Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2019 23:30:57 +0100
From: noud smith <noud.writes@gmail.com>
Subject: Cote'd Azure vacation adventures - part 1 (gay/young friends)

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Cote'd Azure vacation adventures

Part 1
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I think I was nine.

Back in the 70's it was a luxury being able to travel during your summer
vacation. My parents worked hard and were able to afford trips to the hot
and sunny beaches of southern Europe.
When I was smaller, we took the airplane and fly to Spain. Since I was six
they drove all the way from Amsterdam to the south coast of France to camp
at a small camp ground somewhere between St.Tropez and Cannes.
Most of my class mates stayed at home or didn't travel any further then
Belgium or Germany during summer break. For me it was the rocky coast of
the Cote-d-Azure and it made me feel special at school.

The trip took almost three days and I was bored to death, but just after
lunch we arrived at the camp grounds and my parents pitched up the bungalow
tent. Dad told me he would be helping me with my own little tent, but I was
nine, I was a big boy and I was sure I could manage myself.

I'd never pitched up my own tent before and I struggled with the poles,
pegs, cotton and all the other stuff that belonged to a tent. I suddenly
also remembered the heat in Southern France. Soon my shirt and shorts were
soaking with my sweat.
I took my shirt off. Not willing to give up and waiting for father to help,
me I struggled on.

"Need some help?"
I didn't expect hearing someone talk Dutch over here. Not many Dutch on
this camp ground. Most of the guests were French, some German and I thought
we would be the only Dutch again this year.
I looked up to the boy that offered me some help.

He was much older then me, but at the age of nine every boy older is much
older. I think he was twelve, wearing soccer shorts (which were much
smaller in the 70's) flip flops and a baseball cap to shade his eyes from
the sun.

"Yeah, think I forgot some poles."
Now that was a complete lie, but I just didn't want to admit I didn't know
anything about pitching up a tent. I was nine, but not a baby.
The boy helped me and it seemed he knew what he was doing; first spreading
out the tent and pinning the corners with pegs.

I learned his name was David, he was twelve years old, and he arrived
yesterday with his parents and his big brother. He was happy to see more
Dutch arrive, especially when he saw there was a boy. He was looking for a
friend to play with so perhaps we could go to the beach together.

I liked that idea. My soaked shirt was sticking to my slim body and I
couldn't wait to get into that nice blue Mediterranean Sea. I stripped off
my shirt and felt the sun pricking at my exposed body. Now I could work at
my tent much better.

I told David that my name was Sem and that I was nine years old. I told him
I was happy I made a friend already. Last year there were only French boys
my age and since I only spoke Dutch there wasn't much of a friendship. I
was happy this year would be different.

Within 15 minutes my tent was finished and we opened it to have a look
inside. It was more spacious then I expected, and when I put my airbed in
there was plenty of room for one or two  more.

My parents were still busy with the big bungalow tent. I asked them if it
was okay to go to the beach with my new friend David but they told me I had
to wait till tomorrow. Bags needed to be unpacked and the sunscreen was
still somewhere in the car.
Besides, it had been a busy and long day and once they would finish the
tent we would go and have dinner somewhere and they didn't want to go look
for me.

I was a bit disappointed but my new friend told me not to worry and he
would come over tomorrow morning so we could make some plans then.
That night I slept like a baby. First time in my own little tent, dreaming
about the sea and how much fun we were gonna have at the beach.

The heat of the sun woke my up the next morning. I forgot how hot it got in
a tent when the sun woke up early and started to heat the canvas. I quickly
got out of my bed, just a simple thin sheet, otherwise it would be way to
warm to get some sleep, and walked to the toilet block to have a piss.
In those days it was no problem to walk around in public in you underwear,
so flip flops and underwear it was.

When I returned my parents had already set the table to have breakfast. Dad
had walked to the "boulangerie" to get some fresh french bread and it
tasted real nice with some jam or Nutella. Along with some tea and orange
juice this made the beast breakfast a nine year old could have.
"I've got your swimwear over here."
Mom threw me one of my speedos, a bright red one, so I could change into
them after breakfast.

