Camp
Naturiste
By
Pink Panther
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Chapter
Nine
Lukas
It's
early on Friday morning. As always, Carsten and I are sleeping in our pup-tent.
The last few days have been amazing! I love being with Marcel. Since we first
did it, he's fucked me five more times: twice on Tuesday, once on Wednesday and
twice again yesterday.
We've
done it several different ways too. I prefer to do it with me lying on
my back, but as long as he doesn't want me lying face-down with him on top of
me, I don't really mind how he does it.
As
I open my eyes, it's already light, the strong sunshine making the inside of
the tent warm and bright. I check my watch. It's half past five.
"Are
you awake?" Carsten asks.
"No,
I'm a ghost!" I quip. "What time are we meeting the others today?"
"Two
o'clock. Marcel has to work this morning."
"So I'll have to wait till then?"
"Of
course not! You can have mine right now!"
As
it's so warm here, we've been sleeping on top of our sleeping bags. After lubing himself up, Carsten shuffles across. As soon as he's
spooned up behind me, I cock my right leg. A moment later, his hard cock is
making its way up my bum.
"Mmmmm!" I purr. "That's nice!"
"D'you
remember Sunday evening?" he whispers, gently rocking backwards and forwards.
"Yeah?"
"You
and J-P did a sixty-nine."
"Yeah!
Right!"
"Would
you like to do it again?"
"Yeah,
but I thought we were supposed to . . ."
"We
can do that as well!"
"So J-P and I will do a sixty-nine, then you and Marcel will
fuck us?"
"Exactly!
So are you ready for mine now?"
"I'm
always ready!" I tell him.
Settling
himself in, he starts to fuck me properly.
"Oh,
yes!" I breathe. "Now give me your spunk!"
"Don't
worry," he responds, his hot breath flooding my nostrils. "I will!"
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Marcel
This
week has been amazing! I really enjoy the responsibility of being in charge of
the campground. I have to make sure that everything's kept clean and tidy, and
that our guests are happy with the facilities and the service. But as the
campground's a substantial chunk of our family income, it's important that I give
it one hundred per cent, and don't mess up.
Actually,
it has been quite tiring, but I don't care! In between, I've had a fantastic
time! I'm not quite sure what to make of their parents, but Carsten and Lukas
are great kids! Hooking up with them has been such a bonus!
Right
now, it's half past three. After spending a very pleasant hour at the lake, the
four of us are on the way to our hiding place among the evergreen oaks.
Unusually, Carsten's walking with me, while Lukas is with J-P. Carsten's
dawdling too, so we're now several metres behind the younger boys.
"D'you
remember Sunday evening?" he asks quietly, "when those two did a sixty-nine?"
"Sure!
That was hot!"
"Well,
I've suggested to Lukas that they start things off by doing that again while we
watch, and he said okay. Only we won't just watch.
Once they've got going, we'll fuck their arses!"
"Wow!
That'd be really hot! Are you sure they'll be okay with it?"
"Lukas
will! He can't get enough of your cock!"
I
think for a moment. I'm sure J-P won't object.
"Okay
then!" I say, grinning. "You're on!"
"Make
sure you don't say anything though," he warns. "We're going to make it a
surprise!"
"Cool!"
For
a few seconds we walk on in silence, my head filled with questions. Finally, I
can't hold back.
"Carsten,"
I ask. "Don't your mum and dad have any idea what you guys get up to?"
"Oh,
they know Lukas and I are having sex," he says casually. "As long as we don't
do it in front of them, they're okay with it."
"Wow!"
"To
be honest, I don't think they'd be too bothered about us hooking up with you
two either. We just have to keep it out of sight. They wouldn't be too happy
about us going with Jurgen, so we have to be a bit careful there, but it's not
a problem."
It's
so different from what I'm used to, I find it hard to get my head around it.
