A Summer of Discovery
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 9: An Away Day

After spending much of yesterday naked, I felt constrained this morning in my shorts and tee shirt. I didn’t wear my speedos under my shorts today so that I could float free, but what I wanted to be was naked.

I tried to persuade Mr Fisher to drop us off at the beach again so we could go back to the nude beach. But he was adamant. I think he still wanted to punish us for the prank we pulled. I eventually gave up when it was apparent he wouldn’t change his mind.

It would be a long day, and he refused to leave us alone for that length of time, and he couldn’t spare a teacher to stay with us. We didn’t need anyone to stay with us; we were all eighteen, but he just droned on about his responsibilities and that if anything should happen to us, blah, blah, blah. Basically, I don’t think he trusted us.

So I sulked until it was time to get on the coach for the day’s excursion.

I wasn’t interested in where we were going, so I never listened to what he told us as Charlie drove. Darren tried to cheer me up, but him telling me that annoyed me and made me more miserable.

“I didn’t come on this fucking trip to see old towns. I came to have fun!” I told him.

“I know, but just chill out, or Fisher will start getting pissy.”

“I need a fuck.” I sighed, and Darren smiled. “There’s no fucking privacy here, and I’m fed up with them,” I beckoned to the front of the coach where the teachers sat, “watching our every move.”

“They didn’t until that stunt we pulled yesterday.”

“Fuck!” I said and slumped down in my seat, my arms folded.

Darren stayed quiet. He knew better than to disturb me when I was in one of my moods.

The quiet helped me formulate my plan.

“Sir!” I raised my hand.

I don’t think they heard me.

“Mr Fisher!” I said louder, and this time, he turned around and looked over his seat to me.

“Yes, Ben. What is it?”

“I think I feel sick.” And I retched as if being sick and managed to stop myself.

“Oh.” Mr Fisher got up and made his way over to me.

Darren leaned over and whispered in my ear. “What are you up to?”

“You’re not travel sick, are you?” Mr Fisher asked as he stood over me.

“No, Sir. I never have been. I think it was something I…” I retched again and shot up from my seat. Pushing by Mr Fisher, I dashed to the small toilet at the back of the coach. I bounded inside, locked the door and made more retching sounds.

I emerged a few minutes later. I wiped my brow and staggered back to my seat, clutching my stomach.

“It must be something I ate, Sir.” I reasoned.

“Do you feel better now?”

“No, Sir. You don’t happen to have any paracetamol, do you?”

“Yes, just hold on.”

He went back to his seat and rummaged in his bag. He gave me two tablets, explaining that he really shouldn’t be giving me painkillers due to some stupid health and safety guidance, but he could see that I needed them.

I must have put on a realistic show.

I took the pills and then slumped back in my seat.

“What are you up to?” Darren whispered and nudged me.

“Nothing. Can’t you see that I’m ill?”

“Oh yes, Ben. You’re sick, alright.” Darren grinned, wondering what I was doing.

As Charlie pulled into the coach park to let us off, Mr Fisher approached me again.

“How are you feeling, Ben?” He asked.

“Terrible.” I groaned.

He asked if I felt up to walking around the town, but I just told him I couldn’t. “Just leave me here.” I pleaded.

“I can’t. There will be no one to stay with you.” He thought a while. “I suppose one of us could stay with you.” He meant a teacher.

Shit. I thought that was the last thing I wanted. And then Charlie piped up.

“Why don’t I stay with him? I’ve got to fill the coach up anyway, and then I was just going to rest. He can lie down on the back seat, near the toilet so that he can rest up and in case he wants to be sick again. I’ll be up the other end if he needs me.”

I knew what end I wanted Charlie up.

Fisher pondered, and inside, I was willing for him to say yes. Charlie had said what I needed him to say. He knew nothing of my plan but was doing what I’d expected him to do.

“I can’t have him disturbing your statutory rest period.”

“He won’t. I’m just not supposed to be driving. That’s all it means. Besides, he’ll be back there, and I bet I won’t hear a peep out of him.” Charlie pointed to the back of the coach.

Reluctantly, Mr Fisher agreed.

“I know you’re up to something,” Darren whispered, and I put on an innocent expression. “You had better tell me when we get back.”

“I’m genuinely poorly, Daz.” I smiled at him.

“I’ll deal with you later.” Darren huffed.

“I look forward to it.” I winked at him as he got up to leave the coach with the rest of the students.

Charlie watched as they all started walking away from the coach. Satisfied that no one would turn back, he came over to me.

“Just relax, Ben. I’m going to fill up the coach and then go to a rest stop.”

“Good.” I smiled at him and rubbed my crotch. “It feels like months since that first day in the showers.”

“You crafty bugger, you’re not sick. If I hadn’t said something, you could have had Mr Fisher hovering all over you all day.”

“I know. I was counting on you. And I’m glad I did. I think you deserve a reward for doing what I wanted you to.”