In those days boys didn't wear surf shorts or oversized swimming trunks.
Speedos was what you wore all day at the camp grounds. I think in those
days it was a sport to wear them as tiny as you could, just to get a nice
tan all over without having to walk around naked.
After breakfast I went into my own little tent, and lying on my airbed I
slipped of my underwear and changed into my speedos.
I was ready for a nice day at the beach.

After a short while, David showed up. He was wearing flip flops and some
sort of loose light blue boxers. He had long blond hair which just reached
his shoulders.
"Wanna come along to the beach?"
Sure I wanted to come along. He was twelve and which nine your old would
not like to hang out with older boys, especially when they asked him?
"Can I?"
My parents were okay, but not before my mother covered me all up in sun
lotion. How I hated that.

"And don't forget to put some lotion on. You don't want to get sunburn!"
My mom warned me as I walked along with David, huge towel around my
shoulders, wearing my tiny red speedos and some flip flops. In my hand a
small bag with some bread and sun lotion.

David took me first to his place at the campsite. His parents were at the
beach already and his older brother just got out of the tent he shared with
his little brother.
"That's Max, my brother"

Max was not interested. He was still half asleep. I think he was around
fourteen or fifteen. A lot older and to me almost an adult.
"Get to the beach man, and don't bother me now"
Max went back into the tent while David grabbed a towel from one of the
tent lines. He draped the towel over his shoulders and grabbed the air bed
that was next to the tent.
"This one is for swimming and having fun."

And off we went, walking down towards the road, crossing it and then taking
a small path that ended up at the rocky beach. I could smell the sea. This
would be so much fun.

We found a nice spot on one of the rocks near David's parents to spread our
towels out and within seconds we hit the water.

David was not wearing speedos but jumped into the water wearing his boxers.
When he got out of the water to get on the airbed I noticed how thin the
cloth must have been. His boxers stuck to his buttocks like a second skin,
not hiding anything. The light color of the cloth didn't help at all, the
shorts were almost see through.

I think that is the moment I first got some feeling in my tummy, or
somewhere just below my tummy. I didn't think a lot of it, I just wanted to
swim with my new friend so I jumped in after him and made my way over to
the airbed.
We goofed around some time. I tried to push David from the airbed into the
water but failed. David pushed me from the airbed and had no troubles at
all. Whatever I tried, he always came out the winner.

Finally we got a bit tired.
"Wanna take a rest in the sun?"
David asked.
"Yeah"
And so we made our way over to our towels on the rock.

I lay down on my towel, face down, back towards the sun, and David spread
himself out on his back, resting on his elbows, on his towel next to me.
"that was nice"
David made an understatement. It was great!
"Yeah"
"I'll get something to drink from my folks"
David got on his feet and walked over to his parents. He got some bottles
of lemonade and brought them over.

David sat next to me, close to my head. One knee pulled to his chin, the
other spread sideways a bit. Did he realize his "stuff" was showing now?
I think he did, because he placed the bottles right between his legs.
It didn't bother me though. I think it was rather cool to see some parts of
my new friend. Not much though, just a part of his scrotum and a little bit
of his dick.
It made my tummy tingle again.

I think David noticed because he moved his legs and the view I had
disappeared.
"Dude, your back is coloring a bit red. Let me put some lotion on"
David got the bottle out of my bag and sat next to me. He slowly rubbed the
lotion over my back, right up to my speedos, and the back of my legs.
I hated it when mom did this, but David did it in a special way. I don't
know, a bit more special and more soft then my mother would do. It felt
great.

And so we spent the day at the beach. We swam a lot, we goofed around a lot
and I got to see David a lot. Including what was under his shorts, once wet
they didn't hide anything and David didn't seem to be bothered about it.
Once in a while he would put some lotion on me. He rubbed it all over and
once he got so high up the inside of my thigh that I felt his hand against
the bottom of my little nut sack.
But then, it was time to return to the campground. Had to be back in time
for dinner.

