By brhmsj
Copyright 2025 by brhmsj, all rights reserved
[4,385 words]
* * * * *Travels With My Aunt, 7
A New Loss of Virginity and Time on the Mediterranean
After
my wild night I needed time to myself in the suite. It really was no
surprise that Jenny wasn’t there. Before going upstairs I went to the
concierge desk and placed a luncheon order for delivery at one o’clock.
I needed more time alone than only the morning.
Back in the
suite I took a shower, not that I needed it but it just felt good to be
under the water. Shower done I picked up a book and lay down on the
bed. Fatigue swept over me and I fell asleep before I’d read one page.
There was a knock at the door to the suite. Or was it a dream? I didn’t
want to move. As my head cleared I could hear someone in the main room
of the suite. Jenny back? No. A glance at the clock told me it was one.
As I processed this there was a knock on the bedroom door followed by
the door opening. It was my usual waiter. “Is monsieur awake?” he
asked. Without waiting for an answer he came over to the bed. Even
though it was afternoon I had morning wood, only natural after a long
sleep. He took my erection in his mouth and gave me a long oral edging.
I think I shrieked when finally I ejaculated.
“Monsieur is
awake now,” the waiter said with a grin as he stood. “Your luncheon is
ready.” I followed him into the main room. A croque complet awaited me. Between the edging and the sight of a favorite meal, I really was awake.
“Grand merci,” I said as I went to the table which was ready for me.
“Un plaisir.”
He gave me a kiss full on the lips as he had done before and took his
leave. I wasn’t sure if a taste of my own sperm lingered in his mouth.
I was hungrier than I expected. Fortunately there were various sides to complement the sandwich.
As I ate I mused about all that had gone on. Sex with men and women. My
first time being woken up with a blowjob. Was there more to follow? At
the moment I couldn’t think of anything. It was two o’clock by the time
I was done with a very satisfying lunch.
A soft knock at the
door and the waiter appeared again. He looked at the destruction I had
wreaked on the food and said “Monsieur enjoyed his lunch.”
“C’est vrai,
monsieur did.” Expertly he gathered up the dishes. With another kiss on
my lips he was off. No sooner had he left but the phone rang. I had
barely said “hello” when William’s voice said “get your pert buns down
to our spot at the beach! You still have tanning to do.”
“Yes, sir!” I replied in a supercilious tone. I enjoyed these two.
Once at the beach they covered me in sunscreen. They’d already done
each other. I was held to twenty minutes per side again. Over the time
I’d been there I had come to enjoy these sessions of soaking up sun.
“You’ve done very well with your tan,” Alistaire told me when we were back under the umbrella.
With a slight blush I thanked him. I had checked my tan in the mirror
daily and was pleased with how it was going. I smiled at the thought
that Madame Beliveau would give the final critique.
“Thinking of what Madame will say?” William asked when he saw me smile. He knew what she was like.
“In fact, yes.”
“She is the authority,” William replied with a grin. I knew he was right.
“You’ll have a casual dinner with us which won’t require clothes,”
Alistair announced as five o’clock approached. So many decisions were
made for me here. About a half-hour later we packed up our various
things and returned to their hotel.
“We should shower before
we do anything,” Alistair said. It turned out that “we” meant just that
– all three of us were under their good-sized shower. We did wash each
other properly but along the way erections were tugged though no one
ejaculated.
With nothing said we all climbed onto their huge
bed for a lie-down. I think I dozed off briefly but definitely was
awake at eight o’clock.
“Let’s go,” William said. With that we
were off to the bistro where we could sit outside naked. Another
delicious meal. We chatted like old friends. For the first time I truly
felt like I was part of this world. Time flew.
Rejean appeared just past eleven o’clock. “Time for the disco, mon cher,” he said as he took my hand. I took note of the affectionate term for me.
“Don’t forget us,” Alistair said and the four of us made our way to the
disco. There was no question that I was Rejean’s date tonight even
though I had not been consulted. I was fine with that. It was fun to
dance with him, especially now that I was used to the idea of dancing
with another man.
