El Ano Pasado Chapter 02

El Ano Pasado Chapter 02
By Jaech Reiter
jaech_reiter@yahoo.co.uk

A Christmas and New Year's Eve Story Challenge Entry

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 02
Going Dutch

Shortly after lunch, and before the shops and museums reopened from the midday siesta, the first of the cousins arrived. It was his Aunt Diane and her husband, Sid Gaither, along with 15 year old Mike and 12 year old Ariel. The girls immediately split off and expressed relief that FINALLY they had each other to hang around and could be rid of their brothers --- mainly Clara's brother, as neither girl felt that Mike was really all that bad.

Mike, however, was a bit cool and noncommittal toward his younger male cousin. There was only two and a half years between them, but it was enough that the older boy felt it would be a bit of a drag having Joel trail behind him, at least until he figured out what he wanted from this vacation. And Mike had already caught the eye of a couple of more well-to-do girls from Mexico City, girls that had literally not even given Joel a second glance.

Joel may have been cute and good looking and dirty blond – a much more in-demand hair color than Mike's standard brunette – but Mexican girls simply did not date or look at boys below their age. And so far, Joel was out of luck, as there didn't seem to be any girls there younger than 15. At least, not any that weren't very tightly monitored by their mothers.

And so, not being able to hang out with Mike at the Cortelan Resort, Joel joined his mom and dad and sister and cousin Ariel on a trip to the museum. He didn't want to admit it, but it was pretty interesting, especially with the more old things he saw and the more he read about things, especially about the wars and the sacrifices. His sister Clara and their cousin Ariel were also enjoying themselves. During their own self-guided tour, they happened upon an old altar. And not just any old altar.

"It says here," Ariel Gaither read, "that this was an altar to the goddess Akna. That's just like the one you were telling me about. Do you think it would work – the whole sacrifice to complete the prayer request thing?"

Clara wanted to say no, her brother's ridiculing skepticism having corrupted her previous interest, but she also really wanted it to work. She wanted a change in her older brother.

"Yes." She said confidently, looking around to see if anyone was watching. "I think we should try it."

Ariel nodded her enthusiastic agreement and watched as Clara unwrapped an energy bar and pulled off a small clump, placing it upon the stone altar. She next unscrewed the water bottle she had been carrying and poured a bit on the altar. Once again the earth rumbled, and a small seismograph in the corner went crazy. The altar, amazingly, sucked the water into the very stone.

"Girls," a man's voice came from behind them, "I'm afraid the large stone exhibits will be closed until further notice. And, you should know as well, there is no eating in the museum."

The official came in and looked at the altar. It looked dry now, though he could have sworn a split second ago it was wet.

"What is this?" he asked, as he picked up a desiccated lump of what used to be part of an energy bar, and it crumbled to dust at his touch. "Hmmm. Interesting. Very well, girls, please rejoin your parents in our main lobby. The art and textile sections will remain open."

The rest of the afternoon wasn't nearly as interesting for anybody. Nobody in the human realm.

"The girl," a voice said in the void between reality and spirituality, "She has given to me a most interesting offering. Cleaner water I have not had in many a year. And the meat --- if I can call it that --- very strange. Sweet, but salty, and richer and stronger than I would think it should be. And it was coated in the food of the gods."

"Cacao? I rarely receive such offerings," another voice said near, or overlaid, with the first.

"It is because the women of this era offer the fruits of the cacao bean to each other; the men do not give such to other men --- or to male spirits." The first voice explained.

"The women still do not bring this to me."

"That is because you frighten them, Backlum-chaam."

"No, Akna, they should have no fear of me! The pleasures I could bring them... many a wife, dulled by the continuation of cohabitation without excess, has bribed me for my favors..."

"And still no chocolate for you, my poor Backlum?"

"No. They spill the blood of fatted piglets, bleating goats, and warbling geese too errant in their Southerly flights, but not the blessed immortal elixir. But what of this girl, this one who gives up to you the dark essence? What will you do for her?"

"I will fulfill her desire, of course; she has made good supplication and given honor to forgotten ways."

"Hmmm, definitely not the same case as the boy..."

"So I have noticed, Backlum-chaam. So I have noticed;... but the girl's request is a good one. I can play with his environment, confuse his thoughts, to make him more receptive to the suggestions that others give him. Perhaps that will be enough for the girl's supplication."

"Hmmm, there is another way to answer her prayer. You should wait; the boy has yet not made an offering to me..."

"And what is that to me, Backlum?"

"Akna, he gave his request first; I could claim first rite in this."

"But why would you?"

