1. My Holiday fuck with a Chav


    Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Group Sex, Author: lush2222, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    I guess I was always the shy kind. I was never particularly outgoing in many respects. I was the second c***d to a well brought up f****y. I had an older s****r called Carli that was much more aware of life than me. I was in every respect a shy naive guy when I became 18. I was studious, a constant worrier and I think in many respects that is why mum decided after getting my A-level results to book a holiday in the August of 2011. She had decided to book a two week break in Ibiza. Mum knew that this would be just the ticket for me to unwind and not to stress out before embarking to uni. So Ibiza she picked. I particularly was not fussed where we were going. To me, a pool and a book was all I required. It was on the second day of my holiday that I was going to get a darn sight more than a book and a pool to sit by. 'Come on hurry up with those bags Chris' said mum as we exited the lift as we walked through the lobby to walk to the pool. I was wearing just boardwalk shorts and sandles. Mum was 45 and looked very attractive for her age. Like my s****r she was sporting a matching green bikini and carrying a short handbag. 'Mum don't panic he is fine' replied my s****r. Carli was 25 and sported a stunning head of flowing blonde streaks. All the boys back home fancied the pants off of her. We marched out of the doors and mum turned to me. 'My its deserted here isn't it' I looked around the pool and could see hardly anyone around. It was 9AM and to be fair it was odd no one was ...
    around. I could see that Carli was itching to sit next to three lads on loungers, maybe get a bit of chat and fun going. 'Can we be sociable mum and sit next to those lads over there' 'Sure' mum said in response. We walked over and smiled at the lads as we walked past. They were honestly lads I would never have the intention to talk to. Why? Well they were laddish and thuggish in their appearence and attitude. Chavs. As simple as that. The lad sat next to me wore a white cap, a neckchain, summer trackie shorts and was completely topless. All down his right arm he had various tattoos that were footy related, including names of his ex girlfriends I assume. I was not interested in talking as we sat down so picked up my book. No sooner had I started reading that Mum decided to be the most friendly person on the earth. 'Hello lads, you here on a lads holiday?' The lad sat next to me leant forward crosing his hands on his knee and responded 'Yeah love, three weeks in the party capital aint it. Were going home day after tomorrow like, I work as a fucking chippy so money is gotta be collected jobs to be doing like.' My mum put down her bag and started to chat while also putting in cream on my right arm. 'That sounds like you had a whale of a time.' It turned out that the lad sat next to me was called Liam. He was 27 and worked as a chippy in Liverpool. It was clear that he was a scouse as the accent was so strong. As much as the smell of weed that he had been smoking. Why on earth my mum ...
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