Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2024 09:13:35 +0100
From: david@screeve.org
Subject: A Summer of Discovery 07

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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 7: Cooking Chores by David Heulfryn

We barely made it back to the coach on time. We forgot the time until I
checked my watch. Then we all started to run. We were still naked and got
some very appreciative looks from the ladies as we ran by with our cocks
swinging. I swear I could sometimes hear Pete's thick and heavy cock slap
his thighs as we ran.

I didn't notice that we had passed the border of the naturist beach, but
Andy saw a guy in black trunks.

He grabbed my arms and pulled me to a stop. I had the bag with all our
clothes on. "We need to cover up!" Andy gasped.

The others stopped and looked back as I rummaged through my bag. I threw
Speedos at them, not caring whose was whose. We all covered up and started
to run again.

Mr Fisher was pouting as we ran barefoot across the car park.

"About time, boys." He was unhappy, but we were only one minute late.

We ignored him, got on the coach and found our seats. People cheered as
they watched us walk down the aisle, our bulges inches from their
faces. One girl reached out and tried to tease me by attempting to grab my
bulge. I stopped and thrust my hips towards her.

"You can touch if you give me a hand job later." I grinned.

She knew I wasn't bluffing and laughed. Behind me, Calvin pushed my
shoulder, moving me on.

I sat next to Calvin. He was breathing heavily but was smiling. I looked
sideways at him. I was pleased he was enjoying himself. I'd never seen a
more genuine smile on his face before. His old friends didn't make him feel
this good. I resisted feeling his bulge. I wanted to, but I knew it would
freak him out if I did it in public. I'd had to wait until later.

Any plans I may have had were blown away as the coach reached the campsite.

"Can we go to the lake, Mr Fisher?" I called out.

"It's still early, so those not on cooking duties can go to the lake. But
be back by six o'clock."

"Fuck!" I was frustrated.

"Language, Ben!" Mr Fisher chastised me.

I'd forgotten we were on cooking duty today. I had hoped to go swimming in
the lake, take Calvin aside, and keep that sweet smile on his
face. Instead, we were going to be stuck doing chores.

We followed Mr Fisher to the cooking tent. It must have looked strange to
the observer: five teenage boys wearing nothing but light blue Speedos
following a middle-aged man dressed in a formal shirt and trousers. All he
needed was a tie to look like he did in school.

He turned and looked at us, "Aren't you boys going to get dressed?"

"We're alright like this, Sir," I answered for the others. "We're
comfortable like this, and it's bloody hot, Sir."

Mr Fisher frowned but didn't mention my softer swearing. He went into the
cooking tent and came out with some aprons.

"Put these on." He threw one at each of us. "I'm not going to be held
responsible for you getting burnt." He then went back into the cooking tent
and brought out our laminated instructions and two massive tins. "Here you
go, boys. Follow the instructions and let me know if you have any
questions."

I took the laminated sheet from him, and Calvin grabbed the tins. It was
minced beef in a tomato-based sauce.

"Spag Bol, fellas!" I called out to the others. "We need to heat this
dubious meat and sauce and cook some pasta."

Mr Fisher pulled out a small camping stove and began to boil some water to
make himself and the other teachers a cup of tea or coffee.

Darren emerged from the tent with two massive stainless steel cooking
pots. I switched on the campingaz and filled one with water.

"Just get the water boiling. I'll tell you when to start the pasta." Mr
Fisher yelled at us as his small kettle began to whistle. "It'll take ages
to get that water boiling. And put those damn aprons on!" He shouted.

I put my apron on and went into the tent. I ensured I was alone and slipped
off my Speedos. I tucked them into my apron pocket and went back out to
help with the cooking.

Calvin struggled to open the cans. They were far larger than anything he'd
tried to open before.

I snuck up behind him. "Need help handling such large equipment."

Calvin jumped and dropped the can opener.

"I'm used to dealing with oversized objects." I picked up the can opener
and brushed Calvin aside to finish opening the cans.

Darren and Andy busied themselves getting the plates, bowls and cutlery
ready and on the tables. Pete was sent to the campsite shop for the bread
Fisher had ordered.

