Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 15:52:17 -0500 From: Richard Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 8 This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm happy to hear your thoughts about the story. My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is helpful in motivating me to write. Sorry for the gap since the last chapter, I got busy then sick. Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com The Naked School Teacher Chapter 8 To say that David's mind was blank would not be entirely correct. True, he could not think of anything to say to his wife Alice, but that was mostly because his mind was so full of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Over the last few weeks, David had metamorphosed from the man he thought he was, to someone he no longer recognized. He had thought he was a conventional, heterosexual man; husband, father, professional teacher. Now he seemed to have become some kind of sexual adventurer -- no, adventurer suggests that he was in control exploring himself; rather David seemed to be out of his own control and in the control of whoever wanted to exploit him in sexual matters. Even the kids, his first `adventure' on this path, were the ones who had dictated how things went. Okay, maybe `dictated' wasn't quite the word he was looking for, but they set out a choice -- he, David had chosen. He could have chosen otherwise, couldn't he? Then again, did he choose because he wanted to really reach those kids, or did he choose because that's what he really wanted to do? Hmmmm. Perhaps all of the choices he'd made in the last few weeks actually reflected who he really was rather than who he had thought he was -- who he had been trained to believe he was? Wait a minute, wasn't there something he was supposed to be doing now? Oh, yes, Alice! David, naked, sweating, covered in cum and the juices from Ron's asshole, covered from head to foot in tiny particles of gold dust, legs, arms, neck and genitals banded in heavy gold rings, ears, nipples and cock head pierced with gold rings, was standing in a high-class London hotel, surrounded by the staff, many highly placed guests, his boss the headmaster, and now ... his wife, whom he had thought safely ensconced at her parent's home in Bexhill-on-Sea! What the FUCK could he say? He said the only thing that came into his head, "Um..." "David," said Alice, "that was ... interesting!" "How, er... how long have you been here?" "Oh, I've been here since the beginning. Julia felt it best if I kept out of your sight until after the ... performance, because it might distract you." Distract him! "Alice..." David was still having trouble pulling a single thought to the forefront in order to formulate a question, "are you... ah, do you... What I'm trying to say is, are you involved in all this?" He gestured around. "David, perhaps we should talk. Go get cleaned up and I'll meet you downstairs in the lounge." So David showered but had no clothes to change into, since he'd arrived naked. Also he could not unlock the golden rings. He stuck his head outside his suite hoping to catch someone to help him out. Ron was sitting on the floor in the corridor near his door. "Ron! What are you doing?" "I was waiting for you... I was hoping ..." his voice ran down into inarticulate mumble. "It's okay, Ron, I'm happy to see you..." "You are?" Ron instantly cheered up. "Yes. But I need some help. I have nothing to wear!" "Oh, right," giggled Ron, "just a minute." He ran off down the hall. He returned moments later with some clothes. They turned out to be a bright pink tank top and a pair of fairly skimpy purple lycra shorts. David looked at him. "I'm sorry, it's the only things I got that I thought would fit -- my jeans definitely don't." David thought that was true, Ron was much smaller than him. At least the clothes he'd brought would stretch. So he put them on. The effect, if anything was more obscene that if he'd been naked. At least nudity is just the body without commentary. These skin-tight form-fitting clothes were powerfully suggestive. His cock was outlined clearly in the too-small shorts. His upper body was completely delineated in the tank, and it did not reach the low-cut shorts, so his ass was partly visible at the rear. At the front, almost the base of his cock shaft could be seen before plunging down into the shorts. If he'd had any pubic hair left, it would have been bushing out over the waistband. Of course he had no shoes. However, he was `street-legal' although probably not in strict conformity with the hotel dress code -- well, in the lobby anyway. "Thanks, Ron." "David... can I see you again?" said Ron all in a rush, almost holding his breath. "Sure," said David, and wrote his number down. Ron dropped onto his knees and wrote his number on David's ankle. "I gotta go and meet my wife now..." Ron's jaw dropped, "Oh! Right... yeah!" Alice was sipping white wine in the hotel lobby lounge when David stepped out of the elevator. He only turned a few heads because at that time of the early morning there were few heads to turn. Most sensible people were still fast asleep. He sat down beside her. "That outfit is... a little unconventional." "Alice, I arrived here wearing solid gold rings!" she looked at him, "... and nothing else!" Alice laughed, holding her hand over her mouth. "Oh, David!" "Ron was kind enough to lend me these. It's just that there is a little difference in our size." "I'm sure!" A waiter arrived, nose somewhat turned up at David's attire, though David noticed his eyes flick to his crotch. David ordered red wine. "Alice, have you known about this... all along?" "Okay, David, I suppose I've been less than forthcoming with you, but honestly, dear, you have been rather...unexpected!" David sipped his wine and waited. Unexpected? Julia