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.