His crotch began to grow and push obscenely against his grey work trousers.

“Don’t start, not yet. I need to get this thing filled up first.”

“I’ll be waiting.” I pushed down the front of my shorts and showed him my limp dick. “And so will this.” I stroked it, and Charlie watched as it hardened. He licked his lips, wanting to taste it. He sighed and left me to stroke my cock while he drove the coach to a service station.

 

I was impatient for Charlie to park up, and I continued to stroke my dick. I slipped off my shorts and enjoyed playing with my dick as it slipped between my fingers, enjoying its suppleness. It grew thicker and longer, and the dry, smooth skin allowed it to glide freely. We had hours to kill, so I didn’t rush. I liked it best when I took it slow, taking my time.

As my dick got harder, it reached upwards until it pointed to the ceiling of the coach. I let go and looked at my throbbing dick. Clenching my muscles, I made it twitch.

I grasped the shaft and pulled downwards. I watched as my foreskin unrolled over my knob, the pale pink skin giving way to the glistening red. My knob was already moist and gave me a constant stream of pre-cum to play with. I never required artificial lubrication.

I used both hands, my right slowly stroking my shaft, the fingers on my left teasing my knob and smearing pre-cum. I didn’t have to worry about being seen, but I relished the excitement that I might be. A lorry may overtake, its driver glancing over at me and seeing me stroking my hard dick.

The coach lurched to a halt. I opened my eyes and pulled my tee shirt over my dick. We were in the service station with other coaches and heavy goods vehicles. There was now a chance of being discovered. I kept looking out the window while I carried on stroking my dick through my tee shirt; a small damp patch appeared and grew as I kept on wanking. I ignored it, figuring it would dry later and wouldn’t be noticeable.

When Charlie pulled out of the service station, I pulled off my tee shirt and sat naked at the back of the coach. My dick ached and throbbed as I continued to stroke it, my pre-cum slick against my shaft and hand. My movements caused a faint squelching noise as the fluid was squeezed out from between my fingers.

As Charlie pulled into the rest area, I looked out the windows. It was deserted. I figured it got used more in the evenings or overnight as truck drivers rested before continuing their journey.

The engine shuddered and fell silent. Charlie got out of the driver’s seat and walked down the aisle. I stood up, and he saw my naked body. He stopped momentarily and looked at me. I beckoned him to join me at the back. I sat in the middle of the long rear seat, my legs wide open and my dick oozing.

Down on his knees, Charlie licked my knob before swallowing my dick. I leant back and gave him full access. He knew how to handle a cock, and his mouth played on mine like a musical instrument. His hand rolled my balls, his fingers lightly squeezing them, which sent my dick throbbing as his mouth sucked down the extra pre-cum.

I flexed my hips forward. His hand could now reach past my balls, and I felt his fingers probe my hole. As his finger slipped in, my dick oozed even more and throbbed between his lips. My knob surged with blood, and as his tongue rubbed against it, I gasped. Charlie was a fantastic cocksucker.

Two fingers were now violating my arse, and I was bouncing up and down slightly, making sure his fingers fucked me. My dick throbbed, and my balls ached. With each stroke of his fingers up my arse and the touch of his tongue up and down my shaft, I gasped. I couldn’t help it; I gasped with each move, and bouncing made my skin flush. Beads of sweat began to ooze from my skin. I rode his fingers faster, and sweat poured down my forehead and into my eyes. It stung, and I tightly clamped my eyes shut, but I kept fucking myself on his fingers.

Only my knob remained between his rose lips. His tongue working hard on my knob and driving me crazy. Sweat continued to pour over me and dampened my hair. As I thrashed my head, droplets of sweat flew from my fringe.

My dick burned as I was getting close. My groaning got louder.

I sat heavily on his finger, my balls were pulled close to my body, and I felt the pain as they forced my cum out of me.

Charlie had my dick clamped firmly between his lips as I shot violently into his mouth. As my first shot hit the back of his throat, I felt him choke a little before he could control my flow of cum.

As my dick calmed, he swallowed.

Charlie stood up, the obscene bulge in his trousers now in front of my eyes.

I unclasped them and pulled down his fly. His bulge poured out, encased in his white briefs, the fabric translucent where the tip of his cock had oozed. I pushed my face against his bulge and opened my mouth, sucking in part of his shaft through the fabric. Saliva drooled from my lips, further wetting his briefs. I pulled down his trousers so that I could feel more of his cock through his pants. My mouth slid along his length, and his briefs were loose enough to let me suck in one of his balls.

Charlie unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall from his shoulders onto the floor. I peeled down his briefs and held the shaft of his cock between my teeth so that it didn’t slap me in the face. My lips replaced my teeth, and I rubbed them along his shaft, opened my mouth wider to allow his knob to enter and went down, down to the base.

