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Camping in France by Eddie

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Camping in France by Eddie by the differences between us.When Des wrote back to say he would very much like to go camping with me in August I was delighted. He also made a suggestion which intrigued me - that we should invite Trevor, who had never been to France. This gave me a further idea. At first I had thought of back-packing, but as three was an odd number I remembered that my friend, Graham, had a car and that if he could get a week off in August we might all be able to go together.To cut a long story short it was finally agreed between the four of us that we would go during the second week of August and that Graham, who had a trailer and a tent, would bring his car and we would all share the expenses equally.I need to tell you about Graham. He is five years older than me and his father and mine were friends who had season tickets at the local football club. My father died suddenly when I was eight and Graham's dad continued to look after my mother, my sister and me whenever a helping hand was needed so I looked up to Graham like a big brother. We were both keen on football and by the time I was 13 my mother was letting me go to City's home games with him at the weekend. He was 18 then and had recently moved out of his parents' home into a bed-sit near the city centre. I believed there had been some sort of difference with his parents but I didn't discover what it was until I was 15. He had left school at 16, being no scholar, but he is a friendly, considerate kind of guy and he got a job with a firm which specializes in tyres, wheel-balancing and tracking. He's a good employee and quickly achieved promotion but he kept himself to himself and his football matches in my company seemed to be his main interest in life. I was wrong, of course, and I discovered it in the following way.We had been to a Saturday match together and for the first time he invited me round to his bed-sit for toast and tea. My mum, who always worried about me, had agreed to this. When we got to his room I was amazed to see how much electronic equipment he had. He had satellite TV and lots of video tapes lining the shelves of his bookcase. Idly, while he was in the bathroom filling the kettle to make tea, I took one of his tapes off the shelf to look at it and was amazed to see a picture of three naked guys with stiff pricks standing in close intimacy with each other. While I was staring at this Graham entered the room and saw what I was looking at. For a moment he looked embarrassed, but he said nothing and bent down to plug in the kettle. I said naively "Hey, Graham, what's this ?" and he looked up and said "Nothing." Well it was obviously not nothing and I was intrigued so I said "Can I play it ?" "No you certainly can't" he exclaimed. Well this got me fired up. I had been wanking for several years but had never seen anyone else do it and I had never thought whether Graham masturbated or not. He was not especially good-looking and was slightly overweight, with a pleasant round face and carried himself in a bouncy, cheerful kind of way. When I got to know him REALLY well I discovered that he had no hang-ups save that he resented the fact that he was gay. Whatever had made him like that, whether it was in his genes or to do with his birth or upbringing - or a combination of those things - he hated it. That is why he had moved away from his parents into a bed-sit and though they suspected his sexual orientation they were never sure. If my mum had known she would not have let me visit Graham or go to football matches with him but fortunately, as it turned out, she knew nothing about it.He was honest and a good friend, so when I asked if all the tapes were similar, he said "Mostly." "Do you watch them every evening when you get back from work ?" I asked, and he nodded, adding that he watched them in bed, too, before he went to sleep. I wasn't sure how to put my next question, so I blurted out "Do you shag yourself while watching them ?" and again he looked a little embarrassed and nodded - ever so slightly. I was getting the picture. "Play it for me" I said. He shook his head. "Go on … If you don't I'll tell my mother."Since then I've often thought what a cruel and thoughtless thing that was to say, but I was pushy and young. It put him in a quandary and the easiest way out was for him to choose the lesser of two evils and to play the tape. "OK, but promise to tell no-one" he said.The tape showed a towelling dressing-gowned man letting another, similarly clad, into his bedroom. Soon they were naked and their stiff cocks were getting the treatment. I was sitting on the edge of my seat with excitement, dying to stroke my hard-on and leaking pre-cum. During a brief pause in the action I looked up at Graham to see that he was equally engrossed and was covering a bulge in his trousers with his hand. By the time the tape had finished four men had ejaculated over the recumbent body of a fifth and there was spunk all over the place. "Wow, that was great," I said, "It's got me all excited." "Me, too" said Graham, his hand still resting on his crotch. "How often do you do it ?" I asked. "What, masturbate ?" he said. He considered this for a moment (our tea quite forgotten) and then said "About five times a week - and sometimes twice on Sundays.""Would you do it