A Summer of Discovery
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 7: Finding the Nude Beach

“Get up, you lot!” Mr Fisher shouted through the canvas of our tent. “You need to get breakfast sorted.” He didn’t sound happy that we were still fast asleep.

He ventured inside when he didn’t hear any movement. “You need to get up. It’s your turn to feed everyone.” He unzipped the inner compartment. “Oh, fuck!” Mr Fisher swore, an unusual occurrence, when he saw Darren and me lying naked on top of our sleeping bags. What made it worse was that I had an erection. Morning wood was something I was cursed with if I didn’t give my cock enough attention the day before.

“Cover yourselves up!” Mr Fisher yelled at us, and we finally woke up. “Get up, get dressed and meet me outside. We need to get breakfast ready.”

I groaned as I rubbed my eyes, then my cock. He took my noises as acknowledgement. I nudged Darren in the ribs. “Wake up, we have jobs to do.”

Darren squirmed. He was still tired.

“I think we gave Fisher a thrill. He poked his head in and got a good look at us. I was as hard as a rock.” I giggled. “I’d better get the others up.”

I crawled out of our compartment, flashing Darren my arse. He slapped it, telling me to stop teasing him. I went in to wake up Pete and Andy. Pete was groaning. They were both naked and lying on their sleeping bags like Darren and me. I gave each of them a light punch in the balls. It had the desired effect, and they both shot up, glaring at me.

“What the fuck was that for?” Andy complained.

“We all need to get up. Fisher is waiting for us.” I left them to get up and went into Calvin’s compartment. He was inside his sleeping bag but was awake. He smiled, and I saw the rustle under the sleeping bag as his hand covered his balls to protect them.

“Don’t even think about it.” Calvin grinned and unzipped his sleeping bag.

I watched as he emerged from his snug cocoon. I hoped he would be naked and I would get a glimpse of his cute cock and lush pubes. But he wore a tight pair of white briefs. I felt my cock throb as I saw the bulge. It worked me up more than seeing the goods.

We all pulled on our light blue Speedos, except Calvin, who was still reluctant to wear them. As I emerged from our tent, I heard Mr Fisher let out a disapproving grunt.

“Got to the camp shop and get four bottles of fresh milk. Just mention the name of the College, and they’ll put it on my account.”

“Yes, Sir!” I stood to attention like a soldier. I didn’t pretend to salute. I had no idea how to do it properly.

Calvin emerged from our tent in his swim shorts and a tee shirt.

“At least one of you knows how to dress appropriately.” Mr Fisher looked at Calvin.

“Come on, Cal.” I called to him, “You can help me get the milk.”

We walked away. I wrapped my arm around Calvin’s shoulder. “Please tell me you have your Speedos under those baggy shorts.”

Calvin looked at the grass under his feet as we walked. He didn’t answer.

“Show me.” I smiled.

We stopped, but Calvin didn’t make any indication that he would allow me to peel inside. I reached out and pulled out the waistband of his shorts. I didn’t pull them down to expose him. I merely pulled out the elastic so I could look inside. I saw his soft cock curled up in the inner lining and his beautiful thick pubes. I couldn’t help smiling as I thought of that pure white tube of flesh between my lips.

I released the elastic, and it slapped back against his soft belly. We started walking again to get the milk.

Back at camp, Darren, Pete and Andy set the tables and heated the large metal water heater on top of a small camp stove. The water never reached boiling point, so tea or coffee didn’t taste the same. Or it may have been the French water. But I suspected it was the old tin can we heated the water in; the insides were furred up with limescale.

The girls enjoyed looking at boys in Speedos. The guys were less than enthusiastic and tried their best to ignore the bulges we displayed. Except for Calvin’s old friends, of course, they tried to tease us, but Mr Fisher quickly stopped it.

Mr Fisher was getting worn down by people complaining about going on his cultural excursions. He relented and agreed to drop us off at the beach again.

Calvin’s old friends had joined in a beach volleyball game yesterday and wanted to go back so they could play again. Our tent just wanted to go back to sunbathe and swim. We were happiest when we were doing very little.

After clearing up and washing up after breakfast, I took Calvin into our tent. I stood in front of him as I told him to take off his shorts and put on his Speedos. He didn’t flinch as he exposed himself to me.

