Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2011 01:05:21 +0000
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Brad and a Walking Holiday

Brad and the Walking Holiday.

By Alex Carbine

Please Note:- In written porn you have the choice of whether you use
condoms or not.

In reality there is NO choice.		Be safe and careful.
Always use condoms.

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nor do they care as to who they are going to infect, maim or kill.


	I introduced you to the character Brad Putt in my story 'Brad and A
Day at the Sauna' in Nifty.org, Gay Male, Adult Friends, Nov 24th 2011. His
story continues ...


	"Oh it's You. He's busy," said The Boss's secretary when Brad
walked into the Office for his appointment. She had the knack of not
looking up as she spoke, and Brad could not think what colour eyes she had
as he thought he had never seen them, ever. In fact he was not sure what
her face really looked like, but imagined her to be not very pretty, and
spotty, and wrinkled, and old. "You can sit over," she said jabbing at the
air to her right with her Biro, "You make the place look untidy." Any
similarity between her and 'Miss Moneypenny' from the Bond films did not
exist, and instead of throwing his hat onto the hat-stand behind her, he
would love to throw enough cow dung over her to bury her completely. That
would tidy up the place no end, he thought to himself with a slight smile
as he sat down on the uncomfortable single wooden chair near the corner. He
saw the shape of His Boss approaching through the frosted glass in the only
other door in the room, other than the door he had come in through. The
small dirty window, high up in the wall, that was filled with a vista of a
brick wall, was the only other means of escape.

	His Boss did not offer him a chair so he had to
stand. "Surprisingly, you've had good sales figures this year," The Boss
said condescendingly, looking at a single sheet on his desk. "So I have
decided to give you a Holiday." Brad looked at him sideways. The Boss never
gave anyone anything, not even a cold. "Yes, sales are going to be pretty
slack post Christmas, this January, so I thought the Company can afford to
give you your annual leave – the whole three weeks – so you can go do
something with the time, instead of having the odd day off." The only odd
days off of leave he had been allowed to take had been when he was sick,
thought Brad. "Obviously we can only pay you your basic wage, as you won't
be selling anything during this period ..." Brad looked up at The Boss's
face but he had turned away and was looking out the window, the one with a
vista of trees and grass, and fresh air in the Park across the
road. "Thanks Boss," Brad said unenthusiastically.

	"He's laying off all of the Sales Staff this month to save on the
wages bill," said Sour-Face-the-Sectretary, with a grin. She was enjoying
the humiliation. "I suppose if we are not working, you won't have anything
to do, either," answered Brad as he went through the door, pleased to see
the smile wipe off her face as she realised the implication. "Have a nice
day yourself, or should I say Holiday?" he said and closed the door softly
behind him.

	Pouring over the largest scale map of the English South Downs Way
he could find in the Library and which was spread out on his kitchen table,
Brad looked for likely night stops for this walking holiday.  People had
travelled along the route of the South Downs Way for over 8000 years, back
into the Mesolithic or Middle Stone Age. The higher and drier chalk ridge
of the Downs offered much easier travelling than the wet and thickly wooded
Weald below. Brad imagined sighting the ancient monuments, burial places,
and just simply walking on his own where others had walked for thousands of
years. Regardless of the weather, it rained wherever he went, he had the
proper kit and he looked forward to it.

	That evening he was reading up on the proposed journey when he read
that 'The Long Man of Wilmington', a giant figure cut through the grass
into the white chalk under, had been changed for a joke. Overnight, between
17 June and 18 June 2010 a football pitch marker or similar object had been
used to paint white lines onto the grass so that it looked like a massive
white cock and balls erection had developed onto the Long Man, rivalling
that of the Cerne Abbas Giant's cock and balls.  'Now that' he giggled to
himself 'is a cock I would loved to have seen'.

	He planned to take ten days to walk from Winchester to Eastbourne,
and booked his overnight stays in the various Bed and Breakfast and Youth
Hiking Hotels on the way, being a member of the Youth Hiking Association
since a teenager, using the Hotels for previous holidays in Scotland and
The Lake District. Setting out with a knapsack full of useful gear and dry
clothes, he made his way to the local train station and thus to Winchester.

