The Interpreter

The threesome in the Pines

1979 had been a very good year, my income was much higher than I’d hoped, and there were three major conferences I worked at in Hamburg, Germany, on the International Marine Search and Rescue Convention organised by the UN, and the First World Climate Conference at home in Geneva. Add to that my Radio work and my efforts at translating a couple of very successful novels into French, German and Italian, I had been quite busy. By the end of July I felt I deserved a break and that I had earned a break.

At the start of the month the annual meeting of the presenters and producers of the “Musica di tutta Europa” or “Music from all Europe” programme actually met in my home territory in Lugano, and I was delighted to play host to the nineteen participating radio stations from Europe plus two new non European stations in French Canada, and Israel.

I’d had a blast working with Gunther closely once again and avoiding the lovelorn Åke as much as I could. The two production teams from Lugano and Cologne had a final wrap up meeting after which I had lunch with my long-time friend and sometime lover Gunther in which I confessed my need for a good holiday but that I had no idea where to go and have some good fun.

Try Bayonne in the South West of France, he urged, there is a marvellous beach a few kilometres up the road at a place called Plage Les Casernes, it’s a wild beach, with great Atlantic waves, a long sandy beach, sand dunes you can hide in all day, a pine forest and I’ll know you’ll enjoy the gay naturist beach. There is a camping site nearby with shops, café, showers, and all the facilities you’ll need and if you don’t get off with a few dozen guys at least, then I’ll be stuffed. I’ve had plenty of action there in the dunes and in the pine forest”. He pulled out his Filofax and presented me with a card for the camp site owner.

“Go on give it a go, just throw your camping gear in the back of the car, grab a handful of francs and go for it. It’s an eight-hour drive”.

I wished him goodbye and took the train back to Geneva and to my apartment. I needed the break and there was nothing until mid-September for the Software Engineering Conference in Munich.

When I got home I considered Gunther’s words, he’d never done me wrong and so I called the camp site owner and made a booking for ten days with an option for a further ten if I was happy. So eager was I to get away that I left the next morning for the drive across central France. As I sped across the Route A89, a very poor road very much in need of an up-grade I kept my eyes open for single male hitchhikers. Unfortunately there were none that I fancied picking up and trying to seduce and so I was left alone with the radio and my cassettes of music.

I stopped at Clermont-Ferrand to top up with fuel and to have a break and again just before Bordeaux and arrived at the site just before 6 pm. I checked in with the site owner , paid my fee for ten days and was shown the facilities and was left to pitch my tent and set up myself to be comfortable. It was seven thirty when I had completed my corner of the field. It was still quite light, and I decided that I’d take a walk along the beach to see what Gunther had been talking about. I strolled up and down for about thirty minutes and made my way back to the site to visit the café, eat and buy some cognac to sip on before relaxing in the darkness and falling asleep.

The next morning I woke really refreshed. I had been warm and comfortable during the night. I went to the showers, washed and shaved and again hit the café for some typical French breakfast. I called in at the shop bought some drinks, water and snacks and packed my towel, sun cream, umbrella and my book and set off to find the gay nudist area.

It wasn’t too difficult to find. Even before ten am, there were naked guys already set up at the top of the beach just underneath the dunes. I found a quiet spot well away from staring eyes and set up my spot. I stripped off all my clothes and oiled myself with the cream to protect myself and climbed up the dune to have a look from on high. There were lots of dunes with well-trodden footpaths and about one hundred metres further back was the pine forest that Gunther had told me about. Already there were guys of varying ages strolling about the dunes and I caught a couple heading into the pine forest. Plenty of time for that I thought and went back to my belongings. I was left alone for about half an hour before the more curious guys started to walk by. They were all naked and I was most definitely being cruised but I just lay back or concentrated on my book. Then one middle aged guy attempted to set up his pitch about twenty metres from me. I made my displeasure known by slipping on my shorts and turning my back to him. He quickly got the message and moved on. Just before lunch a younger couple walked past me and stopped for a talk, asking where I was from and how long I was staying and so on. They walked on about fifty metres away and stripped off and rubbed sun oil into each other and sat back to enjoy the sun. Some guys were walking past me having been on the dunes and I soon learned that this was a quite busy place. All the guys were naked. There was one black guy, nicely built who I noticed a few times pass me by, smiling at me but not stopping to talk.

