"Davy, hurry up and meet us downstairs in the lobby," my mom called impatiently, as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror examining my slim, naked, almost hairless body. I was 5' 8" and weighed around 120 lbs. Despite being 18 years old I was lacking any muscle definition. My nipples were like tiny buttons and my small round ass could easily be mistaken for a girl's. My short fair hair, twinkly blue eyes, button nose, and soft pink lips added to an androgenous appearance which I had come to accept.
"Mom, please don't call me Davy," I intoned for the hundredth time since we had arrived on holiday in Sitges three days ago. "My name's David, mum, David - the name you gave me at birth." I hated the name Davy.
"Sure, now finish off what you're doing in the bathroom and meet dad and me in the lobby in 5 minutes."
I looked at myself again in the mirror, sighed, and applied some hair gel, and moisturiser to my face. With that I slipped a loose white tank top over my head and stuck my legs into a pair of navy beach shorts and sandals. I was beach ready.
We were staying at the hotel Grand Estoria in Sitges, a town about 20 miles southwest of Barcelona in Spain, renowned for its film festivals, carnivals, beaches, and nightspots. I'd always gone on holiday with my parents, and this year was no exception. The Estoria was central to everything -- shops, bars, restaurants, and nightclubs. It was also close to one of seventeen beaches, including three nudist beaches. My cock stiffened at the thought of cutting loose from mom and dad and taking myself to one of those beaches to sunbathe nude. The third nudist beach at Playa del Muerto was mostly populated by the gay community, and I fantasised about all sorts of possibilities.
Back at the Estoria, we had a family sized room on the first floor with a double and single bed. I was annoyed that my mom hadn't booked a separate room for me, and I had to sleep in the corner, in a small bed.
The Estoria was also directly opposite a nightclub. At night I could hear the low thud of music, the laughter of people leaving it, and the occasional shrills and squeals of young people having fun into the early hours of the morning. On the first night, I'd heard whispering beneath my window, followed by soft moaning sounds. I'd pictured the couple kissing right outside my window, the guy running his hands up and down the girl's bottom over her white cotton shorts. I don't know why I always pictured shorts and panties as white, maybe something instinctive or to do with being a virgin, but it made me hard. Just then I'd heard the voices more clearly -- and they were both male. My cock had throbbed hard in my pyjama shorts at the thought of these two guys having sex.
"Suck it," one of the voices had said.
"Mmmm...you taste awesome."
"Come on, I'm going to fuck you," the first voice replied. "You won't be able to walk for a week."
And the couple had moved off.
That night, I came hard in the shower.
Smoothing over my hair a final time, I went down to the lobby where I met my parents.
"Davy, will you please hurry up and stop preening yourself in the mirror," my mum began. "We need to get our spot on the beach. Now, have you got a towel, and some sun protection cream?"
"Yes mom," I answered dolefully. "But please, it's David, not Davy," I repeated once again.
"C'mon son," dad replied. "Let's not have any of this nonsense. Let's enjoy ourselves this week," and with that, we left the hotel and headed for the beach. On this occasion we decided to walk to Platja de l'Estanyol, around ten minutes from our hotel.
It was 11am and the temperature was already 27C. The sky was mostly clear, except for the occasional white tufty cloud. The turquoise sea rippled softly against the soft golden sand. From end to end the beach was around 1000 feet long, centred between two groynes that jutted out into the sea.
There were people everywhere, including some paddling at the edge of the sea or swimming. We spread out our beach towels and sat down to take in the sun. A few people walked near to us, but nobody settled close to us for about a half hour, when a group of guys and girls meandered onto the beach with a large beach ball. They looked to be 2 or 3 years older than me, and they settled down a few feet away. Two of the boys were paired off with the girls, leaving the third boy unattached.
It was ironic that the third boy was the best good looking of the three, with deep blue eyes, short blonde hair bleached by the sun, and a firm muscular bronzed body. He was around the same height as me and was wearing a pair of red speedos which hugged his hot ass. Did I just say hot ass? I shook my head and laughed to myself; I was hard just looking at him.
After an hour of sunbathing, my mom decided that we should be brave and go take a swim.
"Come on Davy, come swim with me."
"Mom......ok." I said reluctantly. We got up and ran as quickly as we could across the hot sand down to the water. Of course, the sea was cold at first, but we got used to it. We were standing just over waist deep watching the others in the water and on the edge of it when a beach ball flew in my direction. I caught it and looked around to see where it came from. It was the boy with blue eyes and blond hair. He held up his arms for me to throw it back to him, and I did, as best as I could. It fell short of reaching him, and I felt so deflated by my poor effort, but he gave me a fabulous smile and waved his hand to indicate it wasn't a problem.
