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School may be over, but some students are going on a final school trip to the South of France. Despite not knowing the language, Ben Masters joins his friends and enjoys the sea, sun and sand. While enjoying their holiday Ben and his friends throw themselves in the cuture and make some amazing discoveries.
Disclaimer: Please note that this story is fictional and took place in the imagination of the writer, nothing written ever happened. These fictional characters may or may not practice safe sex, however these are merely words and I would always advocate the practice of safe sex in the real world. Some of these fictional characters' actions may not also be legal in all or any places in the world, and these fictional stories are not meant encourage any reader to break any of their local laws. Anything can happen in our imaginations, but in the real world we are bound by restrictions. Play safe.
Now, fire up your imaginations and let the fun begin...
A Summer of Discovery
Chapter 4: Relief From Boredom by David Heulfryn
I woke early the following day and lay on my back, listening to Darren's quiet breathing. He always looked so cute when he was asleep, and if this were a sleepover at my, or his, house, I would have my hands inside his sleeping bag, stroking his cock and making him hard. Once hard, I would wrap my lips over him as he slept and gently suck him off until he would wake up as he came in my mouth. He told me that I was the best alarm clock a guy could have and that waking up while cumming was far better than waking up to an ear-screeching noise.
As the air was always so hot, we decided after the first night to sleep naked. Most nights, we would sleep on top of our sleeping bags, but we felt a little cold last night, so we tucked our naked bodies snuggly into our bags.
The sun had warmed up the morning air and was now getting warm again. I crawled out of my bag and lay on top again. I couldn't hear anyone outside, so I figured it was early. Instinctively my right hand went down my body and grabbed hold of my dick.
Like a little boy just wanting something to play with to pass the time, I started rolling my limp dick through my fingers, squeezing the shaft and pulling back my foreskin to expose my red knob. I wasn't wanking; not really. I was merely playing with myself, giving me something to do while I waited for the others to wake. Naturally, I got hard, and my mind stopped drifting and began to concentrate on wanking properly. And slowly and quietly.
I felt my balls ache, and I wanted to cum, but I had nothing with me to clean up with afterwards.
My dick throbbed in the air as I released it, and I sighed. I couldn't even dash to the ablution hut as there was no way I could disguise my hard-on underneath my clothes.
Looking over at Darren, I noticed he was awake and quietly watching me.
"Come on, Daz, help me out, please." I begged, "I can't cum as I'd leave a mess. I can't go out all cum stained; I'd never live it down for the rest of the trip." I whispered.
"Don't be so fussy, just cum into your hand and then lick it all off."
"You know I can't control where it goes. Come on, mate." I pleaded.
"Alright, but only because I want to fuck you later. I can't spend all my time here without a fuck."
"Deal." I agreed, "We'll have to sort it out later. Make sure we get the opportunity."
Darren smiled and, still in his sleeping bag, leant forward. He pulled himself down so that his lips swallowed my knob. He tickled me with his tongue and then swallowed my dick until I could feel his nose press against my pubes. It only took him a few seconds before I shot into his mouth. His lips remained sealed around my dick as I came in several powerful shots, hitting the back of his throat and coating his tongue.
When my dick had calmed down, and he had sucked the last drops of cum from inside me, he let my dick slip from his lips.
It felt great to get some relief finally, and I relaxed back on my sleeping bag, my eyes looking at the canvas above me, my breathing heavy.
Suddenly, a face loomed above me, making me jump. Darren was grinning very strangely; his lips were tight, almost white. His hand grabbed my chin and stretched his fingers onto my cheeks. He squeezed, forcing my mouth open.
I lay looking at his lips as he opened them and let my cum flow down and into my mouth. He leaned in close so that no cum dribbled onto my chin. As the last rope left his mouth, he closed the gap, our lips touching, and my tongue entered him. Swallowing my cum, my tongue rooted around Darren's mouth for anymore, finding a few trace amounts. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stopped the pretence of finding my cum, and started to kiss him hard and deep.
After some very long seconds, he pulled away.
"Oh fuck, Darren. You always leave me wanting more." My dick was now filling out, but I had not recovered enough to get hard again.
"Not true. You always take more than you're given."
Darren got out of his sleeping bag and lay on top of it. I looked at his cock, it was soft. He pulled it and let it rest amongst his mousy pubes.
"I couldn't believe their reaction yesterday," Darren said.
"Whose?"
"The girls. And a few of the guys as well."
The first group of girls we encountered laughed at us in our light blue Speedos, and then they got more daring and approached us. They gasped at the size of Pete's bulge, all wanting to know if he had a sock stuffed down there. He teased them at first by pulling out his waistband but would let it snap shut when they tried to peek inside. He told them they could see it when we went back to the beach and only if they joined him further up in the naturist section. Andy stayed quiet. I don't think he liked the idea of being naked on the beach, but Darren and I readily agreed, and we agreed for Andy as well. Darren thrust his crotch at the girls and told them if they wanted a look at the goods, they would have to be true to their word and come with us.