One of the couple came back to talk to me. They were going for a swim in the breakers and would I keep a watch on their belongings. I agreed to do so and watched them walk to the sea and frolic in the large Atlantic waves. A very cool looing guy came up to me and crouched next to me and spoke in English. He had a decent body and had opened his legs wide to show off his package. He was nicely hung with his cock hanging below his balls. Every now and again he was deliberately playing with his cock, talking about the action in the dunes and in the forest. I listened to him and humoured him as I was getting some decent facts about the area and action nearby and he invited me to take a walk with him. I was still keeping a watch on the couples belongings and told him so. He brushed off the information. “No body is interested in stealing stuff here, it’s such a drag to get it to the car park. You can leave your stuff here all day and cruise the beach and the dunes and have it off in the forest with no problem”. I turned him down for now and he offered to rub sun cream into my back which I accepted. He got a bit too personal when he reached my backside and I thanked him and lay down to catch the sun.

I was enjoying myself when I heard the tread of feet in the sand and it was the black guy again, passing me by, closer than he had been before. Again I got the smile. I heard voices by the couples belonging and looked up to see them back at their gear this time with another guy. They waved their thanks to me and the three of them sat down together. I looked back to them about ten minutes later and it was very obvious that they were fucking each other. All three of them, quite openly and a little noisily. A couple of more middle-aged guys walked up to them and watched, stroking their cocks but it didn’t put off the threesome. Another more elderly man walked right up to them and attempted to join in the action touching the bodies of the performers. This was too much, and he was roughly pushed away, and I could easily tell that he was being given a mouthful of verbal’s from one of the guys in French. The other two guys also walked away. Then the black guy walked up to them and stood very close to the guys and was jacking off on his substantial cock. He stood there for about five minutes and then walk away towards me. His erection swinging in front of him as he walked. Again as he passed me he smiled broadly at me but didn’t speak or stop. I watched his backside also swaying as he walked away and I thought about having sex with him sometime.

The performers must have come as the action had stopped and the guy who had joined them walked away and towards me. He was a very attractive guy in his mid-twenties, with a slender build and a decent cock that just hung as he walked by. He blew me a kiss and in a sly voice told me that I should have joined in the fun. I was ready for a cooldown in the ocean, so I walked over to the couple and asked if they could watch over my gear. They agreed and I ran to the sea and dived into the huge white rolling breakers over and over again, really enjoying myself coming up for air and shaking the sea from my ears. Each time I dived into the waves the noise of the crashing breakers was really loud but enjoyable. A couple of other guys came by to enjoy the surf with me, laughing and joking and shouting to each other in Dutch. They came closer and closer to me. They were a very good-looking couple and really tall like most Dutch guys. I went beyond the breakers to the calmer sea, and they followed me. I lay on my back floating in the ocean with my arms spread wide. The men copied me and were swimming closer to me. They spoke to me in heavily accented English. “This is great fun huh”. The guy rolled the r in great heavily, typical Dutch. For a moment I debated how to answer him. I used my English too. “Yes I just arrived last night and I’m loving the sea”. Both the guys swam up to me, treading water, their hair plastered to their heads, and both with appealing eyes and faces.

“You are English”. They claimed.

Actually no I’m not.

Surprised, they asked again, “so where are you from with such a good English voice”.

I admitted to then that I was half English and half Swiss Italian.

They spoke to each other in Dutch coming even closer to me, almost in touching distance.

“How long will you be staying here”?

I told them ten days maybe twenty days and that it would depend on how much I enjoyed myself here.