Around two o’clock Rejean gave me a quick
kiss and said “we’re tired. Let’s go home.” That meant I would spend
the night with him again. That prospect had me chubbing a bit in
anticipation. Here I’d gone from never having had sex with men or women
to now being eager to get into bed with this handsome, charming teen.
He may have been only a year older than I was but he was well
experienced. I was happy to get the benefit of that.
Unfortunately for my memory, this was yet another night that was a haze.
In bed we began with a lot more kissing than we’d done before. He was
good! The kissing revived us both, exciting me and I could tell he was
the same. Unlike the previous time, though, rather than guiding me,
Rejean was taking control. It felt good and I let him.
What
followed is the hazy part. In the morning he kissed me awake which was
arousing, even with being hard already with morning wood. He patted my
bottom as we kissed then said that he hoped I wouldn’t be sore. The
combination of still being sleepy and being totally absorbed in our
kissing gave the comment no importance. All he told me of the night was
that we had shot simultaneously. Somehow I knew that we had shot more
than once so I had no idea which time he meant. No matter.
Holding my hand, he led me down to breakfast. Madame gave me a look
that seemed knowing, though what she could know, and how, was baffling.
I put it out of my mind and pulled together my breakfast from the
sideboard.
When Louisa arrived a few minutes later she was
alone. She gave me an enigmatic smile then did the usual morning
greetings to everyone.
After breakfast I gave everyone my
thanks and said that I needed to get back to the suite. At the door
Rejean gave me another long kiss, both of us getting partially hard.
For the first time I was unconcerned that I’d be walking around with an
erection, even if partial.
As I walked I remembered Rejean’s
comment about my bottom. I wasn’t sore but something felt different.
Apparently another aspect of my virginity had ended. What little memory
I had of the time with Rejean was all good so I could only conclude
that I enjoyed it. Whatever it was. As I neared the hotel I hoped that
if there were a next time I’d be able to determine if I enjoyed it or
not.
When I got back to the suit Louis was there, Jenny was
not. “I hope you will excuse me but I chose to stay here last night in
case you or Madame needed me.”
“Of course I don’t mind. It’s
nice to see you!” I took off my sneakers and headed to the shower. When
I was under the water Louis joined me and gave me a thorough washing.
Even after ten days or so I was still fascinated by what his duties
apparently included. No complaining, though. He did an good job and it
felt very good. Was I becoming a hedonist, I thought. The idea made me
chuckle.
“Am I making you laugh?” Louis asked.
“No, no, just something I was thinking,” I assured him.
Jenny appeared at lunchtime. We dressed and went downstairs for lunch.
This was the beginning of a shift away from sex to Jenny introducing me
to “everyone.” “Everyone” took in a lot of people and quickly I knew
that I’d never remember all of them. There were couples her age and
older who apparently were filthy rich and socially adept. To be honest,
she enjoyed them more than I did.
Among this seeming hoard of
people were some handsome thirty-somethings who made no pretense of
hiding that their interest in me was not for my intellect. By now I was
used to this sort of thing so was not embarrassed. If anything, I
flirted a bit with them, enjoying their reactions. A few
thirty-something females also exhibited the same type of interest. A
little flirting with them was fun, too.
The DuPonts joined us
for dinner the next night and quite monopolized my time. I felt a bit
like I was being interrogated but they were charming which did loosen
my tongue a bit. Jenny occasionally would fill in my stories with
something she knew would embarrass me. I know it was in fun so did my
best to go with it.
The next morning at breakfast Jenny
announced “I’m prolonging my vacation. No need to go home yet as any
work that needs attention can be done from anywhere.”
“Are we staying here?”
“Oh no. My friends with the rather boring names of John and Mary Oliver
are anchored in St. Tropez and have been quite insistent that we visit.
I’m sure some of that insistence is curiosity about you.”
“You said ‘anchored.’” I wanted to confirm that she was talking about a boat.
“Silly boy, they have a boat, of course. Many people anchor their
yachts at St. Tropez. This is your chance to the see the town and
cruise the Mediterranean.” Fine by me!
