DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction that contains graphic sexual content. It is purely for entertainment so please enjoy safely and legally. Resemblances to real people, places and events is unintentional (but would be really cool).
A Series of Embarrassing Events Chapter One: Noah, the Reluctant Nudist
There was a boy, A very strange enchanted boy, They say he wandered very far, Very far, Over land and sea, A little shy... (Nat King Cole, Nature Boy)
To look at the boy, you wouldn't know he was shy. The boy's name was Noah and he had developed an insatiable curiosity for nudism. At home, he would strip naked whenever he was in his room or wander around the house only in his underwear - usually briefs - whenever he could. His dad didn't know but his big brother Daniel was all too aware of his skinny little brother's interest.
Daniel had caught Noah in his undies after school one day and many times thereafter. At first, Dan thought it was hilarious and had teased Noah mercilessly – that's what big brothers are for, especially when they're your main guardian. But as time went on, Daniel teased less and listened more. Over the last few months, Daniel had even encouraged Noah's comfort in being naked. Daniel suggested it wasn't just nudism that interested Noah but also exhibition and embarrassment - insight he offered after Noah told him about what happened with a boy called Cho a few months earlier.
Noah protested - a little too much - and Daniel suggested putting it to the test with a series of embarrassing events.
"How?" Noah asked.
MONDAY 03RD AUGUST 2020
Two boys were sitting on the beach in the south of France. The sky was blue, the sun was hot and the sand was warm; the breeze was pleasant and the naked boy coming towards them was the cutest thing they'd ever seen.
Wait, what?
More accurately, the boy was the cutest thing Philippe had ever seen. His brother Leon was less enthused by naked boys. The boy in question looked embarrassed - who wouldn't if they were barefoot and bare-arsed in public? He was not walking on a nudist beach.
He had cupped his hands over his penis and testes but as he got closer, neither of the brothers could see tan lines; this wasn't his first time naked under the sun. The boy slowed down and shrank a little as he got close to the French kids.
"Bonjour, je m'appelle Noah."
"Salut, Noah. Je suis Philippe. C'est mon frère, Leon. Où sont tes vêtements?"
"I knew I should have done GCSE French..." Noah muttered to himself; "English? Parles-tu Anglais?"
"Oui. Hello, Noah."
"Hi, Philippe," he replied - his grasp of French good enough to pick up the older boys name.
Philippe's eyes undressed Noah. So to speak. Noah was about 1.65 meters tall (5ft 5in) and skinny with blonde hair that lightened in the sun; he was also smooth everywhere. His chest and legs were silky and hairless and any trance of pubes above his penis or under his arms were sufficiently sparse as to be complexly hidden.
"Quel âge as-tu?" asked Leon.
"My brother asked how old you are," Philippe said.
"I'm fifteen," Noah replied.
Noah was on the small side of average for his age and resisted adding, "But I'm nearly sixteen." Besides he wouldn't be sixteen for nearly three months so "nearly" was a relative term. Noah was a Halloween baby and in the height of summer, All Hallows' Eve seemed far away.
Noah was pleased and bashful at the undressing gaze given to him by Phillip. Although the age of sexual consent in England was sixteen, in France it was fifteen and Noah contemplated why he was thinking about sex with a boy he didn't know. He felt a tiny throb in the palm of his and willed himself to think less about intercourse with sexy French lads.
"Au revoir," Leon said lazily. To Philippe he added, "Amusez-vous."
"You know the nudist beach ended about half a mile back the way you came?" Philippe asked.
Philippe was several years older than Noah - that, Noah could tell. He was tall and lean with dark brown skin and short black hair. Philippe was wearing shorts and t-shirt; his furry legs sank into sandals on his feet and a backpack sat beside him. Philippe's English was very good, heavily accented but so sexy.
"Yea, I know," Noah replied timidly.
Noah was still standing, facing Philippe and totally naked. Noah flushed with embarrassment as a few teenage boys ran past with a football, they sniggered at him and eyes lingered longer than Noah was comfortable with.
"It's shameful but my brother is a bastard and he took my clothes," Noah explained. "After some nudists if they had any clothes, I was too embarrassed to ask anymore. Also, their English isn't as good as yours."
"Thank you. I have something you can borrow to wear," Philippe explained.
"Thanks," Noah brightened.
"If you move your hands," Philippe added with a smile.
Noah knew that smile and he felt or sensed or guessed in that instant that Philippe was gay - or bi or pansexual or into males in some capacity. Noah tried not to label – he didn't succeed, but he tried.
Noah was torn. He wanted something - anything - to wear but he wasn't ashamed of his body. So why did he want to cover up? Indeed, that was why he went to the nudist beach in the first place.
It was hard to explain to people that you liked being naked; not for sexual reasons but because he liked the feel of it. Nudity was confident and free and honest; Noah liked to be naked as often as possible and he appreciated the bodies of others too. Bodies were beautiful regardless of size or shape or colour - he'd also say regardless of gender but Noah really liked the male body. Really, really liked it.
Noah supposed he was a nudist at heart. Nudism isn't about exhibitionism or sexual in nature, it is simply about being comfortable with yourself and enjoying body freedom.
All that being said, Noah was currently getting turned on by being naked in the non-nudist part of the beach. Noah was turned on by the exhibition and the attention and even the embarrassment. But that was a separate thing from the interest in nudism. Daniel, Noah's brother, knew all about his interests and had been thinking of ways to help him explore it - and tease and exploit it at the same time.
Daniel was, in his own way, being altruistic; he gained nothing from Noah's nudity but knew it made his little brother happy. Noah was a reluctant nudist and Daniel was going to stroke his enthusiasm. Poor choice of words.
"But those boys are still looking at me," Noah complained - protesting at moving his hands.
The two teenage boys were feebly playing football but they clearly wondered what was going to happen next. Otherwise, the immediate area was free of people - tourists farther up were minimized by distance.
"I know," Philippe replied.
Noah moved his hands to his sides.
