A Summer of Discovery
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 5: Ben Goes To Monte Carlo

I was still tired from the early start. I had no time to shower, just a quick pee and wash. I was still shovelling down my cereal when Mr Fisher told us to get on the coach. I braced myself for a long day. We would have a long drive ahead of us if we were leaving so early.

The itinerary stated ‘Monaco’. I’d heard of the place. It was in France, but it wasn’t France. It was a separate country run by and for rich people.

Mr Fisher sat behind the driver and took hold of the microphone to talk to us. He told us it would be an experience we’d never forget, but I don’t think anyone was looking forward to it. None of us thought there would be anything fun for teenagers to do, ones without millions in the bank account anyway. Fisher warned us the principality was tiny, and everything was expensive. It turned out we couldn’t afford to buy anything; even a Coke would set us back twice as much as we would pay at the campsite shop, which was more expensive than a corner shop. Fisher told us about places we might want to visit, such as the Palais Princier, the Cathedral or the Jardin Exotique.

We were allowed to split up, so the four of us walked around the shops in Monte Carlo, looking at the expensive watches in a jeweller’s window, each saying which one we would buy if we had the money. I picked a flashy gold Rolex with diamonds embedded around the rim. We walked on and found a car showroom that was the most fun; we looked at the expensive cars, ran our hands over their perfectly waxed bonnets and sat in the driver’s seat. Darren sat in a Ferrari, Pete put himself in the passenger seat, and Andy and I waited as they played out their fantasy of driving around the winding mountain roads of Monaco.

Out of nowhere, a very well-dressed young man came up to us. He spoke French with a posh accent. We didn’t understand a word.

“Hey, Mate. Just hold up a minute.” I told him. “We can’t understand a bloody word.”

He gave a heavy sigh and looked at Darren. “Get out of the car, please and leave.”

I feigned a posh accent, “I’ll have you know that my Grandfather is the Duke of Westminster, one of the wealthiest men in the United Kingdom. He could buy all these cars without blinking. Back home, I drive a vintage e-type Jaguar.”

“Really!” The young man wasn’t convinced.

I looked down at the young man’s crisp suit; my eyes rested on his crotch. It bulged slightly. “There’s only one thing I want to ride in here.” I winked at him.

The young man threw us out and kept looking at us until we disappeared around a corner.

I was bored. We were all bored. Many of the others stayed with the teachers and took in a few sights; we thought about trying to find them just for something to do but walked aimlessly.

Back at the shopping area, we spotted Calvin. He was all alone. He hadn’t spotted us, but Pete waved his arms and shouted. “Oi! Cal.”

We ran over to him.

“You on your own?” Pete asked.

“Yup,” Calvin responded.

He tried to put on a brave face, but it was apparent that something was wrong.

“You ok, Cal?” I asked.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You don’t look ok,” Darren said.

“Where’s your mates?” I asked.

“Gone, pissed off on their own.” He sounded angry.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Oh, we just got into a fight. It seems that the six of them think you guys are weird queers and that I am, too, just for being in the same tent. They were pretty nasty, and when I tried to defend you, they just turned on me.”

Darren put his arm across Calvin’s shoulder. “Sorry, mate. I know you were mates for some time. They’ll come round.”

“I hope so,” Calvin mumbled.

“In the meantime, you are staying with us,” Darren chirped.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind being on my own.” Calvin seemed embarrassed at the invitation.

“Definitely!” Darren grinned. “Guys that sleep together stick together.”

Calvin looked at me and blushed. He looked cute when he blushed. I loved the way his cheeks went red like a naughty schoolboy.

For the rest of the day, we stayed together as tent mates. We found our way to a small beach; it wasn’t sandy but consisted of small pebbles. Although we’d brought our speedos in my backpack, there was nowhere private to change, and the teachers had warned us to be careful as cameras covered almost the entire principality. It also seemed there was about one policeman to ten tourists. You could do nothing without being spied upon by cameras or security. So we played it safe and just stayed in our shorts.

Calvin was quiet and felt out of place with the four of us. When Darren, Pete and Andy ran into the water for a swim, I stayed behind with him. He lay on his back soaking up the sun; I sat crossed legs next to him., I occasionally glanced at him, taking in his smooth white chest and hoping to see what lay within his oversized swim shorts. They gave nothing away.

He turned to tan his back.

“Do you want me to put sunblock on your back?” I asked.

“Sure,” Calvin mumbled into his arm, where he rested his head.

I twisted around to grab the bottle from my backpack and squirted some onto my palm. I rubbed the thick liquid in my hands to warm it up and then carefully placed my hands on Calvin’s shoulders.

