I thought I would write a few recollections of my early life…..

A holiday on the south coast of France: idyllic! I was there camping with my parents as a teenager and had looked forward to the holiday. I was not to be disappointed.

I had a hobby which I had indulged at home and I was going to continue it while away but it was not perhaps what you normally expect in a teenager. I liked bird-watching. So soon after our arrival at our resort I said I was off to find a suitable site to practice my hobby in this different environment. I found a spot inland from the beach we frequented and spent a couple of mornings there on my own, armed with my binoculars and camera, watching the birds. I found myself a spot where I could sit and watch which was quite well concealed in the scrub and low trees you find in that part of France. I had learned that if one keeps still the birds do not notice you and they begin to appear after a few minutes. So it proved with humans too…..The binoculars were a real asset at bringing the birds real close.

I was in position late one morning in the shade quietly watching the birdlife when I noticed a young man walking up the path I had come up earlier. He was wearing shorts and carrying a t-shirt slung over his shoulders; looked quite good too! He stopped some distance away, looked around him as if to check there was nobody else around, turned to face more or less in my direction, unzipped the front of his shorts, pulled out his member and relieved himself! Now, I had had no experience of men’s cocks at this stage of my life, had never seen one live so seeing this fellow’s was a revelation. As I was well concealed and he could not see me I decided this was a golden opportunity to get a good look at him. No embarrassment as nobody else could see me. I eased the binoculars up and had a look! This was pretty good; I had his member right up close and I could see all the fine detail. He finished watering the ground and I expected him to put it away and that would be it, but no! He had another look around and kept his cock out and continued to squeeze it and pull it. I watched closely to see what would happen next.

As he changed his movement from a squeezing to more of a massage I noticed it swelling and quite quickly, and growing in length and pointing outwards and, as he continued, it pointed upwards. He went on massaging in a rhythmic manner and I went on watching, fascinated by this whole performance! Having a real close look was great, and without complications. And so he carried on, not changing his style of rubbing but his cock seemed mighty big to me in all my innocence. After a bit he increased his speed of massage, then slowed it down and then, suddenly, there was a small spurt of white liquid followed immediately by another and then further jets of the stuff spurting out. No idea how many of these spurts there were but he carried on stroking himself as the white fluid continued to run out, until, eventually, he stopped. This was all new to me and I felt quite flushed myself – a not unfamiliar feeling – and I realised that I was quite wet between my legs.

Boyo seemed to have finished what he was doing because he forced the diminishing penis back inside his shorts and moved off. I remained quite still until he had disappeared, then reached inside my own shorts and panties and felt myself, completely wet and sexed up! Having seen my first man cum I thought I should relieve myself, slid off my shorts, pulled my panties to one side and started rubbing my clit with one hand and sliding a finger from the other inside my cunt. No finesse here! Just rub my clit, getting faster and faster, feeling the juices really wet and I came, a really good orgasm….

It took several minutes to sort myself out and calm down. Later, when composed, I returned to the campsite. Further into the day, on the beach, I saw Boyo some distance off and thought “I need to get to know that fellow, but how?” We were going to be there for some time so I thought there would be no rush; I could work something out.

Next morning off I went up to my position to continue bird watching. Birds, and animals for that matter, are creatures of habit: they often return to the same place at the same time of day. I wondered idly as I sat in my hide if the same might apply to humans (it did for me!) and, in particular, to the one I had seen yesterday. Some time went by and, you’ve guessed it, Boyo came into distant view, ambling up the path. I focussed in on him carefully, not making too much movement so as not to be seen. I trailed the glasses over him as he walked and noticed a distinct bulge in his shorts. Well, this can’t be usual I thought. Boyo paused at much the same spot as before, glanced around, decided he was alone, moved off the path a bit, unzipped, peeled down his pants and his cock fairly sprang out! No watering this time as he started to stroke straight away! He eased his hand along his cock, which leaped to attention! Oh my!! I had a good look at the eggs in the sack hanging down beneath, swinging as he moved his hand up and down, getting quicker, then slowing, then quickening. He felt his balls with his left hand, his right continued its motion, and this time I knew exactly what to expect. I waited and watched in eager anticipation as I realised that he was going to cum soon and I wanted to see the juice zooming out. He did not let me down! Within a short time he slowed his massage, and within seconds I heard him groan and almost at the same time the white juice spurted out once, twice, several more times, each spurt I noticed seeming to be less than the last till there was just a thick liquid oozing from the end of his cock. That was truly impressive, I thought. Once again Boyo forced his wilting member back inside his clothing and walked off. Once again I was feeling randy as hell, got my fingers inside my panties and started to frig myself, feeling the sensations building inside me, needing to get some fingers inside my damp cunt and keep massaging at the same time, sliding them over my clit, feeling the wetness oh so good, the climax getting nearer until it washed over me and felt so gooood, cumming, cumming, cumming…