As I sucked his cock my hands felt his arse cheeks, I loved playing with the fleshy globes, pulling them and stretching them to reveal the hole, letting the air tickle their hole, teasing them, letting them wait for my fingers which sometimes would not come.

His thick cock stretched my mouth and pounded the back of my throat. Saliva drooled over his cock and leaked out the side of my mouth. I invaded his hole with my fingers and tasted more of his pre-cum as my fingers hit his prostate.

I pulled my lips from his cock and my fingers out of his arse, and I sat back, panting. I raised my feet off the floor, and Charlie approached me, grabbed my ankles and put my feet behind his head. My arse slipped down the seat, and his cock prodded me, looking for my hole. I reached between my legs, grabbed his cock and guided it in.

With a strong and steady thrust, Charlie pushed deep within me. “Oh, fuck.” I cried. “Fuck me!” This is what I needed. This is what I had been craving for days, the feel of a hard cock invading and filling me.

He pulled out and slammed back in. My balls knocked together like clackers, and my soft dick slapped against my belly.

Charlie filled my arse and stretched my hole with his thick cock, his hips thrusting his cock inside me and pulling out. He fucked me faster, harder. I was rocking against the seat as his cock impaled me.

My hole gaped open when Charlie pulled out too far. But Charlie didn’t miss a stroke pushed forward before he realised his cock was loose. Thrusting forward, his cock hit one of my testicles like a pool cue striking a cue ball. It was pushed away from its neighbour and away from its usual position. Charlie followed through with his thrust, pushing my testicle further out of alignment. I squealed. I must have sounded like a girl, and any evidence of my growing hard-on was swiftly lost.

Charlie was into fucking me too much to realise the damage he had caused, and on his next stroke, he connected with my hole and was back inside.

My mind now focused on the sensation in my arse, my stretched hole and my massaged prostate. It distracted me from the pain in my balls. A few strokes later, I never felt anything from my injured ball, and my dick filled out.

Both of us were sweating, and I could feel drops falling from Charlie onto my chest.

My dick was now hard and swayed as Charlie pounded my arse; the tip was exposed, and a small drop of leftover cum oozed out. I couldn’t touch myself as I was clinging to the seat, stopping myself from slipping off.

Charlie pounded me hard, his cock now hitting my prostate with each stroke. At every touch my dick twitched, my balls contracted, and a rope of clear fluid oozed free and wet my belly.

His cock felt fantastic inside me. I was getting more and more vocal with each thrust. My dick got thicker and thicker, and I longed to touch it but didn’t dare for fear of falling off and Charlie losing his momentum.

The pounding was relentless, and my dick got red and angry. A few more thrusts and my pre-cum was flowing constantly.

My knob looked almost purple, ready to explode.

Then I felt like screaming.

Charlie continued to pound me as my dick erupted. It flailed helplessly in front of me, sending my cum in all directions, over my chest and into my hair. The first shot hit my forehead and was now dribbling down my face. I continued to come as Charlie kept fucking me. Finally, my dick stopped spewing but remained hard as my arse was still being pounded.

Gasping for breath, Charlie went in even harder and faster.

Then the world froze.

His dick lodged deep within me came, stretching my hole further as it pulsated, shooting his cum inside me.

As his cock calmed, he rocked his hips, milking his cock of cum. We were panting, our bodies glistening in the sun as our skin was covered in sweat.

I let out a deep sigh as he pulled out his cock, and I felt his cum ooze out of my hole.

Charlie crouched down and licked the cum that was dribbling out. Then he put his tongue inside my gaping hole, licking out more and sucking hard.

With my arse clean, he licked my cum from my body.

Feeling exhausted, I lay on the back seat and closed my eyes.

Charlie spread himself over the seats in front of me. We lay listening to each other breathing. I felt empty without his cock deep in my arse, but the memory of it caused my crotch to flex, and a drop of something dripped from my cock and stained the seat.

“You know we have another seven hours before I need to pick the others up?” Charlie said.

I smiled and wondered how many times I could get Charlie to fuck me in that time. “Let me know when you’re ready again. My arse needs that fat cock of yours.”

“Doesn’t that mate of yours plug your hole?” Charlie asked.

“Daz? Yes, he does, but we don’t get any chance at the campsite. Fisher constantly checks up on us, and I swear he patrols the tents at night. I don’t even get the chance to have a crafty wank.” I chuckled. “Besides, your cock is bigger and fills me up.”

“Don’t let Daz hear you talking about his cock like that.” Charlie laughed.

“He doesn’t mind. He’s mostly straight but thinks my arse is tighter than any pussy he’s fucked. You are going to ruin my arse for him.” I laughed.

“Well, I’m ready again. Get your arse over here and sit on it. It’s about time you made an effort.”

I went over to Charlie and saw him lying on his back. His thick cock was pointing to the roof. My arse twitched, and I lowered myself onto him. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my arse swallowed his stiff cock.

This would be a fun few hours away from Fisher and his vigilant eye.

 

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