and Robert came to see me a few weeks ago to ask if I thought you would be interested in joining their group." "Their fetish group?" "Exactly." "Why would they think I'd be interested?" "They didn't really expect anything, but they thought I probably would." "You! Why you?" "My father has been a member for years, and they thought I might know about and be interested in it." "Why? Why would they think that?" David was baffled. Julia sipped her wine, gathering her thoughts, "Okay, David, do you know who my father is?" "Well of course I do!" Truth to tell, David had always been a little afraid of Alice's father. He was a little plump man, a business man who had wide experience at the top of British business. He'd given up the `rat race' he said, to pursue his own small business interests. A consummate artist at making money, he was opinionated and not a man to cross. "No, David. Did you see the national president of Julia's London group tonight?" "I knew he was there, but no I didn't see him... at least I wasn't introduced. Why?" "My father is the national president!" "What!" David was truly astonished, "does that mean...?" "..that I am also a member? No, it doesn't. I knew about it, but it really never appealed to me." "Oh." David once again was stunned by this information. He had absolutely no idea where to take this conversation. "David, it never appealed to me, and I had no reason to think it would appeal to you. We were discussing it over a drink, when suddenly you walk in stark naked! And we all knew you had taken the boys to the beach that day. It was like a penny dropped!" "Oh, my god!" "It made me re-think my understanding of you. I asked myself a number of questions. Had you been naked with the boys, did you have sex with them, or did you just get naked for my benefit as Julia suggested? She said that to get you off the hook, by the way." "I know. Alice, um where are WE in all this?" "That is rather the question, isn't it?" Alice was so like her father. The relationship between the two of them could be an incendiary one at times. One time David had taken Alice's side in some totally ridiculous dispute with her father and he came very close to punching David on the nose! Yet five minutes later after the two of them had made up, David was left in emotional turmoil and resentment that took weeks to dissipate! David did not really want to have a confrontation with Alice about his sexual adventures of the last few weeks. At the same time, he felt a need to know what was going to happen to their marriage, and perhaps especially what would happen to his son, or rather what would happen to his relationship with his son. "I think, David," said Alice carefully, "that we should not do anything in a rush. We have to think this thing through." David nodded. "There are a number of questions to ask." "Yes," said David, "er... like what?" "For starters, David, are you gay?" So there it was. The question he had avoided articulating even in his own mind. David blushed, and tears welled up in his eyes. "I don't know." Tears started streaming down his face. "My observation David," said Alice, trying to ignore the obvious trauma that her husband was going through, "is that you are a sexual giant..." he looked at her, puzzled, "with the right partner." "The right partner?" "Men, David. Not even just one man, but men -- all men. When I watched you being... er, having sex with men tonight, it was as though the lights had been switched on. Have you ever seen your face during sex David?" "Well, no I er... well that is..." "Of course not, most people don't. I've watched your face when we're together in bed, and I watched your face tonight. The difference is utterly astounding! It was as if you were experiencing a rapture that you never have with me." "I'm sorry..." "David! Don't be an idiot! I'm just telling you what I saw. I think I saw the real you. You are who you are, David," she paused, "Why did you marry me?" The sudden switch in her question set David aback. "I... love...d you..." "... you think? That's what was on your tongue, right?" David looked at his feet, his bare feet. "David, you are a complete emotional child! Do you actually know what you feel, or what you want?" Alice was getting a bit testy. David knew he was on the point of losing his composure. "I suppose, well... no, I don't." "David, I wish you well in your journey of self-discovery, really I do. But you have to understand I can't take this journey with you." David stared at her. "I just watched you getting, um, having... ahmm, sex with a number of men. None of them wore condoms -- not that I was looking too closely!" She looked at him, in spite of her brisk tone, with something that might have been compassion. David was deathly afraid of what was about to come. "David, look at yourself! Even now you are waiting for me to tell you what's going to happen. You are passive, David, you let things happen to you. Your response to Julia, how you see yourself at these parties -- you are passive and submissive. You seem to find fulfillment in your subjugation by others -- by anyone!" She paused, thinking, "Maybe even those boys... are... dominating you?" To say that this string of observations took David aback was to put it mildly. He had never seen himself that way. He just WAS, and events seemed to swirl around him as if by divine ordination. True he did not see himself as an initiator of things -- but then no one was, were they, except maybe for certain great movers and shakers? Surely no one could really take their life and MAKE it something? And that of course was precisely his problem, if problem it was. A few days later, David sat alone in the cottage, sipping Scotch. Neat. Alice and Andrew were staying with her parents in Bexhill. David was left alone to figure out his life. The first thing he thought of