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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 2: Left Alone by David Heulfryn
It was around nine o'clock in the morning when we pulled into the campsite. Everyone was now awake, but I guessed that most people were still tired from the murmurings behind me. I was just glad that I'd finally be able to get up and stretch my legs.
I nudged Darren in his side. "Don't forget to do yourself up."
He just grunted his confusion at me.
"From last night," I whispered and glanced down at his sleeping bag, at the same spot that covered his crotch, the inside of which was stiff with his dried cum. "I gave you a special sleeping pill."
"Shit." Darren sighed and fumbled to do his jeans up and close his fly.
We grabbed our carry-on bags and joined the line of students moving slowly towards the door.
The Mediterranean sun blinded me as I stepped off the coach; we were certainly not in England anymore. The sun beamed down, its rays penetrating my thin tee shirt and the air was very dry. I felt a slight breeze, but it was not enough to cool me. I rummaged through my rucksack and found my sunglasses. The lenses were almost black, so my eyes were well shielded, and I could finally open them up properly.
I stayed away from the throng of people clambering to get their suitcases. Mr Fisher opened the storage compartments on the side of the coach. But it wasn't the suitcases he was unloading; it was the nine heavy sacks that contained the tents we would all be sleeping in.
The girls started whining as they wanted their cases; they were eager to change their clothes and fix their make-up after the long journey.
Darren came over to join me and rested his arm on my shoulder. The dry heat was beginning to get to me, and his body's extra warmth and heavy touch became irritating.
"Fuck off! It's too hot." I squirmed out from under his arm and stepped away from him.
"Well, I should know by now that you're not a morning person." Darren quipped.
"No, I'm not!" I spat out. "And definitely not after being cooped up in that fucking coach for so fucking long."
"Well, you're out now and free."
I grunted my agreement and watched Mr Fisher pass the first tent to the guys surrounding him.
A lad called Nick grabbed the first tent from Fisher and heaved it above his head. His biceps bulged through his tee shirt as he held the weight steady. He turned to Pete and threw the tent at him. He quickly glanced at the girls with a broad grin, and I swear he winked at one of them.
"Catch this, Pete." He shouted after he had thrown the sack.
Pete barely had time to react as the tent hit him in the stomach, his arms outstretched to hold onto the sack, but the momentum caught him off guard, and he fell back and landed on his arse, the tent sack in his lap.
Nick roared with laughter at the dazed Pete, who scowled back at him.
"Be careful, Nick." Mr Fisher told him, but he was too busy getting hi-fives from his mates to hear.
Pete pushed the sack to the dusty floor and got to his feet.
"Are you alright?" Andy asked as he came over to him.
"Sure," Pete said as he brushed the dry dirt from his jeans.
I watched as his hands batted the dirt from his backside; he did have a lovely round and fleshy arse. I wanted to dash over to him to help him, but I didn't have the energy. Besides, Andy was already helping and copping a surreptitious feel of Pete's arse.
Miss Williams told Pete where to pitch the tent; she seemed to be surveying the site and determining where to pitch the nine tents.
"Giz a hand," Pete shouted over to Darren and me.
While Darren jogged over to Pete, I slowly trudged over like I was wading through treacle. The heat was draining me of what energy I had left. I just wanted to sleep.
I did what I was told as Pete and Darren led our small team on our first mission. Andy and I were the grunts who did what they were told and didn't question their orders.
Mrs Williams arranged the tents in a horseshoe shape, which gave us a semi-private area in the middle where tables and chairs were placed, a place for us to relax and eat our meals as one big group. The tent at the head of the horseshoe was designated the cooking tent. It was also a place to store all our provisions.
The two tents on either side were for the teachers and the coach driver: the two female teachers on one side and the two male teachers and Charlie on the other. That left three tents on either side for us students. Naturally, the teachers split us up, so girls were on one side and boys on the other. There was to be no cohabiting.
Darren pulled me inside the tent while Pete and Andy hammered in the last few tent pegs. We had to put up the inner compartment where we would sleep. It was a flimsy white fabric; it felt more like towelling and split the inside in half. This inner compartment was then divided into three. This was where we were to sleep.
"This is ours, then?" Andy asked as he and Pete came inside to join us.
I'd assumed the four of us would share this tent, but Andy seemed unsure. He was always a little insecure.
"Sure is!" Pete wrapped his arm around Andy's shoulder. "We're the Fantastic Four."