with me, now ?"No - you're too young.""I'm not - I've been doing it for ages.""You're under age. It would be wrong.""I won't tell anyone ….."But the unkind threat was there - that I would tell if he didn't masturbate with me.He said "Look, we can wank ourselves but not each other. Would that be OK ?"It certainly was ! We were both dying to whack off. We sat side by side on his bed, unzipped our flies and took out our dicks. His was fat, especially in the middle, and about six inches in length. He had a short foreskin and when he stroked himself it moved up and down his cherry-red glans. I had a longer foreskin and a longer dick but not as fat, and I liked to bare my dickhead and massage underneath the tip with two fingers using pre-cum. I was fascinated by the differences between us. As he stroked himself I noticed a bubble of pre-cum emerge from the tip of his dick. "I always cum soon after I get pre-cum - it's a kind of sign that I'm good and ready," he said and with that he started stroking faster and I suspended my own operations to watch his. He certainly went for it ! Soon he was breathing hard and then he said "It's cumming" and out shot a jet of spunk as good as anything I'd seen on the videotape, followed by two more jets and a series of dribbles down his shaft. "Wonderful" he gasped as he opened his eyes. "Now, how about you ?" I didn't need any further encouragement. I hitched my shirt above my midriff so that there would be no tell-tale marks for my mum to see and soon my spunk was flying as his had done. In all this we never touched each other and in fact it was not until I was eighteen (when it was legal between "consenting adults") that we did so. Graham was a stickler for obeying the law !This first meeting led, of course, to others, always after a football match. I learned that Graham didn't meet other gays or go on "the scene" (as he called it) and that I was the only one who shared his secret past-time - or vice, as he thought of it. I didn't think of it as a vice at all and used to ask him questions about sex which he had some difficulty answering. For instance I read somewhere that a "scientific experiment" had been carried out to find out how long the average male took to masturbate. The answer - apparently - was two minutes and they had been blind-folded while doing it. I had a crazy picture in my head of a row of blindfolded men all wanking away with the scientist sporting a huge hard-on while he watched and timed each ejaculation; but Graham said that it was probably one man alone in a cell who pressed a buzzer when he had finished. I also thought that the amount of pre-stimulation would speed up ejaculation so there was nothing very "scientific" about the experiment and that different techniques could slow it down. On this we agreed, and we celebrated by watching a particularly exciting video and cumming off very quickly indeed ! We also talked about recovery time because in the article the same scientist had measured different men's recovery time - that is, how soon they can cum again after the first orgasm. When we tried it once Graham was able to do it quicker than me, though the results were disappointing - harder work and less spunk. The older you get, so the article said, the longer the recovery period ! Privately I thought that recovery time probably depended more on the strength and force of the first orgasm and the degree of stimulation but I'm not a scientist and it didn't seem to matter much. Our average time, by the way, was about two minutes ! by the time I reached University I still met Graham from time to time and went to football with him during the vacations when there were matches. By this time we were wanking each other (though not very often) and I had had similar experiences with a couple of other friends. Then I met Des, as he has explained in the previous story, and was overwhelmed by his size and technique. He was also a really nice guy - friendly, cooperative and completely unflappable whereas I know myself to be more highly strung. He says "Is bigger necessarily better ?" but I know it to be true that a huge tool is a real turn-on for another person, whereas if one is just having wank on one's own, it doesn't matter how big you are. It amazes me that some guys have expensive, messy and painful (and mostly unsuccessful) operations to make their dicks bigger !So you now have the background picture to our expedition to Brittany in August - me and Graham, Trevor and Des. I was looking forward to meeting Trevor; but Graham, who had not met Des or Trevor before, was a bit apprehensive. As I said, he hated being gay, and at 26 he was also five years older than the rest of us.Well, in the event, we couldn't start out until the Saturday afternoon because Graham had to work Saturday morning. He drove round to my house with his car and trailer in the afternoon, having packed his two-man tent and cooking gear sufficient to make coffee in the mornings. (It had been agreed that we would go to French cafes and restaurants for our meals except for breakfast, when we would buy fresh bread and croissants.) He also brought a sleeping-bag and some blankets, to which I added my own sleeping-bag and gear. Then we set off on the round trip to collect Des and Trevor and began the long journey to catch the night ferry from Plymouth.Graham and I shook hands with them when we met at Des's house - a picture of innocence, four young people