A Summer of Discovery
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 13: Taking and Giving

I was getting hungry. A good fucking will do that to you. I approached Calvin and put my arm around his waist.

“Let’s get something to eat.” We left the others at the lake.

“Grab some crisps and drinks for us!” Darren called out.

I raised my hand in acknowledgement.

Calvin was silent; there was something on his mind.

“Okay, Cal. What’s on your mind? I can hear it whirling.”

“I just don’t get you.” Calvin finally spoke. “This morning, we had sex. You were the first guy I…” He hesitated.

“Fucked in the arse?” I grinned and pulled him tighter against me.

“Exactly.” He blushed. “It felt fantastic. I thought there was something between us.”

I stopped and looked Calvin in the eye. “Look, Calvin. I’ve told you I’m not into relationships. You are damn cute, but I’m eighteen and finally out of school. I want to fuck and get fucked as much as I can.”

“I know that, and I’m fine with it. But I’m getting confused. Before you, I was straight, and now I feel attracted to guys. Not just you, but Pete, too. I never thought I would want that massive cock of his.”

I smiled, “I know, it’s fantastic, and for the first time, he fucked me.”

“Shit! No! Did it hurt?” Calvin was surprised.

I grinned. “Fuck yeah! But it was the best pain I’d ever felt in my life. He filled me more than anyone else ever has.” I winked at Calvin, “Do you want to try?”

“Fuck, no. There is no way I could take that monster. But I wouldn’t mind trying something a little smaller.”

So that’s what this conversation was about. It wasn’t about jealousy or wanting a relationship with me; he was building up the courage to ask me to fuck him. I felt my cock thicken and turn the lump in my Speedos into an obscene bulge.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I smiled, licking my lips in anticipation.

“I think so, yes.” Calvin looked at his feet. “I might never get the chance again. We’re going home tomorrow, and I’ll go back to my old life.”

“You’re off to university, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Well, when you get there, make sure you remember this trip and go fuck a freshman and get fucked by a freshman, preferably a different one.” I grinned and lowered my hand to cup and squeeze his right buttock.

Calvin smiled at me and placed his hand on my arse. He became nervous when I slipped my hand inside his Speedos and teased his hole.

I looked at him expectantly. But Calvin was nervous about doing the same to me in full view of the campsite. I nodded to encourage him and felt his hand slip inside my Speedos.

I felt Calvin’s fingers inch closer to my hole. I opened up for him and surprised him when his finger slipped inside me.

Shocked, Calvin snatched his hand back and looked at his finger. It was wet, covered in Pete’s cum.

“Suck it.” I whispered, “It’s the closest you’ll ever get to Pete.”

Calvin sucked Pete’s cum from his finger.

“Before I fuck you. I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me, swilling around in what Pete’s just left inside me.”

Calvin’s cock was now hard and leaking. I noticed a damp patch spread where the tip of his cock dribbled pre-cum.

“We’d better get you back to the tent.” I changed direction and walked back to our tent. Calvin followed behind me, using me to shield the evidence of his erection and leaking cock.

We snuck into the tent unnoticed. The air inside was warm and stale in the midday sun. I pulled off my Speedos and knelt before Calvin. I peeled his Speedos off his hard cock and slipped it into my mouth. Calvin groaned.

I only sucked his cock long enough to get it wet. I lay on my back, holding my legs in the air.

“Just fuck me. Just shove it in deep; don’t be gentle. Pete has already wrecked my hole.”

Calvin looked so sweet as I looked at him from between my legs. He was still unsure of himself. This would be the first time he’d fucked a guy face to face. I wanted to see him as he ploughed my hole and felt Pete’s cum smear over his cock.

He knelt between my legs and held his cock.

“Come closer. Put my legs over your shoulders and ram it home.”

Calvin took instruction well. His cock impaled me. Despite being stretched by Pete, it felt fantastic. I looked in Calvin’s eyes as he started to fuck me. He tried to avoid my gaze, but we were so close that he couldn’t avoid me. I found his face and kissed him, my tongue invading him as his cock invaded me. He groaned around my tongue and closed his eyes.

“How does it feel?” I whispered, not wanting anyone who might be passing from hearing. “How does Pete’s cum feel on your cock?”

Calvin screwed up his face. I could tell that he was trying to hold back. Trying not to cum too soon and betray his lack of experience.

“Pete came so much inside me. It was like having a cum enema. Can you hear it sloshing around your cock?”

Calvin groaned.

“Fuck me harder, I can take it.” I gasped. “Cum inside me. Breed me like Pete did. Mix your cum with his.”

Calvin was still trying to hold back, but I knew the thought of Pete, his massive cock, and his cum in my hole took him to the edge. I flexed my muscles and pushed back against his invading cock. Calvin grunted and thrust deep. He froze, and his face contorted in ecstasy. I felt his cock lurch inside me, it throbbed, and he shot his cum inside me.