Noah's penis only had a small patch of blonde hair above it - a bit pathetic for a boy in his mid-teens. The hairs were short, sprouting just above his dick, and they didn't reach his scrotum or his thighs. His ball sac was lavishly smooth and lickable. Noah pubes were only partially visible; under the bright sun and against his golden skin, the fair wiry hair blended in. Noah had no hair on his chest and no happy trail between his bellybutton and his pubes.
Noah was perfectly boyish, a twinky gay boy who was cute and sweet. The lack of hair didn't make him look younger per se - Noah had the physique of a perfectly average teenager – in fact his big brother was still quite smooth and he was twenty-one.
However, Noah's lean and svelte physique was a cute addition to an already adorable package. Speaking of his package, Noah's flaccid penis was seven centimetres (just under three inches) soft with the smooth sac containing low-hanging eggs underneath.
"Put your arms behind your head, please," Philippe said.
Noah's eyes flirted to the two teens with the football who stared open-mouthed at him and had pulled out their phones to record him.
Shit!
Noah complied anyway, locking his hands together behind his head. He had very sparse hair under his arms too - barely longer than stubble and they too were so fair they looked almost invisible especially at a distance.
"Turn around?" Philippe suggested.
Noah did - his bare feet shifting the soft sand beneath them. Noah's tight little ass was on display not only for Philippe but for the two camera-phone teens too. There was no hair around Noah's arse, none running down the back of his thighs or calves or around his ankles.
When he hit puberty, Noah consoled himself was not alone in his smoothness; Daniel was smooth legged too but as for any hair he had anywhere else, Noah did not know. Their dad on the other hand had fuzzy blonde legs; the hair standing up like it had just been fluffed with a soft towel.
"Ok, turn back," Philippe said with a chuckle in his voice.
Noah turned back but since he hadn't been told to put his hands down, he remained on display.
"You are just beautiful, Noah," Philippe complimented.
"Merci," Noah replied.
"You really made my day by coming along," Philippe said; "I see cute boys on the beach everyday but you are the cutest and the most nude."
Noah smiled at the compliment.
"Do you want to get hard?" Philippe asked.
Noah looked, as he did every time the ante had been upped, at the footballing teens. They still had their cameras on him and Noah had to remind himself only a few minutes had passed. He was a twenty-first century boy who knew about the dangers of naked selfies and putting dick-pics online so the idea of French boys having video of him like this was a big red flag.
However.
Noah was also horny teenager who didn't always do sensible things. Which was why he unlocked his fingers and reached for his penis. It took a couple of minutes to get fully hard - because of the heat, the publicity and his nerves. Noah tugged his balls as he stroked his penis until it sprang into a full-blown hard-on. It wasn't a huge dick - but Noah was still growing and if the bulge he'd seen in Daniel or dad's shorts were anything to go by he would get a lot bigger.
Noah's boner was fourteen point seven five centimetres and since no-one was apt to measure it, he usually rounded up the last fifth of an inch to call it six inches.
Noah peeled back the foreskin so the head peeked out; self-lubricating, Noah gave it a few more jerks before letting go and looking back at Philippe. He was already leaking precum and, feeling he'd sufficiently exposed himself, Noah put his hands in front of his dick and hoped it would go down as fast as it came to attention.
The football boys looked disappointed - they seemed to have hoped they'd record him shooting spunk on the sand. When they discovered that wasn't going to happen, they laughed anyway and ran off. They laughed and jostled each other, gabbling in French as they huddled over each other's phones comparing footage.
"Can I please wear something now?" Noah asked.
Noah and his big brother and dad were staying in a resort called Bellepeau in the south of France.
The school term had been a strange one, disrupted by the global Covid-19 pandemic. Typically, the first full week of the summer holidays would have been last week but public health had closed schools months ago.
Despite ever-changing travel restrictions, Noah's dad had managed to fly back to England a few days before they were due to fly out to Montpellier airport. Bruce McNelis was a surgical consultant who had taken a fixed-term job that took him across the American continent - seconded for a few years and returning for only weeks at a time. Bruce spent months at a time attending conferences, lecturing, teaching and demonstrating laparoscopic surgical techniques. Mr McNelis was in demand on two continents but sometimes forgot that meant coming back to the one where he had kids.
On the plus side, Noah enjoyed a very expensive public school - the Five Dukes Boys School - in a very salubrious part of a very affluent county in the south of England. Such perks required hard work.
Mrs McNelis was... not in the picture and hadn't been for a dozen years, not since... well, she was something of an absentee. She was also something they didn't talk about.
Daniel, Noah's big brother, was five years older and admirably shouldered the responsibility of looking after him for much of the time. Daniel could be a pain - most brothers can - but he was a good guy really. Noah had told him he was gay two years ago and Daniel looked at him for a very long moment before replying sarcastically.
"Oh... I had no idea... I am so surprised... how can this be?" Daniel said in monotone.
"Ok, Dan. You don't need to be a dick about it," Noah replied amiably.
Daniel gave him a hug and they went to Pizza Hut.
Although Daniel could surprise Noah and be kind, cool and affectionate, he could also be an arse. Like when they were in Asda three weeks ago to shop for the holiday and Noah bumped into some boys he knew from school. They weren't friends, nor enemies, but acquaintances with whom Noah chatted having lost track of Daniel.
Daniel sneaked up behind him with the shopping trolley; he lifted a packet of kids briefs and flashed it at Noah and the boys from school.
"Do you still like the skimpy briefs, Noah? Boy's age 13-14 still fits you, right?" Daniel said louder than was necessary.
"Dan!"
Noah nearly died of embarrassment.
The McNelis family had arrived in Bellepeau a few days ago and mostly enjoyed the pool at the resort, the food and the big-ass suite of an apartment they were staying in. It was air conditioned and big enough for six people to reside comfortably. The three single lads had plenty of room to spread out; double rooms each with Noah and dad's rooms sharing and adjoining en suite.
Noah had left his door to the en suite open when his dad had walked through for a shower one morning. Bruce was only wearing a towel - his broad chest speckled with blond hair - but Noah's curiosity to see more was overridden by decorum. Noah looked away and once the shower was running, he closed the door.
