Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2024 09:53:12 -0000
From: david@screeve.org
Subject: A Summer of Discovery 03: Speedo Fun

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School may be over, but some students are going on a final school trip to
the South of France. Despite not knowing the language, Ben Masters joins
his friends and enjoys the sea, sun and sand. While enjoying their holiday
Ben and his friends throw themselves in the cuture and make some amazing
discoveries.

Disclaimer: Please note that this story is fictional and took place in the
imagination of the writer, nothing written ever happened. These fictional
characters may or may not practice safe sex, however these are merely words
and I would always advocate the practice of safe sex in the real world.
Some of these fictional characters' actions may not also be legal in all or
any places in the world, and these fictional stories are not meant
encourage any reader to break any of their local laws. Anything can happen
in our imaginations, but in the real world we are bound by
restrictions. Play safe.

Now, fire up your imaginations and let the fun begin...


A Summer of Discovery

Chapter 3: Speedo Fun
by David Heulfryn

There was no real urgency to get up the following morning. The teachers
knew we'd be tired from the journey, and we were allowed to get up in our
own time, as long as that time was before nine o'clock. After that, the
teachers would go into the tents and drag the stragglers out of their
sleeping bags. I woke up quite early; I suppose it was because I slept
through yesterday afternoon. Darren slept next to me, his naked torso half
out of his sleeping bag; it was a warm night, so we slept in our
underwear. It seemed natural for Darren to share my compartment, with Pete
and Andy sharing the middle one, and it suited everyone that Calvin was
alone in the end one; after all, he wasn't really our friend.

I'm not a morning person and didn't particularly enjoy fighting for a
toilet stall or sink to wash my face. I remember thinking a hotel with an
en suite would be perfect.

The tent on cooking duty that day had gotten breakfast ready by the time I
got back from the ablution hut. I threw my wash bag and towel in the tent
and went to the breakfast table.

The girls that made breakfast looked tired and bedraggled; they hadn't had
time to do their hair or anything else. And breakfast looked just as bad as
the girls. It couldn't have taken much effort to boil some water for tea or
coffee, grill some toast and throw some boxes of cereal on the tables with
a stack of bowls and a pile of spoons.

"Bacon, sausage, egg and beans, please," I said to Mandy, the girl behind
the gas stove, watching the water heat up in the kettle.

"Very fucking funny." She glared at me. "Just shut the fuck up and have
toast and cereal like everyone else."

"Ah, don't be like that. I can't start the day right unless I get a thick
sausage inside me." I smiled back at her.

"So I've heard." She giggled.

I winked at her and went to get some breakfast.

Some girls were sitting, whispering to each other. They looked up at me as
I sat down and grabbed a bowl. I nodded a silent hello to them and filled
my bowl with the cheap cornflakes nearest me. I searched for some milk but
couldn't find any.

"Where's the fucking milk?" I glared at Mandy.

"It's coming now." She looked behind me.

I turned and saw two girls with Mrs Williams walking towards me, each
holding a large carton of milk.

"Here you go, Ben." Miss Williams handed me a carton. "And please don't
shout and swear. We don't want the other campers thinking we're a bunch of
football hooligans." She spoke calmly.

"Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss." I held up the carton of milk. "And thank you,
Miss." I smiled at her, trying to look innocent.

I poured the milk over my generic cornflakes and spooned some into my
mouth.

"Oh, Christ." I spat it out onto the yellowing grass. "It's fucking warm."

"Ben!" Miss Williams shouted at me. "Language!"

"Sorry, Miss."

"What did you expect on a camping trip? Five-star accommodation with room
service and a minibar?"

"It'll just take some getting used to," I told her. "I've not been camping
for years, not since I was eleven. I had hoped things had gotten better."

She frowned at me as I reluctantly ate my cereal with lukewarm milk. I
wished I'd had toast.

I was one of the first up, except those on breakfast duty, but I think my
raised voice and choice of expletives had stirred a few others as they
slowly began to emerge from their tents, and the tables got more crowded.

As it got closer to nine o'clock, I saw Mr Fisher going into the boys'
tents, telling them to get up. I went to wake up Darren and the others.

Darren grunted when I shook him awake, as did Pete and Andy when I entered
their compartment. I then went to wake up Calvin.

I wasn't expecting him to be awake already. "Oh, sorry."

Calvin was lying on his back, his hands behind his head, just staring at
the canvas roof above his head. I looked at his smooth chest and the
tickles of hair in his armpits. If it weren't for the vacant look on his
face, he would have looked cute.