doing was to call Rod or Ron. In the end he called both, but neither was home, so he'd left a message. And now he was just hanging around. Alice had left the fridge fully stocked with the frozen meals that she had made especially for him. Strange woman! It turned out that her father had of course discovered that David was to be a star turn at his annual event ... and he'd alerted Alice. Although he'd gone to the party, he stayed out of David's way during his `performance.' Although he was quite comfortable with the kinds of things the fetish group got up to, he was less comfortable with his son-in-law, the father of his grandson, being Sex King for the night. And he certainly did not want an endless succession of men fucking his daughter's husband; said husband who would later fuck said daughter! Julia had engineered the whole thing under Alice's nose and behind her back -- if one can do both at the same time. The scheming and manipulation was one of the aspects of the group that had kept Alice out of the group. She'd been manipulated enough by her father growing up, thank-you-very-much! Although she didn't really hold it against Julia, after all Julia had pulled strings with her husband to get David this job in the first place. She now understood why! So the future was in limbo. David was busy getting drunk awaiting calls from his new friends, and wondering what the boys were up to in their various homes. Thinking about the boys, he wondered what the date was -- he didn't want to miss August 9th! He looked at a calendar and was startled to find that today was August 8th! Starting midnight, he'd have to be naked for a continuous 48 hours. He didn't really feel like it. Then he didn't want to let the boys down. Then again maybe it would mean he didn't have to think about his life, the universe or anything for a couple of days, by which time perhaps everything would have gone away! The phone didn't ring, so he took his clothes off and went to bed. At midnight, he was naked, drunk and asleep! The phone rang unnaturally loudly at some godforsaken hour in the morning. Sun was streaming through the unclosed curtains and his bedroom was stifling hot. He picked up the phone, dropped it with a crash on the floor, retrieved it and said, "Hello?" "David?" said a voice... was it Ron or Rod? "How are you? I got your message!" "I, ah... I'm fine, ... I think!" "So what's up?" "Oh, I dunno, nothing. Everything! I was wondering if you'd like to come down for a day or two sometime?" "Well, I'm off today and don't have to work until late tomorrow..." "That's' great! Wanna come over?" "Okay, tell me how to get there." David began to explain the route, but was interrupted, "David, listen, I've no idea even which town you're in! I'll be coming by train if I can get there by train... can I?" It clicked suddenly this must be Ron! He thought he was giving Rod directions from Tunbridge Wells! "Oh, okay, sorry, bit hung over. Not thinking." And he proceeded to make arrangements to pick Ron up at the railway station. Ron had schedule in hand, and told David he'd arrive at 11:10 that morning. Only after hanging up did David remember that to complete his dare, he'd have to go in the car stark naked to Tunbridge Wells station to pick up his friend. He knew Ron would get a laugh out of it. The question was whether he could get away with it. August 9th happened to be a Tuesday. Fortunately eleven in the morning was not rush hour, but Tunbridge Wells is a busy town, and the station was right in the town centre, with lots of people around. There was no parking lot. He'd have to drive up to the front of the station where all the cabs were lined up and people bustling around looking into cars to find who was meeting them. It was going to be a nightmare! Putting it out of his mind for the moment, David got up shaved and showered, made breakfast and generally went about the process of becoming a human being again. Although he could park the car right outside his cottage in the laneway, its usual parking spot was in an open fronted barn up the hill a few hundred yards. Two of the teachers parked there, one behind the other. One of the annoyances of this arrangement was that if the first one in wanted out, he had to get the other to move his car. Fortunately quite recently they had agreed to swap keys so each could remove the other's car. David had been first in last night. So he'd have to get to the barn naked, and then climb naked into his colleagues car and get it out, then get his out and then put the other car back, before he could drive off in his own! He was almost sure to be seen in mid-morning in the school farm area. Although the school was closed, the farm could never close. Since the animals had to be cared for, there was always someone around! David sighed, did his dishes, looked at the clock. Time to go. The phone rang. "Hello?" "David," It was James Sander, his colleague and coincidentally the owner of the other car that shared the barn. "David, I'm dashing off to the village to help Helen with her church market thing, but I needed to get my car gassed up and washed before going out later tonight. Could you be good chap and help me out?" "Er, sure..." David stuttered, "Though I'm just on my way out..." "Oh, that's okay, just take my car, gas and wash it, then whenever you get back just leave it back in the barn. Will you be back before four?" "I'll be back by noon." "That's good then. Do you mind?" "Not at all." "Great! I owe you one." He hung up. David's brain was already churning over which gas station was full serve so he didn't have to get out, or was there a self-serve that was out of the way where he could be inconspicuous. How inconspicuous can you be filling up a car naked at a roadside gas pump? First thing was to get to the damn car. He had to carry his wallet, nothing