Camp
Naturiste
By Pink Panther
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Chapter Five
Marcel
Saturday, our opening day, dawns warm and sunny, with
just a few white, fluffy clouds decorating the otherwise clear blue sky. It's
perfect!
There are only three families booked to arrive today,
and as we aren't expecting any of them until after lunch, J-P and I spend the
morning going around making sure that everything is exactly as it should be. By
eleven o'clock, the place looks fantastic.
After lunch, we head to the cabin that we use as an
office, which is situated where the drive from the road leads onto the
campground itself. With nothing else to do, I make a final check to ensure that
we've got everything we need.
Our first visitors, the Durand family, show up just
before two o'clock. Being from southern Belgium, they're French-speakers,
although their accent is quite different from ours. After going through the
paperwork, I emphasise the rules about using the lake.
"As your son is only five," I tell them. "He can only
go into the lake if one of you goes in with him."
"Yes, that makes sense," Mr Durand agrees. "You do
have a lifeguard though?"
"Yes. Beginning tomorrow, there will be a lifeguard on
duty from nine in the morning until seven in the evening. His main task is to
supervise the older children, to make sure they don't so anything stupid. Of
course, he's also there to help in an emergency, but we haven't had one yet."
With all that dealt with, it's time for me to show
them their pitch and help them to start setting up.
"I'll be about half an hour," I say to J-P. "If
someone shows up in the meantime, come and get me."
He scowls at me.
"Yeah, I know it's boring," I tell him. "But until
everyone's arrived, we need someone to be here. You'll get used to it!"
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Marcel
The next to arrive are the Janssens, from the
Netherlands. They're regular visitors; they've stayed here several times.
"Good afternoon!" I say brightly as they make their
way into the cabin. "Good to see you again!"
"Good afternoon, young man!" Mr Janssen responds,
smiling. "Where's your father?"
"Dad's out working on the farm. He's put me in
charge."
Mr Janssen looks at me like he doesn't approve,
although he doesn't actually say so. Over the next few minutes, we go through
the formalities to make sure that they're properly registered. Pretty soon,
everything's completed and they can start setting up.
"Well," Mr Janssen says as they prepare to leave the
cabin. "I must admit you do seem to know what you're doing!"
"Thanks!" I acknowledge, feeling rather proud of
myself.
By half past five, everyone who was scheduled to
arrive today is settled in; six adults and four children, the oldest of whom is
a girl of eight. I'm not worried about that though. I'm sure it will change
over the next few days as more guests appear.
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Marcel
We're midway through Sunday afternoon. We've already
checked in three families, leaving us waiting for two more. Just before half
past three, the Schmidt family arrive. They live near Cologne, and have two
boys: Carsten, who's thirteen and Lukas, who's eleven.
My eyes almost fall out the moment I see them. With
blue eyes and very fair skin, although not identical, it's quite obvious that
they're brothers. At around 1.60m tall, Carsten is slim, with coltish long legs
and collar length straight blond hair. Lukas, having yet to hit his growth
spurt, is not as leggy as his brother. Standing no more than 1.45m, his flaxen
hair falls over his ears in soft waves and curls.
They are stunning! More than that, there's a chemistry
between them that tells me that they're very close. Making friends with them is
now my top priority. After dealing with their parents, which fortunately is
very easy, I make a point of welcoming them.
"Great to meet you!" I say, smiling. "I'm sure you're
going to enjoy your stay. If you have any questions, or there's anything we can
do for you, please ask. We'll be delighted to help!"
"Thanks!" they respond, smiling, their manner open and
friendly.
"What will you be doing this evening, after you've
eaten?"
"Probably just resting," Carsten says, speaking
surprisingly good French. "Dad's had to drive a long way. He's pretty tired."
"I was wondering if you and Lukas would like to meet
us back here, we could show you around."
"Yes," Carsten responds, giving me a knowing look
before grinning at his brother. "I think we would like that! What time should
we meet?"
"Would seven o'clock be okay?"
"Yes, seven o'clock would be good. We'll see you then!
And we should come naked, yes?"
"Yes, of course!"
Leaving J-P at the cabin, I take them outside to show
them their pitch and make sure that they've got everything they need to set up.
While trying not to get ahead of myself, I feel like I'm walking on air. Not
only are Carsten and Lukas really beautiful, everything about them suggests
that they're into the same sort of things that we are. Wow! If I'm right, I
don't think we could have met anyone better!
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Marcel
At twenty to seven, J-P and I get ready to go out.
"Where are you off to?" Mum asks.
"We've arranged to meet the Schmidt boys," I tell her.
"They've got nothing else to do this evening, so we're going to show them
around."
"Why are you taking your bag?" she persists. "You know
it's too late for you to use the lake."
"We'll probably show them where the lake is," I
respond. "We won't go in it. Anyway, it's always good to have a towel with us,
even if we don't need it."
"Leave the boy alone!" Dad interjects. "He's doing a
great job for us!"
