Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2019 23:29:09 +0100 From: olafrijn@protonmail.com Subject: Olaf's Friends Chapter 4 Hi, my name is Olaf. I'm from The Netherlands. I hope you enjoy my stories. This happened in 1980. Please consider making a donation to Nifty. This website needs monthly donations to provide these wonderful stories since 1992. Donate here: http://donate.nifty.org/ Olaf's friends - 4 - The British boy In the summer of 1980, at the end of my year with Rorik, I went to France with my family for 4 weeks. It seems that meeting this British boy on the camping was the thing that got me going again. Happily, I met him right at the beginning of this month in France. After we had arrived and built up our camp site, our parents 'let us free' (my brother, sister and I) so we went to the swimming pool. We were so desperate to swim off the sweat and stickyness of the 2,5 day road-trip so we splashed in right away. When I climbed out I noticed three english speaking boys with the same looks and with the same kind of precious butts. The 3 boys were brothers for sure, the oldest being like 13 or 14, the middle one 12 or 13 and the younger one 10 or 11. Their butts sticked out just like boy-butts often do. The cheeks were round and perfectly in line with the narrow hips. In these wet swimming trunks they looked like rubber tyres. Man they were so hot! I dove into the water again. If it wasn't for making contact, it was for hiding my swelling dick inside my trunks. Under water, I swam in their direction and when I 'accidentally' rose out of the water among them, I said: Oh hello... At first they thought I was from Britain too, but when I said I was from The Netherlands, they laughed over how I had just greeted them in english. All 3 had cute faces but I liked the oldest one the most. His name was Andrew. After I had said my name was Olaf, he repeated it like: Oh love? and I burst out in laughter. I said my name again and then he understood and we laughed again. After this, I thought it was best I left them for now. So I started swimming, saying: Okay, see you later!, which Andrew replied with: Okeydokey! I almost choked of laughter about "Okeydokey", waved and swum away. I took my towel and went to the nearest toilet block. It smelled fresh because it had just been cleaned and there was nobody. I went inside one of the private showers, turned the tap on, pulled my trunks down and immediately started to stroke my balls and jerk off. It was a little disappointing that I came (like a rocket) within the minute but at least all that built up pressure was gone now. It was the first orgasm I had after the last one with Rorik. The whole trip down to France I hadn't wanted to masturbate at all, because I missed Rorik like crazy. I stepped under the shower, shut my eyes and stayed there motionless for may be 10 minutes. I peed. Tears slowly started rolling out of my eyes. I tasted a mixture of salty and chlorinated water. Everything that had leaned on my shoulders was now flowing away. After I closed the tap, I sighed deeply and felt relief. And I had become a little drowsy too. When I was back on our site, I was glad we had first built it all up together. Now I could just enter my own little tent, zip it up and fall asleep on my sleeping pad. The following morning at the toilet block, I heard Andrew call my name: Oh, Olaaaf! Geez, this boy had the looks... Short black hair, tanned skin, white teeth, red lips and brown eyes. He was wearing rather tight white cotton shorts and slippers, nothing else. His shoulders and chest were smooth and a little shiny. Now I noticed he was just a tiny little shorter than me. I said: Hey hi Andrew! How are you? Very fine Olaaaf. Have you slept well in your tent? Yeah very well. I was really tired. How do you know I sleep in a tent? I saw your sister and brother at your site last night and apart from a caravan, there were 3 small tents. So I guessed... Hehehe, I see. I was already fast asleep then. Where's your site by the way? He told me where they had their bungalow tent and invited me to come over after breakfast. So about an hour later I met his parents and his younger brothers again. Andrew suggested we would go to the pool. He was wearing clipped jeans now and no shirt. So we went by my site to pick up my towel and meet my family as well. My parents were happy to see I found a friend here so fast. On our way, we talked. Andrew said he liked calling me Olaaaf and if I didn't mind. No, I didn't. I liked him for these funny things of him. He said: You can call me Andy. By the way, he was 14, just like me. Of course there came the question about whether I had a girlfriend or not. That touched a nerve but I replied: No, no girlfriend. And you? No, me neither... At the swimming pool, we threw our towels down and immediately hopped into the water. I pulled him under by his leg and he grabbed me by my trunks. I swam underneath him and lifted him up by taking him on my neck and he wanted me to do it again a couple of times. I loved touching his jeans and his soft, muscled and slippery legs. Then we changed and he took me on his neck. Now I understood those clipped jeans were so practical. A pair of tight clipped jeans could control or hide boners much better! It really got a bit critical when he swum towards me under water and grabbed me around my waist. I guessed he must have seen that I had a boner from so close... He even did it again a little later. We joked around in the pool a little longer. Andy got out of the water to dry himself off and I stayed in for a minute to calm my boner down. That wasn't easy when I saw how his tight jeans, now soaking wet, was holding the cheeks of his butt. That looked so hysterically hot! I asked him to throw my towel and he came bringing it to the edge of the pool. Before standing up, I sat at the edge and that helped, phewie... Why was I so freaking horny all the time for gawd's sake? Andy had been at the camping for a couple of days already, so he wanted to show me the whole place. It was big and I liked strolling around with him on this sunshiny morning. What I also liked, was that all this had shifted the attention for the recent past towards the here and now. Suddenly Andy laughed: You're getting freckles! Really? Yeah, and it looks cute. What did he mean with that? Was cute an ordinary word for nice or did it rather mean something like adorable? I didn't dare to ask him and said: Ahw, thankyou. Somewhere in an outer