Camp
Naturiste
By
Pink Panther
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Chapter
Ten
Marcel
It's
Sunday evening. The weekend has been insane! Yesterday evening, J-P and I did
manage to spend an hour with Carsten and Lukas. Apart from that, with a few
guests leaving and considerably more moving in, we've been working almost all
the time.
Right
now, we're waiting for our final arrival of the day. It's an odd one in a
number of ways. First, I need to explain something. This campground is aimed at
families. We don't take bookings from singles and we certainly won't
accept bookings from groups of young adults. Dad says that the families would
stop coming if we did.
Now
we've had single-parent families before, usually a mum with two or three kids,
though it has occasionally been a dad. This one is just a dad and his ten-year
old son. I'm pretty sure we've never had that before.
The
second odd thing is that most people who come here stay in tents. These people
are in a motorhome. It's not just any motorhome either, it's a really big one,
which is the main reason they're so late. On the roads out here, there's no way
they'll be able to drive very fast.
In
fact, it's so big, we've had to allocate them a pitch right by the gate, on the
side opposite the kiosk, so that they won't have to manoeuvre past anyone else.
It's not a problem – we've got the plumbing and electric hook-up facilities –
but it is unusual.
They
finally show up at half past seven. The motorhome's not just big, it's
seriously posh too. They're clearly not short of money! After I've helped them
get it into position, a man and a boy emerge, each dressed in shorts and a polo
shirt. That's pretty standard. Although a few of our guests turn up naked, most
people arrive with clothes on.
"Hi!"
the man says, smiling warmly. "I'm Mike Taylor and this is Theo! I'm sorry
we're so late! This thing's fine on the motorways, but once we got onto the
country roads, I had to take it very slowly!"
"That's
no problem!" I say smiling back.
I
quickly check them out. I'd guess Mike's in his early thirties, very good
looking and clearly in great shape. Ten-year old Theo's about the same height
as J-P, slim without being skinny, and cute, with chestnut brown hair and a nice
smile. Of course, they'll both look even better once they've got their clothes
off!
After
we've been through the paperwork, we stride across to the motorhome to connect
them to the plumbing and the electricity.
"What
platform's this on?" I ask.
"A
Setra 29-seater," Mike tells me, smiling.
What
he's just told me is that the motorhome has been built onto the chassis of a
29-seater coach. That is big! It's no wonder it took them so long to get
here!
Once
we've got everything sorted, I head back to the house. I have to admit that I
was impressed. Before they arrived, I'd been worried that Mike would be entitled
and demanding, but he wasn't. Instead, he was really nice, very friendly, and
smiled all the time. Theo didn't say much, but he seems like a good kid. They
should fit in really well!
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Marcel
Monday
morning is the calm after the storm. Having worked so hard over the weekend,
this morning there isn't much we need to do. By ten o'clock, everything's as it
should be, so by quarter past, J-P and I are on our way to the lake.
After
meeting up with Carsten and Lukas, we settle on a game of frisbee. Suddenly, I
notice a boy heading towards us, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. What?! This
should not be happening! As he approaches, I realise that it's Theo.
"Hello!"
I greet him, in French. "Where's your dad?"
He
looks at me blankly, appearing distressed, and clearly not understanding the
question.
I
repeat the question, but this time speaking slowly and quietly in the best
English I can manage.
"Once
the guy arrived with our rental car, he went into the village to do some
shopping," Theo explains. "Before he went, he gave me the map and told me to go
and explore."
"I
see. So why are you dressed?"
This
seems to be another question he doesn't understand.
"This
is a naturist camp," I say, speaking clearly and calmly. "Once you're on the
property, everyone's expected to be naked. Didn't your dad tell you?"
"No,
Daddy never said anything!"
I
am not happy! If what's Theo's saying is true, Mike's brought his kid
here without telling him what sort of camp this is. I mean, who does that?!
"Well,
that's how it is. I will speak to your dad when we get back. He knew all this when
he booked for you to stay here. He should have told you. For you to be
walking around with your clothes on when everyone else is naked is very
disrespectful!"
Although
they're not saying anything, I'm pleased to see that the other boys are
standing around behind me, clearly backing me up.
"Right!
Those clothes have to go!" I say firmly. "Take them off, please!" I add, making
appropriate gestures.
Theo
hesitates, looking very uncomfortable.
"Don't
worry," I say quietly, picking up my bag. "We'll look after them for you. We'll
return them when we get back to the campground."
"It's
cool!" Lukas adds, in what sounds to me like perfect English. "We're all naked!
What's the problem?"
After
Lukas has given him his most beautiful smile, rather reluctantly, Theo takes
off his shorts and t-shirt. Underneath, he's wearing a pair of Speedos.
"Those
too!" I insist.
Looking
like he's about to burst into tears, he peels them off to reveal a stonking
little hard-on, around 7cm long and very slim. Unlike the rest of us though,
he's been circumcised, the head of his penis fully exposed. Standing up, he
looks mortified.
"Don't
worry about that!" Lukas says gently, putting his arm around Theo's
shoulder. "It's natural! I get them all the time! We all do!"
