A Summer of Discovery
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 6: The Fifth Speedo-Boy

As we ate breakfast, we were all faced with a choice. The itinerary had us going to an art museum. Still, the teachers were beginning to realise that not all of us were interested in culture and expanding our minds and experiences. So our tent and about half of us opted to be dropped off at the beach. The others would then join us after visiting the museum for a few hours before returning to the campsite. Mr Fisher also announced that it was our tent’s turn for the cooking chores tomorrow.

Darren looked dopey as he spooned the cereal into his mouth; he was still trying to wake up. Calvin had eaten and sat waiting. We would keep looking at each other. I loved how Calvin looked at me; something in his eyes said he wanted me. Whether for his pleasure or something more, I wasn’t quite sure yet. He hadn’t joined his old friends but stayed with us. I was glad. Looking around, I couldn’t see Pete or Andy.

We weren’t in a rush as we had plenty of time to get to the beach or museum, so after breakfast, I grabbed my wash bag from the tent and went to the ablution hut to shower.

The room smelled damp and musty. I think I was one of the last to come here, although a couple of the shower stalls were occupied.

I heard a laugh and looked at the cubicle door from which it came. Instinctively, I chose the stall next to it and locked myself in.

There was another giggle, barely audible, over the running water. I looked above and saw the steam billowing from the gap between the wall and the ceiling. I stripped off my shorts and tee shirt and turned on my shower.

A groan.

Curiosity got the better of me, so I stood on the small wooden bench and peered over the top of the wall into the other stall. It was a struggle because it was so high, but I managed to see over it.

I looked straight into Pete’s face.

Pete never saw me as his eyes were closed, and Andy had his lips around his cock. I never knew that Andy liked to suck cock, but I knew Pete wasn’t a stranger to having a guy’s lips service his needs. I was amazed that Andy could manage to wrap his lips around Pete’s long and thick cock. I knew Andy and Pete were fuck buddies, but I understood it to be very one-sided. Pete would suck off Andy and bend over for Andy to fill his arse. I was glad this wasn’t the whole story. But Pete had confided in me that Andy refuses to get fucked. I wondered if it was because he thought Pete’s thick cock would hurt too much or if he just didn’t like the idea.

I wanted to stay and watch but didn’t want to get caught perving on my friends. Besides, the image of Pete’s thick cock being sucked got me hard, and I needed to deal with it. During the past few days, I’d taken in plenty of cum but not released much. My balls now ached below my hard stiff dick, and I could not ignore it any longer.

As the water from the shower rose cascaded over my head, flattening my dark hair to my scalp and down my body, my hand pumped my hard dick. It was not a time to languish and float amongst the sensations; it was not a time for pleasure. It was a time for release. It was time to perform a necessary bodily function.

My hand frantically worked my cock, the flowing water lubricating each stroke. My other hand cradled my balls, periodically pulling and squeezing them. With the speed my hand was gliding up and down my dick, it wasn’t long before I felt my balls churn, and I watched as cock erupted and my cum mixed with the spray from the shower. Now that my dick was satisfied, I washed as it slowly deflated to its normal size.

Darren, Pete and Andy were waiting for me by the tent. They all wore their speedos, ready for the beach. They noticed I was wearing my shorts as I walked back from the ablution hut. They started jeering me.

“Don’t back out on us. You’re one of us, so get those shorts off and stuff your stuff in your speedos.” Darren shouted at me and waved my Speedos around in his hand.

They ran towards me and jumped on me, and I collapsed onto the grass. I felt their hands all over me; they were holding my arms and pulling at my shorts. I kicked my legs to try and push them off, but they held me down firmly, and in one swift move, my shorts came off, and they ran back to the tent, waving them like a flag along with my damp towel and wash bag. I lay curled up and naked, my hands hiding my cock and balls.

“Come on, guys.” I pleaded, but they just laughed at me. Darren waved my shorts and Speedos above his head, and I watched him throw them into our tent.

With my hands covering my modesty from the other campers, I ran back to the tent. I was watched, clapped and cheered by the people around me.

Fortunately, I got inside before any of the teachers saw me, and I emerged moments later, wearing just my Speedos.

“That’s better,” Pete said.

Calvin was sitting in a chair, shaking his head with a sly smile. But I noticed he took a long lingering look at the bulge in my Speedos.

