A Summer of Discovery
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 10: Fun at the Park

Darren couldn’t understand why I was sitting funny when he got back to the coach yesterday. I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want him to know about Charlie and me, but I suspect Darren knew what was happening. He tried to get me to suck him off last night in our tent, but I was just too tired and almost immediately fell asleep once I was in my sleeping bag.

This morning I felt much better, and so did my arse.

Mr Fisher gathered us all around to announce what we were doing today. I was dreading another trip to some old town or museum, but I think for the first time, what he told us made everyone happy.

We were going to Aqualand. Everyone cheered.

Finally, there was something fun on our itinerary: a trip to a water park. I brought all my tent mates into a huddle, and it was decided that this outing demanded that we all wear our speedos. We didn’t need to. It wasn’t mandatory, unlike if we were going to any ordinary French swimming pool, which we had been warned about before we went on the trip. But as this was an outdoor theme park, swim shorts were allowed. But why spoil our fun? A whole day in just my speedos; my dick twitched at the prospect.

Spirits were high as we travelled there. Mr Fisher had us line up while he gave us elastic wristbands. He then showed the boys into the group changing room; a female teacher showed the girls into their changing room.

“Yo! Calvin! You’re with us today.” A voice carried over the heads of the guys. Nick wanted Calvin to spend the day with him and his friends.

“Shit!” I heard him sigh as he pulled down his shorts, pointing his smooth arse in my direction.

He fumbled for his Speedos and stepped into them. “I’m alright with these guys,” Calvin shouted back as he adjusted his genitals in his tight light blue Speedos.

I heard mumbling; they were not happy that Calvin was rejecting them, but it was very clumsy if it was an attempt at reconciliation.

“Besides,” Calvin turned to me, feeling his cock into his speedos, “I have more fun with you.”

I couldn’t resist it; I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. It quickly turned into a manly hug, so it didn’t cause him any embarrassment.

Mr Fisher emerged from a changing cubicle in a baggy pair of swim shorts. A few guys jeered as they saw his ridiculously oversized shorts and pigeon chest with a few wisps of hair around his nipples. After listening to the “Be Sensible” lecture by Mr Fisher, we were allowed out to begin our fun.

There was a mad rush for the door, but my friends and I held back and were among the last to leave.

“Are you five really going out there in those?” Mr Fisher asked, looking at the five of us in our tight, crotch-hugging light blue Speedos.

“Of course,” Darren said.

“Don’t you think we look sexy, Sir?” I teased him and thrust my crotch towards him.

Mr Fisher shook his head and left to meet with the other teachers.

“I suggest we go this way,” I said, pointing to the path on our left. “Those twats who used to be your mates went the other way,” I said to Calvin. “And I can’t enjoy myself knowing they’re around.”

The morning was very sunny, without a single cloud in the sky to shield us from its rays. We all ventured out into the park, squinting as we went to protect our eyes, having decided not to wear sunglasses or take anything with us. A refreshing breeze kept us cool, but once we were in the water, that didn’t matter. Lifeguards were everywhere and kept everyone safe. They kept to the rules for all the flumes and slides and always stopped us from going down together.

We didn’t look out of place in our Speedos. Many other guys wore them, although not the majority. I don’t think they expected Brits to wear them as the staff supervising the flumes would speak French to us. We did look like locals in our Speedos. Darren responded, his French was quite good. He was the reason I was here, after all.

After a few hours, I grew tired and went to lie down by the side on a lounger. Chairs and loungers were everywhere, allowing you to relax, soak up the sun, or watch people on the rides. I lay back, closed my eyes and let my mind wander.

We had a great morning, and after resting and catching the sun for an hour, we headed back to our lockers at lunchtime to get our money so we could get something to eat. We also took a break from the pools and looked around the shops. There wasn’t much that interested us, and none of us bought anything.

After eating some tasteless hotdogs, we hit the flumes again.

We lost track of time and only got back to the changing room at the last minute.

“This is the second time your group has been last to arrive. Everyone else is ready to go.” Mr Fisher was not happy with us for cutting it so fine.

He watched us as we rushed to change. We didn’t have time to shower as we needed to get dressed as quickly as possible. Mr Fisher didn’t look away as we peeled off our damp Speedos and tried to dry ourselves. Fisher kept looking at us disapprovingly as we put our dry clothes onto our damp bodies.

Back at the campsite, everyone dispersed while dinner was cooked. Some went to the games room, some to their tents, and others set up a makeshift badminton court. I was tired. I removed my shirt and lay outside my tent in the late afternoon sun.

“The guys are playing table football. Want to join them? I could kick your ass.” Calvin cast a shadow over me.

I opened my eyes and looked up. “No thanks, I need a break.”