"I know what stirs the boy's heart. Better yet, I know what stirs the boy's loins. I believe he will seek me out."

"And again, what is that to me?"

"Because the boy shows us no true respect. He has in his heart only what he wishes, but he could not take the effort to even ask us properly. His supplication was garbled. If taken the wrong way..."

"Yes," the female mother-spirit said, with some mischievousness, "so much the better if we could answer both supplications together. But will he complete his request?"

"You could encourage him..."

"Yessss..."

Joel looked longingly at the pool when they arrived back at the pool from the museum, but he was told he had to go with his parents to pick up their cousins from the small airfield, as there was not another rental car.

"Dad, do I have to? How come Clara gets to stay?"

"Because Clara is staying with Ariel and your Aunt Diane, Joel. Now come on," his dad said, making sure he had the map out to the airfield.

"But, then why can't I stay with Mike?"

They all looked across the pool at Mike chatting it up with two girls under one of the umbrellas. They all knew the answer to that question, especially Joel, as he had already once wandered over to where the three older teens were; and, while none of them were rude, there was definitely an uncomfortable silence, as though they had just been waiting for Joel to leave.

"Honey," his mom said, "Mike is at a point in that 'growing to manhood' period that you just aren't quite ready for yet. It's not that you won't be, but he has over two years on you and has just gotten there ahead of you. So you need to give him some space on this vacation. And I'm not ready for you to be there yet, either."

Joel blushed slightly and looked away, though not from anything specific, more just a general sense of being little-kidded. Come on, already: he was two months past his 13th birthday. He wasn't 8, or something.

"Besides," his mom continued, "Cameron and Tyler are both closer to your age, and you'll have a lot of fun with them. I know they will be very happy to see you when we pick them up!"

Joel avoided rolling his eyes. He didn't exactly get along with Uncle Henry's two sons. Or Uncle Henry either. The man was a bit of a boorish snob. An all-knowing one, at that --- supposedly (or at least he always had a superior opinion to offer, often snidely).

"Can't I just stay and swim?"

"Joel..." That was it, his dad had had enough. But fortunately for all, they were interrupted.

"Joel, yes? You see, we will see each other here. I am Dirck from the Cathedral!"

"Right, yeah, I remember. Mom, dad this is, uh, Dirck. From Holland, right?"

"Yes, I am. It is very nice to meet you. Joel, would you like to go swimming? My brother Maarten is still not feeling like swimming."

"Yeah!" Joel wasn't so much interested in swimming with Dirck as he was just in getting out of having to go to the airfield – or wait on his stupid cousins. "Mom, Dad, please? Come on, you always said you wanted me to meet people from another culture, right?"

Mr. and Mrs. Tatum sighed. They had meet Mexico. But they guessed Netherlands would do in a pinch.

"You can stay, but we're already late. I don't have time to go and unlock the door for you to get your swim trunks."

"It is, OK, Mr. Joel's Father. My brother Maarten is almost the same size as Joel. And I think he has some American-style swim clothes."

"Yeah, I can use Maarten's, dad." Anything to just be rid of the obligation in meeting his cousins. The Tatums relented and headed out to the parking lot, and the 14 year-old Dirck showed Joel to the van Rijn family's suites.

"My sister Lena shares one with my parents," Dirck said, opening his door, "and Maarten and I have this one."

"Wow, you guys get your own suite? Awesome! How cool is that?"

"I don't know," Dirck shrugged. "It is 'cool', I would think."

They moved quietly over to Maarten's room, as Dirck said that the boy may still be sleeping. Dirck peeked in and motioned behind him for Joel to be quiet, and then slipped into the bedroom off the central living room and straight to the younger boy's dresser to fetch the swim trunks. Joel followed behind Dirck, but then froze in his tracks. There in the bed, under covers, was the sleeping form of Maarten van Rijn, a significantly cuter, or perhaps more accurate to say handsomer, younger version of his fairly good looking older brother.

Maarten's hair was a darker brown than that of Dirck's, and it was obviously tousled and uncombed, as he had spent the whole morning in bed. But it wasn't the handsome sleeping face that caught Joel in his tracks. It was that other form in the bed, and there was no denying this form, as the sheet was below the sleeping 12 or 13 year old's already well-formed, naked breasts.

"That's a girl!" Joel said, hushed, but very shocked. His dick went straight to hard with his first ever real sighting of genuine boobs. "There's a girl in his bed!"

"Yes," Dirck said, also quietly, coming up beside Joel. "The real reason my brother wasn't feeling well enough to join us this morning. Come, I have the shorts."

Holy shit! That was it? Dirck wasn't even surprised?