“Look, Ben.” Calvin began, “I don’t mind wearing them at the beach. I quite enjoy it when we all wear them. I’m just not sure about wearing them at camp.”

“Give it a couple of days, and you’ll be making everyone drool over that sweet bulge of yours.” I closed the gap between us and cupped his bulge. “But I get first dibs.” I grinned and gave him a chaste peck on the lips.

 

The coach dropped a group of us off at the beach again. We split up because I didn’t want to be near Calvin’s old friends. Neither did Calvin.

We stripped off our shorts and tee shirts, and they dashed into the water. I was left stuffing their discarded clothes into my backpack. Even Calvin left me. It seemed he was getting more comfortable in his Speedos and with my mates. I saw Darren grab Calvin and throw him into the air before dunking his head underwater. Calvin emerged laughing and shaking the water from his hair and face. He lunged for Darren. I felt happy for Calvin. He was now part of our friendship group.

I left my back on the sand and ran into the water to play and wrestle with my friends. They were getting tired and ran out of the water. They collapsed on their back on the sand where I left my bag. Darren looked at me.

“Seems you missed the fun.” He said.

I stood knee-deep in the sea, looking at the guys as they breathed heavily from their exertions.

Darren looked around. The beach was beginning to get crowded. “Let’s go further up. It’ll be less crowded.” He suggested.

We all followed. I batted the sand from Calvin’s back and let my hand go further down than required to feel his firm, round buttocks covered by his Speedo.

I knew where Darren wanted to go, but I think the others had forgotten. After walking about half an hour, we rounded a small rocky outcrop and were confronted by a sign.

It read:

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

“No fucking way!” screamed Andy.

“Don’t be such a baby. We’ve all seen it before, and it’s about time we saw it again.” Darren teased.

“I know you’re not shy,” I said to Andy, then winked at Pete. He caught on and gave me a huge smile.

“Yeah, but that’s not in public. It’s just between us guys. This will be in front of everybody. Everyone will be able to see my cock.”

“They’re not going to be interested in what you’ve got.” Pete grinned, “If you stay with me, they’ll ignore you and just stare at what’s hanging between my legs.” He grabbed his crotch and thrust it at Andy.

“Oh great. Stay with you and your monster cock so that mine looks tiny.”

I laughed. “Then stay with me, and I’ll make you look huge.”

Darren didn’t wait for everyone to agree to enter the nudist beach; he just pulled off his speedos and threw them at me. “Here, look after these.”

Catching his trunks, I stared at his cock. Darren’s Speedos felt warm, and I resisted the temptation to bring them up to my face and inhale deeply.

I followed Darren’s lead, removed my swim briefs, and stood beside him. “Well, me makes two. What about the rest of you?”

Pete didn’t even wait for me to finish before his dick was free and swinging like a pendulum between his legs.

“That leaves just Andy and Calvin,” Darren stated.

“Come on, Calvin, you’re one of us now.” I looked at him. “In for a penny, eh, mate? This time last week, you wouldn’t even wear those.” I pointed to his swim briefs.

Calvin looked at Andy, who just stared back at him. I sensed that both felt nervous. If Calvin decided to join us, Andy would be the only one left in his Speedos.

“Let’s do it,” Calvin grinned at Andy. “It’ll be just us and a load of strangers, nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“No, don’t. Just let them go ahead.” Andy pleaded. “We can stay this side.”

“No chance.” Calvin beamed. “I may never get the chance again.” He slipped down his speedos and threw them at me.

“Good on ya, mate,” I said and hugged him as he came to join us.

Being shorter than me, I felt my dick against his pubes as our bodies touched. They tickled me, and I felt my dick twitch. I’m sure Calvin felt it as he hugged me a little tighter.

As we separated, Calvin turned to Andy. “Come on then. Only you left.”

Looking down at Andy’s bulge, I could see his reluctance. It was growing.

“I can’t.” He pleaded.

“Look, it’s going to happen to all of us, so just let it happen and let it go away.” I realised erections were going to happen to all of us the first time we went to a nudist beach. “The more you worry, the more you’ll concentrate on it, and it will never go away.”

“Oh, fuck!” Darren suddenly realised what I was talking about. “Yeah, mate. Don’t sweat it.”

“I know how you can get rid of it.” Pete teased.

