A Summer of Discovery
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 11: Back to the Beach

I suspect the trip the teachers had planned today was more for their benefit than ours. We would be taking a guided tour around one of the region’s finest vineyards.

Although we were eighteen, we weren’t allowed to buy alcohol, but we were told that we could have the samples they offered at the end of the tour. Apparently, it’s okay for us to have a sip at the vineyard, but we can’t buy any. Some guys had hoped they could get a few bottles to enjoy in their tent later that night. Unfortunately, it was forbidden, but no doubt the luggage compartment of the coach would have a few cases in it for the teachers when we left.

Some of us protested because we couldn’t drink the wine except for a tiny glass, and Mr Fisher tried to explain that the trip was educational and that we’d find out how the grapes are grown, harvested and turned into wine. He said we would find a new respect for the wine rather than just a drink for us to use to get drunk. He tried the hard sell, but we were having none of it. So he gave in and agreed to drop off those who didn’t want to go to the vineyard at the beach again. Half of us went to the beach.

Andy tried to persuade us to go to the vineyard, but we refused. Not wanting to go without us, he joined us at the beach.

Three girls approached us as the coach pulled away, leaving us at the car park beside the beach. “So, lads, didn’t you promise us something the last time we were here.” Michelle, the one in the middle, asked.

“Where’s the others,” Pete asked.

“They went to the vineyard,” Michelle said, refusing to be distracted by Pete’s question. “So, how about it? Or was it all talk.”

“Talk. You had your chance last time.” Darren said. “While you were looking at the old town and crumbling buildings, we had a day on the nudist beach.”

“Bullshit.” Another girl, Rachel said.

“Okay then. Follow us.” Darren strode ahead.

Darren led the way with the girls a few metres behind. “There’s no bullshit about it. But I know that you three will never do it.”

“Rubbish!” Michelle shouted at Darren.

We walked in silence until we reached the warning signs that the naturist beach was ahead.

Bienvenue à Cockaigne-sur-Mer
Plage réservée à la pratique du naturisme
Nudité obligatoire

I think the girls were getting nervous, unsure if we would go through with it.

“What’s ‘Cockaigne-sur-Mer’?” Michelle asked, trying to delay what might happen.

“How the fuck should I know?” Darren sounded annoyed with the distraction, “It’s probably the name of the beach.”

Michelle looked unhappy with being dismissed.

“Come on, guys, down to our Speedos,” Darren ordered.

We hadn’t had a chance to take off our shirts and shorts before the girls had joined us. We all stripped down to our Speedos, and as usual, I stuffed our clothes into my backpack.

“Is that it,” Rachel said. “Since we got here, you’ve always been going around like that.” She sounded unimpressed.

“We ain’t going all the way until you girls do,” Pete told them.

“I knew it.” Angela, the third girl, laughed. “You’re going to wait for us to get naked so you can have a good look. None of you are going to do it.”

Pete beckoned us into a huddle. The girls couldn’t hear what he said.

We broke the huddle and stood in a line facing away from the girls and ahead to the nude beach.

“One, two, three,” Pete said, and on three, we all pulled down our speedos, showing our backsides to the girls.

They said nothing.

Darren twisted his head back to look at them. “Well, girls, we don’t care if you come with us or not. But we’re going. And my guess is that you are all too uptight and frigid to join us.”

We started walking away from them.

There was silence behind us.

We were about two hundred metres away before Michelle shouted to us. “Wait! Where coming.”

We all looked behind us and saw the three naked girls coming towards us. We turned to face them.

“Fucking hell, Pete. What the fuck is that.” Michelle screamed as she saw what was hanging between his legs.

“What. This little thing.” He swayed his hips to make his pendulous cock swing from side to side. The three girls stared at it for a moment.

“Okay, everyone. Let’s get it over with. Ten seconds of everyone looking at cocks and cunts.” Darren said.