Our departure was
Saturday morning. Friday night I found myself in William and Alistair’s
large bed with them and Rejean. “It’s always fun to be with you two,”
Rejean said to our hosts at one point. “We should do it more often.”
When dawn arrived I felt ravished but also quite satisfied. Even after
the night together our good-byes were prolonged. I knew I’d miss them.
Faster than my usual pace I went back to the hotel. Louis had
everything packed for both Jenny and me and was arranging for our bags
to go to the lobby when I arrived. “Louis has put out clothes for you,”
Jenny called to me from her room.
Before I could go into my
room Louis wrapped me in a bear hug. “I have enjoyed taking care of
you,” he said, “and I look forward to your next visit.”
“Me,
too,” I told him. I meant it. On the bed was what I thought a rather
fancy shirt for traveling, along with Bermuda shorts. It was a relief
to see sandals which meant I wouldn’t have to wear the traditional
socks. No underwear so I’d be commando which meant wearing only two
items of clothing. By now I was enjoying such things.
Jenny
hustled me downstairs where a limo was packed with our things and
waiting. Jenny gave instructions to the driver in French. He assured
her that he had his instructions. In short order we were at the train
station. Porters unpacked the limo and took our things to the train. A
quick walk took us to what turned out to be a private car.
“Another one of my clients hates for me to travel in anything but
luxury,” Jenny explained as I looked around. Her tone suggested that
such things were a given in her life. The ride was comfortable and the
scenery kept me occupied.
At twelve-thirty two waiters
appeared, wheeling in lunch. By now I was not surprised that they were
naked. When I thought about it, though, I wondered where on the train
they could be discretely naked other than in this car. Or did it
matter? This was France, after all. One of them gave me a look which
seemed to me to suggest surprise at seeing me clothed. Jenny didn’t
notice and I chose not to give him a strip show.
By the time
we finished lunch we were almost at the St. Tropez station. There yet
another limousine was waiting. A short ride took us to a dock where our
hostess was waiting.
“You must be Peter,” she said as I
stepped out of the car. Who else would I be, I thought. From her accent
I knew that she was American. Still, we went through the French air
kisses routine. “Jenny, it’s about time!” she said with a smile when
she turned to my aunt. More air kisses. She spoke French to a young
man, scantily clad I noted. Expertly he had the limo unpacked and our
bags were on their way to the yacht. Well, I assumed it was a yacht.
Air kisses done, Mrs. Oliver led us to the yacht. My jaw dropped. It
looked about the size of a Navy cruiser! “Permission to come aboard,”
she called to an attendant. “Aye, my lady,” he replied and she led us
up the gangplank. John Oliver appeared as we set foot on the ship.
“You must be Peter,” he said. I found myself thinking that these two
were masters of the obvious but remained polite. He gave me a very firm
handshake which did make me feel better about him. He and Jenny went
through the air kisses.
“François, take Monsieur Pierre to his
suite,” Mr. Oliver said. A very handsome young man, clad only in very
short shorts which hid nothing, greeted me and said “this way” in
delightfully accented English. The suite consisted of a sitting room,
bedroom with a king-size bed and an en suite bathroom.
François set down my bags and proceeded to take off his shorts. What he
revealed only confirmed what I’d thought when I first saw him. “Madame
likes boys and the servants to have these shorts in case it is
inappropriate to be naked.” I had an inkling of where this was going
but said nothing. It did not take him long to get my things into the
elegant armoire. My clothes settled in the armoire he took out of it a
pair of shorts identical to his. “I’m sure these will fit but we should
be sure of that in case I need to get another pair.”
It didn’t
take a genius to get the message that I was to undress. After two weeks
of almost non-stop nudity I was surprised that I felt some hesitation
about undressing in front of this stranger, even though he gave me no
cause for embarrassment. As an article of clothing came off he took it
from me to put in the armoire. When I was fully naked he openly
assessed me. After the last two weeks I certainly was used to that. I’d
already done that to him, so it was only fair.