	It was on the seventh day he was able to actually see 'The Long Man
of Wilmington' cut into the South Downs, and was able to imagine how the
public at large must have felt when first seeing the erection that had
blossomed up the hillside on the morning of 18th June 2010. Brad stopped
and sat on the bench staring at the Ancient Monument, and because he had a
hard-on at the thought of it, the first hard-on he had had since he had
left his house a week ago. He realised that he had not even had a morning
'wood' as he had been sleeping in strange beds and thinking of the day's
hike ahead from the moment he woke. He felt suddenly that the Long Man of
Wilmington could be an omen for things to come.

	'Having passed through the picturesque village', his Guide Book
informed him, 'the Youth Hotel is only 0.8 of a mile away'. Stepping in
through the cottage portal he was faced with the Reception desk and a
notice which asked rugby players to be sure to register before going any
further. His heart dropped. The last thing he wanted was a bunch of drunken
rugby players carousing all night. Asking the Receptionist what was
happening she smiled 'ever so pleasantly' and said "Oh, I don't think they
will disturb you," in a totally disarming way. "However," she continued, "I
am afraid you will have to share a dormitory with them." 'Great' he
thought, 'just my luck to have to share with 15 vomiting bruisers singing
all night.'

	He was just about to ask where alternative lodging could be found
when she said, "Here's one of them now." He looked over the Mother and 15
year old, looking for a rugby player. "His name is Jimmy and I will pick
him up the day after tomorrow," said the Mum to the Receptionist. "I am
sure he will be OK with us. How did the match go today?" she asked. "They
are is the semi-finals!" the Mum replied, "And I am sure they will be in
the finals. Wesley told me that he will take care of them personally!" The
Receptionist looked to me as the Mum retreated to her car leaving the kid
behind. "They shouldn't be too much bother, and it seems you may be the
only other adult staying here tonight. Do you think you will be OK with
that?" Brad was outwardly calm, but inside he felt the power of The
Wilmington Man's cock rising to meet the challenge.

	"Of course, I suppose." he said. "Your sure there no other adult
looking after them? I mean I have seen one boy, and I presume there are the
full 15 in the team?" "Yes," she nodded, "we are looking after the whole
team. In fact there are two teams, the under 16s and the under 18s, and
their trainer is responsible for them all, but he is booked to be in the
bigger dormitory with under 18s. I am assured they will be no problem," she
looked at her bookings ledger, "but we have no more space available to
offer you. So, if you are OK to share with them ......." She looked up at
Brad and fluttered her eye lids. "Once we lock up tonight, and they can't
use the Bar can they, they can't get up to any mischief or harm, can they?"
she added. "No of course, I understand. Maybe I ought to meet this Trainer
first?" said the noble Brad sincerely, stepping into the breach and
thinking to himself, 'It will be like locking a fox in with the hens'.

	The trainer, Wes, was both apologetic and grateful. Sitting and
talking in the Bar, he explained that the two teams were playing in a
tournament, and doing well. The under 18s squad, however, were a little
more hot-headed than the Colts, and due to a problem with the accommodation
lay-out, and the fact that he had been let down by one of the fathers who
should have been helping him, he could only have himself as the adult
presence with the teams. He thought he was going to have to stay up all
night and patrol the dormitories to stop them getting up to anything, but
if Brad was happy to sleep in the Colt dormitory ......? Brad said he would
volunteer if there was no other way out, and anyway, he said, he could
always call on Wes if there was an emergency, not that there would be
..............!  And so it was agreed. Walking upstairs to the dormitory to
leave his gear, Brad felt his cock get a little larger in his jock, and was
telling himself that he was not to get involved, that he would be going on
his way in the morning.