I raise an eyebrow. Although I'm pleased to have his
support, as far as I know, he's been working all day.
"Before supper," he explains, "I took an hour to go
and speak to some of our guests. They were all singing your praises, telling me
how conscientious you were, and how well you'd been looking after them. Keep it
up! It's exactly what the business needs!"
"Thanks, Dad!" I acknowledge, smiling.
Mum immediately backs off, and a couple of minutes
later, J-P and I are on our way. As we reach the cabin, Carsten and Lukas are
heading towards us. Out of their clothes, they look even more stunning than
they did earlier. As I expected, they both have uncut cocks, just like we have.
"Hi guys!" I greet them. "Good to see you!"
"So where are we going?" Carsten asks.
"Well, I thought we'd start by showing you the lake,"
I respond. "We won't be able to go in, because nobody's allowed to use it after
7.00pm. But it's important for you to know where it is. During the day, lots of
our guests go there."
Heading out through the gate, we take the path that
leads to the lake. I notice almost immediately that J-P seems to have attached
himself to Lukas. Meanwhile, Carsten is taking note of everything we pass.
"I like this!" he says, turning to me and grinning.
"There must be lots of places here where you can get up to no good!"
"I guess you could say that," I respond quietly,
smiling back at him.
If there were any doubts before, there are none at all
now. We are totally on the same page!
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Jean-Pierre
Lukas and Carsten are really impressed with the lake.
They can hardly wait to use it! I like hanging out with Lukas. He's not just
very good-looking; he seems really nice. I think we're going to be friends, at
least I hope we are!
"So where are we going now?" Carsten demands.
"Oh, there are a couple of other places we'd like to
show you," Marcel replies, smiling.
We start by heading back the way we came, but after a
few minutes, we turn off onto the path the leads into the grove of evergreen
oaks.
"Talking of getting up to no good," Marcel says
quietly. "This is one place we like to come to."
Lukas and I settle down where we are; Marcel and
Carsten a metre or so further on. As we were walking, I wondered whether Lukas
had ever done anything like this before. Now that we're getting down to it,
it's obvious that he has. In fact, it seems like he's done quite a bit more
than I have.
We snuggle right up, our things rubbing against each
other. Having his body pressed tight against mine feels amazing! Rolling onto
his back, he pulls me over on top of him. A moment later, his hands run down my
back, over my bum and down my thighs. Oh, yes!
"D'you kiss?" he asks, smiling up at me.
I grin and nod.
"Come on then!" he says.
Moments later our lips meet, our tongues rubbing
against each other. Oh wow! He does this way better than Marcel does! Without
even thinking about it, I press into him even harder, my thing grinding against
his stomach. Eventually, I ease myself away.
"Very nice!" Lukas whispers, his eyes sparkling. "How
was it for you?"
"Amazing!"
"What about sucking?"
"Yeah, we do that."
"Cool! Ever done a sixty-nine?"
"What?"
"It's where you suck each other at the same time. I
thought you wouldn't have; Marcel's too tall. I'm not though! Want to try it?"
"Sure!"
Having rolled back onto our sides, Lukas deftly pulls
away from me. Twisting himself around to face the opposite way, his thing is
now right by my mouth. I don't need him to tell me what to do next. Within a
couple of seconds, I'm sucking his thing, and he's sucking mine. Oh, wow! This
is the best yet!
One thing Lukas isn't doing though is stroking me
behind my balls, the way Marcel usually does. `Maybe he's never learned to do
that,' I speculate, so I start doing it to him. After a few seconds, he joins
in. It's like he just switched on the turbo-charger! Almost before I know it,
his thing's jumping around in my mouth, and just moments after that, mine's
jumping around in his.
Suddenly it's all over. My head's spinning so fast, I
hardly know where I am, so it comes as a bit of a surprise to find myself back
where I started, snuggled up with Lukas, his sparkling blue eyes looking
directly into mine.
"I think you enjoyed that!" he whispers, giving me a
mischievous grin.
"Yeah" I gasp, still struggling for air. "It was
epic!"
"I loved it when you started stroking behind my balls.
Did Marcel teach you?"
"Yeah! It's really exciting, isn't it?"
"I'll have to show Carsten," he enthuses. "We've never
done that!"
"Cool! So what happens now?"
"D'you mind if I ask you something?" he says, like out
of nowhere.
"Of course not!"
"Does Marcel stick his dick up your bum?"
"No. He puts his finger up there; not his dick
though."
"I guess he is pretty big," Lukas says thoughtfully.
"It wouldn't be easy."
"Do you and Carsten do that?"
"Yeah! We love bum-sex!"
After pausing for a few moments, Lukas whispers right
into my ear.
"Can I put my dick up your bum?"
I swallow hard. Lukas's thing is a little bit thicker
than Marcel's index-finger. On the other hand, it's much smoother. I'm sure I
can do it. In fact, now I've thought about it, I really want to try it.
"Sure!" I say, grinning at him.
"Have you got any lube?"
"I think Marcel has," I say, grinning. "I'll ask him!"