loading up and setting off on a camping expedition to France. We all had sex on our minds, though ! I took a good look at Trevor - and liked what I saw. He is about 5 foot 10 inches and has a slim and well proportioned body and fine features. His skin is chocolate brown - it shines as if burnished. He is quiet and well mannered and soon we were getting on well. Des, who has a driver's licence, sat in the front while Graham drove and I sat in the back with Trevor. After a couple of hours of driving and chatting I gently put my hand on his knee and he didn't flinch - just moved it a little closer to mine and covered my hand with his. We smiled at each other - an implied promise that we would have some fun during the holiday to come.We caught the ferry, on which we had booked a cabin for four, and spent some time drinking beer in one of the ship's bars before turning in for the night. The narrow cabin was arranged with two-tiered bunks on each side and was not suitable for sex, though we probably all thought about it. But we had a week ahead of us, were getting to know each other and could wait, so I don't think anyone indulged in a wank that night.The following morning (Sunday) we landed and drove the 30 miles or so to a camping site which I had booked in advance, not far from the sea and a Breton village with a bar, a café and a boulangerie. The site was on a promontory, so the sea was on three sides of us down some rocky cliffs. The sun shone and we quickly had our tents pitched. Des had borrowed an ex-Scout tent from his father which had plenty of room for all four of us if it should rain, but we kept most of our gear in Graham's trailer, with its waterproof cover. He had also brought an air-bed and two sleeping bags (as Trevor didn't have one) which unzipped so that they could be zipped together to make a double sleeping-bag. We had agreed that for the first night we would sleep in our original pairings - i.e. Des and Trevor, Graham and me - but that we should ring the changes after that. Graham and I were very intrigued to see that double sleeping bag and wondered how Des intended to lay it out!As soon as the camp was ready and we had inspected the washing/toilet block we went down to the nearest beach. The sun shone on the sea, the waves and the sand and we promised ourselves a bathe after lunch. Then we went into the little fishing village for a drink at the bar and lunch at the café. As I was the only one who could speak French, I did the ordering. After that we went for a scramble on the rocks and had our bathe. Perhaps we all sized each other up in our bathing trunks, but it was Des who caught the eye and made us feel jealous. What a bulge the lad has !After that we went in the car for an excursion inland and up the coast, scouting for good restaurants to use during the days ahead. We found several and made a note of the menus and days on which they were open and then it was time for our evening meal, which, with two bottles of wine, we enjoyed very much in the little fishing village. As we had had an early start to the day AND because we were excited about the night to come, we went to bed quite early. When we went for a wash in the toilet block I noticed that Trevor and Graham were both wearing a full set of pyjamas whereas Des and I made do with our underpants.When Graham and I reached our little tent we had to decide what to do about our separate sleeping bags. Each was too narrow for two people to squeeze into, but if we got into one each, we wouldn't be able to reach each other! So we agreed to lie on top of them and cover ourselves with the spare blankets. We didn't have air beds but the two bed rolls we had were quite comfortable.I had never before been in bed for a whole night with another man and I don't think Graham had either. But it was a lovely feeling to have his warm, willing body so close to mine and it was not long before I had undone his pyjamas and had my fist firmly round his thick tool. He wasted no time, either, in encouraging me to kick my underpants to the bottom of the bed. We came off almost together, probably in about two minutes, and then realized we had the whole of the night together. Time to test Graham's recovery period ! After a short interval I put my hand on his limp dick, then drew circles in the spunk on his body and reached for his dick again. It had re-stiffened a bit and grown ! With further gentle encouragement it became completely hard so I pumped it quite vigorously. He was moving his hips and making every effort to achieve the second orgasm, but it must have been all of five or six minutes before he groaned and said "Here it cums." In the dark I could not tell the extent of the "splashdown" but when his spasms had stopped he did a lovely thing - for the first time he put his arms round me and kissed me. And - being tired as well as shagged out - that's how we went to sleep. We woke in the early hours, went to the toilet for a pee and then climbed into our separate sleeping bags.We slept well that night and I felt very good about Graham when we woke in the morning. We crept out of the tent quietly so as not to disturb Trevor and Des and took the car down the village to get the bread and croissants for breakfast. On our return I lit the gas stove and boiled a kettle to make coffee. Des emerged first from his big tent and I caught a glimpse of Trevor lying darkly in the bed. The sleeping bags had been zipped