"All for one...!" Darren shouted and raised his arm, carrying an invisible sword.
"That's the Three Musketeers, Daz." I sighed at his ignorance.
"I know. But there were four of them." He smiled back. "So what's the Fantastic Four's motto then, Smartarse?"
"I'll be fucked if I know." I laughed.
Outside, I could hear Mrs Williams shouting at us. "Come on, guys. If you've got yours up, then help the other guys get theirs up!"
We stifled a giggle.
"She knows us all too well," Darren said as we left the tent.
I let them go over to help the others while I sneaked onto the coach to grab my sleeping bag, which I'd left on my seat.
No one seemed to notice me walk back to my tent; they were too busy. Nick was still showing off to the girls as the lads put up the tents; the girls fetched and carried and tried to peg the tents down once the canvas was over the frame.
Inside my tent, the air had grown stale already. I didn't care; I just went inside one of the compartments and laid out my sleeping bag.
I'd grown sweaty from the exertion; my tee shirt clung to my body, and my jeans felt heavy. I probably could have slept in my sweaty clothes even though I felt uncomfortable, but I thought it would be better to take them off. My suitcase was still on the coach, so I had nothing to change into. I stripped down to my briefs and lay flat on my stomach on top of my sleeping bag.
The thin padding of insulation gave me little comfort against the hard ground, but that didn't matter. I closed my eyes, and I must have almost instantly fallen asleep.
It seemed that all the decisions were made while I was asleep.
Nick had too many mates on this trip, and there was only room for six guys in his tent, so one guy was pushed out.
Darren told me later that Miss Williams approached him and asked if we would have Calvin in our tent; he couldn't say no as we were only four in a tent for six. And if he did, we would probably not have been given a choice.
We all knew Calvin, but not very well. He always hung around with Nick, who liked to collect mates to prove he was the most popular guy in school. I always felt sorry for those guys who hung around him and Calvin the most. He seemed like the runt of the litter, which was now proved by his being pushed out of the pack.
With the sleeping arrangements settled, the cooking rota was drawn up. Each tent would cook for two days, with the assistance of the teachers, of course. No doubt, without their help, every meal would likely end up being burnt.
With everything settled and organised, Darren came into our tent.
"Hey, Ben. Wake up." Darren shook me and slapped my fleshy backside until I groaned at him.
"We're all going to the lake. Come on, get up."
Even his hand stroking my arse through my thin briefs couldn't get me interested. I just grunted and said I was going back to sleep.
Darren left me alone.
A few seconds later, he came back. Darren must have talked to one of the teachers as he returned and said I could stay, but I must promise not to leave the campsite. I just grunted my agreement, not hearing what he said, and went back to sleep.
I felt so much better when I awoke. After standing up, I stretched away any remnants of sleep and unzipped my compartment. No one else was in the tent, but I noticed five suitcases and all our hand luggage dumped to one side.
I lay my suitcase on the floor and opened it. On top was a clean tee shirt, my swim shorts and flip-flops. I slipped them on and left the tent.
Our camp was deserted, I couldn't find anybody. I checked all the tents, and they were empty. I didn't check the teachers' tents as I didn't want to disturb any of them if they were there. I needn't have bothered as they were empty.
My confusion lifted when I finally remembered what Darren had told me, and I just assumed they were still at the lake.
If I knew where the lake was, I would have joined them, but I didn't want to get lost on my first day and cause no end of trouble, so I just sat at a table in our informal courtyard.
Boredom soon got me yawning again.
With nothing to do, I went to have a shower to wash away my stale sweat.
The ablution hut seemed quite busy, with kids running in to use the toilet and guys showering. There were five shower cubicles, and all were occupied. I wondered who on earth takes a shower this time in the afternoon, then realised I was one of those guys, so they must have their own reasons. I went to the sink to brush my teeth and shave off my day-old stubble, not that you could have noticed.
As I rinsed my mouth, an overweight, balding guy emerged from a shower cubicle with just a towel around his waist and holding his clothes and wash bag.
I spat out the water into the sink, wiped my mouth with my towel and turned around to see the back of some guy heading for the vacant cubicle.
"Shit!" I sighed.
The guy turned around. It was Charlie.
He smiled at me. "Sorry, were you waiting to use the shower?"
"Yep," I said. "But don't worry, you go first."
"I wouldn't dream of pushing in."