	There were eight wooden double bunk beds, just enough for sixteen,
a rugby team and himself! In the corridor before the dormitory were the
toilets and showers. He picked the bottom bunk by the door, and put his
ruck-sack on the bed. He recognised Jimmy, the boy he had met in Reception,
was at the other end of the room by the window with a couple of the other
boys in the team. They came over to him. "Hey, Mister! What's your name and
why are you here?" a lad asked bluntly. "My name is Brad Putt, and please
no jokes, I've heard them all! And I am here by chance because I am walking
The South Downs Way from Winchester to Eastbourne, and I need to rest
before going on. So let's hope that that is what's going to happen!" Brad
said pointedly and surveyed the upturned faces. They all nodded
solemnly. Brad smiled. "I am sure we will all get on together famously."

	Dinner time was a bit of a 'bun fight'. The kids ate beef burgers
and chips, and the two adults let them express their high spirits without
any blood being spilled. Wes introduced Brad to the members of the teams
and told them that they were not to play Brad up, or else their parents
would hear about it. They were all told to be in bed by 9 o'clock, showered
and ready for sleep, and Wes suggested they go and watch TV until
then. Brad and Wes met up again in the Bar and sat chatting over a couple
of beers, before Wes told Brad he was going to his wing in the house to get
a shower before the 'lads' used all the water. "Good idea," said Brad and
they bid each other a 'Good Night'.

	Up in the dorm, Brad unpacked his ruck-sack in order to select what
he would need. Bedding and towel were supplied by the Hotel, so he put his
toiletries to one side, for use later. Looking through his clean linen he
found he found he had no nightwear, as he usually slept in privacy, and
that he only had three clean pieces of underwear, all jock straps. He left
one of them out, with a 't' shirt for the morning. There were a few boys at
the other end of the room playing with electronic hand games consoles, and
he went over to them.

	He was not prepared for what happened next. They had all been
clustered around one boy, who was sitting on a bed with his back to the
door. The other lads saw Brad approaching and straightened up and began
drifting away, but the lad sitting was not aware of Brad as he had his ear
plugs in his ears and was concentrating on the contents of the screen. When
Brad looked over his shoulder to look at what he was playing, he saw it was
a DVD player with a 7 inch screen, and the disc being played showed three
muscular boys sucking each others' cocks.

	He looked up at the other boys and they were either looking
elsewhere and trying to be busy or looking at him to see what he would
do. After the initial surprise, Brad smiled and put his finger to his lips
in the universal sign of silence. He then leaned close over to the boy's
shoulder and pointed with his finger to the boy on the screen that was now
fucking another's arse hole, in close up. The lad watching nodded and then,
realising the hand attached to the pointing finger was a lot older than his
friends' hands, suddenly jumped and looked round, straight up into Brad's
laughing face.

	Brad recognised him as the 'Jimmy' he had seen being handed over by
his Mum, and when Jimmy realised that everyone there was laughing at him
being caught, he started laughing ruefully as well. "Don't worry son. I was
young once myself!" said Brad when Jimmy had removed his ear
plugs. "Although I must say that we did not have DVD players in those
days. And it is not the type of disc I would have expected to run into."
"You won't tell Wesley will you?" asked Jimmy a bit serious now. "At your
age, as far as I'm concerned, anything goes sexually. Later on it tends to
work itself out. Don't worry on my account." He looked around at the others
there and said, "I'm just here to remind you that it will be lights out at
9 o'clock and you all have to wash and brush your teeth before then. It's 8
now, so you have an hour." They all nodded mutely, so Brad added, "And I'm
going for my shower now before you lads use all the hot water." And with
that he turned and went back up to his bottom bunk by the door.

	The bathroom had washbasins, three wall-mounted urinal bowls, four
toilet compartments and six showers in a row. The only privacy was if one
closed a door on the toilet compartment, but each door was minimal,
starting 2 feet above the floor and finishing at shoulder height. Brad hung
his towel on the hooks next to the washbasins, and walked over to the
urinal naked. He had just started peeing when the door opened and four of
the lads entered. Brad turned to look at them and they were wearing just
towels and carrying their toiletries bags. He returned to concentrating on
pissing in the urinal. He was immediately flanked by two of the boys, as he
was standing at the middle urinal.

