A Summer of Discovery
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 14: Fucked Into Adulthood

Mr Fisher watched us closely after we were called back for dinner. No one was allowed to leave camp, and he instructed us to pack what we could and shower so we could have an early start in the morning.

We stayed in our Speedos all evening, and while I wore them, I felt like I was still on holiday. When I had to wear clothes again tomorrow morning, I knew it would all be over. We packed our cases and left our travel clothes and wash bags out. We even took down the inner lining, which divided the tent into separate sections. Tonight, the five of us would be sleeping together.

I sat in a chair outside our tent, chatting with Darren and Calvin. Pete and Andy had gone to shower. I watched Charlie disappear into his tent and come out with his wash bag and towel.

“Time to shower again.” I slapped my bare legs, grabbed my towel and wash bag.

Darren sighed as he saw my eyes follow Charlie as he walked out of our encampment. He knew what I had in mind.

I stalked Charlie to the ablution hut. I had an itch to scratch, and this would be the last time I could get Charlie to scratch it.

Charlie knew I was following him because he wiggled his arse.

As I entered the ablution hut, I saw Charlie removing his clothes. Pete opened the door to his shower cubicle, and I observed that his cock looked thicker than usual. When Andy emerged behind him, I knew why.

“I’ll take your cubicle.” I smiled at Pete and gave his cock a squeeze. A drop of cum seeped out and covered my fingers.

“Hands off, Ben.” Andy interrupted me as I fondled Pete, “He’s mine. Get in the shower and be careful not to slip on our cum.” Andy laughed. “Pity you only have your sticky hand to get you off.”

It was my turn to laugh.

Charlie came over. I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him, thrusting my tongue down his throat. I broke off and slapped his naked arse. “Get in there.”

Charlie went into the shower cubicle, and I grinned at Andy.

“No fucking way!” Andy mouthed the words silently.

“Yes fucking way,” I whispered and winked at him.

I slipped into the shower cubicle and shut the door. Charlie and I now had privacy.

Charlie’s cock was hard, and I immediately fell to my knees and sucked it into my mouth. He turned on the water to hide the sounds I was making, but it was my last night at the campsite, and I didn’t care who heard me. It was my last chance to feel Charlie’s cock in my mouth and my arse, and I wanted to make the most of it.

I grabbed his arse cheeks as I deep-throated his fat cock. I pulled them apart and felt for his hole. I stabbed it with my fingers and felt his cock throb. I tasted his salty precum. His arse sucked in my finger, and I searched for his prostate. It only took a few strokes before my mouth was filled with his cum. Charlie groaned as he shot his load. I held it in my mouth and let his spongy cock slip from my swollen lips. I stood up, and our faces were mashed together as we kissed, swapping his cum between us, both of us gulping down the mixture of cum and saliva.

Charlie turned around and thrust his arse at me, bracing himself against the wall. He was telling me to fuck him. This wasn’t exactly what I was here for, but if by fucking him it gave his cock time to recover to repay the favour, I was going to fuck him.

I wasn’t gentle. I didn’t think he wanted me to be. I grabbed my hard cock, aimed it at his winking hole and stabbed him. My cock penetrated him and didn’t stop until my pubes were tickling his arse.

Charlie groaned loudly as my cock filled him. He was tight, but not virgin tight. He’d been fucked before, but he didn’t get fucked often, and mine was the first cock he’d taken for some time. His arse ate my cock like a hungry hippo and didn’t want me to pull out. Each time I pulled back, his arse followed, trying to suck me back him. I grabbed his hips to hold him still and started pounding. Our grunting reverberated around the ablution hut; not even the sound of the shower masked our fucking.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see movement. Two faces appeared over the top of the partition with the adjacent cubicle. I looked up and saw Pete and Andy grinning as they watched me fuck Charlie. I didn’t care. I liked having an audience. But Pete blushed when I noticed him; he was embarrassed getting caught watching the live fuck show. He quickly disappeared, and Andy soon vanished as Pete pulled him down.

My balls started to churn, which made me fuck him harder. We were like two rutting animals. There was no tenderness, just animalistic lust. I didn’t care where Charlie wanted me to cum; I was cumming in his arse and giving him something to remember me by. The thought took me over the edge, and I exploded inside him. I kept thrusting as my cock kept cumming.

I gasped, and with a final spasm, I thrust as deep inside Charlie as I could, and I stayed there. I felt Charlie squeeze my cock, milking me. I reached around, feeling for his cock. I smiled when my hands felt how hard it was.

