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MY TRIP TO FRANCE REMEMBERED
Soon after the start of my summer hols from school, my dad and mum took me by car to France for the day. I was a couple of weeks short of 15 at the time. They wanted to go to Boulogne to buy stuff at a Hypermarket there, taking along several strong plastic carrier bags.
That summer was very warm. Sitting in the back of our car, I can still remember exactly what I was wearing that day. I had on a pair of jeans, trainers and a short-sleeved shirt in a mixture of bright colours, wearing it outside my jeans with a T-shirt on under it. I was fond of that coloured shirt. The jeans were not tight on me. Under them, I had on my usual Y-fronts.
At Dover, dad drove the car on board a really big catamaran. We were able to leave the car, sitting to have some coffee. Once off in Boulogne, it wasn't far to the Hypermarket. Sitting in the back seat out of sight, I had the fingers of one hand through a big hole in one pocket of my jeans, right down inside my Ys, playing with my cock. I wasn't really meaning to wank myself, but it got harder and harder. Difficult to leave off, I went on with what I was doing.
Just as dad drove into the car-park, I lost it, managing not to make any like gasping noises as it happened, with my spunk squirting through my fingers. I could feel it warm inside my Ys. As quick as I could once it finished coming, I licked it off my fingers. Still feeling horribly uncomfortable, I got out of the car and we went into the Hypermarket. For a while, I had to walk round inside with my parents as they looked for the things they wanted to buy.
After a little, I made the excuse of needing to pee, finding my way to the toilets, locking myself inside one of the cubicles. In there, I let my jeans fall down round my ankles. Under them, my Ys were in a disgusting spunky mess, with that smell like nothing else. When I squeezed my cock very gently, pulling my skin all the way back, some more drops of spunk came out. I wiped it clean with lav paper.
Heaving a sigh of relief, I found that my Ys had caught the lot, so there was none of it down inside my jeans. The Ys were so bad that I couldn't possibly put them back on, so I wrapped them inside lots of lav paper before shoving them inside the pocket of my jeans that didn't have the hole. That meant putting my jeans back on just as they were. Like that, they kept rubbing against my balls, nothing more than a bit uncomfortable as I went back to find my parents.
They'd found what they wanted, wine, cheese, French bread rolls, several boxes of chocolates and some other stuff I can't remember. On the way back on board the catamaran and out of the car, I managed to go into the toilet to have another look inside my jeans. No spunk there! Just as soon as we were home and I was back in my room, I got everything off, heading for the shower where I washed my cock again very carefully. What did I do about the messy Y-fronts? I fished them out of my jeans pocket, taking them with me into our bathroom when I went for the shower. Once I had the lav paper off them, I washed them out in the basin using some soap powder & cold water. Afterwards I let them dry out over the back of a chair in my bedroom. Wouldn't say they were spotless, but they were OK for me to wear again. (End)