Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2024 10:45:16 +0100
From: david@screeve.org
Subject: A Summer of Discovery 05

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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 5: Ben Goes To Monte Carlo
by David Heulfryn

I was still tired from the early start. I had no time to shower, just a
quick pee and wash. I was still shovelling down my cereal when Mr Fisher
told us to get on the coach. I braced myself for a long day. We would have
a long drive ahead of us if we were leaving so early.

The itinerary stated `Monaco'. I'd heard of the place. It was in France,
but it wasn't France. It was a separate country run by and for rich people.

Mr Fisher sat behind the driver and took hold of the microphone to talk to
us. He told us it would be an experience we'd never forget, but I don't
think anyone was looking forward to it. None of us thought there would be
anything fun for teenagers to do, ones without millions in the bank account
anyway. Fisher warned us the principality was tiny, and everything was
expensive. It turned out we couldn't afford to buy anything; even a Coke
would set us back twice as much as we would pay at the campsite shop, which
was more expensive than a corner shop. Fisher told us about places we might
want to visit, such as the Palais Princier, the Cathedral or the Jardin
Exotique.

We were allowed to split up, so the four of us walked around the shops in
Monte Carlo, looking at the expensive watches in a jeweller's window, each
saying which one we would buy if we had the money. I picked a flashy gold
Rolex with diamonds embedded around the rim. We walked on and found a car
showroom that was the most fun; we looked at the expensive cars, ran our
hands over their perfectly waxed bonnets and sat in the driver's
seat. Darren sat in a Ferrari, Pete put himself in the passenger seat, and
Andy and I waited as they played out their fantasy of driving around the
winding mountain roads of Monaco.

Out of nowhere, a very well-dressed young man came up to us. He spoke
French with a posh accent. We didn't understand a word.

"Hey, Mate. Just hold up a minute." I told him. "We can't understand a
bloody word."

He gave a heavy sigh and looked at Darren. "Get out of the car, please and
leave."

I feigned a posh accent, "I'll have you know that my Grandfather is the
Duke of Westminster, one of the wealthiest men in the United Kingdom. He
could buy all these cars without blinking. Back home, I drive a vintage
e-type Jaguar."

"Really!" The young man wasn't convinced.

I looked down at the young man's crisp suit; my eyes rested on his
crotch. It bulged slightly. "There's only one thing I want to ride in
here." I winked at him.

The young man threw us out and kept looking at us until we disappeared
around a corner.

I was bored. We were all bored. Many of the others stayed with the teachers
and took in a few sights; we thought about trying to find them just for
something to do but walked aimlessly.

Back at the shopping area, we spotted Calvin. He was all alone. He hadn't
spotted us, but Pete waved his arms and shouted. "Oi! Cal."

We ran over to him.

"You on your own?" Pete asked.

"Yup," Calvin responded.

He tried to put on a brave face, but it was apparent that something was
wrong.

"You ok, Cal?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

"You don't look ok," Darren said.

"Where's your mates?" I asked.

"Gone, pissed off on their own." He sounded angry.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Oh, we just got into a fight. It seems that the six of them think you guys
are weird queers and that I am, too, just for being in the same tent. They
were pretty nasty, and when I tried to defend you, they just turned on me."

Darren put his arm across Calvin's shoulder. "Sorry, mate. I know you were
mates for some time. They'll come round."

"I hope so," Calvin mumbled.

"In the meantime, you are staying with us," Darren chirped.

"Are you sure? I don't mind being on my own." Calvin seemed embarrassed at
the invitation.

"Definitely!" Darren grinned. "Guys that sleep together stick together."

Calvin looked at me and blushed. He looked cute when he blushed. I loved
the way his cheeks went red like a naughty schoolboy.

For the rest of the day, we stayed together as tent mates. We found our way
to a small beach; it wasn't sandy but consisted of small pebbles. Although
we'd brought our speedos in my backpack, there was nowhere private to
change, and the teachers had warned us to be careful as cameras covered
almost the entire principality. It also seemed there was about one
policeman to ten tourists. You could do nothing without being spied upon by
cameras or security. So we played it safe and just stayed in our shorts.

Calvin was quiet and felt out of place with the four of us. When Darren,
Pete and Andy ran into the water for a swim, I stayed behind with him. He
lay on his back soaking up the sun; I sat crossed legs next to him., I
occasionally glanced at him, taking in his smooth white chest and hoping to
see what lay within his oversized swim shorts. They gave nothing away.

He turned to tan his back.

"Do you want me to put sunblock on your back?" I asked.

"Sure," Calvin mumbled into his arm, where he rested his head.

I twisted around to grab the bottle from my backpack and squirted some onto
my palm. I rubbed the thick liquid in my hands to warm it up and then
carefully placed my hands on Calvin's shoulders.