“Look, guys. I’ll do it. But just wait for this to go away first.”

“Just give it some fresh air and get it over with. Then you can stop thinking about it.” I told him.

“Ok, but if any of you take the piss I’m fucking off.” Andy glared at each of us, and we all nodded our agreement.

It was excruciating to watch as he slowly peeled down his speedos. His dark pubes showed first and then the base of his cock. It looked thick, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips this time. My dick felt it, too, and it started to rise.

Andy pulled the fabric away from his crotch; he exposed more of his shaft until it could take the strain no more, and his knob popped out. His cock pointed directly at my face, teasing me. My dick lurched again and got even firmer. Andy bent over to take his speedos off. His cock disappeared, shielded by his body.

“Oh, Christ.” I exhaled and could stop myself from grabbing my dick and pulling on it. I sighed. “Oh fuck.”

Andy looked at me.

“That was so fucking hot,” I told him. “You can strip for me anytime.”

“Shit, you guys. If you don’t control yourselves, I’ll throw a boner.” Darren said.

“There’s only one way I can get rid of this,” I said and started to slowly wank my dick. “Unless one of you guys wants to give me a hand.” I knew no one would volunteer, not in public, and I wanted to feel Calvin’s touch on my dick.

“Ok, Andy. Let’s get this over with.” I stood next to him so that we were facing the others.

I let go of my dick and reached over to grab Andy’s. He said nothing and let me slowly stroke it. I had hoped that he would reach over for mine, but he waited too long, so I used my left hand to stroke it slowly.

The three guys opposite just watched as I expertly handled two cocks. Andy was moaning and spread his legs wide to keep his balance as he looked at the sky. I quickened my pace on his cock while my left hand leisurely stroked mine. My left hand wasn’t as dextrous as my right.

My right hand started to feel moist and sticky. When I looked down, I could see Andy leaking, his red knob gleaming under the bright sunlight. I slowed my pace and pulled his foreskin right back. With my fingers, I stroked his crown and the underside of his knob. Andy choked on his breath. I felt his hips buck and held on tight as his dick twitched and a long string of pre-cum oozed from his slit. I caught it in my fingers and spread it over his cock. It was very sticky, and I had to prise my fingers from his shaft.

Andy appeared to sigh in disappointment as my fingers detached themselves from him, but I wasn’t finished. I needed to reposition my palm. Gripping his shaft again, I pumped him hard. I felt his skin get hotter beneath my hand, but I carried on, pumping his dick. Between his legs, the sand started to congeal as his pre-cum dripped steadily. I wanted to taste his pre-cum, but now wasn’t the time or place.

My arm was beginning to ache, but I needed to keep up the pace. Andy was close, I could feel it in his cock. It kept twitching, and I felt a surge as it thickened and pressed against my palm. I heard someone whisper, “Come on, Andy. You’re nearly there.” The guys were watching and enjoying the show.

Andy was now almost there. His breathing quickened, and his hips kept squirming. I tried to go faster, but the ache in my muscles grew too much, and my breathing quickened as I gasped for extra air to get enough oxygen. It worked, and the ache diminished slightly. I could now increase the speed on Andy’s cock as I headed for the home stretch.

I recognised the signs as Andy’s cock swelled, and I felt it pulsate. I slowed my strokes and gripped hard as his dick shot a long rope of cum out of his dick and towards Darren.

“Fuck.” He cried as he jumped back to stop it hitting him, but he wasn’t quick enough; the rope of cum splashed near his navel and travelled down over his pubes and down the length of his cock.

The second shot wasn’t as intense and fell harmlessly to the sand. Then Andy’s cock just oozed cum which spread around my fingers as I slowly massaged his throbbing cock.

I continued to massage his cock until it began to wilt. With my cum stained right hand, I replaced my left hand on my dick. I smeared his warm cum over my length, and in a few short strokes, I came.

I pointed my dick in Darren’s direction, but my cum didn’t have the pace, and I missed him. My attempt wasn’t lost on Darren.

“Very fucking funny!”

I thought so. I chuckled.

“Just for that, you can lick me clean!”

He knew I would. I knew I would. So I crouched down and sucked his soft cock into my mouth. I sucked Andy’s cum off his cock and let it fall free. I wasn’t going to blow him. Then I sucked the cum out of his pubes and licked my way to his navel. With the cum cleaned off him, I stabbed his navel with my tongue.