I heard Calvin giggle as he noticed my bare arse. "You are unbelievable."
He said softly.

"Why don't you join me?" I grinned.

"No chance! I don't want to get into trouble with Fisher." We talked in
hushed tones as we didn't want him to hear.

"Well, how about we make a deal," I suggested conspiratorially, and Calvin
furrowed his brow. "If I can make the others do the same, will you do it?
We can see how long it takes for anyone to notice."

Calvin sighed, "Okay." He wasn't sure but didn't want to be left out.

I smiled and slapped him on the back, "I knew you'd do it." I then saw Pete
walking back, holding several baguettes in his arms.

"Hey, Pete!" I shouted to him, "Is that a baguette in your Speedos, or are
you just pleased to see me?" Calvin giggled beside me.

"Don't be so crude, Ben!" Mr Fisher yelled at me.

I ignored him, "Pete, I'm hungry, and I can't wait to nibble on the crusty
end of your baguette."

"Ben!" Mr Fisher looked angry. His face was red, "stop with your disgusting
innuendo."

"What's wrong with saying I want to nibble on the end of Pete's crusty
baguette?" I feigned innocence. "It's your dirty mind, Sir."

"Don't push it, Ben." I don't think Mr Fisher had any sense of humour.

Pete put the baguettes on the table. I held the opened tins over a pot and
asked Calvin to grab a spoon to ease out the contents. The cans were heavy,
the meat looked congealed, the sauce thick and unyielding. It didn't look
appetising.

"Keep stirring it so it doesn't stick to the pan." Mr Fisher called out to
us.

"I know, Sir." I held the laminated instructions above my head, "It says so
on here, Sir."

"No one likes a smartarse, Ben." Fisher replied.

"Language, Sir!" I teased him, and I swear he forced himself not to smile.

Pete laughed, but not at what I said. He'd realised I was naked under my
apron as he saw my pale arse cheeks.

Calvin took him into the tent and must have told him my plan, as when they
emerged, Pete was also naked. What surprised me was that Calvin had also
taken his Speedos off. He'd done it without Andy and Darren. I was proud of
him; he'd started to gain confidence.

Mr Fisher told Darren and Andy to go to the lake and remind people they
needed to be back by six o'clock. I was left looking at the large pot of
water that looked like it was about to boil. Calvin was stirring the pot of
slop that was supposed to cover the pasta, and Pete was slicing the French
bread.

"Here," Pete passed me a small piece of crusty bread, "you can nibble on my
crusty end if you're hungry." Pete grinned, but Fisher didn't hear him.

I devoured his crusty end.

Darren and Andy ran back into camp; they looked funny, with their aprons
flapping and teasing us with glances of them in their Speedos. Pete called
them over, and soon, all five of us were naked under our aprons.

"We need water and glasses on the table." Mr Fisher yelled to us.

"We'll do it." Darren volunteered Andy and himself.

They went into the tent. Andy came out with the glasses we used. They were
made of heavy-duty plastic and gave anything they held a peculiar taste.

Darren came out holding three empty plastic jugs. He filled them up from a
nearby standpipe, and they walked around the table, putting a glass at each
seat and the jugs of water in the middle.

Mr Fisher was sitting at the tables reading his book. They didn't make any
attempt to cover up, they walked around the tables, and Darren even wiggled
his bare arse at Mr Fisher.

I was surprised he didn't notice.

The campsite was getting busier now as people came back from the
lake. Fisher finally looked up from his book and checked if anyone was
missing. Those missing had gone to the ablution hut. He seemed satisfied
that we were all accounted for.

Dinner was now ready, and people started to line up, waiting to be served.

We were lined up behind the cooking table, each responsible for one aspect
of service. Darren gave the first person in the queue a pasta dish. Andy
gave them their cutlery. I put a spoonful of pasta in their dishes, Calvin
put a spoonful of meat slop on the pasta and Pete gave them two pieces of
bread.

The teachers were the last to be fed. We served them and were thanked for
doing such a good job.

"Anyone for seconds?" I shouted as we still had some food left.