I was glad we weren’t wearing speedos as touching him made my dick swell, and I quickly became hard. Thankfully, my shorts hid my dick.

Calvin was small and slender; even though he was the same age as the rest of us, he was a good foot shorter and could have passed for much younger if it weren’t for his body. He had the body of a man and not a boy. His shoulders were broad, and his hips slender. He was virtually hairless, except for some wisps under his arms, and as I brought my hands down to his waist, I saw the fine hairs that crept up from his arse and onto the small of his back.

I had now covered his back with sunblock; I didn’t want to linger and frighten him. I quickly lay down on my front next to him, waiting for my hard-on to go down. He didn’t say anything to me, not even a thank you, and when I looked at him, his eyes were closed. I wondered if he was asleep.

“You know they say the worst things about you.” He wasn’t asleep.

“I can imagine.” I said, “But I don’t give a shit what they say.”

“They say you…”

“I’m well aware of what they think of me.” I butted in. “But at least I am my own man and not some uptight pussy chaser.”

I never came out at school. I don’t see why I should, but it was out in the open that I preferred guys. It was only a few guys, like Calvin’s friends, that belonged in the dark ages with their bigoted views.

“They’re just afraid of me. Of what I represent.”

“They could beat the crap out of you,” Calvin said.

“Of that, I’m sure. But that doesn’t mean they’re not afraid.”

“I wish I could be as open as you.” Calvin sighed.

“Why can’t you? I’ve seen you around; you’re not as uptight as they are and are open to people. You listen. I never could understand why you were mates with those arseholes.”

“I suppose it just worked out that way. They were the first boys I met when I started school six years ago.”

“Not a very good basis for a friendship.”

Calvin and I jumped as cold drops of water came splashing down on our backs, and then Darren and Andy crashed onto the sand next to us, out of breath. Pete followed.

“What have you guys been up to?” Darren teased.

“Nothing. Just soaking up the sun.” I said. Calvin stayed quiet.

“I’m bored!” Andy raised his voice.

It was still two hours before we had to meet at the coach, and we had nothing to do. It was possibly the longest two hours of my life. None of us wanted to visit the museums or parks. We wanted to get back into our Speedos and have some fun. But Monoco seemed to suck the fun out of us. We felt repressed and judged because we were young and didn’t have any money to pay for the lavish lifestyle of the regular visitors. We sat on the shingle beach chatting shit.

Back on the coach, I sat with Calvin. Darren didn’t mind. We weren’t joined at the hip. Calvin was still quiet. He didn’t say much at the beach; he just listened and laughed when we all did.

“It was great spending the day with you,” I told Calvin. “Get some new blood in our group, or new spunk.” I nudged him with my elbow and smiled at him.

Calvin turned his head and looked out of the window, “But I’m still the fifth wheel. Everyone knows that groups work best in even numbers. Look,” He pointed at Darren, sitting on his own behind Andy and Pete, “Daz is alone.”

“No, he isn’t. He’s with Pete and Andy.” I looked at Darren as he poked his head between the seats in front of him. I watched as the three of them laughed.

Beside me, Calvin yawned and leaned back into his seat. His eyes were closed. I let him rest. I would have had more fun with Darren, but I sensed that Calvin needed a friend. His old mates had cast him out, and I offered him the reassurance that he could have new friends.

Calvin fell asleep; his body slipped, and his head rested on my shoulder. I left him leaning against me. I was grateful that no one noticed; I didn’t want this sensitive soul to be teased further.

 

I was so grateful when we got back to the camp. At least now we could do something. The five of us went to the camp rec room and set up the table tennis table. None of us were any good and hadn’t played in years, but we started a little league and battled each other while the three that didn’t play cheered us on.

Darren felt confident and declared that the winner would get a blow job from each loser.

“Don’t be a wanker.” I told him. “Winner just gets to gloat over the rest of us.”

“Good enough for me.” Darren started to wave his bat around, hitting imaginary balls. “You’re all gonna lose.”

Despite Darren’s confidence, and we all thought he would win, Calvin proved to be a little hustler and beat all four of us. I was the first he beat, and Darren was the last. It was a close match, and as I cheered on Calvin, I got dirty looks from Darren.

I was the first to congratulate Calvin. “I bet you wish you played for blow jobs now,” I whispered in his ear and made him blush.

Darren, along with Pete and Andy, behaved like a good sport but quickly disappeared. I suspect Darren’s pride was hurt, and wanted to lick his wounds.