I was glad we weren't wearing speedos as touching him made my dick swell,
and I quickly became hard. Thankfully, my shorts hid my dick.

Calvin was small and slender; even though he was the same age as the rest
of us, he was a good foot shorter and could have passed for much younger if
it weren't for his body. He had the body of a man and not a boy. His
shoulders were broad, and his hips slender. He was virtually hairless,
except for some wisps under his arms, and as I brought my hands down to his
waist, I saw the fine hairs that crept up from his arse and onto the small
of his back.

I had now covered his back with sunblock; I didn't want to linger and
frighten him. I quickly lay down on my front next to him, waiting for my
hard-on to go down. He didn't say anything to me, not even a thank you, and
when I looked at him, his eyes were closed. I wondered if he was asleep.

"You know they say the worst things about you." He wasn't asleep.

"I can imagine." I said, "But I don't give a shit what they say."

"They say you..."

"I'm well aware of what they think of me." I butted in. "But at least I am
my own man and not some uptight pussy chaser."

I never came out at school. I don't see why I should, but it was out in the
open that I preferred guys. It was only a few guys, like Calvin's friends,
that belonged in the dark ages with their bigoted views.

"They're just afraid of me. Of what I represent."

"They could beat the crap out of you," Calvin said.

"Of that, I'm sure. But that doesn't mean they're not afraid."

"I wish I could be as open as you." Calvin sighed.

"Why can't you? I've seen you around; you're not as uptight as they are and
are open to people. You listen. I never could understand why you were mates
with those arseholes."

"I suppose it just worked out that way. They were the first boys I met when
I started school six years ago."

"Not a very good basis for a friendship."

Calvin and I jumped as cold drops of water came splashing down on our
backs, and then Darren and Andy crashed onto the sand next to us, out of
breath. Pete followed.

"What have you guys been up to?" Darren teased.

"Nothing. Just soaking up the sun." I said. Calvin stayed quiet.

"I'm bored!" Andy raised his voice.

It was still two hours before we had to meet at the coach, and we had
nothing to do. It was possibly the longest two hours of my life. None of us
wanted to visit the museums or parks. We wanted to get back into our
Speedos and have some fun. But Monoco seemed to suck the fun out of us. We
felt repressed and judged because we were young and didn't have any money
to pay for the lavish lifestyle of the regular visitors. We sat on the
shingle beach chatting shit.

Back on the coach, I sat with Calvin. Darren didn't mind. We weren't joined
at the hip. Calvin was still quiet. He didn't say much at the beach; he
just listened and laughed when we all did.

"It was great spending the day with you," I told Calvin. "Get some new
blood in our group, or new spunk." I nudged him with my elbow and smiled at
him.

Calvin turned his head and looked out of the window, "But I'm still the
fifth wheel. Everyone knows that groups work best in even numbers. Look,"
He pointed at Darren, sitting on his own behind Andy and Pete, "Daz is
alone."

"No, he isn't. He's with Pete and Andy." I looked at Darren as he poked his
head between the seats in front of him. I watched as the three of them
laughed.

Beside me, Calvin yawned and leaned back into his seat. His eyes were
closed. I let him rest. I would have had more fun with Darren, but I sensed
that Calvin needed a friend. His old mates had cast him out, and I offered
him the reassurance that he could have new friends.

Calvin fell asleep; his body slipped, and his head rested on my shoulder. I
left him leaning against me. I was grateful that no one noticed; I didn't
want this sensitive soul to be teased further.



I was so grateful when we got back to the camp. At least now we could do
something. The five of us went to the camp rec room and set up the table
tennis table. None of us were any good and hadn't played in years, but we
started a little league and battled each other while the three that didn't
play cheered us on.

Darren felt confident and declared that the winner would get a blow job
from each loser.

"Don't be a wanker." I told him. "Winner just gets to gloat over the rest
of us."

"Good enough for me." Darren started to wave his bat around, hitting
imaginary balls. "You're all gonna lose."

Despite Darren's confidence, and we all thought he would win, Calvin proved
to be a little hustler and beat all four of us. I was the first he beat,
and Darren was the last. It was a close match, and as I cheered on Calvin,
I got dirty looks from Darren.

I was the first to congratulate Calvin. "I bet you wish you played for blow
jobs now," I whispered in his ear and made him blush.

Darren, along with Pete and Andy, behaved like a good sport but quickly
disappeared. I suspect Darren's pride was hurt, and wanted to lick his
wounds.