He didn't acknowledge my presence.

"Are you alright?" He seemed to be upset or depressed. I felt that
something was wrong.

"Yep. Just couldn't be arsed to get up." Calvin didn't sound convincing.

"Well, you'd better get up now, or you'll have Fisher dragging you out."

I left him, not bothering to zip his compartment back up. I hoped he
wouldn't be like this for the next two weeks.



At around half past ten, we were all loaded onto the coach to take us to
the local beach. I winked at Charlie as I boarded, who was sitting behind
the wheel; my arsehole twitched at the memory of his thick cock fucking
me. I wondered if we'd get the chance to do it again. My cock throbbed,
hoping we could find the time and space to fuck again.

After a short fifteen-minute drive, the coach parked. Mr Fisher treated us
like children rather than the adults we were by giving a lecture before we
were allowed to get off. I suppose he thought we were a bunch of immature
eighteen-year-olds.

"Before you get off the coach, I just want to explain a few things." Mr
Fisher began. "Firstly, be back here at four o'clock sharp. No being late!
Anyone who is late will spend the rest of the trip chaperoned by a
teacher." He then emphasised "at all times" to drive home the point.

"At the far right of the beach, there," Fisher pointed behind him and
through the coach's windscreen, "are the beachfront shops where you can get
something to eat and souvenirs if you want."

He then went on to explain the different sections of the beach. I didn't
realise the French were so organised.

"The beach is split roughly into three sections," Fisher explained. "The
area in front of the shops is a designated family area; you generally find
the younger kids and their parents there."

Fisher then pointed at the coach door.

"The area where we are is generally where the older families and adults
come." Mr Fisher drew a deep breath, "and about half a mile on the right is
the nudist area."

Most of the boys started cheering and whistling. Some girls told us not to
be so childish.

"Yes, boys, just calm down. If you want to go there, then it is not
clothing optional; you have to be naked, or you'll be told to leave."

"How do you know that, Sir?" Pete shouted. "You tried it already?" The
coach erupted in hysterics.

"Hilarious, Peter." Mr Fisher frowned. "Now, just settle down. I should
also point out that the French are a lot more relaxed about their bodies,
and you might find a few ladies sunbathing topless." He quickly stopped any
more jeering from the boys. "And I want you all to be on your best
behaviour. No leering, staring or teasing them. It is perfectly normal over
here. I expect you boys to act like perfect gentlemen. Understood!"

No one said anything.

"Understood!"

"Yes, Sir." All of us boys spoke in unison.

"Right. We'll be on the beach too, so just come to one of us if you have
any questions or problems. We don't intend to keep a close eye on all of
you, but if we see any silliness or stupidity, you'll be sent back to the
coach to sit and wait until we're ready to leave. Okay then. Go and have
some fun."

Fisher nodded at Charlie to open the door, and we filed out.

"Well, guys, let's go see some titties," Darren said but got a very
disapproving look from a nearby teacher.

"Sorry, Sir." He apologised.

Darren, Peter, Andy, and I ran down to the beach and picked a clear spot in
the beaming sun, not too far from the sea. I laid out a couple of towels to
claim our area, and we stripped off our tee shirts. I stuffed them in my
rucksack with our wallets and sunglasses, and we all charged into the
Mediterranean Sea.

We didn't swim. We just messed around, play-fighting and
wrestling. Everyone near us moved away, giving us plenty of space, not
wanting to get caught up in our messing.

Darren lunged at me, and we went underwater. I struggled to get free,
desperate to breathe, but he held me down. I wriggled, eventually slipping
out of his clutches, and rose to the surface, gasping for air.

"You bastard, Daz." I cried.

"You won't squirm free from this next hold." He lunged at me again.

His arms wrapped around my body, and we sank under the water again. This
time he let go, and I was thinking of getting my own back when I felt his
hand grab me between the legs; he grabbed my dick and balls tightly through
my swim shorts, and I screamed in a high pitch squeal as my head emerged
from the water. No one could tell, but my eyes were watering.

Darren lifted me off my feet by the balls and threw me aside.

"Right, who's next for the special Daz treatment?" Darren sneered and
lunged at Andy.

I could tell that Darren was doing the same to Andy, who didn't seem to
find it amusing, and then Darren made a play for Peter.

"Come on, Andy, let's get our own back," I shouted.