together to make a double one. "Have a good night ?" I asked archly, but he only smiled and said "Of course." It was another lovely sunny day which we spent exploring the nearby coast line and bathing. Monday and Tuesday nights were to be in the "new" pairings of me and Trevor, Des and Graham. This meant that either Des or Graham had to vacate his tent, which we settled by spinning a coin. Des lost so he moved in with Graham, and I was able to share the airbed and the double sleeping bag with Trevor. We had our usual good meal and two bottles of wine in the evening and returned to our camp for the night's adventures with our new partners.We had a little electric lamp in Des's tent which we could just read by. Trevor got into bed first, fully pyjama'd. He didn't say much and we both read for a few minutes while we got used to lying next to each other. Gradually I eased over in the bed, gently pressing my leg against his. He pressed back - just a little - and soon I was wanting to put my book down and switch off the light. He agreed and we lay quietly, enjoying the sense of closeness until I could wait no longer. I placed my hand on his chest and started to undo his pyjama jacket buttons. When it was open I turned my attention to the bottoms and soon had the cord unfastened. The way lay open to the treasure below !While I was doing this he didn't attempt to touch me but I could tell that he was excited and when my searching fingers closed round his dick it was fantastically hard. I fingered his dickhead and finding his loose foreskin I eased it back, uncovering the glans. He breathed deeply at this and I went on to cup my hand round his balls. They were a splendid size and he breathed deeply again while I fondled them. Then it was back to his long, thin shaft which I started to stroke gently and then more vigorously. Just as I thought I was getting somewhere he put his hand over mine and said firmly "You first." That was OK with me because (a) I was dying to cum and (b) there was the implied promise that he would too. So I dropped my pants and guided his hand to my hot dick, all slippery with pre-cum. He had a wonderful touch which was gentle and demanding at the same time and I was in ecstasy. "I'm close" I groaned, then soon afterwards "I'm going to cum" and I shot my load all over the place. He knew just how long to go on stroking me and when to stop and I was in heaven when the spasms stopped. "That was wonderful" I said, "Just give me a few minutes and I'll return the favour."Well, I did. It took a lot more stroking than I ever needed myself and he had no pre-cum, but when he finally spurted, by God it was an event. He covered his chest and belly with goo and I rubbed it into his skin and mine and felt really happy. We must have gone to sleep immediately afterwards because it was morning when I woke. Trevor was peacefully asleep next to me, his breathing slow and deep, his body completely relaxed. Enough light was filtering into the tent for me to see him and to make me want to see more of him ! So I placed my hand, ever-so gently on his chest and moved it sideways to his nipple. I felt it harden under my hand so I moved across to his other nipple and then down to his waist. His breathing became less slow and deep ! My own dick was now hard and urgent so I felt for his hand and took it and placed it round my shaft. With my other hand I felt for his and it was enormous. I badly wanted to see it so I said "Can I roll the cover down so that I can see you ?" He grunted (which I took for assent) so I uncovered us both and there it was - long, shining and black - and very, very hard. It stuck out away from his body and his balls were an enviable size. "You first, this time" I said and I peeled back his long foreskin, noticing that his glans was darker than mine, and, kneeling beside him, began to stroke him as he had done me the night before. Glancing up at his face I saw that he had closed his eyes and was enjoying every stroke ! I kept going and after a few minutes (definitely longer than two !) I saw his heavy balls creep up towards the base his long dick and his dick itself lift a little. Then a long jet of white cream shot from its tip, describing a perfect arc and landing in a quivering pool on his dark belly. I was entranced ! Another jet and then another and there were three pools of glistening spunk. I fingered the now slippery glans and he shivered with pleasure, all the time keeping his eyes closed. There was fleetingly a funny expression on his face when he opened them - half embarrassed and half triumphant. I rather liked it. But I had to add my own spunk to those pools so I took my hand away, all sticky-slippery with his, and started to massage my sensitive tip quite fiercely. Well I was hugely turned-on, but just before the final ascent to orgasm there was a noise outside and Graham said "Are you coming to get the bread then ?" There was just a hint of emphasis on the word "coming" though I don't think he was able to see into the tent. I certainly was "cumming" so I grunted to him that I would "come soon" and "came" almost immediately all over Trev's hairless chest. He watched my ejaculation keenly then smiled and said laconically "Great ! Don't get any of that on the bread."On the way to the village boulangerie I didn't tell Graham I had just had a terrific orgasm but I did ask him about Des. He paused for a moment before replying, then looked