This morning, Daniel suggested Noah go to the nudist beach nearby. They hadn't ventured out of the resort yet so the trip would be an adventure, even if it was only twenty minutes away. Thus, it came to be that while Noah went for a paddle in the sea, his big brother Daniel fucked off with his sandals, towel and all his clothes.
Noah couldn't walk home naked and asking nudists for clothes had been more embarrassing than venturing to the clothed area of the beach and asking there. Nudists were supposed to be comfortable in the nude - clothed people understood the naked predicament better.
Unless the clothed person was a horny seventeen-year-old French boy called Philippe.
In retrospect, Noah should have known just to wait on the beach. Daniel would come back and give him something to wear and they'd go back to the resort together. However, Noah hadn't thought straight.
Hence Noah had been naked, watched, exposed, filmed and humiliated and then given a skimpy pair of shorts and sandals. Noah and Philippe sat on the beach talking and flirting for a few hours before deciding to head home; Daniel would wonder where Noah was now and being a good brother might have started to worry. The new friends carried on chatting on the way back to the hotel - where, as it happened - Philippe was also staying. Philippe came from farther west in France - near Rennes.
"If you want to see me again, you should come by sometime," Noah suggested.
"What time?" Philippe asked.
"Anytime," Noah answered.
And of course, that was an unfortunate answer.
TUESDAY 04TH AUGUST 2020
The next morning, Philippe was headed to Noah's apartment when he spotted Daniel. Although they'd never met, Philippe recognised Noah's brother. Daniel was twenty-one, having celebrated his birthday in July; Noah still had his sweet sixteen to look forward to on Halloween. Despite being a very big brother, there was an obvious fraternal resemblance.
Daniel was five years older than Noah; taller, broader, more muscular and handsome rather than fine-featured. That morning, Daniel passed Philippe while carrying three towels - the French boy guessed Daniel was staking out spaces by the pool. Philippe went to Noah's apartment and tried the door; the handle turned – the door had been left unlocked.
Noah had said come any time and Philippe wanted to surprise the boy if he could. Knowing Daniel was out of the apartment made things easier - now he only needed to worry about Noah's dad. Philippe would rather be introduced to the family as a friendly neighbourhood Frenchman than caught messing around with the fifteen-year-old. However...
Philippe wanted to catch Noah unawares and, despite the risk of getting caught, the thought of surprising Noah was too tempting. As it happened, Noah was very unawares because he was still sleeping. The apartment had the same layout as Philippe's: a sitting area straight ahead, leading onto a balcony; on the left a kitchen, a bedroom and a large bathroom; on the right was two bedrooms with an en suite between them. The first door on the right was Noah's bedroom, Philippe could tell because the door was ajar.
Philippe peeked into Noah's bedroom and saw the boy asleep. Noah looked so pretty! He was dressed in grey briefs and a grey vest, the vest twisted by slumber so his abdomen was exposed and his left nipple peeking out. With his left arm stretched up, Noah's armpit was also exposed.
Philippe sneaked into Noah's room and realised with a mischievous grin that the boy was hard - morning wood or nocturnal penile tumescence, either way Noah's small briefs were inflated beyond capacity. The respectable shaft had lengthened towards Noah's left hip and there was a little gap between the waistband and Noah's golden skin.
A noise behind him, started Philippe into action, dodging just in time to avoid being seen by Noah's dad. Bruce didn't look into his son's room but the boy's door into the en suite they evidently shared was ajar. Philippe realised that Daniel must have the bedroom on the other side of the apartment.
Philippe caught a glimpse of a man in his late thirties - perhaps as old as forty - and much more in Daniel's mould than Noah's. Bruce was tall, broad, ruggedly handsome and physically fit. Bruce passed out of view and Philippe listened to the shower turn on. The seventeen-year-old interloper caught the shadow of a man removing his towel, which dropped to the floor and then Noah's naked father disappeared into the shower cubicle.
It was a shame Philippe hadn't seen him in his glory but there was one male glory he could still see. Philippe turned back to Noah and stepped close. The boy was still sleeping - not pretending either - so Philippe loomed over him and gazed with unrestricted scrutiny. The French boy sniffed at the exposed armpit with short, brown-blonde, whiskery hair. The subtle odour in Noah's moist armpit only caused Philippe's dick to jump. Philippe leaned over to kiss Noah's nipple and gave it a few affectionate licks too.
Still sleeping, Philippe could see the attention - albeit brief - to Noah's nipple had caused his cock to give a little kick and to leak precum. Quite a lot too and Philippe had never seen such a messy cock; it definitely wasn't premature ejaculate either. Noah just seemed to trickle precum, staining the little briefs.
Noah moaned in his sleep - Philippe had never had many wet dreams but the idea of watching Noah cum in his sleep was a tantalising prospect. Philippe traced his fingers across Noah's golden abdomen. His brown skin contrasted Noah's whiter complexion. Philippe only stopped when his fingers reached the waistband of the teen's briefs. When Noah's dream-induced cock gave another kick - lifting the waistband - Philippe slipped a finger inside them.
Philippe could feel the rigid muscle and the little nest of pubes above it; with his finger securely inside, he stretched the waistband and pulled it down until Noah's six-ish inch dick popped out and flopped across his hip. The foreskin was already peeled back and the head was wild with excitement. Philippe secured the waistband under Noah's scrotum and felt the silky sac with volatile testes nestled inside.
Noah moaned again in his sleep and the young prick leaked some more. Clear and glistening pre-seminal fluid trickled over Noah's left hip and when his cock gave another excited lift it nearly spurted balls-full of boy-juice. Philippe licked a finger and then rubbed the glans, his finger becoming sticky and slippery with precum; he then stroked the underside of Noah's penis, targeting the frenulum with circular motions.
Noah's nocturnal emissions were unmoderated by conscious thought so the fleeting and gentle caresses were all it took to cause his cock to erupt. Jets of cum appeared, shooting up Noah's chest and landing on his vest. Subsequent bursts soaked the bottom of his vest and then the exposed bit of tummy. Blobs of hot cum seemed to sizzle on Noah's hot gold-skinned abdomen.