We grabbed our stuff and walked back, crossed the road and went back to
David's place where we dropped of the airbed."
"It's early so no lines at the shower block. Let's take a shower now"
I still remember last year. If you were late there were queues in front of
the showers, and if you got real unlucky you had to shower with cold water.
"Yeah"
And so we walked from Davids place, past my parents and telling them I was
going to take a shower, to the shower block. We were lucky, no queues but
no shower available so we had to wait.

We didn't have to wait long. Just after a couple of minutes one of the
doors to a shower opened and a French kid got out. He smiled at us when
David walked over to the opened door and stepped inside.
"Are you coming?" David asked me.
I thought I would have to wait until the next shower got available, but
instead David invited me to join him for the shower. It made me feel so
special. I was going to take a shower with my new friend, who was twelve
already.
"Yeah, sorry"
And I stepped into the little shower booth.

There was a little bench against the wall where you could put your towel
and clothes and David was first to put his towel there. Next were his
shorts.
With his back turned to me he quickly pushed them down and stepped out of
them. He picked them up from the floor and put them on the little bench. He
then turned around towards mee.

"Now you can really see what I've got"
He smiled at me, showing his big dick and balls to me. I say big, but when
you are nine and you only use your dick to pee, a twelve years old tool
looks massive.
"I've seen you looking at my balls"
I didn't know what to say. It was that funny feeling again in my tummy.
"Show me yours now"

Without hesitation David stepped forward, grabbed my speedos at the waist
and yanked them down, exposing my little wiener and almost invisible sack
with my tiny nuts.
"nice"
David seemed to like my tiny package.

I looked at his dick again and it was moving and growing. Getting a bit
bigger, longer and starting to point upwards. David moved his fingers along
his growing dick.
"Common, lets get in the shower and have some fun"
David started to whisper.

I quickly got out of my speedos, dropped them on the little bench and
stepped into the shower where David had the water running already.
It was a simple shower. Just one button to get the water going for a couple
of minutes. David pressed the button again and grabbed the shampoo he
brought with him. Not for himself, he started to wash my hair.

I think the last time someone washed my hair for me was when I was a little
boy and mom did it for me. But that was years ago. I was nine now and could
take care of washing my hair myself.
But it felt nice when David did it. I closed my eyes to make sure I didn't
get soap in them and just felt his hands through my hair.
"Lets rinse the shampoo out"
And David pushed me just a little bit further so I was a bit more under the
shower.

"You got a little sunburn on your back"
And with my eyes still closed, some soap still needed to get rinsed out of
my hair, I felt Davids hand on my back. It tingled a little bit. Don't know
if it was the sunburn or just a nice feeling I got of the hands that
started washing my shoulders and gently went further down my back.
"I'll wash your back. You have to do mine later"
I opened my eyes and looked at David.
"Sure"

His hands got lower on my back, just above my buttocks, and I thought he
would stop there but he didn't. He continued to wash my buttocks and then
his hands went around my hips and ended up on my tummy.
David was leaning against my back. it made me feel special feeling his hard
dick against my back. He is twelve and hangs with me, a nine year old.
His hands got a bit lower and suddenly one hand grabbed my wiener while the
other grabbed my tiny sack.
"You get hard too sometimes?"

David started to fondle my wiener and tiny balls. No one had ever done that
to me and it felt real nice. Of course it didn't take long before I got
real hard.
David pulled my foreskin back and touched the head of my hard little wiener.
"We have to clean that too"
After that he released my dick and turned me around.
"Now we are dick buddies" and he smiled
"Yeah, great!"
I was so proud and happy. This was so special.

"Now I wash my hair and you wash my back at the same time."
It made sense to me; David was taller then I was so I wouldn't be able to
wash his hair. I could do his back though and I started with my task and
wanted to do the best job I possibly could. So as David rinsed out his
hair, I finished my task just above his buttocks.

David turned around.
"Good job man, now you can wash my dick too."
David still had a hard dick and I wondered how it would feel like so I was
happy he offered me this little job.
I was real careful when I slid his foreskin back and washed the head of his
dick. David sighed so I must have been doing a good job.
I took a good look at his balls. They were much bigger then mine. I think
they had the size of grapes, while mine were still like tiny nuts. Would
David mind if I touched them?
I simply grabbed them in my hand, one at the time and David sighed some
more.