to put it in. He didn't know if shoes counted, so he went barefoot. David left his garden by the rear gate. There was a footpath behind the three cottages near him and it led up the hill to the barn. He could have spent ages looking around to see if anyone was around, but still not notice. The path was wide open, no cover at all. So rather than be cautious, he just went, striding purposefully to get the car. It felt very strange to simply walk out in the open as if he was going about a perfectly normal task while completely and totally naked! David reached Jim's car and got in. No one around here actually locked their cars. As he drove off, he checked the gas to make sure he had enough to get to Tunbridge Wells station. He'd prefer to fill up once Ron was with him. The drive to the outskirts of the town was simple enough. The roads here were very narrow and winding, often with high banks or hedges on both sides. There was not much room for two cars to pass going in opposite directions, let alone for anyone to overtake him. Actually the possibility of anyone seeing far enough into the car to realize he wasn't simply topless but also bottomless would be if he passed someone going the same way. So long as the line of sight was on both drivers' sides, he'd be fine. However, once he hit the town roads with four lanes of traffic, it got more complicated. His first test came at the first traffic light. He stopped one car back from the light on the inside lane. There were a few pedestrians waiting to cross. He noticed a young man do a double take when he noticed David sitting at the wheel clearly naked! The young man missed crossing the street and had to wait again while the cars including David drove away. The next intersection was called `Five Ways' because five streets intersected. Only the British could have concocted such a lunatic traffic arrangement thought David as he waited for the complicated permutations of traffic signals to allow him to move ahead. This time a car pulled alongside him on the passenger side. It was a woman perhaps in her mid-thirties. She looked at David and smiled, then as her eyes traveled down, they widened and she looked sharply back up at him. By this time David had quickly looked away and was staring fixedly ahead. The light changed and David stamped on the gas. She seemed so flustered she didn't move, causing the cars behind her to start hooting. David shot across the intersection and made the turn into Station Road. He drove past the station entrance and did a u-turn, pulling up in front of the forecourt. He stopped, left the engine running, and waited. He looked at the dashboard clock: 11:05. Once he was sitting there, he realized he should have NOT done the u-turn, but have simply parked facing the wrong way so the driver's side was towards the station and it's many people on the sidewalk and coming in and out of the station. As it was he had the passenger side to the curb and people passing by could clearly see him if they cared to look. Most of them didn't, but once in a while someone did notice. Some smiled, some looked shocked and disapproving. But nobody seemed upset enough to cause any kind of fuss. Eventually a boy of about ten happened to notice. He laughed and pulled his mother's sleeve pointing to David. She looked back, but they had passed the point where she could see anything. She pulled her son to keep up and he continued babbling and laughing and pointing back to David. Some way up the street what the kid was saying seemed to register with her and they stopped. She turned around, asking him some pointed questions. David could see the kids lips forming the words, "... honest, Mom!" He pointed towards David's car. Quietly David slipped the car into gear, ready to take flight. Suddenly there was a banging on the passenger window and Ron was grinning in at him! "Get in!" yelled David, and he took off before poor Ron could barely close the door. They were just a blur to the woman and her son. Soon the station was around the corner, and David eased off. "Yeah, nice to see you too mate!" Said Ron laughing. "Sorry about that," David was panting as if he'd been running. "Hey no problems," Ron commented, "but if you're gonna romp around naked, you'll have to relax a bit ya know! No point being naked in public if you're scared to be seen!" "I suppose," David didn't know why he hadn't thought of that. Here was Ron, just a kid himself, who seemed to be wiser -- about public nudity anyway. He opened his mouth to say something else, ask about the trip down, comment on the weather, he didn't really know... when he realized that Ron was stripping his clothes off and tossing them on the back seat. Soon there were two naked guys in the car! "So, Jeeves, where're we going?" "Um, we gotta get gas..." "Allllriiiight!" Cheered Ron. "Then... we gotta get the car washed..." "Ho, ho...." Ron was getting more excited by the second, "Then to a pub for lunch?" he added. "I don't think so! Then we go home for lunch." "Oh well, two outa three ain't bad!" "Would you really walk into a pub naked?" Asked David. "Maybe, if I knew the pub... I don't know any around here. Nice countryside, by the way." "Yeah, it's nice. I'm going by a gas station and car wash just a little out of town, where I think I'll be okay." "You want me to pump the gas?" "No, I think I am taking a leaf from your book... I'm gonna relax!" "Way to go man!" David got off the main roads, and into some lesser traveled... though still somewhat busy. He parked at the pump furthest from the cashier. Brazenly, he got out of the car, walked around the other side and began pumping the gas. The car was between him and cars passing. However the cashier could see him. He was somewhat amazed to have a naked guy at his gas pump, but seemed laid back about it. David didn't quite have the courage