“Baignets, boissons fraîches!” shouted the girl as she walked the beach in the afternoon selling goodies and drinks. Being in the south of France she was not wearing a bikini top and as I watched people buying I saw Boyo go up and join the queue. I grabbed a purse, leaped up and sauntered over to join the queue behind Boyo, thinking this was my opportunity to get to know him.

“Good looking buns, “ I said to him (no double entendre here). He pulled his eyes away from the ample chest of the good - looking girl serving the goodies and agreed with me. As we were in the queue I managed to get close enough to his rather fine brown body so that when he turned his arm brushed against my chest. Nothing more! There followed some small talk as we ate our buns together and I walked back to where his towel was and we chatted away quite well. I liked him; he seemed to like me. The plan was evolving nicely so far…

“Hey, I know this may sound crazy to you but I have a bird-watching hobby which I indulge up on the hillside just inland from where we are now. Good views and so on. I’m going up there tomorrow morning. Do you want to come up there too? I might see something of interest.”
I watched carefully to see if there was any particular reaction, but no. He would have thought my eyrie could have been anywhere on the hillside behind.
“Yeah, good idea, I’d like to try that, I’m always game for something new.”
We fixed a time to set off next morning.
So my plot was hatched! In my sleeping bag overnight I thought what I might do – and got myself into quite a state doing so! Needed further relief but restrained myself, not really knowing why.

The next day after an early morning swim and breakfast I was at the meeting point in good time, Boyo turned up, whose name I now knew was Charlie, and off we went. I was carrying a blanket and the glasses and camera as before. I took the path I knew we had both previously taken for different reasons and we reached my observation spot.
“Right Charlie, this is the spot, it’s quite secluded here and nobody can see us and the birds don’t notice if we keep still.”
“This is a great place, lovely and peaceful, shade, view, nice girl with me, can’t ask for more at the moment,” he said.
“That’s good. Have you been up this way before along the path?”
“I wandered up here 2 days ago, just drifting along.”
“Well, I thought I saw you from a great way off…..” I left my remark hanging but Charlie said nothing, just smiled.
It was time to take the plunge, stop pussy-footing around.
“I have a confession to make, Charlie. I was certain I saw you here 2 days ago. You walked up the path and stopped over there to have a pee. I have to admit I watched it all and I was fascinated so I confess that I have not brought you up here to watch birds but for me to watch you and get to know you better.”
Charlie made to speak but I held up my hand.
“I have a proposal and hope you’ll agree. Having seen what you did the other day and yesterday, I want to you to show me yourself and show me how you did it, but I’ve a condition, this is about me knowing you. You can’t do anything to me - yet, at least!”
Charlie had blushed at these revelations and looked embarrassed.
“I feel so awkward, embarrassed……but what you say seems good. I’ll leave you alone, let you tell me what you want.”
“Ok, marvellous. Sit on this blanket, take off your shorts and pants and lie back.” This was an absolute dream if he did it all!