Again they conversed in Dutch, it was as if they were trying to agree what to say or what to agree upon. I didn’t mind, I liked these tall handsome guys, who were now right against my floating body and stroking my chest and legs. I started to get hard.

“So we leave tomorrow. We go to Sitges by Barcelona, and then to Malaga to see the naked men there and have fun then we come back here on our way home to the Netherlands. We like to be warm and naked with other warm men”. It was unambiguous, they told it as it was as direct as the Dutch could be.

One of them, the shorter of the two as far as I could tell from their bobbing about in the water took my hand and pushed it down under the water directly onto his hard cock. It was a thick one. That was easy to know. My cock gave an involuntary throb. I found that I had to stop floating and join the guys treading water. The other guys reached under the water and grabbed hold of my hard cock and took in a lung full of air and dived under the water and the next thing I knew I was being sucked off under the sea. He was under there for fifteen seconds or maybe more, but the thrill was unmistakable. He came back up for air and said something in Dutch and the other guy dropped down under the water and repeated the cocksucking exercise, The taller first guy took my hand and also guided it to his hard cock. My god the guy was the equal of the other if not bigger!

The second Dutchman came back up for air, shook the water from his hair and called out in Dutch, smiling at his companion.

“Do you suck”?

I admitted that I did but had never done it underwater. I looked back to the beach beyond the breakers, there were a number of guys, all naked walking along the tide line and some nearby crashing into the surf as I had done a few minutes before.

“Go on try it with us. We won’t let you die”. I was persuaded and I held onto the shorter guys dick and took in a copious amount of air into my lungs and dived down. I easily found his cock with my mouth and instantly thought about how I was going to suck him. I pushed my lips against his cock and opened my lips making a seal around his cock and moved down lower against his shaft. He was thick and lengthy, but I had his cock in my mouth and was licking his head. I felt good. I had done it. I had sucked my first cock underwater. I pulled off his cock and floated back to the surface. The guys were kissing each other, and I felt myself being pushed down again I reached for the taller guys cock and made my way to suck on his hard on. Yes he was bigger than his friend as I found that I had to open my mouth further to accommodate his cock. I sucked on it for as long as I could and rose to the surface gasping for air. The guys were happy and smiling and they each rewarded my with another underwater blow job. We were happy with each other, and it was suggested to me that I join them in their hiding hole in the dunes. I agreed and we jumped about in the surf as we made our way bac to the shore and the guys joined me back to my belongings. I waved my thanks to the guys watching over my gear and the boys assisted me in carrying up into the dunes to their belongings. We spent five minutes sorting out our stuff and making ourself comfortable.

They had wind breakers set up which gave them some privacy. The sun naturally dried our bodies of the sea water and we sat down and took each other in. I asked their names. The shorter guys was called Wim, and the taller was Luuk. He spelled out the name telling me it was the Dutch spelling of the English Luke. I introduced myself and they were surprised that I had an Italian name. “When your father is Swiss Italian…..” I said, leaving the sentence unfinished.

I announced that I was hungry and only had eaten the small French breakfast that morning at the camp site. It turned out that the guys were also at the same site and also hadn’t eaten so we all brought out of food and drink and chatted generally as we ate our lunch.

Unbelievably, the black guy walked by the three of us smiling directly into my eyes. He was on top of the sand ridge there Wim and Luuk has set up their suntrap. With his huge cock like a sundial pointing out directly towards the three of us. As soon as Wim was about to say something to him he disappeared.

Luuk told me that it was always like that and that the guy was a prick tease, but he did know of one guy who had sex with him and said it was fantastic.

 “Wim confirmed the fact mentioning it was with a German guy they knew. It passed my mind that maybe it was Gunther. After all he had told me about this beach and claimed to have had some good sex here.