As Darren was pulling Pete underwater, we jumped on him. Pete then joined
in, grabbing Darren by the balls and squeezing tight. We threw him in the
air and dunked him under the water. He let go of Pete and gargled as our
surprise attack made him swallow some salty water.

"Come on, guys, get his shorts off," Andy called out.

All six of our hands dived for Darren's shorts and tugged them in all
directions.

"Guys!" Darren complained, but we didn't listen.

After a coordinated attack, we kicked Darren's feet from under him, dunked
his head underwater and slipped his shorts off. Andy ran to the shore,
holding his shorts. Pete tried to follow, but Darren had a firm grip on his
shorts and was trying to pull them off. I grabbed Darren, trying to shake
his hands off Pete, but his grip was fierce. Brute force wasn't going to
help, so I changed tactics and plunged a finger up his arse.

Darren squealed and let go of Pete. I pushed him over and ran to the shore
with Pete.

We were like three little kids giggling at a forlorn-looking Darren, naked
and alone in the sea.

"Come on, guys." He shouted at us. "This ain't fair." He stood chest-deep
in the sea, and although no one could see below the surface, his hands were
covering his genitals.

"Come and get them." Andy waved Darren's shorts in the air, teasing him.

"You bastards!" Darren shouted. He looked around at the people in the water
and thought, fuck it. He started wading to the shore.

I watched as he waded ashore, and the sea level dropped to his waist. He
stopped when the top of his pubes started to show. He pleaded with us again
to give back his shorts. We just laughed and told him to come and get them.

Darren then came closer, his hands covering his modesty.

"What the hell is going on here?" Fisher came striding towards us.

Darren knelt in the water to cover his crotch.

"Give him back his shorts!" He wasn't amused.

"Yes, Sir." Andy waded in and threw Darren his shorts.

"If I see any more of this behaviour, you'll spend the rest of the day on
the coach. Am I clear!"

"Yes, Sir." We all replied.

We went back to our spot and lay down in the sun.

"I'll get you all back," Darren promised. "I don't know when or where, but
trust me, I'll get you all back."

We laughed at his empty threat, grabbed our sunglasses and lay on our
towels.

It was me who suggested that we really ought to put some sun cream on.

We all sat and smeared cream over ourselves.

"I'll do your backs!" I called, securing the arduous task of rubbing sun
cream into the backs of my three friends.

I had to finish them off quickly as my dick was starting to respond to the
feel of their toned bodies and smooth skin.

I passed Darren the bottle and asked him to do it for me. I lay on my
front, my dick making a slight indentation in the sand beneath me.

Once my dick had calmed down, I turned over and sat up, drawing my feet
close and hugging my knees with my arms; the others lay on their backs and
were quietly breathing as if they were asleep. I sat and watched the people
on the beach.

Most guys on the beach wore speedos, even the younger kids. We seemed to be
the odd ones out as very few guys wore swim shorts.

I noticed a young couple on the shoreline; the man filled out his speedos
nicely, and she was topless. I elbowed Darren and whispered for him to take
a look. Darren lifted his head, saw the lady, and said to tell him if I saw
something more interesting.

It wasn't long before I did see something interesting. This time, a young
couple was walking along the beach. They were heading up to the nudist
area, dressed like they were already there. No one on the beach paid them
any attention. Perhaps it was normal for people to walk through naked as
they went to the nudist beach, but I did nudge Darren again, and he sat up
and watched with me this time.

"That is one meaty dick he's got swinging there," Darren whispered.

"Uh-huh." I tried not to drool.

"I wouldn't mind playing with that."

"Are you two guys talking about dick again?" Pete asked.

Pete and Andy sat up but couldn't see what we'd seen as they had walked
past us by now. Only their backsides were now on show.

"He could crack walnuts between those cheeks," Andy said.

"Well, I wouldn't mind him cracking my nuts," Pete responded, and we all
chuckled.

It was getting close to lunchtime. "I'm hungry," I stated. "Let's get
something to eat."

We dusted off the sand from our bodies and threw on our tee shirts. I
grabbed my rucksack, and we went to the shops.

The hot sand burned our feet as they sank as we walked. We struggled and
stumbled as the sand got into our sandals, the tiny grains aggravating our
skin.

As we meandered between people, I would check out the guys. Well, the cute
ones.

As my eyes darted from one hot guy's bulge to another, I noticed Charlie
sunbathing alone, his eyes shielded by retro silver-rimmed sunglasses.

The others also noticed him.