	He looked to his left to see that boy was looking to his right and
directly at Brad's cock. He looked to his right to see the boy there was
looking to his left, also directly at Brad's cock. He noted that neither of
the boys were pissing yet. The boys were using both hands to hold their
cocks and Brad's cock started to thicken involuntarily. He looked over his
right shoulder to see the other two boys had dropped their towel where they
stood and were standing facing him, gently wanking their stiffening cocks,
and smiling unselfconsciously. He was reminded of the 'Chinese' saying
"When rape is inevitable, lay back and enjoy it." Brad started to run a
hand along and back his own cock, revealing and hiding his glans with his
fore skin as his cock flooded itself with blood, ballooning its' length and
thickness as both the young lads watched, their own cocks following in
Brad's lead of growing . The only difference was that his cock was 7 inches
long and theirs were about 5 inches. He turned round so his back was to the
urinal and continued to slowly wank his cock.

	"Jimmy said you might want to play," said a boy in front of
him. "My name's Billy," he said. "This is Ron," nodding to the boy next to
him. "On your left is Graham but we call him Hay, and on your right is Vic,
who is going to suck you off." Brad had been nodding 'Hallo' as he was
introduced and watched as Vic dropped to his knees and took Brad's helmet
in his mouth, feeding it in with both hands round Brad's now hard
stalk. Brad put his hands on his hips and enjoyed the moment of having his
cock sucked by a 15 year old, the silence now only being broken by the
slurping sounds of Vic's mouth. Looking at Billy, Brad asked with a
contented smile, "How come Vic got the short straw?"

	"Vic don't like being fucked," answered Billy simply. Brad digested
this answer before stating, "Which means, by implication, that the rest of
you do ... like being fucked that is?" "Any time, any place, any where!"
sung Hay gaily to Brad's right, reminiscing music and words of the drink
advert. Brad laughed. "So I am to understand that you all are a bit picky
then," he said with a grin, and took hold of Vic's hair and started to
thrust deep into the boy's throat, his adult hips going back and forth like
a fiddler's elbow. Then he slowed down and Vic continued bobbing his head
on Brad's knob as before, but now he only had one hand round Brad's cock,
the other was wanking his own cock frenetically, his hand almost a blur on
his stiff, circumcised erection.

	"I think we all ought to have a shower," Brad said, "over there,"
indicating the 6 showers, "before I have a personal one in him," looking
down at Vic's nodding head. Then he felt a sudden warmth on his lower legs,
ankles and feet. He realised Vic had just cum over him. Vic pulled his
mouth off Brad's prong and Brad watched as Vic squeezed the last glob of
cum out of the end of his cock, shaking it to make it fall to the tiled
floor. Then Vic looked up at Brad, smiled, and said cheekily, "Thanks,
Mister," followed by, "Your bit of rough was just what I needed to get me
over the top. You got a nice cock too." "And I suppose you would know?"
asked Brad with a smile. "He ought to," answered Ron who had remained
silent until then. "He sucks off anything with a cock, and I mean
'anything' not 'anyone'." Brad looked down at Vic as he got back up off his
knees and the others laughed. Vic nodded resignedly, "Dad owns a farm, you
see, so I have access to ..." "I don't think I want to know that Vic. Glad
you don't like being fucked," Brad quickly stopped him "Nah!" said the lad
stepping over to turn the showers on, "After you have had it with a horse,
everything seems like a pale reflection." "Don't believe him, Mister, his
Dad's a Postman, he just simply prefers sucking," said Ron, and we all
stepped into the falling shower waters together.

	They were all soaping each other, that is to say, the four were
taking great delight in getting soap into every nook and crevice of Brad's
body, and Brad was letting them, when the door from the corridor opened and
more of the boys came in, to wash before bed. "Fuckin' hell!" said Jimmy
when he saw what was happening "It didn't take you lot much time did it?"
They all laughed and Billy showed off by wanking Brad's swollen cock and
helmet with his soapy hand. "Watch out Mister," piped up one lad, "he'll
probably drop your balls like everything else that is passed to him."
Billy's reply was drowned by hoots of laughter. Two of the lads disappeared
into the toilet cubicles whilst the others discarded their towels and
joined the general melee under the showers, Brad's cock being not the only
one that they were all feeling and washing. Within seconds not one boy had
a flaccid cock. Brad felt a lad's soapy hand wash his anus, followed by the
same from another of the lads. "I suppose you've met Vic," said Jimmy,
casually washing Brad's cock and his own, as he shouted to Brad. "Doesn't
say much does he?" said Brad, nodding. "Always got his mouth full," shouted
another, who then gave a yelp as Vic suck a finger up the boy's bum, none
too gently.