“Come on, Cal. Let’s get outa here.” I started to walk outside and headed for the lake. Calvin followed. He quickly came up beside me, and we walked together. He thought we were going back to the lake, but I took a little dirt track that led around the lake. I didn’t want to share Calvin at the moment, and I didn’t want to meet his old friends, who I was sure would be messing around on the lake.

“Where’re we going?” He asked, and I told him I fancied a walk and not hanging out with the other guys.

I didn’t know where the track led but was pleasantly surprised when we approached a wood. A wooden fence surrounded it, and in our path was a gate. We bolted over a gate and were soon surrounded by trees. I headed off the beaten track and deeper inside. Now, I felt safe enough.

“Time to give you your prize.” I turned to Calvin and rested my hand on his crotch.

He looked nervous, but I felt movement under my hand in his shorts.

“You don’t have to.” He told me.

“I know.”

I squeezed his crotch and pushed him back so he could lean against a tree. Without letting him go, I breached the space between us, dipped my head and placed my lips on his. He didn’t recoil or push me away, so I prised his mouth open and explored him with my tongue. Soon, our tongues were duelling, rolling around each other, our saliva mixing and dribbling down our chins. My hand was still on his crotch, but his dick grew hard and pushed out into my palm. For only a second, I let him go so that I could delve beneath the waistband of his shorts and feel his flesh. His dick was warm and felt sticky to the touch from the day’s sweat. I rubbed my hand along his length and pressed the tip with my thumbs. It was wet.

Pulling my face away from Calvin, we both gasped for air. His mouth and lips were very red, flushed with blood. His cheeks and chin glistened from the afternoon sun which shone through the treetops.

Releasing his cock my hand went under his tee shirt and rubbed his firm body. His skin was tight, his muscles underneath firm. I felt his nipples and played with a while as I went back to kissing him. Or I should say we kissed.

My hand made its way back to his cock, and I broke our kiss.

“This is why I don’t mind losing.” I lowered myself and crouched down in front of his shorts, my hand was still inside, holding on firmly to his cock, but my arm now lowered the front of his shorts so I could finally see what my hand had been enjoying.

Calvin had a beautifully smooth and thick cock. There were no trace of veins, and his long foreskin kept his knob covered even though he was hard. I used my other hand to fumble with his shorts and get them past his knees.

I didn’t want to let go of his cock.

With his shorts now down and my hand slowly wanking him, my other hand lifted his tee shirt, which covered the base of his cock. As I lifted it higher, the most lush and thick set of black pubes emerged. My hand went straight to them, running my fingers through the coarse hairs, some getting caught in my nails. I was amazed to see such a full bush for someone with very little hair on his body and just a few wisps under his arms. Like a moth to a flame, I leant forward and started to lick and suck his pubes. I loved the feel of them in my mouth and on my nose as I moistened them with my spit.

But enough. I wanted his cock now.

I released it from my grip and pulled my face from his pubes. It looked at me, enticing me. I wrapped my lips around his knob and gripped it firmly. I pulled down his foreskin and allowed my tongue to play with his sensitive head. Above me, Calvin squirmed and groaned as my tongue licked the stale sweat from his cock and swallowed it.

I pushed my head down, swallowing his cock; my tongue rubbed against the underside of his shaft, and I felt Calvin pull his hips back, trying to pull his cock away from me. I held him tight and went down the rest of the way. My nose was now deep in his bush, inhaling his sweat. His cock rubbed the back of my throat. I made a sound to vibrate the tip of his cock. Calvin exhaled sharply. “Oh shit!”

Pulling back, I teased his shaft again and gave his knob a rest, as I didn’t want him to cum too soon. I didn’t go down as far as I took him back in. His pubic hair was millimetres from my nose, and I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and his face tilted to the sky. His mouth hung open as he sucked in deep breaths.

My hands slid down from his hips and back towards his arse. His buttocks kept flexing as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. With each flex, my fingers got closer to his crack and then deep inside his crack. His buttocks were muscular and gripped hard.

I needed a distraction to get my finger closer.

With my lips and tongue, I went into a full-on assault of his knob, no ridge left untouched. It began to drive Calvin crazy, and I knew he would soon explode. But the distraction worked, and I got my finger to his hole. With a big push, I swallowed his cock and pushed my finger inside him. It immediately found his prostate.

“Argh!” Calvin groaned.

It was too much for Calvin. With his cock lodged in my throat, he came. And he came. I had not expected it and nearly choked but pulled away slightly so it would pool around and under my tongue. His arse clamped down on my finger as his cock continued to spew cum.

As his cock calmed, I withdrew my finger and pulled back so his cock fell from my lips.

I swallowed. He tasted sweet.

 

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