“Mind if I join you?” Calvin asked.

“Sure.”

Calvin pulled his tee shirt over his head and lay next to me.

After a few minutes of silence, I asked, “So, how’s it going with your mates? You don’t have to stick with us if you want to get back with them.”

“I know. Nick’s trying to be nice to me. He won’t apologise. He never does.”

“So, are you going to make up with him?”

“I guess I already have, but I prefer hanging out with you guys. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not,” I told him. “I like hanging out with you. But it’s not just because of what happened the other day, is it? The blow-job” I made sure we weren’t overheard.

“Oh God, no. Don’t think that.” He hurried his words. “I loved it, don’t get me wrong, it was great, but that was a bonus, no, not a bonus, unexpected. I didn’t ask for it, not that I didn’t like it. It was great. You were great.” Calvin was babbling.

“Okay, okay.” I calmed him.

“No, it’s just that you are all more fun. I had fun with Nick and the others, but it is different with you guys. Thinking about it, someone was always a victim with them; no one gets hurt with you guys.” He paused. “Besides that, I like you.”

I turned to look at him, but he looked at the sky. I had a feeling there was more to his admission.

“I like you too. But you know that I’m not into relationships. Don’t you?”

“I know. It’s not that.” Calvin backtracked. “It’s just that I’ve learnt so much from you. About myself. And it’s not just because of what you did the other day. It’s being around you, I’m becoming more comfortable with myself.”

“Good, everyone should always be themselves and not some facade which school makes us all create.”

“You’re like a teacher.”

I laughed.

“No, seriously. You’ve taught me so much about myself. I’m grateful.”

I turned to him, a huge, mischievous smile on my face. “Well, get your towel and mine, and I’ll teach you another lesson.”

Calvin laughed but didn’t move.

“Don’t you dare disobey your teacher! Hop to it.” I feigned anger.

“Yes, Sir!” Calvin jumped to his feet and disappeared into our tent.

He held out my towel when he emerged, expecting me to take it. “Follow me,” I told him, walking to the ablution hut.

The ablution hut was empty except for an old man bent over a sink washing his face.

“That one.” I pointed to the shower stall furthest from the entrance.

Once safely inside, I turned on the shower and stepped out of my shorts. Calvin’s hand went straight to cup my soft dick and balls and gently rubbed them with his palm. I could feel my dick responding, and it began to harden and push against Calvin’s hand. It was getting too big for him to contain, so he softened his grip and allowed my balls to fall free. He wrapped his hand around my hard dick and started to stroke me. His touch was light and slow, a combination that made my toes curl. Closing the gap between us, he raised himself on tip-toes and kissed me.

His mouth was more forceful than his hand; his open lips surrounded mine, his tongue probing me, opening my jaw and stroking the inside of my mouth. As I groaned, I fought back against his tongue, and mine now entered his mouth. As our tongues duelled, his hand continued to stroke me, his pace quickening and his grip getting firmer.

Pulling free, he dropped to his knees. I placed my hands on his head.

“You don’t have to,” I told him. I didn’t want him to feel obliged because I had sucked his cock.

“I know. I want to.” Calvin looked up at me, smiling.

Calvin broke eye contact and sucked in my firm knob. His tongue played with it, pushed back my foreskin and tickled the tip. One hand gripped the base of my shaft, which he used to pull my foreskin down further. His other hand cradled my balls and rolled them between his fingers. Calvin went down further, and I felt my dick hit the back of his throat. He had two more inches to go, but I sensed him struggle. I pulled my hips back, and he stopped gagging.

I started to slowly fuck his face, his lips wrapped firmly over my dick and his tongue teasing my knob as I thrust in and out. I looked down and saw that Calvin’s eyes were closed, and his cheeks were blushed. His lips were wet with bubbles of his saliva and my pre-cum. He smeared the white foam along the length of my dick.

Steam from the running shower billowed around us, condensing on our bodies; Calvin grabbed my hips to stop me fucking his mouth and pulled off me. Looking up at me, he flicked the tip of my dick with his tongue and let it bounce around in front of him. As it swung down, he caught it between his lips again and took back control, sucking me, his hand back on my balls, pulling them downwards, the warm moist atmosphere causing them to hang loose.

Calvin sucked hard on my dick and pulled hard on my balls. My eyes watered with the agony and the ecstasy as I felt that he’d stretched my balls down to my knees.

No longer did I hold onto him. I couldn’t. I needed to brace myself as he made my body want to writhe. I wrenched my arms backwards to hold onto the dividing wall.

I felt my balls ache, and I knew I was close. I warned Calvin, but he kept on sucking. I was getting closer. I gasped another warning, but again, he didn’t pull off.