As my tongue stabbed him, the unexpected touch made him flinch and jump back.

I chuckled, but Darren just glared at me. I got to my feet and congratulated Andy on how his cum tasted. Sweet and not very salty. “A tasty sauce to add to any meal,” I added.

I checked out the other guys and was surprised our little show hadn’t affected them. They may have been slightly excited, but they were nowhere near hard. I congratulated their control, for I knew that if I had watched, I would have been hard in seconds and blowing my load with the other guys.

Looking down at my dick, it was slick with cum, so was Andy’s. I headed into the sea to clean up, and Andy followed.

With all five of us now soft, it was safe to carry on, and as we rounded another outcrop. We saw the beach was strewn with naked bodies, some sunbathing, some playing Frisbee, some walking along the shoreline and some in the sea.

As we moved amongst the bodies, they would look up at us. Some would smile and say, “Bonjour.” Others would smile and nod. They seemed very friendly, unlike those on the clothed beach, where everyone ignored each other more or less. Also, as far as I could tell, no one was at all interested in checking out our cocks. Although I certainly looked at theirs.

We found a nice spot to lie down and take in the sun.

“You know,” Andy started, “this isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Well, you guys know me well enough to know I could be like this all day,” Darren said. He was never shy and wouldn’t think twice about stripping in front of anyone for any reason.

“I think we should preserve this historic moment for posterity,” I said, retrieving my digital camera from my bag.

I stood up and quickly took a picture of the four guys lying on their backs in the sand.

“Hey! What about you?” Pete asked.

Looking around, I saw a middle-aged couple near us. I approached the man and asked if he would take our picture, all five of us. I added that we all agreed, and no one was behind us. I knew you weren’t supposed to photograph indiscriminately on a nude beach.

The man got to his feet and took my camera. I tried not to look, but you can’t stop a habit of a lifetime, but I can’t say I was impressed by his tiny cock partially covered by his pot belly.

“Come on, guys, stand up!” We all stood in a line, our arms around each other, clutching our neighbour’s waist. I positioned myself to be on the end and next to Calvin. I wrapped my arms around him and smiled at the camera.

The flash went several times before the man returned the camera.

“Merci.” I thanked him and put the camera back in my bag.

As the others lay soaking up the sun, I watched those around me, fascinated by the variety of people who were naturists.

There was a fair share of middle-aged couples, the husband and wife, who let themselves go and were starting to spread around the middle. Some were pretty overweight, but none were self-conscious about their bodies. Even elderly people with their sagging skin and wrinkles were there. I knew it would happen to me sometimes, but not for fifty years or more, I hoped.

Young couples walked hand in hand along the sand like they were walking down the street, sometimes they would stop and kiss, and I would watch the guys cock when they did this. Not a flicker.

I was amazed at the families, though. Mum and Dad would be naked along with their children, girls and boys alike. There were boys of all ages, some not having gone through puberty and some in the middle. Their dicks went from tiny hairless things to slightly larger, with two tufts of hair sprouting on either side. As they grew older, these two tufts would grow and meet in the middle, their cocks becoming big and their ball hanging low. These boys would happily play in the sand or play ball with their naked parents and their naked brothers and sisters. All I know is that when I was their age, I would not have been comfortable stripping naked in front of my parents, showing them my dick as I went through puberty. Even seeing them naked was something I avoided at all costs. And I would have died if I had to be naked in front of my older sister. I was different when I was younger, my hormones hadn’t kicked in fully, and I was not the cock hungry exhibitionist I am now. These days, I don’t care who sees me naked. I want them to see me naked as I’m proud of my body and that fantastic organ between my legs, which gives me and others great pleasure.

Throughout the day, I never saw one hard-on. And I was never in any danger of getting one. The whole day felt different from when we were on the clothed beach. It was friendlier and more relaxed, and the one thing that surprised me most of all was that despite everyone being naked, it was non-sexual, and I never found myself thinking about it. With Darren, Pete and Andy next to me and naked, all of whom I had been sexual with, I imagined that I’d be looking at them and longing to suck them or get fucked by them, or even fuck them. But I didn’t.

I think I was turning into a naturist.

 

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