“We’re gonna wear shorts and a tee shirt to get to the beach, aren’t we?” Andy asked. He didn’t like the thought of getting on the coach dressed in nothing but swim briefs.

“If you want, pussy boy.” Darren teased, but we all dressed in shorts and a tee shirt for the short trip.

 

The coach dropped us off at the same car park as before. Mr Fisher gave us his usual instructions to be sensible and to meet back at the coach at four o’clock. That gave us nearly seven hours.

As we got off the coach, Darren, Pete, and Andy stripped off their shorts and tee shirts and threw them at me to stuff into my backpack. It always seemed like I was holding the bag and looking after our stuff.

Darren wondered why I wasn’t stripped down to my speedos and was about to hold me down again when I winked at him and said Calvin and I would grab a drink.

“No problem.” He said and looked at Pete and Andy. “Come on, guys, the last one to get wet gets fucked.”

Darren was about to dash to the sea when Pete just licked his palm and slapped his chest, leaving a wet spot just above his left nipple.

“Very funny!” Darren said. “Now that means you’re going to get fucked.” He chased Pete down to the beach, trying to grab the back of his Speedos and pull them down.

“Oh, come on!” Andy sighed and chased after them.

I turned to Calvin and put my arm on his shoulders. I walked over to the promenade of shops, taking Calvin with me.

“Let’s leave them to their fun,” I said.

“You know, I’m not really thirsty,” Calvin said.

“Neither am I, Cal,” I said. “I just wanted to spend some time with you.”

“Oh.”

“It was fun yesterday, wasn’t it? I enjoyed it. But don’t go blabbing it around.” Calvin knew I was talking about the blow job I gave him in the woods.

“I won’t.” Calvin blushed.

“Good.”

I asked about his old mates. He said they tried to talk to him, but he wasn’t interested. They were still behaving like wankers, and he couldn’t believe the way they were treating him. After all, he’d known them for years. It was the betrayal that hurt him the most. The way they spoke about us and just lumped him in with the rest of his. That kind of talk made Calvin feel uneasy. I suspected it stirred something within him that he’d tried to suppress or hadn’t yet come to terms with. Hopefully, yesterday made things easier for him. He certainly wasn’t about to forgive his old friends, not yet, at least.

Before we knew it, we were at the row of shops. I stopped by the first one and looked at the postcards.

“Have you sent one back home yet?” I asked.

“Nope.”

“Are you going to?”

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it. My folks just told me to have a good time and not do anything stupid. You know the sort of thing Fisher says every day.”

“I know what you mean.” I picked one out of a beach scene, people sunbathing in the foreground and the town in the background. The sun was about to set, which gave the picture an orange hue. I replaced it and picked up another one. This one had a similar beach scene but was during the day, and along the right-hand side, three smaller pictures of the town were indented.

“I think my folks would like this one.” I showed him the postcard. “I hope they sell stamps here.”

“They should do.” Calvin sounded confident. “I suppose they would get a kick out of me sending a postcard. They certainly wouldn’t expect it.”

Calvin spent a few moments choosing before we went inside.

Thankfully, the guy behind the counter spoke a little English, and we managed to pay for the cards and the stamps, which he kindly stuck to the card along with the customary ‘Par Avion’ sticker. I tucked them neatly into my bag so they wouldn’t get creased, ready for us to write them later.

I stopped outside the sportswear shop a few hundred metres down the street. I looked in the window and went inside. Calvin followed.

This was the real reason I wanted to be alone with Calvin.

I took him to the back of the shop and the rack where we found our Speedos. I picked up a small pair. I figured they were his size and passed them to him.

“Let’s try these on,” I said.

“No way.” Calvin squirmed at the thought of wearing them.

“Oh, come on. Just try them on and see what you look like. You don’t have to buy them.” I encouraged him.

Calvin hesitated.

“Just for me.” I tried to persuade him and led him to the changing room.

I pushed him inside and followed him, bolting the door behind me. “I just want to see you in them, that’s all. I’ll make it worth your while.” I squeezed his crotch, giving him the promise of another blow job.

As Calvin relaxed, I pulled his tee shirt over his head and pulled down his shorts. I stared at his smooth cock and lush bush; my dick swelled. I fell on my knees, put his feet into the speedos, and pulled them up as I stared at his smooth cock and lush pubes. As they reached his thighs, Calvin grabbed them and pulled them the rest of the way.