corner of the camping, there was a little building. Half a shed and half a house but small. It wasn't clear if it belonged to the camping or not. We decided to go inside and have a look. There was this small shadowed stead with a roof hanging over it to keep the sun out. The door was there too, but appeared to be locked. There was not much to see when we peaked inside. Walking around, we discovered a window that was not fully pushed down. With a piece of wood we found, we managed to jack it open carefully. The window frame slowly started moving upwards. As soon as there was enough space for us to go through, we put our towels on the sill and climbed inside. Funny thing was, the space we climbed into was not a room but sort of a narrow storage cabinet. And there was a locked door that we couldn't get open. Now we stood there, tightly together like 2 captured foxes and we laughed about what we had done. With every move we made, we touched each other. His smell was so nice. I felt something rise up and produce precum again. I didn't want him to see my boner or the little wet spot in my dried swimming trunks but he had already noticed. With a smile he said: You bone up quickly, don't you? Yes I do... Hm, well I ought to get some clipped jeans like you are wearing. That covers it up much better. Not always, but it definitely helps, hehe... I watched his crotch and was surprised by the bulge he now had in his jeans. So I said: Look at youou, Andy man! We laughed again and then he asked if I would mind to compare our dicks, folowed by: Nobody can see us now, so... Well yeah, why not? Come on let's do that! Andrew unbuttoned his jeans and I pulled my trunks down a bit. My boner was getting bigger every second. When he pulled his jeans down, his undies slipped down too and his straight hard dick jumped out. He also got harder every pulse. Without saying a word, we held both our boners together so we could measure them. Precum came slowly oozing out of both of us. Our dicks were the same size (about 12 cm./4.7 inch). So I said: They're the same, you see? Boy, am I horny now... Me too man. You like to jerk off now? We kept holding our dicks together and slowly started moving our hands up and down. All that precum! I said if we inserted a finger between our cherries, it would make it feel even nicer. Andy used his finger and sighed: Damn this feels so incredibly good... Tell me when you're gonna shoot. Yes I will, you tell me too. I will. Guess it won't take long. I wanted to touch his buttocks so badly but I knew that would absolutely make me come instantly, so I held his shoulder. Our cocks were rubbing so smoothly and our balls were fondling and softly bumping. I could feel his dick was getting even harder now. His cherry swelled more and the same happened to mine. Our breathing changed to short sighs and at the same time we moaned: I'm going off Olaaaf... I'm gonna come Andy... And there it was. Thick gulps of sperm flew out of both our penises. We moaned and both gasped for air with our heads tilted backwards. Our chests and bellies got splashed with our semen. The spasms felt so fierce... What a powerful explosion this was! We laughed and giggled and still breathed in and out vehemently. Our dicks remained hard and we kept on holding them together. While we stood there I was confident enough to just kiss his red lips, so I gently pulled him towards me by his shoulder. He returned my kisses and softly sucked on my lips while his eyelids half closed. A little later he said: I'm happy I met you. So am I! Hugging wasn't quite an option because we really needed to clean ourselves. Luckily we had our towels with us. After we had mopped our bodies, he climbed out first. I briefly held his dazzling buttocks to give him a little push and I almost fainted (so to speak). That evening I clipped a pair of jeans I had with me and showed my mum. My sister burst out in laughter and my mum said: What have you done?? My older brother said the words that saved me: Good for you, you can't walk around in only trunks or shorts all day. (He just knew.) Fortunately, my mum fashioned them so I could wear them the next day =D Andy's family stayed for another 2 and a half weeks before they returned home. One night we held a 'sleepover' and we slept in my tent. Because the nights were so noiseless, we felt a little awkward whenever we produced any sound. Still, that night was immense. I mean, we rubbed and cuddled and kissed for long and actually never really slept. And his buttocks were finally mine. I could grasp them tightly whenever I liked, for one whole night. Afterwards, we often sneeked into my tent in the daytime. And just about every evening we got off in one of the private showers. Holding our dicks together like in the storage cabinet was our favourite thing. Of course we also did other things, we didn't only have sex. And there were more kids it was fun to hang out with. By the time Andrew was sadly leaving, we got to know 2 french boys: Patrice (yes, that's a boy's name) and Jean Marie. I'll tell you about them in a new episode. ---------- Andrew and I became pen friends when we got back home. I enjoyed writing letters with him (still have them). Once in a while we phoned each other and spoke for almost half an hour. He invited me to stay with them during the Easter holidays and my parents agreed that I would go all by myself. They paid the tickets and I would be absorbed in an english-only situation in the Midlands for over 2 weeks! On the ferry I met a man named David who was very kind to me. He even invited me to his cabin but I didn't go there. It was fun talking with him though. Much later I realised he was clearly hitting on me. That Easter at Andy's, I had a great fortnite. Our friendship still worked out well, although it was a completely different environment than the camping in France. And there were lots of nice people I got to know. We jerked off 'storage cabinet style' every evening in bed and sometimes in the morning as well. Now and then we gave each other blowjobs so our sperm wouldn't shoot all over the sheets. A year later, I stayed with them during the Easter holidays again. Andy said his younger brothers were also masturbating by then. The air in the house was litterally filled with teen male hormones and believe it or not: you could actually smell it. ---------- Next episode is about the fun we had with 2 french boys (Patrice and Jean Marie) we met at the camping, just before Andy would return home.