As we lay in our tent, I asked Darren if he would go through with it.
"Sure. We're lying here naked. What's the difference? Lying here naked and lying on the beach. I would love to go home with an all-over tan."
"The difference is that our schoolmates will be able to see us. I don't mind who sees my cock, but I'm surprised you don't mind."
"That's half the fun," Darren smiled at me. "It'll be fun if we're all naked."
"I know what naked fun I want." I grabbed Darren's soft cock and gave it a few strokes. "I don't know if I'll be able to control myself, seeing you naked, seeing that gorgeous cock of yours and wanting it up my arse."
Darren batted my hand off his cock, "You'll have to control yourself, it's a public beach, and you can't walk around with a stonking erection."
I groaned and felt my cock lurch.
"You know, Ben, all the girls couldn't get enough of us in our speedos. Why don't we wear them again today? I think we should wear them as much as we can. What d'ya say?"
I was certainly game. I loved the feel when I wore them, and I loved looking at the other guys in them; it gave me an extra boost in the bulge department.
"Go and nudge Pete. See if he and Andy will also wear theirs." Darren told me.
The fabric separating the compartments felt like some cotton towelling that stretched when pulled. I put my fist in and felt Pete lying in his sleeping back. I gave his shoulder a couple of sharp thumps, and he stirred.
"What the fu..." He began.
"Hey, Pete. We're all going to wear our speedos today around the camp. Are you in?"
"Sure, let's give the girls another thrill."
"Great. Andy too?" Darren whispered.
"Of course." Pete turned to Andy, who was sleeping, shook him awake and told him what we would do.
I heard him grumble but knew he would join us.
We started hearing some activity outside and hushed voices and decided it was a good time to get up. Darren unzipped our compartment, giving me a great view of his arse and his bright red hole as he bent down to find the zip. I resisted reaching out and sticking my finger in.
Joining Pete and Andy in the other part of the tent, we searched for our Speedos. Yesterday, we'd just tossed our speedos to one side when we got back to the campsite. All four of us stood naked in a circle while we passed Speedos to each other.
"I think these are yours." I passed the large pair to Pete. "It's the biggest, and you need the extra room to cover that cock of yours."
Andy took the small pair as he had the slimmest hips, and Darren and I both had medium. We had no idea whose was whose, so we just took a pair. I have to admit, the thought of wearing Darren's speedos did make my cock swell.
The four of us grabbed our towels and wash bags and went to the ablution hut for a wash and a shave. When we returned, we put our chairs outside and sat chatting while the other tents woke up.
Four guys walking around the camp in speedos certainly had the desired effect. People laughed, but several guys said how brave we were and how they were too chicken to do it. The three girls who wanted to see what was inside our Speedos couldn't take their eyes off our crotches. Calvin, our stray tent mate, looked embarrassed, and I swear his face turned red when he emerged from our tent. He tried to ignore us and joined his mates. Some girls asked him why he wasn't wearing Speedos, and when I said we'd get him a pair from the next shop, he almost choked. I wouldn't mind seeing him in Speedos or out of them. I thought he looked cute.
Calvin never joined us; we always asked him to, but he preferred his mates. He spent all his time with them and virtually lived in their tent. He only came back to our tent to sleep.
All the fun ended when Mr Fisher told us to get ready for the day's excursion. We were to go to a local monastery where the monks prayed for hours during the day and made pottery or weaved when they weren't praying. I was not looking forward to it, but we all had to go. Reluctantly, we changed out of our speedos into loose shorts and a tee shirt.
I was totally bored from the moment we boarded the coach to go to the monastery to when we alighted the coach back at the campsite in the early afternoon.
"Let's go to the lake!" Someone shouted as they left the coach, and half of us cheered.
Mr Fisher said we could go but to be back at camp by five o'clock. He was always giving us deadlines, but for the most part, when we were in camp, we could do what we wanted.
We, "Speedo Boys", as we had now been nicknamed, changed and headed out to the lake with the others.
We ran through the shallows into the deeper water and dived under the water. As we came up, Darren pulled me to him and pointed to a forest area at the side of the lake. It was further along and away from the campsite. There looked to be no one around them or in them.
Leaving Pete and Andy behind, we swam over and pulled ourselves up the grassy bank.
A few metres into the woods, Darren pushed me against a tree and started to rub my crotch. My dick grew inside my speedos.
"I can't tell you how long I've been wanting this. Your arse is mine, I hope it's ready."