The girls looked shocked as they heard Darren say ‘cunts’. I had no interest in looking at the girls, and I’d seen the guys naked so many times I no longer looked at them, although I always did enjoy looking at Pete and hoping one day that massive of his would fill me to breaking point. The others enjoyed staring at each other, and the girls looked embarrassed and blushed.

I noticed Calvin and Angela looking at each other. Angela was smiling sweetly at him, and Calvin blushed. “Come on, Calvin.” She went over to him and took hold of his hand. “Let’s find a nice spot to sunbathe.” They started walking towards the main nudist area.

“Come on, guys, we’d better follow them,” Darren said. He looked over at Michelle. “If you need help carrying those massive bazongas, then let me know.” Darren laughed.

“I can carry my own tits, thank you very much. But just be careful that a sparrow doesn’t mistake your dick for a worm and try to steal it.” She retaliated.

“No chance of that.”

“Come on, Pete.” She entwined her arm with his. “I’ll stick with you; let Darren play with all the other little boys.”

They looked like a well-suited couple, Pete with his big dick and Michelle with her big tits. Calvin and Angela looked a cute couple, and I noticed that Calvin’s cock had become a little thicker.

The beach was busier than the last time we were here, and we had to walk quite far along before the people started to thin out, and we could find a nice place in the sun where we could all lie back together and soak up the sun.

After soaking up the sun for a while, we went into the water. The girls chased us and tried to grab our cocks under the water. We were far enough out that nobody else saw what we were doing. The guys swam around the girls trying to keep their hands from grabbing them while, in turn, they tried to grab the girls’ tits. To make the sides even, I joined the girls and grabbed the other guys’ cocks; not that we were in teams.

As we got tired and bored of messing around, we swam back to the shore and took a walk further along the beach. It seemed that everyone had paired up except for me and Andy. “Three sweet couples,” I said to him. “Shall we make it a fourth?” I reached out and held his hand.

Andy laughed but pulled his hand from mine.

Walking further up the beach, the people began to change. They were less of the large groups of family and friends and became more couples. The couples kept separate from the others; some played in the sea, some lay in the sun, and some sat talking. And then there were some who were kissing. I watched out of the corner of my eye and noticed that the girl was stroking the guy’s cock. It wasn’t soft, either. They stood and moved from the beach into the undulating dunes. They disappeared as they walked down a steep dip.

“I think we’ve entered the cruising ground.” Andy elbowed me in the ribs as he also saw the couple.

“Let’s go over there.” Michelle pointed to the edge of the dunes and pulled Pete with her.

We all followed and continued our sunbathing. But Pete and Michelle had other ideas.

Michelle leaned over and started to kiss Pete; he turned into her kiss and held onto her shoulders. I watched as Michelle stroked Pete’s chest and let her hand slip down to stroke his cock. It grew as she fondled him, their lips not parting. Pete felt his way to her tits and kneaded them. He was now fully hard.

“Christ. I didn’t think it could get any bigger.” Rachel whispered to Darren.

“Yeah, he’s hung but doesn’t know what to do with it like I do.” Darren’s hands went straight for her breasts before he leaned in to kiss her.

Rachel wrapped her arms around Darren’s shoulder, and I watched as his cock lengthened and hardened.

When Darren reached down between her legs and fingered her, I looked away.

Calvin looked so cute in his embarrassment and was taken aback when Angela started to kiss him.

Only Andy and I were left without anyone to kiss or fondle our cocks.

I looked him in the eye. “Looks like it’s just us two left.” And before he could respond, I rushed forward and kissed him. I expected him to push me off, but instead, he fell back, and I fell with him. I was lying next to him, almost on top of him, our lips pressed together.

Andy opened his mouth, and I could feel his tongue press against my lips. His hands slipped down my back, and he grabbed my buttocks, pulling them closer and pressing my body against his. I could feel his fingers creep down my crack and rub my hole. I squeezed, trying to clutch his fingertip, but as I opened up to suck him inside, he pulled his finger away. My hole closed tight again, and his finger returned.