Philippe took in the messy sight and grinned evilly - not real evil but he had learned a lot about Noah when they talked on the beach and he knew that the boy had a big kink for nudity and was testing an interest in embarrassment and getting caught.
So, Philippe could fix Noah's briefs and adjust his vest to make the teenager look decent again. Philippe could even have woken Noah up so he could fix himself. Instead, Philippe left the cum-contaminated boy with his cock out and his pit exposed and headed for the door.
Philippe was just closing the door to Noah's apartment when Daniel turned the corner.
Bruce stepped out of the shower and grabbed a hand towel off the rail to dry his face and hair. There was a bath towel at his feet, which he'd wrapped around his waist when entering the bathroom and that he'd messily discarded when stepping into the shower. Bruce picked it up now, leaving the hand towel around his neck, and dried himself.
Daniel had gone downstairs to stake a claim to some deckchairs by the pool and Noah was still asleep. They were good boys and Bruce was proud of them both. Noah would be starting Year 12 at the Five Dukes Boys School after the summer and Daniel had studied Electrical Engineering (BEng) at Dukeskettle University. Bruce's eldest son had already been offered a job at the University upon completion of his degree.
The boys were his family. Their mother resided a hundred miles away and they hadn't seen her for a long time. Bruce didn't think about her much anymore. He hadn't thought much about her when she was there.
Bruce knew he couldn't manage without Daniel - he loved his sons but he was also a selfish man. He worked away for months at a time, indeed before this holiday he hadn't been home to them since Easter. However, his work afforded great comforts for his family - a big house in an expensive area, public school for Noah and Daniel had left University without debt.
Still, Bruce missed much of his son's experiences growing up. Daniel made the most of their time together and just seemed to accept the way things were, looking after Noah whether he was there or not.
Dried, Bruce wrapped the bath towel around his waist again and decided he ought to do the dad part and go wake up his youngest son while Daniel was still out of the apartment.
Bruce pushed the door into Noah's room open and stopped in his tracks.
Noah was sleeping, his arm stretched up to reveal he was still developing - though his penis certainly looked like it was well-developed. It wasn't hard... anymore... but Bruce could tell Noah would benefit from the family genes and inherit a big dick.
His son had splashes of cum on his vest and on his skinny tummy and his briefs were hooked under his balls - nocturnal emissions weren't unusual but Bruce wondered if Noah had slid his briefs down like that in his sleep too. He must have, right?
Bruce crept closer - knowing he'd have to wake his son but not wanting to disgrace the fifteen-year-old.
Once he was closer, Bruce could see Noah had only a small patch of pubes; not that he made a habit of looking but Daniel had always been a smooth boy too - smooth legs and chest and tidy tufts under the arms, so perhaps the little patch was as good as it got. Bruce himself was not "hairy" but his chest and legs sported blonde fuzz that the boys hadn't inherited.
Bruce heard soft contented breaths from Noah - who wouldn't be contended after cumming as much as Noah seemed to. There was a lot of discharge on his son and on the bed where the gunge had pooled after flowing away from the smooth skin.
Bruce slipped his thumb under the right hip of Noah's briefs - he could feel the soft skin and felt an unsettling shift in his balls. Noah was beautiful but Bruce tried not to think about that as he slid his thumb to the centre of the briefs; he could feel Noah's silky and hairless scrotum under his thumb and Bruce felt his balls tighten and his penis lengthen half an inch.
In a panic, Bruce pulled the waistband up with pop over Noah's balls and the waistband snapped over the head of Noah's almost soft penis.
Bruce stepped back towards the en suite door where he could call Noah out of his dreaming but as he reached the door and leaned against the threshold to do so, Daniel walked into Noah's bedroom with a handsome black boy behind him.
Two things struck Bruce in the subsequent seconds:
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The lad's skin was a deep brown, darkened by UV rays, Bruce could tell because the skin on his upper thigh was slightly lighter. Whoever he was, he'd been wearing longer shorts before today.
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Was the boy a boy or a man? He looked closer to Noah's age than Daniel's.
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Who the fuck was the beautiful brown boy?
"Hi dad, this is Philippe," said Daniel; "Apparently he met Noah on the beach yesterday."
"Noah didn't mention it," Bruce replied.
Daniel grinned.
Daniel knew why Noah hadn't mentioned it. He'd put it together quite quickly upon meeting Philippe just outside the apartment five minutes ago. Philippe explained that he had found Noah naked on the beach and loaned him a pair of shorts. They had chatted and agreed to meet the next day and Philippe had just arrived to see if Noah wanted to do anything.
Daniel was no idiot. He had left his naked little brother on the beach - it was a safe place and Noah was smart enough not go near any gingerbread houses; i.e. somewhere isolated with someone he didn't know. However, Daniel could tell Philippe wasn't telling the whole story. For one thing, Dan's gaydar had pinged when he met the younger lad. Dan wasn't gay but he could tell Philippe was. It took only a little coaxing for Philippe to admit he thought Noah was "petit homme sexy" - Daniel knew sexy meant sexy and petit meant little so he got the gist.
"And how old are you, Philippe?" Daniel had asked as they stood outside the apartment.
"Dix-sept... Seventeen," Philippe replied.
"You know Noah is fifteen, right?" Daniel asked.
"In France he is old enough. He is intelligent," Philippe replied in a French accent that even Daniel thought was sexy; "Noah knows his own mind. Oui?"
Daniel trusted Noah but it was never his intention to pimp his little brother out to the first pervert that came along. However, Philippe didn't seem to be a pervert; just in case Daniel gave a gently warning.
"If Noah's happy, I'm happy. But if you hurt my brother, molest him or do anything that he tells me he didn't want you to do... I'll rip your fucking cock off," Daniel warned.
Philippe certainly seemed convince.
"So... friends?" Daniel said cheerfully and offering handshake.
"Oui," Philippe said.
"Noah didn't mention it," Bruce had replied.
Bruce, Daniel and Philippe looked at Noah and then Daniel burst out laughing. Noah's dick had gone flaccid but the head was still pinned by the elastic waistband and Noah's cum was still fresh. Noah stirred as Daniel tried to stop laughing, his eyes opened and he saw his dad first. Then he sat up and saw Daniel and Philippe; then he became aware of the sticky deposits his cock had left.