to walk over to pay, so he drove as close to the window as he could get then got out to pay. "Guess it's a warm day, eh?" Commented the cashier smiling slyly as he took David's credit card. He was a guy of about fifty. "Yeah," David smiled, desperately trying to be relaxed. "I also want to wash the car." "That's just coins in the slot, and you wash it yourself in one of the bays," he looked David up and down, "I'd suggest the furthest one over there," he pointed. There were three bays and the third one was nearest to the trees that surrounded the property and so somewhat sheltered from view. David drove into the bay, and they both got out and got the hoses going. Before long they were hosing each other down with the cold water. It took a while, but they did eventually get the car washed. They took the chamois cloths to the bodywork to dry and polish it up. A couple of other cars came in and out while they were busy. Neither driver noticed the shenanigans in the third wash bay. They had about finished drying the car and had themselves dried off in the warm noonday with their exertion, when another car pulled into the bay beside them. A young guy poked his head around into their bay, "Hey, you guys have any change...?" His voice trailed off as he caught sight of the two hot totally naked guys, slightly less than limp cocks swinging in the wind with their bodies all stretched out over the car. "Sure, there's some change in the car, help yourself." David responded from his position leaning over the hood, ass in the air towards the stranger. "Okay... er, thanks... um you guys are naked!" "Oh," said Ron, "It's that noticeable is it?" "Gee," commented David, "and I thought we were being so discreet!" "Just shows," Ron continued the banter, "some people can see through anything!" "Okay, okay, what I mean is... is it okay?" "It's sure okay with us." "What about him?" he inclined his head in the general direction of the cashier. "He seemed okay when we paid him for the gas." "You were naked then? Wow!" Ron and David caught each other's eye over the hood of the car. "So, you seem very interested..." said Ron slyly, moving closer to the young man. "Oh... no, well, I mean... not... er just um... curious, I guess." Ron slid his hand down the guy's chest, fingers opening buttons one by one. "What's your name?" He whispered into the embarrassed guy's ear. He could feel the warmth of his breath in his ear. It sent shivers down his spine. "Um, Roger." "Well Roger," Ron breathed into his ear. He'd seen the effect it was having on him. Roger closed his eyes and sighed. "Well, Roger, let's see what we can see, hmmm?" His probing fingers reached the waistband of Roger's khaki shorts. They flicked open the top button. David came up behind him and gently tugged his shirt back on his shoulders. It fell open and down his back. Roger lifted his arms out. The shirt hung down behind him still held by the shorts. "What... are you guys... er... doing?" "Nothing, nothing at all," David breathed in his other ear. Very cautiously, David touched the tip of his tongue into the ear. Roger moaned, "Oh, god!" Ron's fingers slipped the second button on Roger's shorts. He could see something stirring inside the fabric, but he didn't move his hand down... let it come up. David ran his hands over Roger's shoulders and down his back, gently then firmly digging into his muscles. "Oh, that feels so good!" Ron clicked open the third button. Roger's shirt fell to the ground. His shorts sagged onto his hips. A little trail of fair hair ran down from his navel disappearing into the tantalizing depths. The retreating shorts revealed the waistband of his underwear. The fourth button allowed the shorts to slip slowly to the floor. Ron and David led Roger towards the car hood, leaving his shirt and shorts behind. He was wearing white Y-front briefs and the hidden cock was clearly outlined straining against the front. David caressed his round buttocks, Ron pulled him close and kissed him full on the lips. Ron lay back on the car hood, pulling Roger on top of him. David behind ran his fingers under the waistband of the underwear, pulling it slightly away from Roger's body. He blew gently into the gap, causing Roger to writhe, "Oh, lord... oh." David was hard as a rock by now, and so was Ron. Roger was crushing his underwear-trapped cock directly onto Ron's. David was pulling the back of the underwear down, exposing the delicious crack. He lightly ran his tongue down, probing as far at the underwear would allow. Roger eased his body up slightly away from Ron and allowed David to rip them right down and off. David buried his face into Roger's ass crack, probing deeply with his tongue. Roger was now moaning loudly. "Oh, guys, guys... ah, what are you doing to me?" Roger was hoisting Ron fully up onto the hood of the car, while Ron was raising his legs up around Roger's waist. David was back there, over Roger's back running his hands through the long blonde hair. Roger had light fair down all over his buttocks. David stroked it and pressed his cock head all over the furry bum. The pre-cum formed a slick sheen over the mounds of flesh. David's cock slipped naturally down the ass crack, though he was mindful of the newness of his damned ring! Six weeks? He couldn't last for six minutes! Roger's cock was probing below Ron's lovely balls, and finding its way towards the twitching anticipating hole. They connected in thrilling quivering joy. Roger slipped in so easily and painlessly Ron almost seemed to suck him in. David's cock was nosing Roger's hole, driving Roger into delirium. "Oh, ooohhhhh, my god!" As Roger entered Ron, so David entered Roger. They began fucking slowly and fell into a kind of opposite rhythm, Roger pushed into Ron, while David pulled back, then Roger backed out while David pushed in. They were