"Let
me explain something," Carsten says. "Mum and Dad are great! We can talk to
them about absolutely anything. They never get mad; they just explain stuff the
way they see it. They encourage us to work hard at school. If we need help with
anything, they always make sure we get it. Most of the time, they can do that
themselves. When it comes to stuff like football, you know, things that we
want to do, they always make sure we have what we need. I grew out of my last
pair of football boots in six months. They just went out and bought me a new
pair. If we've got a match or a training session, they always make sure we can
get there and back. If there's no other way of doing it, they'll take us. They
don't stay to watch like some parents do, because Dad always tells us `You have
to want to do it,' which is pretty cool. So don't think that they don't care about us,
because it's not like that!"
"Well,
thanks for telling me," I say, smiling. "I sort of understand now."
"That's
okay!" he says. "They're not `normal' parents. They give us way more freedom
than most kids have, so people get the wrong idea."
Speeding
up a bit, we catch up with J-P and Lukas just as we reach the junction. Turning
onto the narrow side-path, we make our way towards the grove of oak trees.
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Jean-Pierre
With
Lukas and me leading the way, we arrive at our hiding place.
"So you want us to start this off by doing a sixty-nine?"
Lukas asks, turning to his brother.
"Sure!
Just for starters, of course!"
"Well,
I'm up for it!" I say confidently.
Why
wouldn't I be? I'd like to do another
sixty-nine with Lukas anyway, and afterwards, I'll be with Carsten, just like I
usually I am. I think that's the best of both worlds!
Lukas
and I settle down under one of the trees, me lying on my left side, Lukas on
his. As soon as we've got comfortable, we begin to suck each other, taking it
nice and steady. Slipping my hand between his legs, I begin to stroke Lukas
behind his balls. A moment later, he's doing the same to me. It feels
wonderful!
Suddenly,
Lukas's right leg cocks up, and right in front of my eyes, I see my big brother's
cock forcing its way up Lukas's bum! Wow! I've seen Lukas getting fucked
before, but never from as close as this!
I
know what's going to happen next. Sure enough, a moment or two later my right
leg is lifted up, and Carsten starts thrusting his dick into me. Without really
thinking about it, Lukas and I stop actively sucking. The way the older guys
are fucking us, our mouths are automatically going up and down on each other's
cock!
To
be fair, Carsten and Marcel aren't going mad. They're just giving us a nice
steady fuck. Even so, this has to be the wildest thing we've done. The only
disappointment is that it doesn't last very long. After barely two minutes,
Lukas and I each have a dry cum, and just a few seconds after that, we get our
bums filled.
Rather
gingerly, we pull apart. As usual, Carsten hasn't cum that much, so I leave it
inside me, while Lukas squats down to let out the thick white cream that
Marcel's just pumped into him.
"I
thought the idea was for you guys to fuck us after we'd done the sixty-nine,
not while we were doing it!" he says, smirking at his brother.
"Oh,
we wanted to spice things up a bit!" Carsten responds, grinning back.
"Well,
it was way too fast!" Lukas insists. "We've been here less than five minutes!
If we're going to do that again, we want a nice slow build-up first!"
"Good
point!" Marcel agrees, smiling appreciatively.
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Marcel
Once
again, it's just after nine when J-P and I hit the sack.
"Marcel,"
he asks, reversing into me. "How come your spunk's
thick and creamy and Carsten's isn't?"
"Mainly
because I'm two years older than he is," I explain. "As I understand it,
Carsten has only been able to cum for a few months. When you first start
squirting, your stuff's always thin and watery like Carsten's is. Then over a
period of, I don't know, eighteen months maybe, it gradually gets thicker and
turns white. It varies a lot, because everyone's different."
"So
how long have you been able to cum?"
"About
two and a half years. The first time was just after I turned thirteen."
"Oh,
right! When d'you think I'll be able to?"
"It's
impossible to say," I reply gently, wrapping my arm around him. "But you're much
further ahead of the curve than I was, so I wouldn't be surprised if you start
to cum before you're twelve."
"Cool!"
he whispers.
Barely
a minute later, he's asleep in my arms.