buttocks as he received Stephan and never before had Stephan penetrated that deep as in this night. When both were completely satisfied and exhausted Toby said:

“Guess I go to my own tent and get some sleep. It’ll be long day tomorrow. We say our goodbyes tomorrow”.

Stephan hummed something and Toby walked naked to his own tent, enjoying the clear night with the many stars, the cool night air on his tingling skin and of the memory of the evening that had just ended.

When a happy chattering and singing of birds woke him in early morning Toby decided to get out of his sleeping bag. There were plenty of things he had to do that day. First of all he wanted a quiet coffee and a little breakfast, then a shower, packing his stuff and then a 3 mile walk to the station.

He crawled out of his tent and looked if Stephan had already rose. With a shock he saw Stephan’s tent was gone. Even worse: Stephan had simply vanished, if he had never been there.

It hurt him. So far the planned goodbyes. It seemed that Stephan had a problem with saying goodbyes.

In low spirits and listless he did what he had to do and it was still pretty early when he put his rucksack on and started the long walk to the station. While walking memories of the past weeks flashed through his minds, only to be replaced by a feeling of disappointment about the final separation, which was then pushed away with vigor by a new set of fond memories.

Soaked with sweat he arrived at the station and boarded the train. When it left the small town he stared out of the window, seeing the cliffs and forests go by. Of one thing he was sure: he would never forget this holiday. And Stephan…he would remain in his memory as if he had been etched into his brain cells.