all moaning and exclaiming quite loudly by now. The cashier couldn't hear from his station, but he'd seen Roger disappear into the bay with the two naked guys, and he wondered if he should go keep an eye on things. The third bay was now occupied and the guy there seemed unaware of anything. However there was now a car waiting for an empty bay, and the middle one obviously had nothing going on, Roger's car looking for all the world as if it had been abandoned. The waiting driver was getting impatient. Inside the third bay, plenty was going on! The copulating threesome were now sweating and fucking noisily and energetically. The hood of the car, was denting with every move they made. Three powerful, well-built young guys were in major heat and lust all over Jim's precious car hood. It was sweat covered and pre-cum covered -- and with more to come, it would have to be washed off again! David was coming to the edge of his orgasm and he was losing awareness of everything his except his cock in the wonderful ass! He came on the crest of a powerful thrust that sent his sperm deep into Roger, and the force of his cum triggered Roger to shoot deep into Ron. Ron in turn, his cock trapped and ravaged between his sweaty body and Rogers' also came as the three of them whooped and hollered before collapsing into inertia one on top of the other on top of the third on top of the car. It was the applause that caused them to look up... to see the cashier, the impatient waiting motorist and the guy from the first washing bay, all standing in front of the mysterious third bay, watching the climax of their little scene. All thoughts of washing cars gone from everyone's head, the six of them sat out back of the third bay on the grass sipping coffee -- supplied free by the cashier. "Man, that was the hottest thing I ever saw in my life," enthused the formerly impatient motorist. The other two nodded, clearly wondering how they could get in on such action. The three naked guys still covered in sweat and cum, smiled. They were satiated for now. "We gotta get washed up and I gotta get Jim's car back," David announced, not making any move to go. "Just a minute," said the cashier, and he dashed away. The others looked at each other. A few minutes later he returned carrying a bottle that turned out to be hair and body wash. "We can hose you guys down," he suggested excitedly. He also did something to the water control mechanism. And so the three naked orgy participants were hosed down in a car wash with hoses that now produced warm water. The three guys using the hoses were excited and having fun, and soon began to turn the hoses on each other. David and Ron looked at each other, and quietly got into their car, waving the others goodbye. As they drove away, three soaking wet complete strangers were beginning to tear each other's wet clothes from their backs to reveal some rampant erections! David drove away from the car wash. "Lunch?" he said. "Any quiet little pub you can think of?" suggested a smirking Ron. They both looked speculatively at each other as the distant sound of a police siren could be heard. David executed a sudden left turn into a very small lane that wound up a steep hill. At the top of the hill, the view opened out and provided a breathtaking vista of the valley below. A little further on the road took a sharp turn and would then plunge down back to another valley on the other side of the ridge. Perched at the very brow of this hill was a tiny pub that had some picnic tables set up outside on the overlook behind the pub and therefore sheltered from the road. David drove round the back and parked right beside one of the tables. They jumped out of the car and sat at the table on the side away from the pub. Before long, an elderly man strolled over to them to take their order. As far as he could see, two guys without shirts were sitting at the table facing him. "What'll it be gents?" he asked genially. "Two pints, I think, and your Ploughman's Lunch," said David, looking to Ron for confirmation. "Yessir, right away," said the barman, squinting at them. He was curious about these two very attractive guys, sitting at his picnic table with no shirts on. Thing was, he could not see the tops of their shorts either. It looked for all the world as though they could actually be, well... stark naked! Couldn't be though, could it? Not really. Having taken their order he disappeared. Moment later he reappeared with the beer. The boys grinned and lifted their glasses, chinked and turned to the barman, "Cheer's!" they called, "won't you have one with us, mate?" said Ron. "Don't mind if I do, sir," said the barman, disappearing rapidly to re-emerge with his own pint. "Cheers!" he said as he sat down opposite them at the table. They all drank companionably together in the warm August sunshine in a Kent valley pub, two naked young men and a horny older man who was just dying of curiosity about them. He was getting hard and reckless the more he drank. His curiosity was killing him. He was consumed with how to either get around the other side of the table, or somehow find out if these two guys were really naked. David and Ron were aware of the old guy's thoughts, they were telegraphed with almost every word and every gesture that he made. Finally, Ron said, "What's your name, old guy?" "Thomas ... Tom," he said. "Well Tom, you seem like a nice guy, do you want to come around and sit next to us?" "Oh... oh! Yes!" he said. Tom came around the table as if he'd been offered the Holy Grail. Which in a sense, he had. As he rounded the table and was able to see that the two cute, handsome, sexy guys were in fact totally naked in the garden of his pub, he felt detached from reality. They were so beautiful, their bodies so perfect and unblemished, that he felt tears welling up in his eyes. They