"Your friend is here to see you," Daniel said. "But you might want to wash the jizz off first."
"Dan!" their dad chastised but he too was nearly laughing.
"I'll wait for you out here," Philippe said and he retreated first.
Dad and Daniel left Noah to shower and change and while the teenager showered, he thought about the humiliation of being caught with his spunk on his clothes and skin. It was obvious to everyone he'd shot in his sleep but the fact his family had seen him was ultra-embarrassing... so why did he get a boner thinking about it?
In fairness, Noah got a boner thinking about anyone catching him and he was starting to think that Daniel had set him off on a wild and possibly exiting path. He may have been a reluctant nudist, at least in public, but Noah was enjoying the resulting exhibitionism. Dad and Daniel were gone by the time Noah got to the main room where Philippe was sitting and waiting.
"Did my dad interrogate you?" asked Noah sheepishly.
"He just wondered where and when we met. Your brother persuaded him I was harmless," Philippe said.
"Why would Dan think that?" Noah asked flirtatiously.
"Well I wasn't going to tell him I jerked you off in your sleep," Philippe said.
"You did that?" Noah interrupted.
"You're welcome," Philippe replied cheekily; "I also told him you were a sexy little thing..."
"Cool," Noah replied. "So, can I suck your cock?"
A holiday romance isn't built to last - in fact romance is a bit strong.
Daniel had texted Noah before he'd come back out to see Philippe.
Dan: [Do you really like the pretty French boy?]
Noah: [You think he's pretty too?]
Dan: [Ha ha. Seriously. Don't do anything you don't want to do.]
Noah: [What if I want to do lots of things?]
Dan: [Condoms in my top drawer.]
Dan: [Maybe stay out of my top drawer.]
Dan: [You only just met him.]
Noah: [I'm not really ready for condom stuff.]
Noah: [But thanks.]
Dan: [Have fun. Be careful. Love you.]
Daniel was a good brother really. He was accepting of Noah's sexuality and accepting of the natural teen tendency to want to explore and experiment. If it wasn't a sexy brown French boy, it would be a pretty pasty English boy or someone like that; so, it might as well be the sexy Frenchman. Daniel was helping him to explore his sexuality with Philippe and for that, Noah was grateful.
Besides, Noah also knew that if Philippe hurt him or didn't take no for an answer, Daniel would sort him out. Not that Noah expected to say no to anything.
"You want to suck me?" Philippe asked.
"I've never done it before," Noah admitted.
"Come here," Philippe said, excited by the idea of Noah's virgin mouth.
Noah stepped closer; he was dressed in shorts and a loose short-sleeved shirt with only the bottom few buttons secured so it gaped open. Philippe enjoyed the sight of Noah's skinny chest on show and his little nipples that were erect in the air-conditioned apartment.
"Kneel down," Philippe said; "I'll take my penis out but do not do anything yet."
Noah complied - sinking down and putting his hands on Philippe's knees. Philippe lifted his ass and pushed his shorts and underwear down to the middle of his thighs. Philippe's t-shirt sat just above the base of a flaccid brown dick that was circumcised and swollen but not yet hard.
Although Noah had been totally nude on the beach yesterday, he hadn't even seen Philippe shirtless. The sight of his dick was a really special moment. Truth be told, Noah didn't have much experience with dicks other than his own.
Philippe grasped his own penis and yanked on it a few times, coaxing it to rise from a few inches in length to six inches in length; then it swelled by nearly half inch again. Noah liked the look of it and he gazed up at Philippe who grinned with white teeth and glossy lips.
"Can I touch it?" Noah asked.
Philippe nodded and let go of his hard-on. Noah slid his hands up the inguinal lines on either side of Philippe's erection and then slowly wrapped one fist around the swollen member. Noah could feel it hot and pulsing under his grip; squishy but firm; soft and tender - he slid his hand up and down the length of the cock and marvelled at how different it felt to his own. It was a slightly fatter and over half an inch longer; the head was unprotected by a foreskin so the head was permanently exposed and although it leaked a tear of precum it didn't drool like Noah's did.
"This is... amazing," Noah said.
"Keep rubbing it up and down. That is good, there's a good boy," Philippe said.
Philippe was only two years older but he was more experienced and he liked to remind Noah of that.
"Lean over me now and kiss the tip of it," Philippe said.
Noah looked up at him, tearing his eyes from then cock that was not his own.
"But only if you want to," Philippe added hastily.
"I do want to," Noah replied.
Noah leaned over Philippe's groin and lowed his face until he could smell fresh skin - it was only an hour since Philippe had showered that morning. Noah pursed his lips and kissed the expectant head.
His kiss was soft and short but Noah's lips encountered a spongy muscle that was hot and moist.
"Kiss it again. More wet this time," Philippe suggested, enunciating his English with his glorious accent.
Noah licked his lips and kissed it again and then again, his lips sinking deeper and parting wider to envelop the head and pursing around the entire glans.
"Très bien," Philippe said; "Very good, Noah."
Noah smiled with satisfaction at the pleasure he was giving.
"Now lick it. Lèche ma bite," Philippe said.
Noah stuck put his tongue and drew it across the spongy head of Philippe's hard penis.
"All around the head," Philippe suggested.
Noah did as he was told, paying particular attention to the underside of Philippe's cock. It was different to Noah's own where there was connective tissue that attached to his foreskin but it seemed to be quite sensitive when Noah licked it.
"Now you're going to put it in your mouth, Noah. Be careful with your teeth, make sure your mouth is wide enough," Philippe said.
Noah shuffled on his knees to get comfortable and put his face over Philippe's groin again and then grasped the base of the French boys cock and put the end of it in his mouth.
"Use your lips to protect your teeth, that's good... now up and down and suck," Philippe said.
Noah did as Philippe said, feeling the moist and yielding cock in his mouth grow sweet as he squeezed his tongue into the mix too. Noah found his mouth accepting more of the shaft and he gave a great slurping noise as he sucked through his mouth and then remembered he hadn't breathed for a while.
Noah drew up, gasping.