"Clean enough, one more thing to clean"
David whispered a bit and pushed my hands away.
"Turn around"
I did as he told me and I felt how he placed one of his hands on my back
again, just above my buttocks.
"There is one place where there's always sand after the beach"
And as he told me that, he slid his fingers between my buttocks and started
cleaning me there. His fingers went all the way down, past my hole and then
up again. David's fingers stopped on my hole and stayed there.

"Now this is what needs to be cleaned"
It felt weird, David pushed with his finger on my hole and the soap made
his finger slip in. It didn't hurt but it was a strange feeling. It made me
tingle inside.
David pushed a little further in and I let out a sigh.
"You like it?"
"It feels funny and makes me tingle inside"
David pulled his finger out.

"Okay, wanna feel something even better?"
Of course I wanted to feel even more. Great feelings!
"Yeah."
"Bent over a little bit and lean with your hands against the wall."
I did as David told me and looked over my shoulder, wondering what was
going to happen next.
"Spread your feet just a little bit."
David slid  my feet a little aside with his own feet and then he got real
close to my back. He bent over so he could whisper in my ear.
"This is real special. If it hurts, just let me know."
I felt how he used one hand to spread my buttocks just a little bit and
then I felt something pressing against my butt hole again.

It was bigger then his finger. Perhaps it was his thumb this time. I
wondered if this would give me the same feeling again.
David pressed harder but something inside me made my little hole close up.
It made David push even harder and all of a sudden I felt my hole opening
up and letting Davids thumb in.
This feeling was not so nice. It hurt a bit and I yelped as I felt the
thumb slid inside me just a little bit.
"ouch.... it hurts"
I felt my hole squeeze, trying to push that thumb out. But the thumb didn't
go out. It stayed where it was.

"Man you are tight and hot inside" whispered David in my ear.
"take it, take it, take it out. It hurts."
"Just a little bit longer, get used to it, then I'll take it out. It always
hurts the first time."
David grabbed my hips with both his hands, I guess to keep me in place.

With both his hands? Then it was no thumb in my tiny hole. It was something
different.
"What did you put in?"
David whispered again in my ear.
"Just the top of my dick. It's just inside of you and it feels so good."
"Okay, but not further in, it hurts."
I closed my eyes hoping that it would make the pain go away and it seemed
to work. Slowly the pain eased off and just as it was almost gone I felt
how David left my hole. He pulled his dick out.

"Did you like it?"
I turned around and all I could do was look at Davids dick. His foreskin
was pulled back and his glans was pointing straight up.
"How far did you go in?"
David grabbed his dick just behind the glans.
"About this far."
I couldn't believe that had been inside of me."
"It hurt first but later is was okay."
David smiled at me.
"You are so small and tight over there. You have to get used to it."
I wondered if I could get used to this.
"I don't know...."
David smiled and whispered again.
"If I'm all the way in, it feels even better then my finger. Much better."
I wondered how he knew.
"I don't know."

Suddenly someone banged the door.
"Common. People are waiting out here."
David smiled at me.
"Better get dressed again."
We quickly dried ourselves and I stepped back in my speedos while David got
back into his shorts. I was glad we didn't have a hard on anymore. That
would be showing if we stepped out of our little shower stall.
There was a large queue outside.
"We were just in time." David said.
I nodded.

When we got back to my site on the campgrounds David walked on.
"See you tomorrow?"
Sure, why not. We had lots of fun today. On and off the beach.
"Yeah. Tomorrow morning." I replied.
"Okay, come and pick me up when you go to the beach. It's on your way, you
know where our site is."
I waved to show David I understood.
"Bye, See you tomorrow morning."

Mom was busy preparing dinner. French food. Dad was working the BBQ.
"Nice to see you already got a good friend over here."
I smiled. If only she knew.

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Will there be a part 2? There will be a lot happening on and off the beach
again the next day.