"Whoa, Charlie. What are you wearing there?" Darren called out to him.

Charlie pulled down his glasses and peered over at us. "You guys must have
noticed that speedos are the norm out here. It's you lot that look
strange. You should try and fit in with the locals."

I couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his aqua-blue speedos. I wanted
his dick again. I wanted to suck him and get fucked by him. But I had to
stop myself from dreaming as my cock thickened and started to show through
my shorts. Charlie looked at me and just smiled as he noticed the effect he
was having on me.

After joking with Charlie, we left and grabbed a burger and a drink at one
of the cabins just off the beach. After eating, we checked out the shops.

It was your usual seaside shops, eateries, tobacconists and plenty of
souvenir shops. We looked around a few of them, but everything seemed tacky
and overpriced.

The fun started when we went into a beach clothing shop. It was full of
shorts, tee shirts, hats, sunglasses, everything you might need for a day
on the beach if you'd forgotten to pack something. At the back of the shop,
they sold swimwear. I went over to take a look.

"Hey, Daz. Check these out." I held out a pair of light blue speedos and
threw them to him. "I reckon you'd look good in these."

"Not as good as Pete would." He came over to me and whispered in my ear. "I
bet they'd have trouble containing him. But I'd sure like to see him try."

"Come on, guys." I beckoned Pete and Andy all over. "Let's all get a
pair. It'll be fun, and they're not that expensive, only twenty euros."

"It's going to be embarrassing," Andy said.

"Don't be a chicken. We'll look just like all the other guys out there. And
you never know, you might finally get some attention, even if you don't get
any action." Pete chided.

I threw a pair to each of the guys. I guessed their size, so I hoped they'd
fit, and we made our way to the fitting rooms at the back of the shop.

Pete and Andy grabbed the two vacant cubicles, leaving Darren and me
waiting for the third to become available. We didn't have to wait long. I
pushed Darren inside and quickly followed, ensuring no one saw us.

"I can't wait to get you in these," I told him.

I pulled at the elastic of his oversized swim shorts and pulled them down
to his ankles. Like a good boy, he stepped out of them. My eyes were on the
level of his limp cock, and I licked my lips. I bent forward and kissed his
foreskin. "I wanted to suck you on the coach the other day," I told his
cock. "But I had to settle to only feeling you in the palm of my hand."

Darren sighed, and I could see his cock fill out slightly.

I forced my eyes away from his growing cock and looked down at his feet. I
held open the speedos and watched Darren place one foot in and then the
other. I pulled them up, catching them on his cock as I reached his
groin. I pulled at the speedos and let his cock slip inside.

I rose to my feet. Darren was looking at his pulsating cock. I knew he
wanted me to touch it.

I pushed my hand down the front of his speedos. My fingers curled around
his thickening flesh, he wasn't quite hard, and I just about managed to
arrange his cock so that it pointed to the left.

"Perfect," I said. "You look good enough to eat."

"You can eat all you want." Darren looked at me.

The speedos didn't stay on for long as I pulled them down, releasing his
cock, which was growing harder in anticipation of my lips gripping it
tightly.

Watching his foreskin slide back over his growing knob, I saw a drop of
clear liquid emerge from his hole, growing ever bigger until gravity
started to pull it down to the earth. As the drop grew longer, I waited.

I waited until it snapped and fell to earth. Like a lizard, my tongue
darted out and caught it as it fell to the floor.

Proud of my quick reflexes, I opened my mouth and engulfed Darren's now
hard cock. I went straight down, taking every inch into my mouth and
feeling the tip tickle my throat. As I breathed, my nose sucked up some
stray strands of his mousy pubic hair.

I sneezed.

With Darren's cock still stuck in my throat, I sneezed.

I pulled back slightly and could hear Darren whispering to me how great it
felt, and a stream of fresh pre-cum coated my tongue.

My fingers clutched Darren's buttocks, and I started sucking him, his cock
going in and out of my mouth, my lips holding on tightly to his exposed
knob, so it was never truly free. My fingers kneaded Darren's fleshy arse,
his smooth skin allowing my fingers to glide easily.

I went further in, and my fingertips started to feel the short hairs that
emanated from his arsehole.

Darren sucked in air through his teeth as my fingertip touched his hole. I
felt it twitching, trying to grab my finger and suck it inside.

His hole opened effortlessly to accommodate a welcome intruder. I delved
deep, flexing my finger against the walls of his passage, spiralling my way
to its destination.