"It's been waiting for you all fucking day." I leaned in to kiss Darren, but he tilted his head away and sank to his knees.
Darren peeled down my Speedos, my dick sprang out, almost slapping him on the cheek. He waited for it to stop bouncing before wrapping his lips around it and taking it deep into his throat.
He certainly knew how to handle a dick in his mouth, and after years of sucking me, Darren knew exactly which spots to hit. His hands grabbed my buttocks, pulling them wide apart and let his fingers creep down my crack to my hole. As his mouth swallowed my dick, my knob hitting the back of his throat, his finger invaded me. It was still wet from the freshwater lake, and I knew it was my hole he wanted, so I relaxed back there. Darren's finger slipped in very easily, a little too easily, so Darren pulled out and used two fingers.
I felt him smile around my dick; my eager arse amused him.
My dick oozed inside his mouth, his finger stimulating more pre-cum as he attacked me from in front and behind. His mouth expertly sucked, and his tongue teased me as his fingers pounded my prostate. I allowed myself to be taken by Darren and collapsed against the tree trunk, my arms bent back, trying to clutch the rough bark to steady myself. I tried to spread my legs further, but my speedos were around my ankles, so I stretched them as far as possible.
My balls began to ache and crept up inside me. With his free hand, Darren grabbed them and pulled them down tight. The pain was ecstatic as my hips bucked and my head thrashed. I was very close now; the pain in my balls just drew me closer.
Darren now attacked me on three fronts. His tongue glided against the underside of my knob, causing my dick to twitch inside his mouth, his fingers pounded my prostate, sending out a stream of pre-cum, and my hole clamped down on his knuckles, and my balls were pulled lower, making them ache. My mind flittered between each sensation that I never sensed my impending orgasm. As my dick throbbed and spewed cum into Darren's mouth, I almost screamed but just about managed to muffle the sound.
He eased the pressure on my balls, and his finger was now gentle inside me. His mouth sucked on my knob, gathering as much cum as he could.
As my dick slipped from his lips, Darren stood up, his lips drawn tight. I leant forward for a kiss and another exchange of my cum, but Darren deflected my attempt and threw his head back, his eyes looking at the forest canopy. I leaned back against the tree and watched as he opened his mouth and began to gargle with my cum. It made me laugh. He'd never tried this before, and it sounded different, gargling with the thick fluid at the back of his throat.
Then he swallowed.
I looked down at his crotch. He was hard, and his speedos tried to contain him, but the tip of his cock poked out from his waistband. I stepped out of my speedos and dropped to my knees to lick the hard arrowhead.
Pulling his cock free, I allowed it to slap me in the face, then hungrily sucked it in my mouth. I liberally coated it with my saliva as we both knew what it wanted, and that wasn't a blow job.
Letting his slick cock free from my mouth, I stood and turned round. I leant forward against the tree, bracing myself and thrust my arse backwards. Darren's hands spread my cheeks, and I felt the coolness of my saliva as his knob connected with my hole. I flexed, opened up, and Darren pushed his cock into me with ease.
He was always gentle at first, and I loved him for that. He never forced his way in. But his slow rhythmic movement steadily grew faster, stronger and deeper. I kept pushing back as he pushed inside. His cock filled me and massaged my prostate with each stroke. As he pulled back, my arse would squeeze hard, trying to keep him inside me. My cock had deflated since I came in his mouth and flapped wildly between my legs as our hips moved in a frantic dance to keep his cock deep within me.
Darren held my hips still; his strokes became more deliberate, and I could feel his balls swing and connect with my cheeks. The hard thrusts caused me to grunt as he sent a wave of excitement from my prostate to my dick. Looking down, I could see my dick leak sending tiny drops flying in all directions as my limp dick flailed.
Darren growled as he pushed in hard. His cock was surging, getting harder. His hips jackhammered as he forced himself to release. My arse clung to his cock for dear life. After a final growl, he rammed his cock deep inside me and wrapped his arms around my body, holding me tight against him, holding his cock deep within me.
My hole gripped his surging cock as it swelled and spewed cum deep within me. My muscles milked his throbbing cock as I felt his warm breath on my shoulder.
We stayed locked together until his cock began to shrink and fell out of me. I felt empty but satisfied. I wanted him to stay inside me as long as he could, but there comes a moment when the cock becomes so soft there is nothing either one of us can do to keep it inside.
"That was fucking ace." Darren slapped my arse. "I needed that."
"Anytime, Mate," I said, turning round.
We pulled on our speedos and headed back to the water.
"Hold on a minute," I said as Darren was about to swim back to the others. "My arse is leaking. You must have shot gallons up there."
I pulled the back of my speedos down and washed the leaking cum from my arse."
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