"No, really, it's alright."
Charlie's smile widened, and he showed me his beautiful white teeth again.
"I'll tell you what. There's room for two, so neither have to wait."
I didn't know if he was serious, but I took him up on his offer; that way, if he were joking, he'd have to back down, or if he wasn't, it could be interesting.
I walked in first, and he quickly followed. At the same time, I heard another guy leave his cubicle, so there was now no need for us to share, but neither of us mentioned it. Two hooks were on the back of the door, and I hung my towel on one. I pulled my tee shirt over my head and hung it on the second hook.
Charlie leaned in close to me. "Hey, don't be so selfish there, Ben. Save a hook for me." He leaned past me, took my tee shirt, and put it on the same hook as my towel. His face was so close to mine I could smell the remnants of the aftershave he had splashed on over twenty-four hours ago. I could also smell his stale sweat.
He pulled back from me and started to unbutton his shirt. He kept looking at me as he undid each button and pulled his shirttail from his trousers. His chest looked hard, with a sparse patch of hair between his nipples.
Reaching past me again, this time to put his shirt on the now-vacated hook, I inhaled the pungent odour from his armpits.
As he started to undo his belt buckle, I slipped off my shorts and briefs and turned round to hang them on my hook. I bent forward slightly, pointing my arse in his direction, teasing him. But I don't think Charlie was in the mood for teasing because he started to stroke my white cheeks.
"You have a gorgeous arse." He told me.
I ignored him and just bent forward further; both hands were now feeling my cheeks, pulling them apart, kneading them, and fondling them. I could feel the air reach my hole each time he spread them. It twitched.
"You're winking at me." He said.
"It likes to meet new people." I looked back at him.
Charlie crouched down and blew on my exposed hole. "Hello, Ben. I'd like you to meet Charlie, but not just yet." He closed my cheeks, and my hole was concealed.
My dick was now hard; no one had talked to my hole before and promised he would be fucking me soon. My dick couldn't wait. I turned around, but Charlie stayed crouched. My dick swung in front of his eyes.
"Hello, Little Ben. Not so little now, I see." He looked up at me and winked.
He kissed my foreskin and rose to his feet. With a slap on my arse, he told me to get in the shower.
I turned on the warm water and let it run over my body. I stood and watched as Charlie took the rest of his clothes off. As he pulled down his briefs, I noticed that he still wasn't hard. I was a little upset that I'd not given him a hard-on, but I did like what I saw. It may have been soft, but it was certainly long, and he had a full and unkempt bush that just seemed to have exploded from his groin.
Charlie grabbed a bar of soap and his shampoo bottle and joined me under the showerhead.
"Turn around."
I did as I was ordered and felt his hands on my shoulders. He carefully caressed my body with soap, cleansing me and enjoying the feel of my smooth, young skin.
He crouched again and rubbed his hand between my buttocks, cleaning them and scrubbing my hole. I felt his finger stab at me, and I relaxed.
His finger slipped effortlessly inside. "I see you know what you're doing." He said.
"Of course. Do you think I'd be here if I didn't?"
"Let me see." He wiggled his finger inside me and then slipped in a second finger. "I bet you were fucked no more than three days ago."
"Close. It was four."
"And he was quite large."
"I'll be sure to tell him you said so. He likes to be told he has a huge cock"
Charlie pulled his finger free and washed my legs and feet.
He had me turn around to look at my hard cock. With one hand, he caressed my balls; with the other, he slowly wanked my cock, covering it with soap and cleaning my knob and foreskin.
"So you like to get fucked." He seemed to be speaking to my cock.
"Of course. Who doesn't?"
"I know a few dedicated tops who would disagree with you," Charlie said.
"Bullshit. Sex is sex, and they're just too damn selfish and scared."
"That's your young hormones talking."
"So what. I love to fuck and get fucked. Suck and get sucked. Don't be scared to limit yourself."
Charlie soaped up my chest and played with my nipples. "And does your philosophy extend to girls?"
"It has on occasion. But not recently."
"Good. Because this cock," Charlie squeezed my hard cock, "and your sweet arse are too good to waste on a girl."
I couldn't say anything back as his lips covered mine, and he started to devour my face. His tongue probed my mouth like he was prospecting for gold. The running water quickly flushed away the saliva that dripped from us. I tried to push his tongue back to play my part, but he was too insistent. It had been a long time since I'd had someone so consumed by me that they couldn't control themselves.