	Eventually it was decided that they all had had enough of the
showers and they slid around on the wet tiled floor as they towelled
themselves dry. Brad looked over one of the closed toilet doors to witness
a boy sitting on the pedestal wanking his own cock as he sucked the
generously sized one pushed through the partition wall by his suck
partner. He looked into the other compartment, and the boy being sucked had
his arm round behind himself as he seemed to have most of his wrist up his
own bum. 'Good trick if you can do it' Brad thought to himself and called
out to everyone that there was 15 minutes to lights-out, before going with
the flow of bodies back into the dorm.

	The boys had sorted out their sleeping arrangements, and Brad saw
that there was an upper and lower bed left empty for the two boys in the
toilets. The lads were all in pyjamas and he let them cluster in their
natural groups. Jimmy came over to Brad and spoke quietly for a moment and
then sat on Brad's bed. Brad was still wearing his damp towel and he went
to his bunk and slipped on his jock strap, every move closely watched by
Jimmy. He was sitting chatting with Jimmy, when the last two came back into
the room, and went to their bunk. It was 9 o'clock and Brad called out
"Good night" and turned out the light.

	At five minutes past nine, Wes popped his head round the door and
saw that the dorm lights were out and all was quiet. Brad told him quietly,
"No bother," and Wes called out, "Sleep well, it's gonna be a big day
tomorrow. Good luck," said "Thanks" to Brad, and closed the door as he went
out. Brad waited a few more minutes before he said "OK Boys, all clear."

	He could not turn the dorm lights on in case Wes could see from his
wing, however some of the boys had torches, which they turned on. By the
light of one torch he saw the boy climbing down from the top bunk above
him, and could see that his cock was already hard and sticking out of his
pyjamas fly. Brad climbed out off his bed and followed the lad down to the
other end of the room.

	As he passed the bunks he could see twos and threes on the bottom
beds as various friends were already sucking and wanking each other. Brad's
cock rose to the moment and began tenting the front of his jock. Before he
reached the window at the end of the room, he found that a couple of
blankets had been folded lengthways and laid on the lino floor with a
pillow. "Lay down on your back," said a voice near his ear and he did as he
was bid. A boy either side of him took each of his legs and started
massaging them lightly. At the same time one of the lads straddled his
stomach and started rubbing his chest, his fingers circling round and over
Brad's nipples. Finally a lad stood with his feet either side of Brad's
head, facing Brad's feet. In the torch lights shining on him, Brad looked
up along the boy's finely haired legs to where they met, and saw the lad's
waving ball sac and the erect boy cock that the boy was wanking. Brad was
in his second heaven as the boys gently smoothed his legs and chest.

	Then he felt hands at his waist. He raised his bottom and enabled
the removal of his jock strap, which was replaced by a warm, wet
mouth. 'Probably Vic' he thought with a smile. The lad at his head started
to bend his knees which splayed apart, widening the fork of the lad's legs
as it descended. He could now clearly see in the reflected torchlight the
boy's opening brown anus, his balls and sack, and the underneath of his
wanking hand and cock. The inviting anus ring lowered closer and closer,
until it covered his mouth and his flicking tongue. He tasted the flesh and
smelled the residue of cleansing soap. He licked the offered hole, sticking
his tongue deep inside. A boy either side was taking the lad's weight,
supporting the lad's legs and buttocks. and pulling the lad's bum cheeks
apart to give Brad easy access.