Even though our lips were still locked together, I smiled. He was teasing me.

I could feel my dick hardening between us, and I felt my way to Andy’s crotch. His cock was hard. I stroked it a few times and felt the tip leak. We had a full view of the beach, so we thought we couldn’t go any further. Well, not where we were. I stood up and pulled Andy to his feet. The others broke apart and looked at us, wondering where we were going. The girls’ eyes looked at our hard cocks as I took Andy into the dunes.

I found a suitable hollow, kneeled and swallowed Andy’s cock. He held onto my shoulders for support as my tongue teased his cock. But today, I was not in the mood for cock; I grabbed his hips and twisted him around.

As I buried my face in his arse, my tongue searched for his hole. I licked over his crack, washing away his dried sweat and seawater. The salt made him taste stronger.

As my tongue probed his hole, Andy bent forward, straining his arms backwards so he could grip his arse cheeks and spread them. He was giving me unfettered access to his hole, and my tongue took full advantage. His arse yielded to me, and my tongue entered him. Licking his insides, Andy stifled a groan. Reaching around, I pumped his hard cock.

This was a new experience for Andy. He never let Pete play with his hole, at least not to this extent and not for what I had planned.

When my tongue retreated from him, he remained open, eager to accept me again. His hole started to close as I licked further down slowly, my head now between his legs and my nose nudging his balls. My finger kept his hole loose and went in deeper than my tongue ever could.

I sucked in one of his balls as I thrust two fingers inside him. I felt him gasp, and his ball twitched in my mouth. I sucked on it hard.

Andy’s cock was leaking over my fingers as I stroked him, my fingers caressing his prostate. His other ball tasted just as salty, and my nose itched as a drop of his pre-cum had lodged there when it nudged against his cock.

It was a strain to pull down his hard cock, bending it back slightly so that I could suck on the tip. When I let go, it slapped hard against his belly.

I stood up, my hard dick now prodding Andy’s buttocks, thrusting forward my dick split his cheeks and found his hole. I didn’t enter him, but my dick teased him.

Andy dropped to his knees in front of me, twisting his head back. He looked at me like a lost sheep. I bent my knees and slapped my dick against his buttocks. I then slid my dick along his crack.

I didn’t tease him too long before my tip found his hole, and I pushed inside. I thrust in firmly and slowly, not stopping until my pubes were against his cheeks. Andy moaned as his arse sucked me inside. I had always thought Andy was a butt virgin, I knew he never allowed Pete to fuck him, but with the ease I invaded him, I was now having doubts. Perhaps Pete’s cock was too big for him to handle.

I waited longer than needed before I pulled back and started to fuck him. My dick pounded his arse as my balls swung back and forth due to the heat and crashed against my body. I never felt the pain in my balls as the tight sensation of Andy’s anus around my dick distracted me.

Andy hung his head low, panting as his eyes locked on the few blades of grass that emerged from the dunes’ sandy soil. His arms held the weight of his body so he couldn’t reach back and feel his cock at the same time. His cock swung freely, and I could hear it as it slapped against his belly, leaving a trail of pre-cum.

His arse was now loose and didn’t grip my dick as firmly as before. Like a jockey in the Grand National, I gave his backside a sharp slap, and his arse gripped my tightly.

Another slap and he got even tighter. I was now sweating profusely; beads were pouring down my face. I sent the sweat flying in all directions as I shook my head. But something caught my eye. To the side, I noticed Pete and Michelle watching. Pete was still hard and stroking himself as he watched me fuck Andy. Taking his hand away, Michelle took over.

I looked Pete in the eye, and my balls ached. I thrust inside Andy hard, and he nearly lost his balance.

Andy grunted at the force of two more hard and deep thrusts.

One more thrust and my dick throbbed, and I shot deep inside Andy. As I came, Pete and I never broke eye contact.