We cleared up our food and drinks and used lots of sun cream on each other and lay down on our towels. It wasn’t long before I was being touched up by the guys and my cock grew to fill strength and the guys were giving me a full blowjob, taking turns apiece. I relaxed as they enjoyed my cock and reached over to take their larger and more substantial cocks in my hand. The guys exchanged words in Dutch and then asked if I would suck on their cocks too. I was delighted to do so sitting up to get better access to them both. It turned out that the best position was for me to lie opposite to them so my head was in line with both their hard cocks and my cock was by their heads. This was a great deal; though I did want to watch the guys suck on each other’s cock’s. Of the two Luuk was the better sucker in my opinion, he was more determined to pleasure me I thought, but I was so thankful that I had two tall Dutch going down on me.

There was no inclination for any of us to shoot, it was just a pleasurable blow job. What broke things up was Luuk shouting at some guy who was watching over the top of the windbreak. The voyeur ran off and we relaxed. I asked the guys where the action was around here and they laughed.

“It’s all over the place but you have to be careful of the oldies. They love to try to get into the fun, but there was a couple of places in the woods where you could be private though you’d have to walk some distance to be truly alone with a guy”. I was assured by Wim.

Luuk stood up and reached down to pull me up. “Come with me and I’ll show you around”. He picked up a small bag, winked at Wim and we left the guy alone. We walked around the dunes towards the pine trees and there was a clear gap which served as an entrance. “Look out for used tissues on the floor. It’s a guide to where action takes place and also look around for people following you. There are some you’d rather not have around you.

I asked him about Wim and their relationship. They’d been together for seven years and they still liked to play around alone and as a couple. They both enjoyed travelling and outdoor life and being naked. We are naked at home most of the time. I asked about their plans and it seemed that they were leaving for Barcelona the next day. I also asked how he knew how to get back to the dunes. I was by now fairly lost. “listen out for the sea” he counselled, and we stopped and listened to the silence and sure enough it was easy to hear the direction of the waves.

We walked on further and he turned into what looked like a low tunnel of bushes and trees. I followed him and there was an open space, almost totally hidden from view. On the floor were plenty of tell-tale used tissues. This is one place where there is plenty of action, especially in the summer’s evenings. He turned to me and embraced me and kissed me deeply. I was well turned on by the guy and could feel his hardness against my cock. “I want to fuck”, he told me sincerely, “I want to feel you inside of me”. To demonstrate he fell to his knees and was wildly sucking my cock taking as much as he could in his mouth and throat his hands on each of my ass cheeks to steady himself. I could see his cock swinging in the air with excitement below me. He pulled off my cock and stood up. The guy must have been five inches taller than me. Breathlessly he told me again. “I want you inside of me”. I felt that I had to return the favour. I had enjoyed the underwater blow job I had given him and the three-way suck-fest we had in the dunes, now I wanted to suck him alone. I crouched down and took as much of his thick lengthy cock in my mouth. He was enjoying it and fucking my face. I turned him about so that his lovely muscled backside was facing me and I pulled apart the two globes of muscle and dived into the groove and was licking out his hole.

It was slightly hairy and clean and there was no foul taste. He called out his thanks. “Oh yeah eat me, eat me. Prepare my hole for your cock.” I lapped away enjoying myself but wondering about lube. I needn’t have worried. He stood up and turned to face me, licking my mouth and lips and forcing his tongue into my mouth.  I reached down to hold onto his cock; damn he was hard. He really wanted me. He walked me over to a tree trunk and took out a small tube of KY from the small bag he had picked up when we left the dunes and opened the lube and smeared a line of the gel along his very long fingers. He then stuck two of his fingers inside his hole pushing them in as far as he could get ensuring the lube was well into his hole and offered me the lube for my cock.