"Any more bread!" Someone shouted back.

I looked at Pete, and he nodded. "Who else wants another taste of Pete's
crusty baguette?" I laughed.

I heard some coughs and splutters from around the tables.

"Pack it in, Ben! We don't want to hear your distasteful innuendo." Mr
Fisher piped. "But I would mind some more of Pete's crusty baguette." He
smiled and stifled a laugh.

I laughed. Perhaps Mr Fisher was beginning to lighten up. I told Pete to go
around and give out the rest of the bread. He looked uncertain. He was
naked under his apron. I nodded for him to do it. I followed, carrying the
pasta pot, and Darren held a spoon to fill up people's bowls. Calvin
followed with the meat, Andy ready to dish it out.

We heard a girl scream. She had seen Pete's bare arse as he reached past
her to hand out more bread.

Mr Fisher wondered what had happened. Then he saw Pete's bare arse.

"Peter!" He yelled at him.

We then all turned around and showed our bare behinds to the group. Mr
Fisher nearly choked. He turned red. He was furious.

"You five! Put those things down and come with me!" He walked back to the
cooking tent. We followed. "This time, you have gone too far." He looked at
Calvin, "I didn't expect this from you, but Ben and his friends are
obviously a bad influence on you. I would move you if there were any spare
space in another tent."

"What about your tent, Sir?" I tried my best not to smile.

Mr Fisher approached me and looked me in the eye sternly. "You had better
keep quiet. I've just about had enough of your lip."

He looked at each of us in turn.

"Just because school has finished doesn't mean you are no longer my
responsibility. You are my responsibility until you step off that coach for
the final time. In loco parentis." He emphasised.

I rolled my eyes.

"You are not kids anymore. I want you all to start behaving like the adults
you now are. I want you all to grow up. I don't want to have another
conversation like this with any of you."

Mr Fisher glared at us.

"Go put some clothes on and wash up. Tonight, you will be restricted to
camp, no rec room, no nothing. Understood!" He raised his voice.

I said nothing as the others mumbled a timid `Yes, Sir'. People either
giggled or laughed as we walked back to our tent.

"Speedos only, lads," I said defiantly.

"Are you sure, Ben?" Pete said, "We don't want to antagonise Fisher
anymore."

"Okay." I considered, "Speedos and a tee shirt." I conceded.

We left our tent dressed to collect the dirty dishes and take them to the
communal area where all the campers could wash up. It also had the benefit
of giving out warm water. Mr Fisher kept an eye on us so we didn't mess
around. He was our shadow for the rest of the evening.

I got fed up with his eyes on me, so I went into our tent. But I couldn't
help but wind up Mr Fisher.

"I'm going to my tent to have a wank." I looked at Mr Fisher, "Do you want
to come in and watch? You've not taken your eyes off me all evening because
you can't take a joke."

Mr Fisher shook his head in disbelief. "That is the only thing I'm sure you
can do properly without supervision."

I didn't let on, but I thought what he said was quite funny.

As I got into our tent, I noticed Calvin approach Mr Fisher.

"I'll make sure he's okay. He's just a little upset." I overheard Calvin
say.

Calvin gingerly unzipped the door flap to our tent. I was taking off my tee
shirt, and I threw it violently into the corner.

"You're not really going to have a wank, are you?" Calvin was so sweet when
he was unsure.

I grinned at him. "Not now you're here." I pulled down my Speedos and was
now naked. Calvin looked at me. I was still soft. "I'm kidding. Just keep
me company for a bit. I just need to get away from Fisher." I crawled into
my sleeping compartment and lay on my sleeping bag. Calvin followed and lay
beside me, still wearing his tee shirt and light blue Speedos.

Calvin smiled at me, "Thanks for today. I really had fun. I was so shocked
that I joined you on the nude beach and, earlier, cooking dinner. I've
never done anything like that. You make me laugh."

I pulled him close to me, and I kissed his forehead. I felt my cock lurch
and thicken. "You are so sweet, Calvin."

"I'm glad we became friends. Pity it didn't happen earlier." Calvin
admitted.