round at me and said simply "He's awesome." I knew then that Graham was happy too !Well, the sun shone again on Tuesday and that night was just as good as the first with Trevor (we had just one orgasm each.) In fact everyone seemed happy, even though it had been agreed to adjust the pairings for Wednesday and Thursday. I was to sleep with Des, while Trevor and Graham were to be together for the first time.We were in holiday mood, the sun continued to shine, and the food, wine and sex were superb. What more could you want ! Well, Des was absolutely fantastic. He's very laid-back about his size but he's completely reliable. Once he gets to that "third phase" of his, nothing is going to stop him and what a load he shoots ! On the Wednesday night I did something I'd never done before - I asked him if I could put his enormous cock in my mouth. This was before he'd got to phase 1 and he said he had no objection (if I didn't) so long as he didn't actually spunk in my mouth. As my lips closed round that fabulous cut dickhead of his he gasped with pleasure - and continued to do so as I massaged his glans with my lips and my tongue while gently stroking his long thick shaft with my hand. He reached phase 1 fairly quickly, taking his rod abruptly from my mouth. I liked the taste of his pre-cum and I loved the "hard softness" of that hugely engorged head in my mouth. I was urgent to hold it like that again, using both mouth and hand and he let me, withdrawing again as he felt the approaching orgasm tighten in his balls. On the third wave, however, he groaned "I'm close … I'm going to cum" and I took my mouth off his cockhead and stroked him fast. Because we were in the dark I didn't see or feel him cum, but I kept stroking - and he kept pumping out his juice. When we had had sex before it was usually me who came off first, so I felt really good that this time it was him. He lay there for a few minutes, exhausted, before turning to me and asking me if he could do me in the same way. Well, of course ! I let him know when I was about to shoot so that I didn't cum in his mouth and it was one of the best and most intense orgasms I ever had in my life. Sleeping next to him all night, spent but content, was a pleasure and Graham had more or less to drag me out of the bed in the morning to go and get the bread. He had had a good night too (his first with Trevor) and was happy too.On Thursday night we repeated what we had done the night before, but I shot my load first and we took longer over it. We used a towel to mop up with, otherwise the bedding would have been awash with sperm ! Friday was another sunny day. After we had bathed we drove further along the coast than we had been before and found a restaurant for our evening meal where six or seven courses, washed down with several bottles of wine, took almost four hours, so we got back later than intended and decided to sleep as we were rather than change partners. In fact, what with the meal, the alcohol and the week's night-time "activities" I was pretty tired and Des and I went to sleep without even a hard-on. I rather think Graham and Trevor did the same.I woke early on the Saturday morning because there was an unusual noise and it took me a minute or two to realise that it was rain drops pattering on the tent ! We had got so used to the fine weather that we had forgotten it could rain. I looked out of the tent and saw only low cloud and driving rain. Over coffee and croissants in the large tent we discussed our options and decided to go to visit the concrete Nazi U-boat submarine pens at St Nazaire. The visit was a success but when we got back to the camp there were still two hours before we could go for our evening meal and it was raining. We had brought a couple of bottles of wine with us and after we had opened the first I suggested we play a game of cards. Trevor looked doubtful about this, saying that he never played cards, but Graham said we could soon teach him. I then thought of a game which involved only one card, where the players each have three "lives" (and one extra for the first player to be out) and the winner wins all the "lives" at the end of the game. For this reason the game is usually played with sweets as "lives" and the winner, if he is kind, gives the lives out for the other players to eat. We therefore hunted for sweets and found just enough toffees to play one game. We had two trial rounds for everyone to get the hang of the game, which involves either passing your card to the player on your left if you think it is low or saying "Stick" if you think it will not be the lowest card when they are all turned up at the end of the round. If you pass your card to the player on your left he must give you his card. The dealer is the last to be passed to and has the option of turning up a card from the pack. Aces are low so if, for instance, you pass a "three" to the player on your left and he gives you an Ace, he can "stick", knowing full well that he won't have the lowest card at the end of the round. It's very satisfying to do this and the player with the lowest card loses a life. When you lose three lives you are "out" and take no further part in the game unless you are the first out in which case you get the extra life. It's amazing how often the player who gets the extra life wins the game.Trevor soon learned this amusing game and what with the wine and the closeness of our four bodies kneeling in a