I lubed up my excited dick and handed back the tube to Luuk who faced the tree and spread his legs wide and supported himself against the trunk. This guy wanted this meanly.  Now, in spite of his height I was able to easily enter him. He took in my cock easily and called out loud his enjoyment. He was not a noisy bottom but he was giving me a great ride as I pushed my cock all the way to the base and really pushing hard against him. The only noise from our joining was the sound of flesh against flesh as I hit his buttocks as I fucked him deep. Luuk was looking around for signs of unwanted onlookers but no one was around and I continued to hammer his hole. We once adjusted our stance and took the chance to kiss. His eyes were full of gratitude. We continued the fucking for a few minutes and he lifted his arms off the tree and was jacking on his cock and playing with his nipples. He gently called out that he was coming, and I increased my speed and forcefulness and sure enough he shot his load. I could hear the juice fall against the sand. Even after he had come I continued fucking him hard, He stood upright twisting his frame and putting his arm around my back and kissed me deeply. With his free hand he was twisting my nipples and I dumped my load deep into his gut. His eyes widened at my orgasm, and he whispered “Yeah. That’s just what I wanted. Wim will be so excited when I tell him”.

I pulled out my cock and there was a splattering of my cum trickling out of his hole. Luuk reached down to his small bag again and pulled out some kitchen towel folded up and opened up the paper and ripped off a couple of sheets and handed it to me to clean up my still erect cock. With the remainder he cleaned his wet hole and his cock, and held out his large hand for me to pass my wet towel to him which he stuffed into the bag. He spanked my backside gently and led the way out of the small clearing, and we followed the sound of the sea back to the dunes.

Wim was waiting for us in the bowl of the dunes, and looked up at us when we returned.

“Was it a good exploration”?

“I thought it was an excellent examination of the area”. Luuk replied with a dirty look on his face.

We sat down together and the guys were having a conversation in Dutch. I had a good idea what the topic was as Wim had an erection and was jacking off, and looking at me with keen interest. I listened not really understanding much of the conversation – my knowledge of German helped but I was more interested in the sound of the language as it was guttural and harsh with some throaty noises. A little like Swiss German. Luuk was playing with his lovers nipples as they spoke, and I moved over to play with the sexy guys balls. Then the guys were kissing and Luuk said something that had Wim shoot a huge load of cum into the sand. I called out “Whoa”, as a few remaining drop of semen fell out from his cock. Luuk went down and sucked his lovers cock clean, passing back up to kiss and exchange the juice.  They showed me lots of tongue action between them.

We collapsed onto the towels again for half an hour and the guys then suggested that we have a swim again and pack up for the day. The beach was fuller than earlier and I was certainly cruised by a number of the newcomers. There were some straight couples walking along the beach naked and some clothed, but overwhelmingly the beach was full of men, singles and couples, and of all ages. We played, laughed and joked in the water for a while and made our way back to pack up our gear and to walk back to the camp site.

They were on the other side of the site from me and had a VW camper van which they had converted, by taking out the rear seats and installing a small fridge and lighting, attached to the side door of the van was a large tent where they had placed a collapsible double mattress and to one side there was a table and two chairs. They showed me the electrical connection at the rear of the van which connected to a metered electrical supply.

We agreed to meet later to eat at the café on site and I went back to my more Spartan tent and made my way to the showers to clean up and to wash off the salt water from my body. I put on plenty of after sun and waited for the guys to call me for supper.

The meal was good and the conversation fine and I was given an invitation to visit them in Amsterdam. The guys even told me of a cruising spot in Biarittz in the gardens by the lighthouse. There was a small gate you had to climb over and a set of stairs going down towards the sea and at the bottom was a platform where you could look out to sea and on one side was a cave. They told me that there was action in the cave and that they had once been part of a gang-bang with a number of guys working over a very sexy and eager Spanish guy. The couldn’t gurantee a gang bang but I was sure of some late night action there. Be careful of the police I was warned. I was walked back to their van and in the dark we stripped and silently sucked and fucked for an hour. It was great sex and I knew that I would have a great time if I ever made it to Amsterdam.

The next morning when I woke up their van and equipment had gone. The guys were on their way for more excitement in Barcelona. I had decided on a couple of things for sure. I was going to buy a lightweight windbreak and take over their spot in the dunes. And secondly, I was determined to get some action with the black guy.