Camp Naturiste

By Pink Panther

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Chapter Three

The first two chapters of this story were narrated exclusively by Marcel. Although he will continue to be the main narrator, parts of this and subsequent chapters will be narrated by other characters.

Marcel

It's Saturday afternoon. This week at school we've been doing exams and other end-of-year assessments, so it's been really tough. Next week, we'll get our results and that will be it. Next Friday, school will finish for the summer. We won't go back until the beginning of September.

Today, I spent the morning working, mainly getting things ready for the campground to open, so right now, I'm tired. More than that, I'm so horny, I don't know where to put myself.

The naturist campground will open next weekend. This will be our eighth year. The number of visitors we've had has increased every year, and this one will be no exception. More visitors will mean more chances for me to meet the sort of boys I like, so I am seriously excited!

After using the bathroom, I wander into our bedroom, close the door and stretch out on the bed. I've no idea where J-P is. I guess he's probably at the next farm over, playing with his friend Robert.

Instinctively, I wrap my hand around my dick and begin stroking it, reliving some of the memories from the last few years, and imagining what I might get up to this time around.

As I recall some of the stuff I've done, I focus in on two years ago, when Jonas was here. He was amazing! Taking his cherry was the most wonderful experience of my life. Even two years later, I can remember it perfectly. I'd love to meet another boy like him, but I guess that might be a bit much to expect!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Jean-Pierre

After coming in from the garden, I make my way upstairs to use the bathroom. Afterwards, I wander back past our room, the one I share with Marcel. If the door was properly closed, I'd know not to go in without knocking, but it's not; it's slightly open. Without really thinking about it, I look through the gap.

I can hardly believe what I'm seeing. Marcel's lying on the bed naked, on his back, with his knees up and apart so that his feet are flat on the bed. Of course, there's nothing unusual about that; we go around naked all the time. What is unusual is that he's rubbing his thing, which is sticking straight up and looking much bigger than it usually does! Wow! I can't take my eyes off it!

As I watch, he starts to rub faster. Suddenly, his thing jerks in his hand, some gooey-looking stuff spurting out and landing on his chest. What was that?! I'm pretty sure it wasn't pee. The way it shot out, it looked completely different. But if it wasn't pee, what was it?

That's when I notice that my thing's sticking up too, just like Marcel's. That's been happening quite a bit lately; it's something else I don't really understand. Right now, I don't know what to do. I'd like to ask him about it, but I can't, or he'll know I was spying on him, and he won't like it. Instead, I creep back to the bathroom, trying to get my head around what I've just seen.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Marcel

It's Sunday morning and I'm waking up. Even without opening my eyes, I can sense the sunlight coming through the gap in the curtains. I'm also aware that I'm waking up with a raging hard-on. Of course, I always do, but this is different. There are wonderful sensations coursing through it. It feels glorious! I wouldn't mind waking up like this every morning!

When I finally manage to open my eyes. I'm shocked to the core. J-P is stroking my cock! Fuck! I'll cum all over the place if he keeps this up!

"What are you doing?" I ask quietly.

Without answering, he takes his hand away.

"Well?" I demand.

"You're not angry, are you?" he asks, looking like he's just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"I'm not angry," I say calmly. "I just wondered what you were doing."

"I was rubbing your thing."

"And what gave you that idea?"

"Promise you won't be angry if I tell you."

"No, as long as you tell me the truth, I won't be angry. So tell me."

He proceeds to explain how he saw me having a wank yesterday afternoon. I give myself a mental kick. This house is very old. I don't think there's a straight wall anywhere. Doors do stay closed if you take the trouble to shut them properly. I obviously didn't, and it came open without me noticing. As a result, J-P saw me jerking off.

"I should have closed the door properly," I say gently. "That was my fault, not yours."

"You're not angry then?"

"Not with you. I'm annoyed with myself. You weren't supposed to see that."

"Just lately, my thing keeps getting hard like yours was."

"Yes, I've noticed that too. It means you're growing up. I was surprised, given that you're only nine."

"I'll be ten on Wednesday!" he reminds me.

"Even so, that's more than a year younger than I was when it started happening to me. It's nothing to worry about; boys grow up at different rates, that's all."

"So what was the stuff that shot out of your thing?"

"The proper name for it is semen, but most people call it spunk."

"Will I be able to do that?"

"You probably will in a year or two; not yet though. I'll have a word with Dad. He'll explain it all to you, just like he did with me."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Don't worry! I'll just tell him that I've noticed that you're starting to grow up. He'll take care of it."

"Wow! You must be the best big brother in the whole world!"

"Thanks!" I say, giving him an affectionate peck on the cheek. "Of course, you won't tell him what you saw, or what you were just doing?"

"No way!" he responds, grinning. "I'm not going to tell anyone about that!"