He lay back pulling off the clothes and there it was, exposed, his lithe tanned body, black downy hair across the lower part of his stomach, thickening into a big black bush out of which was growing fast his cock, and below the bollocks in a sack.
“I’m going to touch you Charlie, and explore you, because I don’t know much about men’s bodies.”
So saying I ran my hands down his chest over his stomach and on down towards the now fully grown penis which I touched. Having seen what Charlie had done with it himself I tried the same grip, putting a thumb and forefinger round it. It felt hard and yet pliable. I moved my hand along and found that the skin slid along with my finger and thumb, and back when I moved them the other way. I lifted the member up and touched the head, a beautiful smooth silky texture the skin had on top, and all crinkly underneath where the head came round in its rather peculiar shape. I pulled the cock right up so that it was vertical but it slipped from my hand and sprung down giving a slapping sound as it hit Charlie’s belly. He laughed.
“Gee, it’s really great when you fiddle and explore my cock. I’ll show you what to do in a moment. Put your fingers down lower and fell my balls, but very gently, rub and move them around in your fingers.”
I touched them delicately, rolling them around in my fingers, feeling their weight, lifting one and letting it fall down in its bag, then I felt his cock again – couldn’t get over its feel, its hardness and the sort of veins and roughness I could feel inside the skin, the silkiness of the head.
“When I watched you yesterday you seemed to hold it in the middle and move your hand back and forth, like this?” I said, gripping it about half way along and sliding my hand very slowly up and down.
“Yeah, that’s just great, just hold your hand here,” Charlie said, moving my hand slightly up the shaft. “Now go on doing it, real slow.”
“How long does it take before the juice comes out and will I know when it’s going to happen?”
“Just keep doing that and the juice will flow, don’t stop it’s good, so good, don’t know how long but not long now, whatever you do when I cum do not stop stroking just keep going till it’s all out,” Charlie gasped.
I was lying beside him stroking with my right hand but I wanted to feel his balls while this was going on so I sat up continued the slow motion with my left hand and fingered his balls. Much tighter now I thought: what does this mean?
Anyway, I let go and got my head right down level with his prick, just beside it, and massaged with my right hand, two fingers round the shaft and the thumb underneath and Charlie was quite obviously enjoying this – and so was I, completely wet inside my panties – and I thought he must show me his juice soon, yesterday it didn’t seem to take long but I am doing this much more slowly, perhaps if I speed up, let’s see what he does, so I suddenly speeded up my stroke just like Charlie was doing when I watched, he gasped again, said to slow down so he could savour it, so I did and then:
“ I’m going to cum, it’s cumming…!”
And, delicious moment of peak anticipation for me, he came within seconds, a great beating of his cock in my hand as the jets of white cum spurted up his belly and chest to his chin, thick juice across his brown body as I followed his instruction and continued to milk him until, at last, there was no more cumming out. The beating of his cock had slowed and stopped and its hardness began to diminish; I let go. I touched the thick, white cum, the essence of life, as Charlie’s breathing slowed and he came back to earth.
“I just loved that Charlie, it was so impressive and it shot out so far!” I exclaimed. “Is it always like that? Goes so far?”
“That was sooo good, you must do it again. Depends how often it happens and how far apart each cumming is. You need to practice more, girl”, he smiled at me.
“Now Charlie, I said I did not want you touching me but I am feeling really horny and you did so well I want you to help me and do the same to me. You probably know what to do with a girl anyway….”
I slipped off my shorts and panties and lay back.
Charlie moved over, kissed me, moved one of his hands across to my breasts and just brushed it ever so lightly, then more firmly, then he felt for a nipple which he teased between finger and thumb to make it stand up, then he passed to the other one, moved down so that he could kiss them and suck them. A hand moved on down over my stomach and reached down to my furs which he slid his fingers through before sliding down still further to the top of my crack and on down went his finger into the wetness which was my cunt, drifting slowly to my clit where he paused and made gentle circular movements with a finger, then further down he went the finger arching round and into me, pushing gently and sending exquisite sensations through me. He moved, keeping a finger pushed in as deep as he could get it and brought his other hand into play, working it into a position where he could play with and rub my clit. I was in seventh heaven as he rubbed me, getting me higher and higher, with my legs wide open, thrusting upwards to increase the pressure from his fingers which he seemed to want to keep as light as possible. I needed him to press more, I needed to be filled…
“Charlie, put more fingers in my cunt, frig me,” I gasped.
He helped by forcing in another 2 or 3 and massaging my clit a bit harder. I could feel my climax coming nearer; I was almost gasping for air as I felt myself being completely carried away and then it washed over me, the pleasure, relief and fury of my cumming.

Charlie moved his body up to bring his face next to mine and kissed me tenderly.
“I really liked that. You said I need more practice but you stroked me like a maestro so I guess you must keep in good shape by performing often,” I said. As Charlie lay against me I could not help but notice the hardness of his cock. I had no idea that it could harden so quickly again after cumming. I touched it: “You’ve sprung up again I see. Does that mean you need further attention?”
“Yeah, I could do but it’s not too bad now because you relieved me a few minutes ago, but seeing you cum like that is pretty exciting and got me a bit worked up. Anyway, I think I’ll put it away and take you down to the beach where we can go swimming and I can admire your body while you get a tan.”
I reckoned this a good way to go on because I too could look at Charlie’s lovely body and think about the next stage of my initiation into the world of men’s bodies and I how I was going to explore his……

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