"I don't care how cute you are, but if you're friends with Nick with biceps
for brains, I'm not going to be matey with them."

Calvin rested his head on my shoulder, "I'm sorry. Nick is such a fucking
arsehole. But being mates with him got me through school. With him as a
mate, nobody bullied me. But I don't think I will stay in touch. I'm going
to university in the autumn and hoping to make new and better friends."

"Nobody bullied me, either." I thought a moment, "Well, not really." I
chuckled, "One boy threatened me to give him a blow job. I just threatened
to bite off his knob."

"You didn't!" Calvin laughed.

"Damn right, I did. The stupid thing was I thought he was cute, and I would
have blown him if he'd just asked."

"You're kidding. Did you really go through school bowing all the boys? Nick
told everyone you were a slut."

"That's not true. I'm not a slut." Calvin looked at me quizzically, "Okay,
I did blow one or two boys." Calvin furrowed his brow in disbelief, "Okay,
three or four. But it was five at most." I was adamant.

"So, was I your fifth or sixth?" Calvin wondered.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I consider school finished, unlike Mr
Fisher." I held my hands up, "I now need both hands to count." I extended
six fingers.

"Seriously?" Calvin looked surprised.

I nodded, "It's people like Nick that spread rumours that made everyone
think I was sucking off all the boys in school."

"But you didn't deny it?"

"Nope. What's the point? People would still have thought it was true if I
had denied it. So I chose to ignore it. I had some good friends, Pete, Andy
and especially Darren. They knew it wasn't true."

"But you are having sex with Darren?" Calvin asked.

I nodded, "and Pete. But not Andy. Only Pete has sex with Andy, and Andy is
the active partner, if you get my drift."

Calvin blushed.

"So, Cal. You know my number. What's yours?"

Calvin's red cheeks deepened in colour.

"You're not telling me I'm your first?" I teased.

"No," Calvin chuckled. "I've had girlfriends, and I've had sex with two of
them."

"Proper sex? Or just a fumble through your clothes?"

"No, proper sex. My first girlfriend gave me a blow job to start with, and
then we fucked. She didn't suck as good as you."

"Well, I have been told that I'm the best," I said arrogantly and laughed.

"You are definitely the best I've had."

"I know I surprised you, but are you into guys at all?" I asked.

"I didn't think so, and I'm glad we're friends."

"Is that a yes?" I smiled.

"It's not a no." Calvin teased, "But I can't see myself settling down with
a guy."

"Not even me?"

Calvin laughed and noticed that my cock was now hard. "You? I can't imagine
you settling down any time soon. You're just perpetually horny."

I stroked my cock and felt a drop of cool pre-cum drop onto my thigh. "It's
you. You make me horny. I'm a sucker for cute guys." I checked out Calvin's
Speedos. He wasn't hard but had certainly filled them out. "Why don't you
get naked with me?" I said softly.

Calvin blushed and took off his tee shirt seductively. I licked my lips as
his little soft nipples were revealed. I slowly stroked my cock,
anticipating him pulling down his trunks. He didn't hesitate, and his cute
uncut cock was exposed. The air caused him to grow hard, and I reached over
to touch it. I leaned forward and placed my lips lightly against his. It
was a chaste kiss, but it made his cock lurch.

I kissed down his pale body, sucking on his nipples and making him arch his
back in pleasure. I tickled his belly button with my tongue. Then he gasped
as my lips slipped down his hard cock.

As I sucked his cock, I wanked my cock. I wasn't going to abstain this time
as I sucked him.

I didn't think Calvin was going to last long as I felt his balls contract
and churn against my chin. I stroked my cock faster. I wanted to cum,
hopefully at the same time as him, but that plan went out the window as I
came. I spewed cum over my hand and my sleeping back. I groaned around
Calvin's cock as I came.

My hand was sticky with cum. I cradled Calvin's balls, coating them with my
cum. I extended my fingers and reached beneath him. I inched my way to his
arse. Calvin groaned arched his back again, and the moment my fingertip
touched his hole, he blasted into my throat.

More to come...



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