I let out a long, lingering breath. Calvin collapsed on top of me. He almost winded me. I wrapped my arms around him to keep him on me and his cock inside me. He felt heavy; the pressure on my chest made it difficult to breathe. Calvin was panting in my ear.

I rolled Calvin over, and his cock slipped from my hole. I lifted his legs and pushed my face between his buttocks. I set my tongue to work, licking and poking his virgin hole. Calvin groaned and squirmed, and I felt his balls twitch and connect with my forehead.

My tongue stabbed at his hole, forcing it open. I pulled back, sucked my finger and pushed it inside. I fucked him with my finger. I spat on his arse and pushed a second finger inside. Calvin grunted. I wasn’t tender or gentle. I wanted to open him up. I was eager to fuck him, but I didn’t want to hurt him. Well, not too much.

A third finger stretched him further. His hole gaped, but I knew it wasn’t wide enough to take me, and I didn’t care. I was ready to take his virginity.

I pulled my fingers from his hole and sat on my haunches. Calvin looked up at me, wondering why I had stopped.

I reached behind me and released some cum that had been dumped inside me. I smeared it over my hard cock.

“It may not be Pete’s cock, but I am going to put a little bit of him inside you.”

I lined up my cock with his hole and pressed. He didn’t yield.

“Relax, Calvin. It may sting for a moment…” Calvin’s eyes widened in fright. “But it quickly goes away, and then it feels fucking fantastic.”

I pushed again against his reluctant hole. It still didn’t yield.

I leaned down and softly kissed him, “Don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle.”

He seemed reassured, and the next time I pushed, I felt his hole yield, and my knob took his virginity. He screwed up his face and bit his lower lip to prevent himself from screaming. I felt his hole snapping back behind my knob, squeezing my shaft as it tried to expel me.

I waited. I didn’t push any deeper as I needed him to relax more and get used to my cock inside him. He began to pant, trying to control the pain.

“Are you ready for more?” I asked softly.

“No!” He gasped. “It hurts, it fucking hurts!” I noticed a tear roll down his cheek.

“We don’t have to do this,” I told him.

Calvin was still panting away the pain. “No. I want to try.”

I wiggled my hips so my knob moved and tickled his hole. That did the trick. I felt his grip on my cock loosen, and I slowly pushed half an inch more inside him.

The grunt from Calvin was different this time. It was a grunt of pain, tinged with pleasure. I gave him more of my cock.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” Calvin let out a deep breath. “The pain is going away, but I feel full. The sensation is…” He was lost for words.

I didn’t give him a chance to think as I pushed my cock deeper inside him. His little innocent face brightened, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened in an unusual combination of a rictus and smile. When I looked down, I noticed his cock was hard again, and his balls were dancing as they twitched within their sac.

Whenever I went deeper, I kissed him again. My cock was deep inside his arse, and my tongue was down his throat. Beneath me, Calvin squirmed.

“Fuck, Ben.” Calvin gasped as our lips parted.

“No. Fuck Calvin.” I grinned and started to pull out and back in.

I started slow and gradually increased my pace. Calvin lay passively beneath me, enjoying the sensations as my cock filled him and rubbed against his prostate.

My pace hastened. The pleasure was apparent on Calvin’s face. He enjoyed this, and I no longer took it slowly and gently. I gave him a sense of what it was like being fucked. Not making love, but being fucked.

The exertion was making me sweat and was beginning to sting my eyes. I threw my head back, trying to get rid of the sweat, but it didn’t work. It was the middle of the day in the summer sun in an unventilated tent. It felt like a sauna. Calvin’s pale skin glowed with his sheen of sweat.

I slowed my fucking as I rubbed the sweat from my face and then gripped his hips. I fucked him hard and deep, eliciting grunts from Calvin. His cock was leaking as it lay on his stomach. With each thrust of my cock, his cock spewed out more pre-cum, and his balls twitched in their loose bag.

Calvin grunted, and then his cock lurched and flailed like a crazy snake. It spat cum out; it landed on him, me and the tent. I stabbed his arse again, and more cum spewed over Calvin’s belly. I felt his body relax underneath me, and I stopped fucking, leaving my cock inside him.

I let Calvin recover from his orgasm.

“I bet that never happened before.” I smiled at him. He seemed amazed that I had made him cum without either of us touching his cock.

I began to fuck him again. It wasn’t over just because he had shot his load. I hadn’t cum yet, and I wanted to cum inside him.

As I felt my orgasm approach, I asked Calvin if I could cum inside me. He nodded, and I felt my cock throb with excitement.

I was almost ready, and I fucked harder and faster. Calvin looked at me as I gasped for air. With a final thrust, my cock exploded and shot cum inside him. Calvin was smiling as I came, and he felt the throbbing inside him.

I stayed inside him until my cock had calmed down and began to soften. I rolled over and collapsed beside him.

“Fuck!” I gasped.

“Fuck.” Calvin smiled, turning his head to look at me.

“How was your first time?” I asked once I’d caught my breath.