	As he licked, the boy on his stomach slid himself backwards, and,
with another boy holding Brad's incredibly stiff cock steady, the boy
continued to move on back until his sphincter was touching Brad's exposed
helmet. But the lad did not stop there, Moving on backwards, the lad forced
Brad's helmet into and through his ring muscle, sliding Brad's thick
phallus in as easy as a hot knife through butter. Brad felt himself plop
through and into the heat of the boy's receptive velvet sleeve. The boy
waited a few moments to let his sphincter adjust to the girth of Brad's
cock, before slipping back again down onto the base of Brad's
erection. Brad took hold of the stiffy of the boy above his face and
started to wank it as well as licking his hole out. As he slid his finger
and thumb, held in a circle round the circumcised head of the kid's cock,
the boy's ring twitched and pulsed on his saliva coated tongue.

	Then the boy on Brad's cock started to fuck it as though on a
mission. Brad was not sure if others were lifting and lowering him, all he
knew was that the boys delicious ring and love glove slid up and down the
length of his knob and stalk almost remorselessly, distributing pleasure
with every move. The arse hole over his face, and the cock he was wanking,
floated away into the darkness and was replaced by another boy's hard cock,
plunging into his mouth as the lad performed press-ups over him. His hand
was placed on the boy's bum and he was encouraged to stick his fingers into
the moving tight target between the cheeks. Brad got a finger in and then
held his hand still so that the lad effectively fucked himself as his cock
fucked Brad's mouth, impaling himself on Brad's finger as he withdrew his
cock from Brad's mouth, and vice versa.

	Brad felt his legs being pulled apart, and then felt something
being inserted into his own ass. It was too thick to be a boy's finger and
he realised that one of them must have brought a dildo with him, unless
they had been through his rucksack and found his. And so this is what the
lads did. Brad lay on the floor with his cock fucking a lad, his mouth
being fucked by another lad, and his bum being invaded by a soft, pliable
dildo. He just lay there and let this wonderful stimulation wash over him.

	Then he managed to call out that he was close to cumming. "You
don't want to do that yet, do you?" said a voice as his three sex maniacs
withdrew individually from his body. It seemed to him that all the boys
circled round him, standing over him as he lay on the floor, and in the
light of their waving torches, they wanked their cocks, squirting their
individual loads at his face, his open mouth and eyes. He watched their
spunk issuing forth and falling onto him, looking up at them as they looked
down at him, pulling their cocks until each splattered the contents of
their balls over him. He tasted all that landed in his mouth or was
reachable by his scooping tongue. When the last boy had drained himself of
his cum, Brad was helped to his feet.

	It was Jimmy, he saw in the dim light, that took hold of his cock
and pulled him along the dorm to his bed. And it was Jimmy who wiped Brad's
face and chest with his damp towel and sat down, alongside him. The lads
returned slowly to their bunks, whispering and giggling. The lad climbed up
the ladder to the top bunk above them. Brad looked at Jimmy, and Jimmy
leaned over and kissed his lips. "Like I said earlier, we don't have enough
beds," whispered Jimmy. "But there are 15 in a rugby team, and with me,
that makes 16. We have 8 double bunks, so what's the problem?" answered
Brad quietly. "Oh, and another thing. I haven't cum yet myself, you know."

	Jimmy started removing his pyjamas, until he stood naked. Brad
could just make out Jimmy's stiff cock pointing at him. "No, there are 15
in a team, plus the injury replacement spare team member – that's 16!"
said Jimmy. "And then there is you," Jimmy finished. Brad stood up to let
Jimmy turn down the bedding. As Jimmy was bending over, Brad stood up
straight and slipped his hard cock in between Jimmy's cheeks, caressing the
boy's butt hole with his wet helmet, as he held the boy's hips. A face
loomed up in front of him belonging to the boy on the top bunk. "I hope
these bunks don't shake too much as you bum him!" said the cheeky little
voice before the laughing face disappeared again, only to re-appear and the
voice say, "And thanks for licking me bum just then. It really made me cum
all that much better. Good night," and he kissed Brad's nose before melting
back into the dark.

	Jimmy climbed into the bed and Brad followed him, curling his arms
around him and kissing the boy's ear lobe from behind, as his cock found
it's goal between Jimmy's pert little bum globes, and Brad started on his
home run for a cum before they went to sleep . The boy in the top bunk
drifted off into the arms of the 'sandman' contented, but truly tired, as
the squeak-free bed gently rocked him off to sleep.




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