"But there's a girl in his bed! And she's got... tits! Really... really, nice tits!"

"Yes, they are very nice. I like them much, too. Maarten always gets girls faster than me."

"How old is he?"

"He's 12 – and nine months; he would want me to point that out. 12 and nine months." Dirck said with a smile.

Joel was blown away. He couldn't move, rooted to his surprise right there in the boy's bedroom. He took in the sleeping boy's form and the naked breasts of the girl again, hoping that what felt to be a tremendous erection wasn't showing the strain he was feeling in his pants. He looked down on the floor next to the boy's side and saw what looked to be a pair of underpants tossed on to a T-shirt and pajama bottoms, and strewn about the floor and the bedside table were four discarded condom wrappers.

OMG. Four TIMES???

Just then Maarten stirred and woke with a start, but smiled when he realized it was just his brother and leaned up in bed on his elbow, his sheet falling down his upper body as he did so. The boy was naked under that sheet and didn't seem to care at all that this unknown boy – Joel – was standing in his room! Or that there was a naked girl passed out under the sheet next to him. Amazing. Joel couldn't believe this.

Maarten looked over his shoulder at the girl beside him and smiled and held his finger up to his mouth to Joel and Dirck. He said something in Dutch to Dirck, but Dirck shook his head and said 'English'.

"You are English?" Maarten asked.

"No, American." Joel said, self-consciously trying (and failing) to keep himself from looking over at the naked breasts of the beautiful girl with dark skin and even darker hair, and from comparing those to the dark brown (though relatively lighter) small tight areoles of Maarten's own exposed nipples, as well trying not to take in the rest of the boy, wondering what kind of tool could have kept that girl happy through four fuckings.

"You want to try, American?" Maarten asked jovially.

Did he want to try??? Was the boy serious?? Wait... He sure hoped the boy was talking about the girl. Either way, Joel blushed and found it difficult to respond. How do answer a 12 year who was more of a man at 12 than you could realistically hope to be by 15 or 16?

Dirck, however, smiled and shook his head. "No, Maarten, we are going swimming. I am letting Joel borrow your American-style trunks. And you better get rid of her before Mom and Dad come to see how you are feeling. Come, let's go Joel."

And Dirck pulled him from the room, explaining that the girl was the daughter of one of the maids, as well as mentioning that Maarten did this the last time when they were on vacation in the South Pacific. But then it had been a girl AND her sister, and they almost all got caught by their parents. By this time, they were in Dirck's room, on the other side of the suite, as he finished the last of his story. The older boy, older by maybe a year than Joel, just pulled off his T-shirt and shucked his pants and underwear, all without giving any thought to Joel being in the room.

He had his back to Joel, showing the further-surprised boy what a nice, well formed ass he had; even Joel could not help but remark on his self-conscious how discrete and white the buttocks were. But then he turned around in embarrassment and forced himself to undress and pull on the swim trunks without looking like a little boy that had to run into the bathroom to change.

"You have a very nice ass," he heard the Dutch boy say – though it sounded more like an evaluative statement than anything sexual or dirty. He turned around in surprise to see Dirck just starting to pull up his skimpy Speedo-like swim suit (although Joel was fairly certain that even Speedo's had a bit more on them than that), showing initially his low-hanging balls and heavier swinging dick that spouted from a nice set of curly brown pubic hairs in a 2 square inch or more pubic patch.

It was something else about the dick, however, that had caught Joel's attention.

"You have hair, too!" Dirck suddenly said, "I have heard Americans get hair before Dutch. Same in my family. I get hair before almost all my friends."

"Huh?" Then Joel looked down and noticed that he had left the Velcro fly of the swim shorts open, and his hard dick was pushing the edges even further apart. About an inch of his straining root and all his blondish-brown curlies in their own less than 1 square inch patch were on display, the hairs contrasting nicely with the white fuzzy of the Velcro. "Oh, Right. Yeah, um, guess I started getting them when I was 12."

Joel quickly fastened the Velcro, double checking to be sure he had it all closed up properly.

"When did you turn 13?"

"Oh, uh, about a month and a half ago." He cursed himself when his attention went back to the pouch of Dirck's slim trunks, especially as the older boy pulled them forward and readjusted everything inside. Joel couldn't help it, though. Dirck's dick looked... odd. Very odd. Something was wrong with the head.

"Ah, you like?" Dirck said grabbing his full crotch around the pouch of the swim trunks and smiling in such a way that showed he was just joking around, albeit in a very non-judgmental way.

"What?? Ah, dude... no... gross!"

Dirck just shrugged. "I don't know. It is none of my business and I do not care. Some boys do, I guess."