“I’ll never forget it,” Calvin spoke in a hushed tone.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I teased.

Calvin grabbed his limp dick and squeezed out the remnants of his orgasm.

“Definitely good. I’m glad it was you.”

“So was I. You are one damn good fuck. You could have a wonderful career as a bottom.”

Calvin laughed. “Like you!” I jabbed his flank with my elbow. “It’s nice to know I have options.”

I laughed. I reckoned Calvin would continue to experiment with guys. “We need a shower and some food. Fucking you has given me a ravenous appetite.”

We slipped on our Speeds, grabbed our towels and washbags and made our way to the ablution hut. I released what cum I could from my arse as I washed and encouraged Calvin to do the same. I assured him he wouldn’t crap himself, and he didn’t want it leaking out all afternoon. We showered and put our Speedos back on.

The campsite shop was very basic. It didn’t have much, but it did have some filled baguettes. We picked up some ham baguettes, crisps, and cans of soft drinks. The young man behind the counter couldn’t keep his eyes off us. He enjoyed looking at our arses and the bulges we displayed. He grinned as we approached the counter. I paid as Calvin put the stuff in a carrier bag.

As we were leaving, something caught my eye. It was a display of tourist leaflets. I went over and picked up the leaflet that interested me.

Cockaigne-sur-Mer.

That was all I could understand because it was in French. I looked all through the leaflet, hoping for an English version, but it wasn’t bilingual.

“You speak French, don’t you?” I turned to Calvin.

He nodded. This may have been a trip for the students who did the French A-Level chance to speak the language, but not many people did.

“What does this say?” I passed him the leaflet.

He read it quietly to himself. I noticed a frown. He started again.

Calvin went back to the counter to talk to the young man. He spoke in English.”

“My French isn’t bad, but I don’t understand this.” He handed the leaflet to him, “It suggests that Cockaigne-sur-Mer is not part of France and has its own laws and customs. Is that right?”

“Oui et non.” The young man smiled. “It is an independent town. It is part of France but has different laws and punishments.”

His voice was soft, and his accent was strong.

He pointed to the leaflet and a link to a website. “If you’re interested, this website will explain everything. The homepage is in French, but an English option is in the top right corner.”

“Have you visited the town?” I asked him.

“Oui.” His smile told me he enjoyed his visit. “I often visit la plage naturiste.” For some reason, he spoke some French, but we understood.”

“We went there,” I told him and noticed Calvin blushed. “We had a great time.”

“I have a friend who lives there, and he spends all summer completely nude. He loves it.” The young man told us. “I wish I saw you two when I was there a couple of days ago.” He grinned at me and looked down at the bulge in my light blue Speedos.

I looked around the shop to ensure it was empty, “Well, I wouldn’t want you to miss the show.” I smiled and pulled down the front of my Speedos to expose myself.

“Ç’est un beau bite.” He licked his lips. “What about your friend?” He was pushing his luck.

I looked at Calvin to encourage him to reveal his cock to the stranger. “Come on, Calvin. After today, it is highly unlikely we’ll see him again. Unless we decide to holiday here next year.”

I was surprised when Calvin exposed himself.

“Beau.” The man said as Calvin covered himself up. I tucked my cock and balls back into my Speedo. “Je m’appelle Yves.”

“Je suis Ben. This is Calvin.”

 

We took the shopping back to the guys on the beach. I was surprised they were still there.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Darren yelled when he saw me, “You’ve been gone fucking hours.”

“And now I’m back!” I grinned at Darren, “But it’s nice to know that you missed me.” I turned around and pointed my backside at him. “Or is it just my arse you missed.”

“Not fucking likely.” Darren grabbed the bag from me and threw the food to the others. He unwrapped a baguette and began to devour it.

“If only you ate my cock like you’re eating that baguette, I’d never need anyone else to satisfy my needs.”

Darren swallowed, “Well, this tastes nicer than your sticky cock.”

I laughed and pulled down my Speedos. I grabbed my cock and thrust it in Darren’s face. He tried to punch me away, but I kept waggling it in front of him.

“Fucking hell, Ben.” Pete watched as I teased Darren, “Put it away. We’re trying to eat, and no one wants to see that.”

I pouted and put my cock back in my Speedos, “You guys are no fun. We’re going home tomorrow.” I sat beside Darren and leaned over, resting my head on his shoulder.

Darren wrapped his arm around my shoulder and held me tight. “My poor baby,” He kissed the top of my head, “You’re going to miss all this.” I nodded. “But we still have tonight and new adventures ahead of us. We’re off to Uni in a few months. Just think of all those cute Freshers.”

I smiled and rubbed the growing bulge in my trunks. “You’re making me horny again.”

“You’re always horny.” Darren laughed.

“It’s looking at all of you in Speedos.” I reached down and rubbed Darren’s crotch. I felt his cock thicken.

“Will you leave me alone. Let me eat in peace.” Darren grabbed my wrist and removed my hand.

“Perhaps later, you could feed me.”

 

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