Like a firm walnut, I found it.

Darren inhaled sharply and was treated to another drink of pre-cum. My
tongue wrapped around his knob, stimulating his ridges and flicking the
underside.

Feeling the pressure of his gripping sphincter on my finger, I pulled the
shaft of his cock from my mouth. With my head still, my tongue played with
his tip. My finger assaulted his prostate further, and his cock continued
to leak.

His arse gripped my finger even harder, and I felt his cock try to jerk
free from my lips. My mouth tightened against his cock as I didn't want to
make a mess which we might have to explain to a shop assistant.

With my free hand, I gripped the shaft of his cock as it thickened and
throbbed. I sucked hard on his knob, eager to taste him, eager to have him
coat my mouth and teeth.

I was used to Darren by now and knew that when he came, his cock violently
lurched and spewed cum like a firehose.

The first shot flew from his cock, hit the back of my throat and slid down;
I never even got a taste. Then his cock sprayed cum inside me. It was like
a spray can, painting my mouth with his thick, white cum. My lips stayed
locked on him until he stopped.

I slowly withdrew my finger from his arse and freed his cock from my
lips. I rolled my tongue around my mouth, gathered up his cum and swallowed
it. He always tasted both sweet and sour.

His cock now glistened under the harsh fluorescent lights, a mixture of cum
and saliva. I took in his cock again and cleaned it the best I could until
he pulled me off it, his knob becoming too sensitive.

"That was great, Ben. I needed that. It's tough not being able to jerk off
at night. Just imagine if Mr Fisher caught me."

Darren grabbed his swim shorts and pulled them back on. "Well, my speedos
fit fine. You check yours."

I quickly pulled down my shorts and put on the light blue Speedos. They fit
very snugly, and I could feel them lifting my stuff and pushing them out,
making them look even more prominent.

I gave my bulge a firm squeeze. If I weren't in a shop, I would have
squeezed and rubbed it until I got hard, then wanked myself until I came in
them. But my release would have to wait. Pete and Andy were outside,
wondering what was taking us so long.

I changed back into my swim shorts, and we left to join them.

We queued up by the counter to pay for our speedos. Behind the counter was
a young lady; she couldn't have been much older than us, and her face was a
picture when we showed up, each handing her a pair of Speedos, each paying
separately.

"You English boys will look good in these." She commented as she imagined
us wearing them.

After we all paid and were about to leave, she blew us a kiss and said. "Au
revoir mes choux."



Back at the beach, we tried to find a private spot to change into our new
Speedos but couldn't. We sat with our backs against the beachfront wall and
quickly changed. I don't think anyone saw us; if they did, they weren't
bothered. But they were so uncomfortable when I stood up; sand had stuck to
my skin, and the tiny grains irritated me.

"I've got sand in my crack," I said as I pulled them back down, exposing my
arse and rubbing my hand up and down between my cheeks to push the sand
away.

The guys started laughing, and Darren came up behind me and pressed his
crotch against my arse.

"That is so tempting." And he thrust forward, causing me to lose balance
and fall face-first into the sand.

Their laughing got louder as I got to my feet, pulling my speedos back over
my arse and spitting sand out of my mouth.

"Very funny, Daz. But next time, wait until you're asked before you try and
fuck me."

"Don't I always."

Andy wrinkled his forehead, not sure if we were just kidding around or not;
Pete knew better, and I swear I saw his cock twitch inside his speedos. You
could see the outline of his cock clearly as it lay on his balls and to the
right, with the tip pressed against his thigh. He was well blessed in the
cock department, and I just loved looking at it. Soft, it was at least six
inches long and quite thick. But hard. It grew even longer and thicker. I
was lucky enough to taste him a few times, he knew Darren and I fucked
around, and he would like to get a bit of action occasionally. As usual, it
was only me doing the servicing. Darren and Pete just took advantage of my
willing mouth. I hadn't persuaded Pete to go further yet, but I yearned for
his thick cock up my arse. I wanted him to stretch me as wide as he
could. But Pete was still afraid. Afraid of the gay tag and what it
meant. If only I could get him to relax and explore sex and explore my
hole.

The four of us walked along the beach, arms wrapped around our neighbours'
shoulders. We found Charlie, our coach driver.

"Wow, guys. You look fucking great. Now, don't you feel much better showing
all the guys and girls what you've got?"

I noticed his hand reach down and squeeze his bulge, we were making him
horny, but he had enough control that he didn't get hard.

More to come...



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