“This is what I want.” I stroked his cock, “I hope you’re not too tired.” I whispered in Charlie’s ear.

He laughed and straightened himself, letting my wilting cock slip from his arse, and my hand slide off his cock. He turned to face me and unceremoniously turned me around and pushed me against the cubicle door. I held my arms out, thrusting my arse at Charlie and grunted as he impaled me.

The feel of his cock inside me made my balls retract, and my semi-soft cock flinched and spewed out some drops of cum.

Charlie fucked me hard and fast. I was loving it. I knew it would be my last time with Charlie, and I wanted to remember him filling my arse, his thick cock forcing my hole wider than was comfortable. My hole had been stretched by teen cocks, but Charlie had a man’s cock, and he was preparing me for the years to come. The years of men fucking me. He wasn’t as thick as Pete, but Pete preferred getting fucked, and after this trip, we may not see much of each other, and if we would, he probably wouldn’t fuck me.

I couldn’t explain it, but I had a deep sense that my life would change after this trip. I would go to university, make new friends, and see my old friends less often. I may be eighteen, but I felt like Charlie was fucking me into adulthood.

My cock flailed as my balls ached, and I came over the cubicle door. Charlie kept fucking me, and as I looked down, I watched my cock dribble cum as he thrust into me. He was also close. I could tell from his panting and more deliberate thrusts. He was soon spraying his load into my arse.

Charlie collapsed on my back, and I could hear his panting and feel his breath in my ear. He felt heavy. I turned and pushed him off me and began to clean myself up. Charlie’s cock stayed hard as he watched me wash my body. I felt like he was creating an indelible image of me in his mind. It felt good to be watched and admired. But he didn’t know me. It was my body he was admiring and not my mind. There was more to me than wanting to get fucked.

I rinsed my body and stepped out of the shower. Charlie replaced me as I dried myself. I slipped on my light blue Speedos and adjusted my bulge so I felt comfortable. I smiled at Charlie and threw my towel over my shoulder. Without a word, I left him alone.

As I walked out of the humid ablution hut, I felt the warm, dry air of the summer sun. I stood in the doorway and took a deep breath, feeling the heat enter my body. I didn’t want to go back to the camp. I felt I needed space from the others on my last night. I walked to the campsite shop with the large ‘Alimentation’ sign. I didn’t want anything; I was wasting time.

Yves smiled at me as I walked through the door.

“Salut, Ben!” I was surprised he remembered my name; he had to see hundreds of people daily.

“Hiya.” I didn’t even try to respond in French.

“Arh, Ben. Have you not learned any French in the two weeks you’ve been here?” Yves smiled.

“Bonjour, Yves,” I said as I approached the counter that separated us in my English accent.

“Your French may be terrible, but I’m sure your tongue has other talents. What can I get you?” He asked.

“Nothing, really. I’m just wasting time until I have to go back. I’m going to miss this place.”

Yves saw the sadness on my face. “You can always come back next year.”

I nodded, “Perhaps. I loved the nude beach. I don’t think I’d go to any back home; it’ll be far too cold.”

“Yes, Cockaigne-sur-Mer is very special. It’s not just a nude beach. It’s a very liberated place.”

Yves told me more about Cockaigne-sur-Mer, and I stood almost open-mouthed, thinking that such a place could exist. It was a separate town with its own rules and laws. Nudity wasn’t a problem, and most people were nude in the summer as the weather was so warm. With nudity came sex. Sexual intercourse wasn’t demonised and could take place at any time, anywhere, even in public, as long as it was consensual. Yves told me of a time he was visiting his friend and watched as his friend gave his boyfriend a blowjob in the local park.

I adjusted my inflating cock in my Speedos as Yves told me about the sex he’d witnessed, both gay and straight. He also told me about when he let his friend fuck him in front of a crowd.

“I see that place excites you.” Yves teased and looked at the obscene bulge in my Speedos.

What he said next made my jaw drop.

“There is a similar place in England. We call it ‘La Ville Mère’, the Mother-Town.” Yves looked at me and laughed. “You didn’t know?”

“No fucking way. What’s it called?”

“Cockaigne, bien entendu.”

“Cockaigne-been-intend…” I stuttered.

Yves laughed again. “Non. Just ‘Cockaigne’”.

“I had no idea.”

“They don’t like to advertise as it draws in the perverts and voyeurs. It grows through word-of-mouth, and potential residents are rigorously vetted. It’s the same for all the Cockaignes, all over the world.”

“There’s more!” I was shocked. “How many?”

“Je ne said pas. Peut-être une douzaine.”