"Don't forget to breathe. Breathe through the nose," Philippe said helpfully.
"Ok," Noah replied.
Noah had never put a cock in his mouth before. He licked his virgin lips and savoured the taste of his fist cock. It was big and filled his mouth, wet with spit and natural lube, fleshy and hot and elastic.
"Are you ok? Do you want to stop?" Philippe asked.
"No... but warn me if you're going to..." Noah felt embarrassed to finish the sentence.
"Ok," Philippe agreed.
Noah went down again and this time felt more confident and emboldened. He'd never sucked a cock before but he knew he wanted to do more of this. Noah read gay fiction and watched movies and thought it was awful that men who did this were insulted or demeaned.
"Cock-sucker."
"Bitch."
"Mouth whore."
"Fucking faggot."
Noah had no issues with coarse language but it seemed to him that if a guy liked another guy to suck his cock, he was hardly in a position to be such a bastard about it. Maybe some boys liked being talked to that way, but Noah didn't. He wanted Philippe to continue being nice and flirty.
Noah felt his face go deeper, more of the shaft of Philippe's dick sinking into his mouth. The more cock was in his mouth, the less licking or sucking he could do and Noah understood this was why the dick needed to come back out.
In and out it slid, becoming wetter and hotter and pulsing in Noah's mouth in a way the inexperienced teen had never felt before. Noah felt a hand on his head but it didn't push - it was just a little reminder, a prompt by his older lover.
"I'm nearly ready," Philippe said.
Noah sighed, cock still in his mouth, to acknowledge the warning.
"Will I cum in your mouth?" Philippe asked politely.
Noah raised his head, breathless and sweaty and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
"I don't know if I want to swallow... but yea, cum in my mouth. I want to know what it's like, "Noah admitted.
"I'm nearly there," Philippe said again; "Make me cum, sexy little thing."
Noah wrapped his lips around Philippe's dick again and got to work; licking, sucking and deep-ish throating the cock of the brown French boy. Philippe moaned and put his hand back on Noah's head, he started to lift his hips which he had resisted doing until now. Noah liked the change, feeling his face being fucked but very gently and in tile to his own motions.
"Magnifique! I am cumming... now," Philippe announced and spurted hot cum into Noah's mouth.
It was his first time tasting cum. Noah felt the warm, sweet, gooey, sticky stuff fill his mouth and he pulled back once his mouth was full to watch Philippe's cock ooze a little more. The cum dribbled down the shaft of Philippe's cock and Noah just watched it while holding the same stuff in his mouth.
He had done that! Noah had made a boy cum with his mouth.
The stuff tasted sweet and felt weird sloshing around in his mouth, coating his teeth and tongue. Noah held it too long and suddenly realised he couldn't swallow it. It was like the first time he'd tried to eat muscles, scooping it from its shell and then deciding he couldn't get it over.
Noah stood up and ran to the kitchen and spat in the sink.
Noah wiped his mouth, tasting Philippe's cum and swallowing the remnants of it. He rinsed the rest away and returned to Philippe who was cleaning himself up with Noah's vest; it was the one Noah had slept in and the one he'd spunked all over. Noah looked at it and then at Philippe.
"I took it out of your laundry for cleaning up," Philippe said; "There... now my cum and yours is on it."
"You really made me cum in my sleep?" Noah asked.
"Yes. You told me to come anytime so I visited this morning. I thought you'd wake up," Philippe replied.
"It was really embarrassing when you and Dan saw me like that... and my dad," Noah said.
"Désolé... sorry," Philippe said.
"Don't be... it was good... I think I liked it," Noah admitted.
"You liked to be humilié?" Philippe asked.
Noah nodded.
"I have a few ideas then..." Philippe said.
They spent the rest of the morning together and around lunch time Daniel texted to tell Noah to meet them for lunch. Philippe went to catch up with his own family and they met again, where they had met the day before, on the beach half a mile from the nudist section.
Noah thought Philippe would ask him to strip off, but he didn't. They both took their shirts off and Noah, without shame or insecurity, eventually slipped off his shorts too. He was wearing a pair of briefs-style swimming trunks, Speedo brand as it happened. They were blue and tight and outlined his soft dick.
"You never told me you had those on," Philippe said.
Philippe drank in the sight of the skinny, shirtless, English boy and smiled. Noah shrugged and they lay back - Noah could feel Philippe's eyes on him and it made his dick swell just a little. The fact that Philippe had pulled up the legs of his shorts to expose as much of his brown thighs as possible only made things better. Having seen the dick hidden in those shorts, it took little imagination for Noah to envision more fellatio.
"I also never mentioned my dad invited you to dinner," Noah replied.
Noah stretched and put his hands behind his head, his skinny arms pointing out but exposing the silky curves of his armpits. Phillipe slid a hand into the downy hair of Noah's axilla and the teenager giggled and squirmed.
Philippe laughed too and then lay down. He bent his legs to bring his knees up, mostly to hide the obviousness of his hard-on from the rest of the tourists.
"Le dinner might be fun," said Philippe.
Noah looked at him suspiciously.
The afternoon wore on - they went for a walk along the beach but Philippe insisted Noah only wear his trunks. They went for dip in the water and then sat in the sun to dry off; their skin smelled like sweat and salt. Noah eventually got an impatient series of text messages telling him it was time for dinner and he replied to say he'd be at the apartment shortly.
Noah pulled on his white, short-sleeved shirt and fastened the lower two buttons to secure it just below his bellybutton. His chest was otherwise exposed.
"Don't put your shorts on," Philippe told him.
"What?" Noah said - stunned and feeling like he was being set up for something.
Philippe looked respectable in a tight black t-shirt and regular-length black shorts but the grin on his face was scandalous.
"It's still très hot," Philippe said; "Just put your sandals on."
Noah put his shorts in his bag and returned to the apartment with Philippe.
Bruce looked at his son as he came in the apartment door - he was wearing a pair of snug blue swimming trunks, sandals and a shirt that exposed the top of his chest and its golden skin.
"Do you want to get changed first?" asked Noah's dad, hinting heavily that he should.