"Come on, Cal. Let's get outa here." I started to walk outside and headed
for the lake. Calvin followed. He quickly came up beside me, and we walked
together. He thought we were going back to the lake, but I took a little
dirt track that led around the lake. I didn't want to share Calvin at the
moment, and I didn't want to meet his old friends, who I was sure would be
messing around on the lake.

"Where're we going?" He asked, and I told him I fancied a walk and not
hanging out with the other guys.

I didn't know where the track led but was pleasantly surprised when we
approached a wood. A wooden fence surrounded it, and in our path was a
gate. We bolted over a gate and were soon surrounded by trees. I headed off
the beaten track and deeper inside. Now, I felt safe enough.

"Time to give you your prize." I turned to Calvin and rested my hand on his
crotch.

He looked nervous, but I felt movement under my hand in his shorts.

"You don't have to." He told me.

"I know."

I squeezed his crotch and pushed him back so he could lean against a
tree. Without letting him go, I breached the space between us, dipped my
head and placed my lips on his. He didn't recoil or push me away, so I
prised his mouth open and explored him with my tongue. Soon, our tongues
were duelling, rolling around each other, our saliva mixing and dribbling
down our chins. My hand was still on his crotch, but his dick grew hard and
pushed out into my palm. For only a second, I let him go so that I could
delve beneath the waistband of his shorts and feel his flesh. His dick was
warm and felt sticky to the touch from the day's sweat. I rubbed my hand
along his length and pressed the tip with my thumbs. It was wet.

Pulling my face away from Calvin, we both gasped for air. His mouth and
lips were very red, flushed with blood. His cheeks and chin glistened from
the afternoon sun which shone through the treetops.

Releasing his cock my hand went under his tee shirt and rubbed his firm
body. His skin was tight, his muscles underneath firm. I felt his nipples
and played with a while as I went back to kissing him. Or I should say we
kissed.

My hand made its way back to his cock, and I broke our kiss.

"This is why I don't mind losing." I lowered myself and crouched down in
front of his shorts, my hand was still inside, holding on firmly to his
cock, but my arm now lowered the front of his shorts so I could finally see
what my hand had been enjoying.

Calvin had a beautifully smooth and thick cock. There were no trace of
veins, and his long foreskin kept his knob covered even though he was
hard. I used my other hand to fumble with his shorts and get them past his
knees.

I didn't want to let go of his cock.

With his shorts now down and my hand slowly wanking him, my other hand
lifted his tee shirt, which covered the base of his cock. As I lifted it
higher, the most lush and thick set of black pubes emerged. My hand went
straight to them, running my fingers through the coarse hairs, some getting
caught in my nails. I was amazed to see such a full bush for someone with
very little hair on his body and just a few wisps under his arms. Like a
moth to a flame, I leant forward and started to lick and suck his pubes. I
loved the feel of them in my mouth and on my nose as I moistened them with
my spit.

But enough. I wanted his cock now.

I released it from my grip and pulled my face from his pubes. It looked at
me, enticing me. I wrapped my lips around his knob and gripped it firmly. I
pulled down his foreskin and allowed my tongue to play with his sensitive
head. Above me, Calvin squirmed and groaned as my tongue licked the stale
sweat from his cock and swallowed it.

I pushed my head down, swallowing his cock; my tongue rubbed against the
underside of his shaft, and I felt Calvin pull his hips back, trying to
pull his cock away from me. I held him tight and went down the rest of the
way. My nose was now deep in his bush, inhaling his sweat. His cock rubbed
the back of my throat. I made a sound to vibrate the tip of his
cock. Calvin exhaled sharply. "Oh shit!"

Pulling back, I teased his shaft again and gave his knob a rest, as I
didn't want him to cum too soon. I didn't go down as far as I took him back
in. His pubic hair was millimetres from my nose, and I looked up at
him. His eyes were closed, and his face tilted to the sky. His mouth hung
open as he sucked in deep breaths.

My hands slid down from his hips and back towards his arse. His buttocks
kept flexing as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. With each flex, my
fingers got closer to his crack and then deep inside his crack. His
buttocks were muscular and gripped hard.

I needed a distraction to get my finger closer.

With my lips and tongue, I went into a full-on assault of his knob, no
ridge left untouched. It began to drive Calvin crazy, and I knew he would
soon explode. But the distraction worked, and I got my finger to his
hole. With a big push, I swallowed his cock and pushed my finger inside
him. It immediately found his prostate.

"Argh!" Calvin groaned.

It was too much for Calvin. With his cock lodged in my throat, he came. And
he came. I had not expected it and nearly choked but pulled away slightly
so it would pool around and under my tongue. His arse clamped down on my
finger as his cock continued to spew cum.

As his cock calmed, I withdrew my finger and pulled back so his cock fell
from my lips.

I swallowed. He tasted sweet.

More to come...



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