His hand adjusted himself, and the Speedos slipped over his cock and balls.

Standing back, I looked at him. “You look gorgeous. I like them. But you have a little problem.” I teased.

“What?” Calvin asked.

I reached over and ran my hand above his waistband. “Your pubes are showing. We’ll have to do something about that.” There was a dark line of trapped hairs showing just above the elastic. They wouldn’t have been noticeable in black or dark Speedos, but in the light blue, his black pubes were very obvious.

“Take them off then, and we’ll get out of here.”

Calvin handed me the speedos as he pulled back on his shorts and tee shirt. I opened the door, and we left the changing room.

“Do you want them then?” I asked him.

“Nope. I’m quite happy in my shorts.” Calvin was definate.

“Okay then,” I said dismissively. Still holding the Speedos, I walked to the counter and presented them to the middle-aged lady at the till. I wondered what happened to the cute lad behind the till the other day.

“I said I didn’t want them. I’m not going to wear them.” Calvin tugged on my arm.

“I know, but I want them.”

“Suit yourself, but I ain’t wearing them.” He shrugged.

“Fine.” I handed over the money and took the small bag the lady had folded them into.

We continued to walk along the street, Calvin not saying a word. A small chemist shop appeared ahead, and a thought occurred to me.

“In here, I just need something,” I said.

“What?”

“A razor. Mine is getting blunt, and I don’t want it giving me a rash.”

I found the disposable razors and picked up a packet.

I scanned the street when we left the shop and saw a public toilet. It was a new, high-tech kind; the outside was made of highly polished silver metal. Grabbing Calvin’s arm, I took him over to it. I rummaged in my wallet. “Do you have a euro?” I asked.

Fortunately, he did, and I told him to follow me inside.

“What’s going on? I don’t want to watch you pee.” Calvin complained.

“I’m not going to.” I handed him his Speedos. “Just put these on,” I told him.

Reluctantly, he did, and I crouched down to look at the elastic waistband and his emerging pubes. I ripped open the packet of razors. I turned on the water and ran it under the tap. I pulled down the elastic to the base of his cock. “Hold still; we will sort this out in a few minutes.”

I wanted to rip the Speedos off him and swallow his cock. But I resisted. I hoped I could blow him later. We were here to make him look decent in his new swimwear.

As the razor touched his skin, Calvin flinched. I told him to stay still again and dragged the blade down to remove about five millimetres from the top of his pubes. They were long, so I had to keep running the razor under the water, which was cold.

With the top of his pubes removed, I pulled his speedos back up. “That’s better.” I declared and stood up.

Calvin looked down and ran a finger over where I had just shaved.

The toilet beeped at us; I thought we should get out soon. I pulled off my tee shirt and stuffed it into my backpack. Then I shrugged off my shorts, leaving me in nothing but my light blue Speedos. I also took Calvin’s clothes and stuffed them in my bag.

“I think we look pretty good,” I said.

“Yeah, right.” Calvin sighed. “Now give me back my clothes.”

“I think this thing will turf us out soon, so we’d better get going.” I pressed the button on the door, and it opened. I walked out onto the street, leaving Calvin looking stunned.

“I can’t go out there like this.” He looked down at his body. He stared at the bulge in his Speedos, and he imagined everyone could see the outline of his cock and balls.

“Of course you can. No one will notice. No one will care.” I paused. “Just try it, and if you don’t like it in an hour or so, I’ll give you back your shorts.”

Calvin poked his head out the door and looked around to see if anyone was looking at him. No one took any notice of him, even though he was acting strangely. He stepped onto the street, and I started walking towards the beach. Calvin drew up beside me, but his head kept flitting around, checking to see if anyone was watching him.

“See. No one cares.” It didn’t stop him from checking, and I knew he was resisting the urge to cover his bulge by the way he let his arms hang.

“You are now one of us. The fifth speedo-boy.”

I was grateful when we met up with Darren, Pete, and Andy, and they didn’t tease Calvin. Rather than make him feel self-conscious, they were over the moon that he had joined in and slapped him on the back, even giving him a manly ‘dude hug’.

He looked sweet, and I wanted him.

 

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