"I'm fine like this. It's still really hot outside," Noah replied.
Bruce gave him a 'dad look' and caught Daniel in the corner of his eye. Daniel looked amused and he knew he'd have no help from that quarter. Bruce looked at Philippe - the handsome brown French boy that his son seemed so taken with and was about to suggest Noah dress more like his friend when Daniel spoke up.
"Are we ready to go then?" Daniel asked.
Daniel had seen Noah - skimpily attired - and shrugged. The three boys led the way and Bruce was left looking at the little globes of his son's ass and the backs of his smooth legs. Bruce wondered if any restaurant would refuse them but there was no problem. All the diners were casually dressed and although there was no-one as old as Noah dressed so shamelessly exposed, no-one seemed to mind or even notice.
They had a table near the back of the restaurant, tucked into a corner near the kitchen. There was no window beside them but there was a painting by a local artist of the beach and the ocean.
"The kitchen smells good," Philippe said.
Bruce and Daniel agreed and then so did Noah.
"It's boiling here," Noah commented.
"If you're too hot, you can take your shirt off," Philippe said flirtatiously.
Bruce had never needed to ask Noah about his sexuality and Noah had never offered the information, however the gay vibes from his son and Philippe were palpable. He trusted his son to be sensible if this was a holiday romance but he was not too keen on how forward Philippe was. Before he had time to process all that, Noah had unbuttoned his shirt and taken it off.
Noah put his shirt over the back of his chair and sat shirtless in just his swimming trunks and open sandals in the restaurant full of people. Noah was excited, Daniel was amused, Bruce thought Noah was shameless and Philippe was turned on.
Daniel got the conversation started by asking Philippe where in France he came from and what he planned to do after the summer. Noah locked eyes with Daniel for a second and he could tell Daniel was amused and calculating how Philippe could help Noah explore his sexuality and curiosity for nudity.
"Your English is very good, Philippe. Did you learn at school?" Bruce asked after the first course.
It was a typical dad question while they waited for more food to arrive.
"Oui. But at home too," Philippe replied; "My mother is English...well, Scottish, actually."
"Oh, they're not the same thing," Daniel chipped in faux-seriously; "Don't let them hear you say that or they'll kick your head in."
Noah laughed, dad chuckled and Philippe looked a little perplexed.
"Who will, the English?" Philippe asked.
"No, the Scots," Daniel replied.
There began a short conversation about English/ Scottish rivalry but Bruce was keen to keep the conversation amicable. They talked about football briefly too but that conversation ended for the same reason.
It was after the main course when they were all waiting for desert when things took a turn. Noah felt a hand on his silky thigh - Philippe caressing his skin in a sensual way. Noah felt his penis stiffen – not instantly because Noah had enviable self-control but slowly it began to lengthen. If anything, the slow rise was worse – it was a painful ascent towards arousal and potential humiliation.
Philippe's hand remained on Noah's leg, turning to the inside of the teenager's thighs that acted as an ill-attentive gatekeeper to the goods between Noah's legs. Noah tried not to move or moan but it was difficult.
Despite the air of confidence, Noah was self-conscious as the only topless person in the restaurant. Noah's flat chest, golden skin and round, penny-sized brown nipples made him feel very exposed. Plenty of people had shorts on but very few were shot enough to reveal as much leg as Noah had on show. Certainly, no-one was crazy enough to be wearing only trunks like he was.
Noah was powerless - and unwilling - to stop Philippe dip into his swimwear and pull his dick out. Philippe's hand squeezed Noah's erection as it sprang free form the small swimwear. His cock was adequately hidden under the table but Noah was still acutely aware his penis was exposed in a public place. While Daniel and his dad chatted about... something... Noah saw Philippe lick his fingers and then dropped them back under the table.
Noah felt the wet fingers on the head of his cock; they teased and rubbed, twisted and polished and Noah - being a virile young man - was close to cumming in no time at all.
"Is that ok?" Bruce asked.
"What? Yes... no?" Noah replied.
His dad looked at him suspiciously but remained unaware the seventeen-year-old French boy beside him was manipulating the sensitive head of his cock with precision and purpose. Noah had a very leaky cock - his precum was unnatural in volume so he could already feel pre-ejaculate flowing.
"I said we were going to go for a drive tomorrow, I want you to come with us, ok?" his dad repeated.
"Oh, sure," Noah nodded.
Maybe one day apart from Philippe would be a good idea at this point.
"I'll be back," Bruce said and then headed for the toilets.
"What are you up to?" Daniel asked.
"What do you mean?" Noah squeaked innocently.
Or it would have been innocent if he hadn't squeaked.
"Taking your shirt off? And I'm guessing you haven't noticed it's gone by the way?" Daniel said.
Noah twisted around and saw Daniel was right which meant he'd have to walk back to the apartment in just his little trunks.
"Fuck," Noah muttered.
"Is he wanking you off?" Daniel asked in a lower voice.
Precum was leaking down the length of Noah's dick making the glide of Philippe's hand smooth but sticky.
"What?" Noah replied in another shrill voice.
He couldn't help it, not with the attention Philippe was giving his dick. Every now and then Philippe would just stroke the shaft but he paid most attention to the head which was tingling with sensation.
"Noah, I refuse to look under this table to check but I know," Daniel stated matter-of-factly; "Do you like him?"
Noah looked at Philippe who smiled in return and felt awkward answering while his French romance was sitting next to him. But since Noah's French romance also had his dick in his hand, it seemed appropriate to reply affirmatively.
"Yea," Noah answered.
Noah appreciated Daniel checking up again to protect his little brother.
"Great. Enjoy yourself then," Daniel replied.
"Please let me cum?" Noah said.
It was mortifying to ask in ear shot of his big brother but he wanted it so badly.
"Not just yet," Philippe replied; "Let us wait until your dad returns."
Daniel spat his water laughing.
"You're a dirty fucker," Daniel told the French boy.
"It'll be more fun for you to cum when his sitting straight across from you," Philippe said.
Bruce returned and Philippe only let go of Noah's cock to avoid attracting undue attention from the waiter who put down their deserts. The waiter was in his late teens or early twenties and Noah could see him struggling not to look at him - with his skinny torso and his nipples on display.