He pauses for a moment. "Will I be able to play with your thing again? I mean, I know you liked it!"

I swallow hard. "Maybe," I concede, "but definitely not while I'm asleep. In fact, I'd rather we didn't do it in the house at all."

"So where, then?"

"Just give me a few minutes, yeah?"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Marcel

I need to have a major rethink. Previously, while the naturist camp's been on, J-P has spent the days playing with his friend from down the road or hanging out with Mum.

After what's just happened, I know he won't be happy to do that this year. I still think he's a bit young to be getting involved in the sort of thing that I get up to, but I don't seem to have much choice. I could try to keep him away, but if I do that, he'll be a total pain, wanting to know what we're doing and asking why he can't come with us. That could make things really awkward.

Taking a deep breath, I turn to face him.

"What are you doing this morning?" I ask. "Heading over to Robert's place?"

"No, it's Sunday. They'll be going to church."

"Oh, yeah! I forgot about that. That's good! After breakfast, just hang around until Mum and Dad have gone back to work. There's somewhere I want to show you."

"Where is it?" he demands.

"Just be patient for once!" I insist. "You'll see when we get there!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Marcel

We leave the house at quarter past ten, taking the path that leads to the campground. It looks amazing! Since last year, we've added to the showering and toilet facilities and expanded the cooking and eating areas, so we'll be ready for the extra visitors we're expecting.

We head diagonally across the field towards the old milking shed.

"Dad says we're not allowed to go in there," J-P reminds me, looking a little worried.

"Don't worry!" I respond, trying to sound nonchalant. "We're not going to."

Finally, we reach the right-hand corner of the building.

"Okay! Follow me!" I instruct.

Having cleared the path yesterday, it's pretty straightforward. It's still very narrow, so we have to walk in single-file and stay close to the building, but there are no obstacles to get past.

At the far end of the building, we emerge into the sunshine.

"Wow!" J-P enthuses, his eyes sparkling. "We could do anything here! How did you find it?"

"I didn't. One of our guests found it, and he showed me."

"When was that?"

"Four years ago. I was eleven; Noah, the boy who found this place, was thirteen."

We stroll across to the log. Parking myself down, I gesture for J-P to sit next to me.

"You must have had lots of fun together!" he says, giving me a knowing grin.

"You could say that," I admit. "You know you asked if you could play with my dick again? Noah and I used to do that all the time."

"So can I play with it now?"

"Sure!"

Rather nervously, he reaches across and wraps his hand around it. Fuck! I almost swallow my tonsils! The touch of his fingers is electrifying! I'd forgotten just how exciting this can be!

"Wow!" I breathe, smiling warmly at him. "That feels amazing!"

I allow him to continue for a few seconds.

"Okay," I say gently. "You can stop now. Now come and stand in front of me."

Obediently, he does as I ask. His erect prick is around 8.5cm long and roughly the same circumference, his dimensions roughly half of what I currently have. Placing my thumb on top and three fingers beneath, I start to gently wank him. Fuck! He's hard the way only a preteen boy can be!

"Oooooh!" I purr. "You're beautifully hard!"

After around thirty seconds, I let him go.

"I'm going to show you something else now," I say looking right into his eyes. "If you don't like it, tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

As he nods his agreement, I lean forwards. Taking his prick into my mouth, I begin to suck.

"Ooooh! Oooh! Ooooh!" he gasps. "That feels fantastic!"

"I thought you'd like it!" I say, finally pulling away. "The first time Noah did that to me, I loved it!"

I indicate for him to sit back down again.

"When the campground's open," I whisper. "We usually get one or two boys who like doing this. Am I right in thinking you'd like to join in?"

"Totally! I'd love to!"

"Right, now kneel down here," I say, indicating the ground close to my right foot. He gets into position. "Now rub my cock again, but do it a bit harder, like you did when we were in bed."

He gets to work. It's good, but his hand's a bit too far back.

"Move your fingers further forward," I tell him.

Adjusting his position, he tries again. This time it's perfect, his fingers working my foreskin backwards and forwards over the head.

"Oh, yeah!" I enthuse. "Just keep it going!"

He doesn't need asking twice.

"Ohhhh!" I gasp. "I'm going to shoot!"

I thought he might take his hand away, but little horn-dog that he is, he stays right with it. A moment later, my balls churn into action. Spunk surges through my cock and spurts powerfully onto the grass, some of it landing more than a metre in front of me.

"Wow!" J-P says, grinning. "That was epic!

"Okay!" I order. "Come and stand here again!"

Moments later, I'm sucking him like my life depended on it. Within a couple of minutes, he's shaking and squirming, his prick swelling and pulsing against the roof of my mouth.

"What just happened?" he demands, looking totally gobsmacked.

I explain it to him the same way that Noah explained it to me four years ago. As we head back to the house, I'm on cloud nine. I couldn't be happier.