Yves came from around the counter and walked over to the small wooden stand containing tourist pamphlets. He handed over the pamphlet for Cockaigne-sur-Mer.

“Check out the main website.” He pointed to some tiny text on the back. “It will tell you about all the Cockaignes around the world. It will also tell you about the one in England. I’m particularly interested in the one in the Amazon rainforest. Apparently, residents and visitors live like native tribes in the area. That is truly a place where you get back to nature.”

I took the pamphlet, folded it and tucked it into my Speedos. “Merci, Yves. I will be checking it out as soon as I get home.”

Yves approached me. He stood intimately close. I could feel his breath on my face. Then I felt his hand cup the bulge in my swim briefs.

“I will be studying there in the autumn. My University course has a year’s placement in one of our twin towns. I chose Angleterre.” He gave my bulge another squeeze, “Peut-être we could meet.”

Yves released my bulge and pulled the leaflet from the waistband of my Speedos. He went back around the counter and wrote something.

I looked at his writing as he passed the leaflet back to me. It was his email address and mobile number. My cock lurched at the thought of meeting up. It didn’t go unnoticed.

Any further flirting was disrupted as the door flew open and the bell clanged. I turned to see Calvin looking for me. I was disappointed that he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. I preferred him in just his Speedos.

“There you are. Fisher had me looking everywhere. This was the last place I looked.” He gasped as he’d been rushing around the campsite.

“Of course, this is the last place you looked as I’m here. You wouldn’t go looking  elsewhere now you know I’m here.” I chuckled at my lame joke but was disappointed that my time with Yves was interrupted.

“Don’t be a smart arse!” Calvin huffed. “Fisher wants you back in camp.”

I looked at the clock on the wall of the shop; it was barely past eight o’clock. “We’re not fucking kids!” I turned to Yves, “Sorry, I’ve got to go, but I will definitely be in touch.”

“Super!” Yves grinned.

Calvin opened the door and held it open for me to leave. I waited a moment, thinking.

I turned back to Yves. “You don’t have a black marker pen by any chance?” I asked.

Yves shrugged, “Oui.” He pointed to the back of the shop. “La bas.”

I sidled over, ignoring Calvin, still holding the door open. I could hear him sigh. I found what I was looking for: a permanent marker. I took the top off and inhaled. Ever since I was a young kid, I have loved the smell.

When I replaced the cap, I went back to Yves and placed the pen on the counter. It was only then I realised that I was only wearing my Speedos and had no cash or cards. Without taking my eyes off Yves, I asked Calvin, “Have you got any money in those hideous shorts of yours?”

“No.” Calvin huffed, “And they’re not hideous.”

“Take it. ” Yves smiled, “un cadeau pour toi.”

“Merci. But I should give you something.” I flirted.

Yves came from behind the counter, “un bisou, peut-être.”

I frowned. His French was now beyond my limited vocabulary. He chuckled.

“A kiss.” Yves approached me and placed his lips on mine. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue invade me. At the same time, I felt his hand cup the bulge in my Speedo. I started to grow hard. His tongue kept playing with mine. He was a great kisser.

I sighed into his mouth when he took his hand from my bulge. But the sigh turned into a smile as his fingers slipped under the waistband of my Speedos, and his hand was now holding my half-hard cock. He gave it a few strokes before he tore himself away from me.

We both looked down at the obscene bulge in my light blue Speedos and laughed.

“Fucking hell!” Calvin sounded exasperated.

Yves grabbed the pen and knelt in front of me. “Let me be the first and claim what I want the next time I see you.” Yves signed his name on my Speedo, just above the base of my cock. He pecked me on the lips when he got back to his feet and gave me the pen.

“Can we get a move on before Fisher sends out another search party!” Calvin sounded worried; he didn’t want to get into trouble.

“Okay, Mate. I’m coming.” I winked at Yves. “See you soon, I hope.” I smiled.

“A bientôt” Yves said.

I turned to Calvin, “perhaps you could hold my hand to prevent me from wandering off again.”

“Stop being a twat, and let’s get back. We don’t want to make Fisher mad on our last night.”

“Au revoir, Yves,” I said a final goodbye and left, followed by Calvin.

“Fisher is pissed off that you’ve gone walkabout. He had a right go at me like we’re joined at the hip, and I should always know where you are.” Calvin stomped past me.

“Will you fucking slow down!” I called out. It may have been early evening, but it was still hot.

Calvin stopped and turned to look at me. He looked annoyed. I gave him a sly smile and wink.

 

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