circle in the big tent, we were soon laughing and joking. Trev, with beginner's luck, won the first game and gave Des, Graham and me two toffees each, which left him with seven. Carelessly we ate them so he gave us another, leaving nowhere near enough for another game. We opened the other bottle of wine and I suggested we could play again if we each forfeited an article of clothing every time we lost a life. Looking round the tent I reckoned each of us had five articles of clothing on - shorts, underpants, t-shirt and two socks. Whoever got the extra life (and if he lost it) would be reduced to his underpants ….There was great enthusiasm to play again and as the wine flowed and our mirth and enjoyment mounted, so our clothes were consigned bit by bit to the back of the tent. Des got the extra "life" and promptly lost it. He took off his shorts without hesitation and sat down to watch how the game would end. All eyes swivelled to that magnificent bulge in his pants and he responded by saying "Take a good look, fellas, it'll be your turn next !"And so it was. Trevor won that game too, discarding only his socks, and it was quickly agreed to play another with just the clothes we had got left on. This meant Des would be naked as soon as he lost another "life" but in fact it was Trevor (his luck deserting him) and then me who lost all our clothes first, leaving Graham and Des with just their underpants on for the final round. Des lost and without embarrassment stepped out of his pants and there for us all to see was that fabulous equipment of his.I couldn't resist. "How about a circle jerk, fellas ?" I said. We were all a little high on the wine and the excitement of stripping. We had to explain to Trev what a circle jerk was and the rest of us had only seen it done on porn films. I found the towel that Des and I had used and spread it in the middle where we had been playing cards. We all knelt round but it took a moment or two for us all to become hard so I considered what the penalty should be for the last person to cum. "The last person to cum gets to write this holiday up for others to read" I said. Graham looked doubtful but then realized that he usually came quicker than anyone else, so probably wouldn't have to do any writing. He immediately started stroking himself. Trevor, who had already written about Des, didn't want to have to write again so he started beating his meat, and Des and I joined in as soon as they had really got going. Looking round the circle I was amazed to see the different techniques employed. I thought of that "scientific article" and if I could have timed it, I would ! Des was still in phase 1 and I was gently massaging my glans to keep pace with him, whereas Graham was really going for it and so was Trevor. I reckoned that normally Graham would cum first, followed by me and I was not sure who would win between Trevor and Des. So I dawdled a bit and watched.Graham was the first to show. His hand was flying and he lifted his head and said "I'm close …. Ooh, I'm close ….Ooh I'm CUMMING" and he shot a wad onto the towel. Our eyes then shifted to Trevor who was working hard and swaying at the knees. He said nothing but suddenly that long thin dick of his, pointing straight out over the towel, erupted and his first jet landed on the other side of the towel from him. He nearly fell on his face on the towel with the force of his ejaculation. Everyone clapped and I saw again that fleeting expression, half ashamed, half triumphant which I had seen before. I looked at Des. He was through phase 1 and working up to the end of phase 2. I knew I could cum any time if I increased my pace, and when he got to phase 3, with Graham and Trevor's eyes glued on his tool, I looked at him and nodded slightly. He understood : we would cum off, if possible, together.Timing your orgasm with another is a difficult feat, but by luck we managed it. I'm not sure that Graham and Trev saw mine because Des's was so spectacular. The first jet shot up into the air and went a full semi-circle before landing at the extreme edge of the towel. No-one clapped (I couldn't because I was coaxing every last drop out of my own dick) because it was such an awesome performance. That first jet was followed by several more, all leaving the tip of his dick with extraordinary dynamic force. Des was just "big" every which way !Anyway, once it was over, it was time to clean up, wash the towel and go out for our meal. It had stopped raining so we hung the towel on our improvised line while we went to the local restaurant. It was our last full day in France and we had certainly made the most of it. During the meal we agreed that both Des and I should write up our stories and that's what we've now done.I don't think there was any further "activity" when we rolled into our sleeping bags on our return to the tents. The towel remained unused and the next day we had to pack up and catch the afternoon ferry to Plymouth. The sun came out again and we had time for a last bathe before our departure. Our swimming trunks held no secrets now !When we got back to the UK Graham drove Trevor and Des to their parents' homes and we all shook hands, promising to go again next year. Then he drove me back to our home town and deposited me at my mother's. Before we got there he stopped the car, gave me a hug and said "We've had a great time, Eddie. Thanks !"I was quite moved - because we had !Here's to next year !