"Uhhhh..." Joel worried for a moment if he had just made some serious faux-pas and offended his new friend, "No, I mean, I'm not...but...I guess it's cool, or whatever, if you were..."

Dirck laughed. "No I am not. I like girls very much, even if my brother is better with them. But I would not turn a boy down, I think, if he was the... you know... how you say... receiving one?"

Joel shivered at the thought of that. No... he couldn't even think of that. That was just... wrong.

"No... dude, I mean... Dirck...it's just that... your dick, it's uh, well, uh..."

"Not like yours?"

"Uuhhh,... no."

Again Dirck laughed and stepped up closer to Joel and pulled down the front of his trunks and hauled out his growing uncut dick. "That's because all of you Americans, I hear, get your skin cut off. Me and Maarten have not."

Dirck then proceeded to tell the shocked boy all about circumcision. Toward the end of this, he surprised the boy even further by taking Joel's hand and putting it on his hardening uncut dick. Joel nearly jumped and wanted to jerk the hand away quickly, except that it was so warm, so hard, so familiar, yet not his. It was like he could feel his dick, bigger and better, certainly hard like it should be, but disconnected in some way. He ran his hand up and down it like he would his own, but no, despite the pleasurable feelings coming through his hand, and the oddly pleasurable sensation arising from his strangely erected and straining cock, but there was no connection between the two.

At least, not like he was used to.

Joel continued to move his hand up and down, mindlessly jerking the older boy's dick, as though his brain were caught in some sort of circuit loop where it couldn't move forward to his normal behaviour, until it figured out this tactile conundrum.

"Sorry." Joel said, as he pulled his hand back, once he broke through the run-loop error.

"Don't be sorry. What is wrong with it? It feels good, and you have never seen one like mine."

"Yeah, but, that was..." Joel caught himself before he said 'so gay.' It was, but he didn't want to be offensive to the only friend at this resort that he had so far. Plus it would just make an odder sensation even odder. "... um... was... not really... something I do, you know."

"Of course it isn't." And Dirck said this in such a way to make Joel feel like he stated something so utterly obvious that it was stupid to say it. "But you do not have opportunity like this at home, no?"

"Oh, uh, no. Definitely not." Joel managed to smile and give a nervous laugh.

"Then you should explore further. Explore, yes? I think that is the word."

"Uh, yeah... sure..." Joel said, without really thinking that he was agreeing to anything.

"So, pull yours out and see how they are different."

Joel looked like he could have been slapped at hearing that suggestion, but something so weird and foreign to him was receptive to the idea, and he was fumbling at the Velcro of the suit before he knew it and very soon had his own, very hard, dick out in the open. He was very much embarrassed that he himself was hard, and equally embarrassed that this new foreign friend would see that he was stone-hard erect. But all Dirck did was to take both of Joel's hands in his and place one each over their two dicks.

Joel gasped. He couldn't help it. It just escaped. The sensation of two dicks, one his and one not his, one generating direct neural input and one indirect, so thoroughly confused his poor brain that he was at a loss to do anything but run his hand up and down the two. His slightly erotic, slightly terrifying, slightly tingly, slightly dizzy turmoil was increased by the contact of the other boy's hands with his.

"Now, pull it down like this ... yes... you see... I have a knob like yours... but they are still nicely different. Feel them both. ... .Aggh, [and here he said something in Dutch, which if Joel could speak Dutch, might have made him blush even more]... OK, so maybe we should stop. Go swimming now. We are not so different, no?"

"Uhhh..." Joel pulled his hands back and looked at them, feeling like he really needed to wash them. Then he realized that his almost-4 inches were still standing at complete attention outside his Velcro, while Dirck had actually managed to tuck his larger dick back into those tight, small, almost-bikini trunks. Joel quickly tried to put himself away while Dirck smiled at him, as if he were looking at the humorous antics of a little kid.

Slowly Joel's wits flowed back into him, and as he got himself situated (uncomfortably so, as he couldn't seem to get his dick to go down at all – even Dirck's was already receding. What the hell was wrong with him?), he replayed the startling development over in his head. It was weird, almost amazing. It was like someone beside himself had just been in there, because he would never ever do anything like that with a guy. Actually touch another boy's junk? What was up with that?

He was dazed and not totally sure of what had just happened, when they came out into the main room of the suite and saw a now pajama-clad 12 year old Maarten saying goodbye to an also-dressed, but sheepish, 13 year old Hispanic girl who was sneaking out the door, looking both ways before she did so. The sight of that just chipped away a bit more at Joel's sense of manhood.