Wow!
The fact that Lukas can speak English considerably better than I can has really
helped me out! I'm delighted!
"That's
better!" I say, smiling at Theo. "Now that you've got your clothes off, you're
welcome to hang out with us. Would you like that?"
"Please
say yes!" Lukas urges. "I'll look after you!"
"Okay,"
Theo whispers, smiling, but still looking very nervous.
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Theo
When
Marcel made my take my Speedos off, I was petrified. I was sure that the other
boys would make fun of me and call me names when they saw my willy sticking up.
That's what some of the boys at school would do. But they didn't. They were really
nice about it, especially Lukas.
We're
playing frisbee. I've never played it before and I'm hopeless. It's not a
surprise; I'm useless at anything like this.
"You're
trying too hard!" Lukas says, smiling.
That's
a surprise too; I thought he'd be angry with me. Instead, he shows me how your
supposed to throw it, starting with my hand down by my left hip and bringing it
through until it's level with my right shoulder. After a couple of tries, I
manage to get it to fly properly, even if it doesn't go very far.
"That's
great!" Lukas says, beaming at me.
After
we've played for about fifteen minutes, it's getting really hot, and Marcel
calls a halt.
"We're
going into the lake for a splash-about," Lukas tells me. "It'll help us cool
off a bit!"
"Sorry,
I can't swim," I mumble, feeling useless again.
"That
doesn't matter!" he responds. "We won't go in that far, and I'll be with you.
You'll be fine!"
"But
I haven't got a towel."
"Oh,
you can borrow mine! In this weather, we only need to wipe ourselves over!"
Rather
nervously, I trot into the water, with Lukas alongside me. I know I shouldn't,
but Lukas is so beautiful, I can't stop myself looking at him, especially his
willy.
If
a boy from school saw me doing that, he'd be really horrible about it. Lukas
doesn't seem to mind, and I know he's seen me. In fact, I think he may be
looking at me! Wow! That is a surprise! Actually, all the boys are nice
looking, especially Carsten, Lukas's brother. His willy is the nicest one of
all! I don't think I've ever seen one as beautiful as that!
Ten
minutes later, we're heading back onto the beach. After being in the cold
water, at least my hard-on's gone down.
"Here
you are!" Lukas says, pulling the towel from his bag and handing it to me.
After
wiping myself down, I give it back, my willy sticking straight back up again.
He starts casually drying himself.
"We're
going somewhere quiet now," he says quietly, looking me right in the eye, "so
we can relax for a bit. I'll need to speak to Marcel to ask him if you can come
with us."
Dropping
the towel on his bag, he trots away.
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Marcel
Unexpectedly,
I've got Lukas heading towards me.
"Can
Theo come with us?" he urges. "He can stay with me, yeah?"
I
give myself a mental kick. I should have thought about that! As it is, I'm
completely unprepared. Lukas has been a total star, looking after Theo the way
he has, so I really don't want to say `No'. The problem is that we've only just
met Theo. We've no idea if he can be trusted not to tell everyone what we get
up to.
So,
what are we going to do? I could simply take Theo back to his dad, but
that would mean leaving J-P with Carsten and a very disappointed Lukas.
Alternatively, I could take J-P along with us, but that would mean abandoning
Carsten and Lukas. There's no way I'm doing that! Finally, Lukas could come
along with me and Theo. That sounds okay, but not knowing how Mike will react,
I still don't like it.
"Let
him come with us!" Carsten whispers, right into my ear. "It'll be fine! The
kid's obsessed with our cocks! He can't stop looking at them!"
I
must admit that I hadn't noticed, but it does explain one or two things!
"If
Theo's going to stay with Lukas," I counter. "You and I will be with J-P. What
are we going to do?"
The
obvious thing would be for us to spit-roast J-P, but I won't agree to that;
he's not ready.
"We
can do a chain-fuck with me in the middle," Carsten whispers.
Wow!
I'll get to fuck Carsten while he's doing J-P! I hadn't thought of that!
"Okay
then!" I concede.
I
just hope Theo knows how to keep his mouth shut!
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Theo
"It's
cool!" Lukas says, smiling at me. "Marcel says it`s fine for you to come with
us!"
I'm
suddenly nervous again. The boys couldn't have done much to me here because
there are adults around. But if we go somewhere `quiet'; who knows what could
happen? But Lukas has been so nice, it just doesn't fit, so I'm going to
trust him!
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Marcel
We
set off towards the campground, Carsten walking next to me.
"So
it's not just French and German you guys speak," I quip. "You've got English as
well! Have you lived there too?"
"Not
England," he answers, grinning, "but after Strasbourg, we spent four years in
the States, while Dad was working at MIT (Massachusetts Institute of
Technology). Then he got a professorship at Köln (Cologne) University. We came
back when I was ten."
Wow!
I hadn't expected that! And I know Carsten's not blagging. If he'd wanted to
boast about it, he'd have told me before.
"We
still spoke German at home, except when we had visitors," Carsten continues. "And
we knew we wouldn't be there forever. Mum and Dad always planned for us to come
back."
"Oh,
right!" I acknowledge.