Daniel knew it was the waiter who had spirited the shirt away – Dan had watched him do it. Bruce's eyes slide to the young man too and looked at his ass contained in tight black trousers.
Bruce's chastised himself for looking at the young man - nearly twenty years his junior.
"Cream for anyone?" the waiter asked.
"Don't think that'll be a problem," Daniel said muttered.
Left to their deserts, the four ate but Philippe had returned his hand to Noah's cock, sticking straight up and ready to burst. Noah unconsciously jiggled in his seat, humping Philippe's hand.
"Are you ok?" Bruce asked.
His dad stretched out his leg and Noah felt a furry calve meet the smooth skin of his own. The physical contact with another man added another sensation to the mix. Noah ignored the fact it was his dad for the time being because the leg was hot and tingly.
"Me?" Noah replied.
"You can't keep still," dad said.
"Yea, what's up... Noah?" Dan asked.
Just then, with all attention on Noah, the fifteen-year-old's cock spurted. Philippe held the rigid organ against Noah's flat tummy so he felt the dick-splash pumping onto his abdomen. Now Noah did moan and Philippe let go while the final spurts subsided.
"I'm just excited... about tomorrow," Noah added hastily.
"Oh," Bruce said brightly, taken aback with surprise; "Good."
Bruce brought his leg back and Noah felt the loss of the hot limb against his own. However, Noah was quickly distracted by the cum covering his abdomen. Gravity took its revenge, dragging the jizz into a pool in Noah's lap and saturating his swimming trunks. How the fuck was he going to get back to the apartment - shirtless and only wearing sandals with his skin coated in cum and filling his swimming trunks?
Noah's dick wasn't even flaccid yet - the post orgasmic slump had begun but it was still big and floppy-hard.
"Knock your spoon onto the floor," Philippe whispered.
"What?" Noah asked.
"Quick."
Bruce and Daniel were too distracted in their own conversation to notice so Noah pushed his spoon off the table and it fell to the floor with a clatter.
"I'll get that for you," said Noah's dad.
"No!" Noah cried.
He knew if his dad looked under the table, he'd see his penis and cum everywhere. Luckily, the boy was saved by the arrival of the waiter.
"Allow me," the waiter said
Before Noah had a chance to protest, the young waiter had crouched down to pick up the spoon; unconsciously his eyes were drawn to Noah's beautiful hairless legs. What the waiter did not expect to see was Noah's cock out.
The waiter looked at the boy - a shirtless teenager who had been silly enough to come in trunks and then came in his trunks. The boy had taken his shirt off shortly after arrival but now his dick was out too? It was nice, not hard anymore but it was messy with semen. Unable to justify crouching any longer, the waiter stood up and began to clear the table.
"You accept credit cards?" Bruce asked.
"Oui. Follow me," the waiter said.
Bruce got up to leave the boys alone while he paid for dinner.
"You knew that waiter was coming back," Noah said with blushing cheeks.
Philippe grinned and took a nonchalant sip of water.
"You should get cleaned up while daddy is away," Philippe said.
Philippe handed Noah his cloth napkin and Noah mopped up the cum from his tummy. It was sticky and smeared across his smooth abdomen - spunk never lifted with a simple wipe. Noah left the jizz-covered napkin on the table but the worst thing was he needed another.
How much cum did he make?
Daniel watched him with benign curiosity. Then Noah lifted another unused napkin from the table wiped cum from his dick and under his balls; Noah could feel a congealed pool of spunk sitting in the seat of his swimming trunks. The teenager was unable to clean up any more without attracting attention and besides - his dad was coming back. Noah dumped the second messy napkin on the table and tucked his penis, now thankfully soft, back inside his trunks.
"Do you want to get a drink at the bar before we head back?" Bruce asked Daniel.
"Are you buying?" Daniel asked his dad.
Bruce nodded.
"See you back at the apartment," Daniel said to Noah.
"Will you be ok going back together?" Bruce reticently asked the boys.
"It's only a ten-minute walk, dad. We'll be fine," Noah answered.
Once his dad and big brother were gone, Noah turned to Philippe.
"It feels weird sitting here in just my trunks now," Noah admitted.
The evening had worn on, the sun was getting low and the temperature had started to dip.
"I think it is sexy," Philippe said.
Noah smiled at the accented way Philippe said "sexy" but he still blushed.
"You're not the one who has to walk home in tiny trunks," Noah lamented.
"Think of all the people who will look at you. Oh la la," Philippe said.
"That's not helping," Noah admonished with a giggle.
"And you still have cum on you. Your Speedo is wet," Philippe said.
"Let's get out of here before you help anymore," Noah said bravely.
They stood up together and the older French boy led the way. Noah knew he was attracting attention - the only shirtless boy in the restaurant – but he was on the street in less than a minute. The attracting of attention didn't stop – people kept looking at his smooth legs, skinny torso and mucky crotch.
"You remember this resort is called Bellepeau?" Philippe asked as they leisurely sauntered.
"Yea," Noah replied - unsure why Philippe was asking.
"Belle means beautiful, peau means skin..." Philippe said with a smile; "The perfect place for you to make your home, Noah."
Just then Philippe put his arm around Noah's shoulder and cuddled him as they walked. Noah knew what Philippe was saying... the French boy was saying he was beautiful. Which was a nice sentiment. Out on the street wasn't much better than the restaurant as everyone was dressed in shirts and some in jackets, shorts or long trousers...
And there was fifteen-year-old Noah in tiny trunks and sandals; spunk on his skin and soggy in the seat of the trunks. The walk was only ten minutes but Noah felt the spotlight of all of Bellepeau on him. Noah had started the holiday as a reluctant nudist but his hesitance didn't hold him back from enjoying the feeling of freedom.
Noah felt strange and enchanted as he walked home.
I hope everyone enjoyed chapter one, there is much more to come. I've been working on this story for a long time so it would be awesome to receive your responses. CH-01 was originally written in September 2018 and edited in March 2020. I have added some references to Covid-19 but let's all ignore any inaccuracies related to foreign travel.
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