Once I was naked he handed me the shorts. No surprise that they fit perfectly as everything had so far this trip. “Tres bien,”
he said when I had them on. “Perfect fit. You will need to wear them on
deck while we are moored but you are expected to be nude everywhere
else on the boat.”
“Um, who else will be naked? Besides us?” I asked as I pulled the shorts off.
“All the male staff except for the older men who are our superiors.
Monsieur and Madame have grandsons who often join us, along with two
younger nephews. Madame says that boys should not be modest, to use her
word.”
“I’ve heard that quite a bit lately,” I told him. “I would like to rest for a while. Are there plans for the day?”
“Tea will be served on the back deck at four o’clock and you are
expected to be there. Dinner is at eight o’clock. I will get you in
time for tea. Until then you may relax.”
I thanked him and he left. The bed was incredibly comfortable and I did doze off but was awake when François returned.
“You will need your shorts for tea. Madame is disappointed that you
will have to wear them but she prefers tea on the back deck. You will
be naked for dinner.” I pulled on the shorts, put on a pair of sandals
and he led me to the deck. Two male attendants, dressed as I was, were
setting out the food. Off to one side four boys of varying ages were
seated together. Mrs. Oliver and Jenny were chatting but Mrs. Oliver
stood when I joined them.
“Peter, meet my grandsons George and
Thomas. Named after our founding fathers.” Two boys who were twelve at
the most stood and we shook hands. Two older boys stood up and joined us
“My youngest nephews Albert and Edward, named after British royalty.”
They were my age. They glanced at my crotch and I at theirs as we shook
hands. This family had an interesting style of choosing names. “You
boys sit and Henri will bring your tea when it’s ready.” The boys
guided me to where they had been sitting.
In a few minutes Mr.
Oliver joined us. I wondered if the parents of these boys would join
us. As if reading my mind Albert said “our parents can’t be here but
that’s no reason for us to miss the cruise.” With that we began
exchanging personal information. My story seemed unremarkable compared
to what the boys had to tell. They had traveled the world, spent time
at the Cap and other nudist resorts. Private schools, of course.
“Grandma says that you’ve just been at the Cap,” George, the elder grandson said.
“Yes. It was quite an experience.”
“So you like being naked,” George continued. I hadn’t said that I did.
“We’ve been brought up that boys should not be modest. Most of our
lives we’ve been naked at home and often visit naked places. Mom and
Dad do prefer to be nude when they can. We didn’t go this year but
we’ve gone to a summer camp for boys that is full-time nude.”
“It’s great,” Thomas chimed in. The older boys chuckled.
“It is a good experience,” Albert, the elder of those two, said. “It’s
an excellent way to help boys overcome any modesty. Unlike a lot of
boys our age,” he nodded toward his brother, “we still don’t care if
we’re naked around people who are clothed. Or naked, too.”
This all was very interesting. Quite a different lifestyle than I had
at home, though apparently quite common among Jenny’s friends.
“How do Mr. and Mrs. Oliver know Jenny? She hasn’t told me.”
“Just call them John and Mary,” Edward told me. The other three nodded
agreement. “I know that Jenny has had some business with them but I
think she and Aunt Mary knew each other before then. They definitely
are old friends.” I glanced over at them and they showed every sign of
this being true.
As we were chatting the tea and light finger
sandwiches were brought to us. Everything was delicious, just enough to
take the edge off my appetite but I knew it would not spoil dinner.
After tea Albert said “let’s show you the ship.” It really was a
floating mansion. The boys had their own room for games, videos, and
such. I was pleased to see that there was a full-size pool and a place
for diving into the ocean from the boat. A choice of fresh and seawater
for swimming.
We ended up at the pool. “We’re off deck so
pants off,” Edward said when we got to the pool. The two younger boys
were prepubescent and looked identical in their undeveloped genitals.
Albert and Edward both had reached puberty, showing well-trimmed pubic
bushes. All four were uncircumcised. Again I was the only one who was
circumcised. They clearly took note of my condition but said nothing.
Shorts off we all dove into the pool. George and Thomas were wrestling
and horsing around in the shallow end. Albert said that was what they
like to do. I was with Albert and Edward in the deeper water but we
were able to stand. There was more “getting to know you.”
