mumbled a response as Marie sat me beside him and insisted we get to know each other, still pushing the surrogate father image. If she knew what my thoughts had been just thirty minutes before she might not have been so keen. He was quite effeminate. It wasn’t girly or camp, it was just a poise he had and I found it erotic. What I could have done with him I didn’t know but he aroused me and I was embarrassed about it. I had never met a poof not that had I wanted to and this young boy was definitely a poof (though his mother and Marie seemed quite oblivious to it). I always say each to his own. I’m not homophobic, not anti-black either but would not really have any black friends or have any thought about wanting any. Anyway, I had to keep chatting to him and he was flirting with me. It tuned out he was just 18 but looked much younger.

I thought, “At least he’s legal,” then promptly wondered why I had thought that since it made no difference.

“That would be fabulous,” shrieked Marie, bringing me back to my senses. “Barbara and I are going on a cruise tomorrow round the coast to swim. Jim wants to watch some World Cup thing on television and you can bond with Chrissie here playing on the beach.”

Protest was wasted. It was decided.

Marie allowed a shag that night. She even was a little adventurous and did something I had always loved, lubricating her fingers and sticking them in my bum as I fucked her. I had always been sensitive around there and it always got me going to have a finger or two in while I was at it. I blasted a load of pent up cum into the rubber but was horrified at the image in my head bringing me to my climax. It was Chris’s smiling face.

Next day they were collected just after 10.00 am, Jim was still asleep and Chris, as I had started calling him stood waiting to bond. We headed for the beach. I was constantly embarrassed as his eyes strayed to my crotch area, then he would look up and smile. Well we played and he was good at it too. We stopped at around 12.30 and headed back to the complex for lunch. We had a couple for burgers and a beer.

“I need to shower,” he said. “Can I use your apartment as dad will be pissed and glued to the t.v. in our place.”

“No problem,” I said.

We went up to the room and he headed to the bathroom. I sat on the terrace in my swimming trunks. When he came out he had a towel wrapped round him and carried his shorts in his hand as though he had rinsed them. I went into the bathroom after him and started showering. I had just come out and was drying myself when he walked into the bathroom and looked at me.

“Nice,” was all he said as he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth.

I mumbled some protest but that blonde soft hair brushing against me as he bobbed up and down on my cock really got the blood rushing to me. My cock sprung to attention. He took my hand and led me up to the bedroom where he laid me on the bed. I looked at him