I was now panting in time with Andy.

For a moment, Pete closed his eyes but forced them open again as Michele stoked his huge cock, and he came on the sand.

His body twitched, and he had to take her hand off his cock. They turned and left as I pulled my sticky dick out of Andy.

Andy fell to the ground and rolled over onto his back, his cock was soft, but a strip of sand clung to his belly where he had come. A small pool of cum coagulated on the sand beside him.

Holding my hand out, he took it, and I pulled him to his feet.

“Next time I fuck you,” Andy told me.

“I’m glad there’ll be a next time.”

We went back to the beach, and instead of joining the others, we went into the sea to clean the cum from his body and my dick.

None of us mentioned what we had done in the dunes, and Pete never said a word about watching me fuck Andy. As the day wore on, Calvin tried to get closer to me, not wanting to be alone with Angela.

 

That evening, Darren and I were among the last to go and wash and brush our teeth. Mr Fisher had got the others into their tents and sleeping bags and was eager to get us safely tucked up in bed, too. I suspect he wanted to open a bottle of wine in his tent with the other teachers.

As I spat the toothpaste foam from my mouth, I asked Darren if he minded if I slept in Calvin’s compartment tonight.

“Sure, Ben. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“Thanks, Daz.”

“But why?”

“I’m curious. I think something happened between him and Angela today.”

“You bet it did.” Darren slapped my arse.

“No! I don’t mean that. Something’s up with him. He might appreciate some company tonight and someone to talk to.”

I’m glad Darren was okay with it; nothing would happen between us that night, so it meant he would have more room to spread out.

I couldn’t knock on Calvin’s compartment, so I unzipped it and stepped in with my sleeping bag. I lay it next to him.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I thought you might want some company.” I stripped off my shorts and threw them out of the sleeping compartment.

“What about Daz?” He asked as I zipped it closed again, and I lay naked on top of my sleeping bag.

“He’s okay. He doesn’t need me.”

Calvin didn’t say a word.

“Is everything alright?” I asked in a whisper. “I get the feeling something is wrong, or you’re concerned about something.”

Calvin was already tucked inside his sleeping bag but clutched the end and wrapped it tightly around his neck.

“Is it Angela?” I asked. “Don’t you like her?”

He looked over at me. “Yes. No. Yes. Oh, I don’t know. I’m just so confused.”

“Did you fuck here?”

“No, well, yes. Not really.”

“What does that mean?” I wanted to laugh but didn’t. He was so cute, but I knew he was wrestling with some emotions and didn’t want to belittle them.

“Well, I was hard, you could see that. But she just took charge. I don’t know if I was too slow for her, but she just took me, lay me down and…”

I looked intently at him.

“She sat on me.”

“And?”

“And nothing, she just sat on me and fucked herself on my cock. I couldn’t do anything.”

“Did you want her to?” I asked.

“I don’t know. It all just happened so fast.”

“Did you say no? Or stop?”

“No. But I feel so used. It was like I was just supposed to lie back while she enjoyed herself.”

“So you didn’t enjoy yourself?”

“I suppose not. She wouldn’t let me.”

“But you came?”

“Oh yeah. Right inside her.” He raised his eyebrows at me. “You know me; I like a bit of kissing and stuff, you know, foreplay. But she just went straight in for the kill like I was just another conquest.”

I laughed. “Well, mate, it sounds like you were the girl, and she was the boy. Guys have been doing it to girls for centuries, using them for their own selfish pleasure. I suppose the tables had to be turned sometime.”

“It’s not nice. I wouldn’t do it to anyone else!” Calvin sounded angry.

Leaning over, I kissed him gently on the forehead. “You’re one of a kind. Don’t dwell on it, and just ensure it never happens again. You need to try and gain confidence. Tell people what you want and not do what others are doing. You need to find your voice.”

I kissed him on his lips and snuggled against him, he in his sleeping bag and me naked and exposed because of the warm night.

 

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