He pulled away, panting and gasping for air, as was I. Without any more ceremony, he was on his knees and had my cock deep in his mouth; he had swallowed me whole. His nose was pressed against my small patch of dark pubes, his lips quivering around my cock as his throat massaged my knob.
Oh god, I threw my head back and flung my arms to the sides, my hands pushing against the sides of the cubicle to keep me from collapsing. Charlie didn't move; his mouth was still locked on my cock, his throat still stimulating my knob. I have no idea what this was, but it wasn't a blow job. It was like his throat was trying to eat my cock, to get it to slide down while his lips teased the base and his tongue tickled the underside of my shaft.
Oh fuck, my head thrashed, and it was only seconds before I fed him as my cock erupted inside his mouth and my cum slid down his gullet.
He pulled away until only my knob was trapped between his lips. With his tongue, he cleaned my knob and sucked out any cum that stayed in my dick like he was sucking cola through a straw.
When Charlie stood up, I noticed, for the first time, that his dick was now hard. It had grown to eight, maybe nine, inches. The unkempt bush that sprouted around it, now tamed by the water, clung to his skin. I reached out to touch it. I was about to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth when he stopped me. He held me under the arms to keep me away from his cock. He kissed me once and then turned me around.
His fingers prised my arse cheeks apart, and I leant forward and braced myself against the wall. He rubbed some soap onto his cock and then lined it up with my hole. He knew he didn't have to be too delicate from his brief fingering before, so he pushed hard against me, and I relaxed to let him in. With one swift slide, his cock was swallowed up by my arse.
"Oh fuck. That feels so good." I sighed.
He pulled out and then started to slowly fuck me. My limp dick swung between my legs, slapping against my thighs as he pushed in and out of me.
Gradually he quickened his pace, and my dick stopped slapping against my thighs as it had grown firm again. It was swaying to the rhythm of his fucking. I wanted to touch myself but had to hold firm against his strong thrusts. I could have asked him to slow down, but I didn't want him to. I wanted it faster and harder. I wanted to feel his cock stretch my insides and pound my prostate. He was thick, thicker than Darren, and I loved it.
With each pass of my prostate, my dick would leak a little and would send my pre-cum flying to the walls; if only I had someone sucking that pre-cum out of me, it would be perfect.
Not that I wasn't satisfied with Charlie. As he would pull out, I would thrust my arse backwards, flexing my muscles, trying to suck him back it.
No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't help but make a little noise. I was the worst, grunting and gasping as Charlie's thick cock pushed deeper inside me, as it teased and stimulated my prostate.
My grunting got louder, and Charlie had to put his hand over my mouth. His pounding caused my dick to throb and my balls to ache. I knew I was cumming again. I tried to control it. I thought I knew when it was coming, but it took me by surprise, and my entire groin cramped, sending a pain shooting from my balls to my dick, followed by violent spasms as my dick shot into the air. Cum flew in all directions as my dick flailed around from the spasms and from being fucked.
The feeling was too much, and I involuntarily bit down on the hand covering my mouth. Charlie yelped and rammed his dick so far inside me that it tickled my navel. The yelp became a groan as his dick flexed inside me, pumping me full with his cum.
He slowly pulled out and then back in, milking his cock dry. I let go of his hand with my teeth and started to suck it better. I could taste the saltiness of his sweat, but it had a strange metallic taste.
I had drawn blood.
When I realised that I'd injured Charlie, I straightened up and pulled his hand from my mouth. I looked at his fingers and the deep impression of my teeth; I could even recognise the tiny chip on one of my incisors. There were just three small spots of blood, nothing serious. In that brief moment, I'd imagined I'd bit a finger off, but I always had a fertile imagination.
Charlie pulled his cock out of me, and I turned to show him his hand.
"Sorry." I tried to give him the most innocent face I could, but he laughed and gave me a soft slap.
"Don't be. I'll be more careful next time, especially now I know you bite."
I could feel Charlie's cum leaking from my hole and down my thigh. I pushed Charlie aside, and I got under the shower, letting the water rinse his cum from my body. This time, we both showered properly, keeping our hands to ourselves.
After drying ourselves and dressing as quietly as possible, I kissed Charlie and squeezed his crotch before leaving first. I made sure that no one was around to see me, although I'm damn sure someone must have heard me.
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