At
exactly seven-thirty Henri appeared and announced that we were to get
ready for dinner. “Don’t be a second past eight o’clock to the dining
room. Uncle John is a stickler for promptness,” Albert told me.
“Thanks for the tip,” I said. We had to put shorts back on, though only
for the walk back to our cabins. I was glad to be rid of them. Being
naked now I was clothed for dinner already but did enjoy a few minutes
to rinse off after the pool. Nonetheless, in case I might need to use a
public deck I did put on my shorts. I made sure I was at the dining
room door about five minutes before eight.
“Bonsoir, mon ami,”
said Henri who was at the door. “I will take your shorts.” Again
feeling hesitant I did take them off and hand them over. Just as I did
the two younger boys came rushing up. They were well practiced in this
routine and their shorts very quickly were in Henri’s hands. Albert and
Edward followed and were more dignified. Henri ushered us five naked
boys into the dining room. Place cards were at our assigned seats.
We boys were seated in the same area though with adults nearby which
proved helpful for conversation. Dinner was leisurely and elegant. I
looked forward to more for however long we’d be on the ship.
It was eleven o’clock when the meal broke up. I went with the four boys
to the rec room for about a half-hour of video games. We all were tired
and went to our respective suites. I found out that each pair of
brothers had a suite together.
At some point during the night
we had set sail. When I woke up it took a moment for me to realize it
but a look out the cabin window showed that we were moving. I was quite
excited to be on the water. As I was taking care of morning business a
discrete knock came at the door and François let himself in.
“Ah, you are awake. Bien dormire?”
“Tres bien, merci,” I responded. François explained that breakfast was buffet style and was in what he called the morning room.
“When you are ready I will take you.”
“Now is fine.” I was glad of guides as I got to know the ship. I’m not
sure I’d have found this room on my own. The range of offerings for
breakfast was sizeable. Thomas and Edward wandered in at about the same
time.
“Those two could sleep until Noon,” Thomas told me when
he joined me at the table, referring to the other two boys. We spent
some more time getting to know each other. They told me that there was
a private part of the boat where the adults could go and be naked.
“It’s closed off,” Edward said. “We can show you where it is but can’t get in.”
“I guess they should have their privacy.”
“Yes, but they see us nude and we never see them,” Edward answered. “Somehow it seems unfair.”
“I guess it is. What’s up this morning?”
“Pool for me,” Edward said.
“I’m going to get some sun,” Thomas told me. All four boys already had
fine overall tans. “There’s plenty of room for that around the pool.
Join us.” I agreed to that and we were off to the pool.
The
other two spread out on towels to lie on for tanning. I jumped into the
pool and enjoyed swimming alone for a while. After about twenty minutes
Thomas called to me “you gonna get some sun? You don’t want to lose
that great tan you got at the Cap.”
“I need to get out, anyhow.” I dried off.
“Gotta have sunscreen,” Thomas said. He produced some and started
putting it on me as I stood there. He was quite matter of fact about my
penis and showed no sign of wanting to get me hard. I was fine with
that. These guys still were new to me. I did my twenty minutes per side
then we all got wet.
As Noon approached Edward told me “lunch
is buffet style, like breakfast, in the same room. The food is out for
only an hour because Aunt Mary doesn’t want people to lose their
appetites for tea. We can go over now.” We dried off, pulled together
our stuff and were on our way. I let the two boys lead.
As
Thomas predicted, there was no sign of the other two boys until
lunchtime. They already were at the table, looking a bit groggy, when
we entered. Now with all five us together we could plan for the
afternoon.
“Around two o’clock the captain turns off the
engines and lets us drift. That means we can swim off the ship and not
have it abandon us,” Albert told me. I could tell by his face that he
enjoyed those times.
“I think I’d like to lie down for a while
but I’d appreciate it if someone would come get me when it’s time to
swim.” All four said “of course.” We had polished off our lunches and I
went back to my cabin. I had no idea where the others went.
Coming and getting me turned out to be a bigger event than just knocking on my door.