moved apart and indicated that he should sit between them. "I should get your lunch..." he said. "Will someone else bring it?" asked the ever-practical Ron. "My daughter," said Tom, resting his hand on Ron's thigh. "Okay, then." Both boys put their arms around him, and ran their hands up his thighs. "Oh, my god, I've died and gone to heaven!" Exclaimed the geriatric publican. Just then his daughter emerged from the 18th century public house with their ploughman's lunches. "Here you are gents! You okay, Dad?" "Oh, Martha, I'm fine. Just passing the time of day with these young gentlemen!" "Okay, Dad, don't get too excited now..." and she gazed meaningfully at David and Ron. "Don't worry, Martha, we'll take good care of him," said David. "You better, Sir, he's got a dicky heart." "I'll be careful." David confirmed. Martha placed their lunches on the table and disappeared back into the pub. From this side of the table, Tom could not only see that they were naked, but he could reach out his hand and touch their cocks, which were becoming stimulated with his attention. They both by unspoken mutual consent let Tom fondle them. They in turn ran their hands over his body and down into his crotch. The old man closed his eyes. David held his head against Tom's chest, and could hear his heart rate. It was high. David held him tight. Tom's breathing slowed, his heart rate slowed. Later Tom would recall this as the most exciting sexual experience of his life, more exciting than any experience with his wife. He thought of this day often for what were the last few months of his life, and he was eternally grateful. Ron and David communicated without speaking, their eyes making contact over Tom... they were mutually agreed, the old guy was going to have the most fulfilling orgasm ever! Ron began on his shirt buttons, slowly exposing a thatch of white chest hair. David unlatched the belt and began to ease his zipper down. The old man was moaning eyes shut. They swung him around and laid his head down onto Ron's lap, who continued removing the shirt and began playing with his nipples. David lifted his legs over the bench so they straddled one each side. He eased the pants down below his knees, then lifted his legs one at a time out, and let the pants fall to the ground. The old man was now naked except for his baggy boxer shorts, white cotton, as he lay between two young beautiful naked boys! His erection was pushing against the material of his shorts, and David slowly stroked it through the cloth. As Tom's cock became harder, and the pre-cum started, David massaged the head of the cock through the underwear material, soaking it and making it transparent. Tom was moaning and shuddering. When Tom seemed close to cumming, David took the waistband of the underwear in his hands. He slowly and deliberately ripped them right open. Tom gasped as his cock sprang out of its confinement. David gripped the shaft and slowly wanked up and down. As Tom reached the edge again, David stopped and played with his balls, as he leaned forward and swallowed the old man whole. Now there was no holding him... in seconds the old man was writhing in the throes of ecstasy, cumming in David's mouth. Tom calmed down and lay with his head still in Ron's lap. David and Ron both drank their beer and began to attack the rough hunks of bread, cheese and pickles. "How y'doin Tom?" asked Ron between mouthfuls. Tom looked up at him and smiled. "I sure ain't done nuthin like that before!" "Never too late!" quipped David. Tom sat up with their help and began to recover his clothes. The underwear scraps he stuffed in his pocket. "Have to hide those from Martha. I bet she'll ask why my underwear isn't in the laundry!" he chuckled. "Well, you guys sure are... unique customers! In all my years in this business... I never..." the old man looked at them helplessly, quite unable to articulate what he was feeling. The three sat together while they finished the beer and lunch, which they shared with Tom. They chatted about nothing in particular. When they drove off, Tom waved goodbye with a shit-eating grin on his face that remained in place for the rest of the day, and often returned over the weeks and months to come. Martha never quite figured that grin out. It was now getting late, and David was conscious of the need to get Jim's car back before four o'clock, so he headed straight back. He parked in the barn and they both walked brazenly down the hill to David's cottage. They were observed with some interest by John, whose house sat at the top of the hill looking down over the pathway to David's place. He watched his cute young teaching colleague and his even cuter, younger companion. The two beautiful asses shifting seductively as they walked. He turned, checked the clock on the mantle and then went to his wine cabinet. He selected three bottles, one white, two red. Then he looked in the fridge and began collecting items. David found a message from Rod waiting. A quick return call, and he was on his way over on his motor bike. Ron and David shared a leisurely relaxing shower, then David began to think about dinner. "Not sure I have anything much to cook with, what do you fancy?" Ron vamped his eyes, and said, "Sausages!" with a lustful glance towards David's cock. There was a knock at the back door. They looked at each other. David cautiously cracked open the door to find John standing there with bags of groceries and bottles of wine. "Dinner and chef!" He announced sweeping in. "Hello, I'm John," he proclaimed to the startled Ron, dumping his goods onto the kitchen table. They shook hands, John's eyes traveling down to get a good look at Ron's cock. "Um, Ron," said Ron. "So, dinner for three?" "Four," said David. "Ah, very good. Nice even number... Salmon steaks, new roasted potatoes, asparagus ... sound