I waved back to him before I realised what I was doing. I stopped in my tracks and turned to my mom who was looking at me strangely. Embarrassed, I turned and dived into the sea. When I surfaced, my mom was still watching me.
"Davy, you should ask that boy if you can join those young people playing ball."
"I don't want to mom," I replied.
"But it would be good for you to mix with young people on holiday, Davy. You just have to ask him."
I shook my head and walked out of the sea, over to where dad was laying on his towel, soaking in the sun. I reached my towel and dropped onto it. I stretched out and closed my eyes. Soon my mind drifted to the blond boy. He reminded me of Andrew Hopkins, a boy at school. He had been in my class. He had a toned body and a large bulge in the front of his underwear that I used to fantasize about when I would jack-off at night. He was everything I wanted to be: instead, with my soft features and body, I looked like a girl.
Thinking about Andrew and the blond boy had made me hard.
I looked down at my beach shorts to see whether my erection showed in my shorts. It did, and I quickly adjusted myself before mom and dad noticed.
Suddenly I sensed a pair of eyes on me, and I looked up to see the blond boy looking at me. He smiled and gave a wink. I flushed scarlet and looked away.
"Davy, can you get me a bottle of water from the snack bar?" my mother pointed at the little red building on the edge of the beach.
I stood up reluctantly, took the 10Euros note she offered me, and strolled over to the bar. I was fourth in line, and it didn't take long before I was served and had two bottles of water in my hand, one for me, one for my mom.
Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I turned to look. It was the blond boy again.
"Hiya," he greeted me cheerfully.
"Hiya," I responded, blushing.
"Still or Sparkling?"
I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face.
"Still or sparkling water?" he grinned.
"Um...sparkling."
"For your mom?" he nodded to the second bottle.
"Yeah," I blushed deeper. My knees were shaking and my stomach churned inside.
"I'm Ryan."
I stared at him for a second. Despite only having just drunk from the bottle of mineral water, I swallowed hard before I was able to reply.
"Um....I'm David."
"Hi Davy. How long are you here for?"
Ryan's use of my mom's dreaded nickname made my heart race and the blood pound in my ears, but not in anger. Hearing him call me by that name seemed, well.....different, .....hot. My body tingled from top to toe.
"Yeah, I'm here for two weeks." I said at last.
"I heard your mom tell you to come play with us. Why don't you, Davy?"
"Play with you....?" I repeated slowly, feeling my cheeks hotter than ever, prickly heat around my neck and ears.
We're about to play our own version of beach volleyball but we need another player." He gave me a broad smile.
"I'm ...um...not much good at ball games."
"Hey, I saw you throw man, you're better than those girls," he laughed, indicating to the two girls with his friends.
Ryan's laugh was infectious, and I laughed along.
He stared at me thoughtfully, running his eyes over my naked chest down to my shorts.
"C'mon man," he said, reaching out to squeeze my arm. Time passed like an eternity as I stood in front of him, feeling his hand touching my skin.
"Come and play with us, no strings attached Davy."
I looked at him, more of concern that he was teasing me, but his offer was genuine.
"OK, I'll just give this bottle to my mom first."
We returned to the beach together, and I gave mom her water.
"I'm....erm....I'm going to play with those guys," I indicated.
My mom smiled at me, and I went over to the group. Ryan introduced me. "Hey guys, this is Davy, I've rescued him from the 'rents'"
The others cheered and welcomed me.
"Davy's gonna be on my side," he said. "I found him!"
I loved the way Ryan said that, and I was more than happy to be on his side. He outlined some simple rules to all of us, and we divided into two teams of three. The other member of our side was Steph, short for Stephanie. She was about the same height as me and fitted into a yellow bikini. I should have felt excited by her, but truth is, I was more excited by Ryan.
We started the game, using both hands to punch the ball into the air, rather like volleyball. We drew a line in the sand to represent a net, and lines around us to represent a court.
Ryan was the best player, and he kept passing me the ball. I was a disaster, and I knew it, but he kept encouraging me. Within a few minutes we were five nil down, and the other team were laughing at us. Steph wasn't too bad and managed to save a lot of balls. As I began to lose even more confidence in myself, Ryan passed me a ball and I managed to hit it to the other side and score. I stood there amazed at myself as Ryan cheered and patted my back.
Eventually, we lost 10-1 but Ryan was proud of me for having scored our only goal. We all slumped onto the sand, sweating. Just 20 minutes of volleyball in the sun had taken it out of us.