I tried to give a third warning but couldn’t manage it. My dick throbbed, and I no longer cared whether or not I came in his mouth.

But Calvin sensed it and pulled off just as my first pulse blasted cum over his shoulder. His hands held my dick still as it throbbed and pulsed and shot its load. As my dick calmed, his hand started to stroke me, the cum that now oozed out of my hole wrapped around his fingers for him to coat my shaft.

Without releasing my dick, Calvin stood, and we kissed.

Our mouths were locked together, his hands now still on my dick.

As we kissed, my dick softened, and Calvin prised his hand from the soft, sticky mess between my legs.

Calvin still wore his shorts, but I could see he was hard. I pulled them down, grabbed his stiff cock and pulled him under the shower.

“You’ve done that before,” I stated.

“Nope. You’re the first.” Calvin told me. “But I’m a quick learner, and the net is a great place to see it in action.”

Pulling him close to me, I hugged him, my hands grabbing his buttocks. “But if you want to make it even better. Play with this while you have a dick in your mouth.” My fingers brushed his arsehole, and I felt his cock twitch between us.

I reached out to find the shower gel and washed his body. His cock stayed hard, and I stroked it with a hand full of gel.

Crouching down, I grabbed his hips and turned him around. My face stared at his smooth buttocks, and began washing them. My hands pulled them apart, and I soaped up his hole. He was now very clean.

I watched as the water cascaded down his body and rinsed the suds from his arse. As I spread his cheeks again, the water flowed down his crack and over his hole. The soap was now gone, and his crimson hole stared at me.

Calvin stood still, looking at the wall. He didn’t expect me to touch him again. First, I used my fingers to stroke his hole, and I watched it twitch and relax. Then I licked his hole. My face was buried deep between his cheeks as my tongue licked his hole. The water flowed down his body and over my face. I tried to breathe, the water making it difficult, but I managed to take the occasional breath to keep playing with Calvin.

My tongue stabbed at his hole now, and I felt his body bend forward. My hand reached around, and I grabbed his cock.

As my tongue pounded his hole, my hand stroked his cock. It made his hole relax further, and my tongue went in deeper. I stopped stabbing at his hole and started to thrust my tongue in deep. I felt a lot of resistance, but my tongue slid past.

Above me, I could hear Calvin gasp. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

I forced my tongue in deeper, flicking it as it went.

Calvin’s gasps changed. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh shit, Oh shit!”

I felt his entire body convulse like he was having an epileptic fit, and his cock exploded, shooting cum against the wall only to be rinsed down to the drain by the water.

Keeping my tongue in place and my hand on his cock I waited for him to calm down.

As his body relaxed, I let him go and stood back up.

“That was fucking brilliant.” Calvin turned round. “I had no idea your tongue could do that. I bet a girl would never do that!”

“All it takes is practice.” I smiled at him, grabbed the shower gel, and washed myself.

Calvin took the bottle from me and helped.

“So, am I the first?” I asked him as I raised my arm to scrub my armpit.

“Guy. yes.”

“What about girls?”

“None have ever played with my arse the way you do.”

“So, which way are you going?”

Calvin looked puzzled.

“Girls or boys?”

“Don’t know. I haven’t decided.” Calvin rubbed my back with gel, the suds flowing down to my crack.

“There’s no reason you couldn’t have both. I don’t subscribe to the adage that a bisexual is only kidding themselves.”

“Really. What about you?” Calvin asked me.

“There have been girls, and I’ve enjoyed it. But on the whole, I think I prefer guys. Not that the right girl couldn’t persuade me.”

“Anyone you have in mind?” Calvin asked.

“No. And certainly no girl here.”

“I don’t know, a couple aren’t that bad looking.” I pondered.

I soaped up my dick, scrubbing his cum and spit from my crotch.

“What about the boys?” Calvin asked as he lathered soap onto my buttocks.

“Well, now you’re asking. I’d say about half of them. Even Nick. He’s not bad looking. Can’t stand the cunt, but I’d certainly fuck him. Wouldn’t let him fuck me though.”

“Who would you let fuck you?” Calvin’s voice went very soft.

I turned to him and looked him in the eye. He glanced away for a moment, but when he made eye contact again, I told him. “You.”

Calvin blushed and demurely looked away. I noticed his cock lurch as I knew he was thinking about fucking me. I didn’t want to rush him, and yesterday, Charlie had satisfied me for the time being. I wanted to give my arse a rest. But I hoped Calvin would soon plunge his cock deep inside me.

“We’d better get back,” I told Calvin, “dinner will be ready soon, and we don’t want Fisher coming to look for us and find us taking a shower together.

Calvin giggled at the thought of being caught with me.

“He might get the right idea.” I smiled and had a final feel of his cock.

 

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