okay?" "Fantastic!" agreed David. Ron nodded. "Open this one," ordered John, handing David a bottle of the red wine. "I will get into uniform." He proceeded to strip his clothes off and then to don a very fetching miniscule French maid's apron, complete with lacy fringe. The two boys collapsed with laughter. "John," you are ... completely totally ... too much!" exclaimed David between gasps. "Well, boys, I'm treating to dinner ... you get to be dessert!" They howled. "Done!" said Ron ... looking appreciatively at John's ass as he turned to begin sorting out his ingredients. John poured three glasses of the red wine and handed them around. "To a memorable evening, gentlemen!" They raised their glasses. There was another knock at the back door. When David, glass still in hand untasted, looked around the door he threw it wide, "Rod! Great to see you, man!" Introductions done, Rod started to remove his leather jacket and pants. "Might as well join the natives." He was naked under the leather motorcycle gear. When his pants came off, the other two gasped in amazement at the magnificent penis that was revealed. David, who had intimate knowledge of this King of Cocks, was again impressed with it. "Baby!" moaned John in helpless lust. So the afternoon was spent mostly in the kitchen, they chatted about everything under the sun. They consumed the bottle of wine. John, a consummate cook, did his magic and around six o'clock he served the wonderful dinner. They opened the white wine, finished it and opened the other red. They sat all together on the living room sofa. David sat on the floor between several legs. The two young boys sat on either side of a very contented John. They drank wine, they talked; they dozed sleepily from the effects of the meal and the wine. And after an hour or so they began to get horny. Well, more horny. It began with John's wandering hands in the laps of the two young boys. Before long John was in cock sucker's heaven. He turned around and knelt beside David, taking first one then the other. Well, except no one could take Rod! Not far, anyway. Rod didn't mind, he was made for fucking anyway, so this was just fore play. Ron, lay back and let it happen. John licked and sucked on his balls, and let his tongue travel up the length of his shaft, to play with the head. Pearls of viscous liquid materialized at the enticing opening of the red and swelling glans. David climbed up to kneel over Ron, with his ass in the air towards Rod. He leaned down and kissed Ron full on the lips, tonguing him far, far down. Rod, whose great cock was being handled by John, leaned forward and began to caress David's ass with his tongue. The four got hotter and harder and gradually evolved into a tangled mass of arms, legs, cocks, balls and assholes. They rolled somehow onto the floor and began a long slow intricate wrestling match in which no one could be sure who was kissing who, who was sucking who or who was fucking who. Except of course, that everyone knew when he was being fucked by Rod! When they came in a great cascading series of orgasms, it was as if murder was being done! Shouts and groans could clearly be heard outside, if there was anyone to hear. When it was over, they lay tangled as they were, covered in sweat and cum. David later replaced the rug. But not tonight. Tonight was about sex, lust and maybe even love. They slept where they were and awoke in the morning to the delicious smell of eggs and bacon cooking under the expert direction of John. They stayed naked in and around the house for the morning, until it was time for Ron to catch his train home. All four of them walked up the hill to get David's car, now unobstructed by Jim's car. All four drove naked to the station, and Ron got dressed in the car, hopping out onto the station forecourt. He leaned back in and kissed each in turn deeply. Then he was gone. The others felt a little flat and just drove straight back home. They sat in David's living room and watched the television. The news came on while they talked idly and sipped at another of John's excellent vintages and nibbled at some snacks he had just `whipped up' in a few minutes of fiddling with the oven. David suddenly found his attention riveted on the TV screen as he caught the tail end of something the announcer was saying, "... missed being arrested by leaping over a six-foot wall," and there on the screen was the rear-view image of Mac, bare-butt naked, scrambling over the wall of the Lord's cricket ground! "Damned impudent young pup!" exclaimed one outraged spectator, dressed in immaculate blazer and sporting a huge grey handlebar moustache, "should be strung up!" There followed a shot of a police spokesman admitting they did not know the identity of the streaker, but pleading with members of the public to turn in this anti-social, `corrupter of children.' "Oh my god!" said David. "What?" the other two looked at him. "That was one of the kids!" "That wasn't Mac, was it?" asked John. "It sure was!" "What the hell was he doing?" "Well, we all have a dare on this vacation. We all have to streak somewhere and get ourselves into the papers! He seems to have outdone himself!" John looked at him with incredulity. "You mean you have to do that too?" David nodded. Rod burst out laughing, "Waaaay to go man!" David suddenly looked puzzled. "What?" asked John. "Well... we also have another dare. It carries from yesterday over today..." "... and... ?" "For August ninth and tenth, we have to be completely naked for 48 hours!" The other two grinned. "But what I'm thinking is that if Mac is also following that dare, then he had to arrive at Lord's naked and he'd have to escape and get back home naked!" Rod looked at him, "I wonder how he did it?" John looked at both of them and grinned broadly, "and I wonder how YOU can go one better?" David looked horrified.