Date: Thu, 10 May 2001 13:19:43 -0000 From: john starling Subject: Welsh Holiday Chapter 8 Welsh Holiday Chapter 8 Peter Popavitch. Danny and Graham strolled wearily off the rugby field together; four teams had been competing in two hard fought games. Sixty brawny young men had been trying out to be selected for the first and second fifteen. Graham and Danny had both played scrum half on opposing teams. Graham had had the better game, his side winning 25-14. Graham had scored two tries. The lads entered the steaming changing rooms, the boys from the fist game, having kicked off an hour earlier, were now showered, changed and moving out to make room for the second thirty boys. There was a large communal bath and a line of showers. Danny moved over to his peg and sat down, he was pretty knackered and was in no hurry to get in the bath. All of a sudden he heard a lot of laughter and wolfwhistles, he looked up quizzically to see what the joke was. His neighbour in the changing room, came round the corner to his peg, Danny glanced at Samuel Tallowin, still couldn't see what the joke was so bent over to take his boots off. When he looked up Danny got the joke, Sam was displaying a very respectable erection that he had rammed down his shorts so that the tip and a couple of inches of penis were snaking out of the bottom of his very short shorts. Danny stood and whispered in the boy's ear "Looks good enough to eat" Sam took a double take at his handsome house Matte "You offering, Danny" he said nervously, "Sure am, meet me in the old Chapel in an hour" "Oh and Sam, I might bring a friend" "A threesome, great" Sam wasn't quite sure what he had got himself into. Peter Popavitch, known to the boys and masters alike as Pop, walked through the locker rooms hurrying the boys along, quietly checking the hard young bodies around him. He had always loved the first few days of the term after the long summer holiday, looking at his boys, seeing whose body was maturing nicely. The brawny coach wasn't interested in the younger lads, but when they started to become young men, when their muscles started to develop and they sprouted hair on their young bodies, that was a different story. Pop glanced over to the assistant coach, Martin Moore. The burly twenty two year old, was leaning against a wall watching the boys in the shower, he pretended to be making sure that there was no misbehaviour but Pop thought, judging by the bulge in Martin's thin cotton shorts, it was the young blonde's cock that was doing the misbehaving. Pop was thirty-five and had been the coach at Broomhouse for ten years, he was single, he lived in a small apartment behind the gym that he shared with a bad tempered Jack Russell terrier called Chester. He had made the English rugby international team at nineteen and when he was forced to retire through injury at twenty-four, had taken up coaching the game that he loved. His other main passion in life apart from a red sports car and Chester was fucking young men's small arses, the smaller and tighter the better. He reckoned that he had another good ten years in him before the chosen boys would stop reacting favourably to his advances and called him an old pervert. He intended to enjoy himself as much as possible. Pop had broadened slightly since his playing days. He was a shade over 6'4" with large shoulders and narrow hips. Usually a boy only had to glimpse his nine-inch boner semi- erect to get interested. Pop knew young boys and their raging hormones, he had rarely been turned down, what boy wouldn't want to be fucked by a sporting legend. He watched Danny Owen and Sam Tallowin walk past him to get in the bath, both boys seemed to be leaking pre cum. He made a mental note to add them to his growing list of possible seductions for the term. The Baker twins came clumping in to the locker room still in their football boots, Pop had made them run a couple of laps of the pitch for arsing around. "Showers are pretty full at the moment boys, go and do half an hour in the gym," "Oh Sir" they protested "And use some free weights, I want to see those biceps developing this term" Martin glanced over to him and winked. He knew the signs when his boss extracted a couple of boys out of the pack. "Don't get playing around up there, I shall be checking you" Pop shouted to the brothers as they disappeared up stairs to the gym. When the traffic in the showers started to thin Pop sent his assistant into the gym to see how the lads were performing. Pop liked to watch the boys dry themselves. Samuel Tallowin made his way to the old Chapel, a disused building away from the main school. It was just starting to get dark and Sam felt a little uneasy. `I don't suppose Danny will turn up anyway' he thought to himself. He had never known Owen to want to muck about before. `Still he had said, good enough to eat, which was hardly very innocent' When he got to the porch of the old building, Danny was waiting for him. He took Sam by the hand and carefully led him through the rubble on the floor. When they reached the rear of the building Danny pushed him into a dark recess and started to undo Sam's trousers. He lent forward and kissed Sam passionately, forcing his tongue down the boy's throat. Sam's knees began to wobble; he had never snogged like that in his life. Danny roughly opened his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders, he pulled his trousers and underpants down, the cool night air chilled Sam's young body. `Take your trousers off, I want you naked' Danny ordered. Sam's seven-inch prick was swinging wildly as the youth stripped. When he was naked Danny sunk to his knees in front of him and took his penis right down his throat, Sam purred in appreciation. This guy was as good as Mr Cooper. Mark and Matt Baker were not identical twins but they were a similar size, being both a whisper under six feet apiece. They were both thick set boys who made a good pairing as prop forwards, both had short cropped hair, Mark was dark and Matt copper, neither boys had shaved that morning and were displaying a heavy five o'clock shadow. The two seventeen year olds were enthusiastically exercising when Martin arrived in the Gym. Pop's words had done the trick, like all boys they wanted large bisceps. Martin watched the boys for a few minutes, idly stroking his growing erection. He suggested that he spot the lads while they lifted the bigger weights. Artfully Martin moved his jock to one side so that the boys would have an unrestricted view if they looked up the loose leg of his shorts, like all boys did! `OK lads that's enough, hit the showers' Martin ordered five minutes later. The burly twins sprinted down the stairs `Bloody hell, did you cop a load of that?' Mark laughed `Bloody hard to miss it' his brother answered `Talking of bloody hard' Matt said taking off his shorts and looking at his erect stubby penis `Don't worry Bro, I'm the same, nobody here but us anyway, we might as well have a wank in the shower' Both the naked boys strode across the changing rooms with their towels slung over a shoulder and erections bouncing in front of them. When they turned the corner to the showers they stopped in confusion when they saw their naked coaches already under the hot water. `Don't just stand their boys, you'll catch your death' Pop said as he stood soaping his broad hairy chest. He leant over and turned on the water of the shower between him and Mr Moore; the twins had no alternative but to shower between the two muscular masters. Mark looked desperately at his dick, hard as a bullet, he looked at his brother, same, oh well he thought, safety in numbers. Sam looked down at Danny's head, the boy expertly licked the tip of Sam's prick, playing with the pre cum oozing from the bright red helmet.. `I thought you said a threesome, who else is coming?' Danny released the cock, `He's behind you' Graham stepped out of the shadows and grabbing Sam from behind, he started to maul his boy tits while he rubbed his throbbing cock against the youth's backside. Sam's dick started to erupt with the boy's intense excitement and Danny quickly took the gushing penis and aimed the hot spunk over his face and into his hungry mouth. Sam couldn't believe what was happening to him, Graham Fowler and Danny Owen were the best looking boys in his house, he had fancied both of them for ages and never thought that either of them played around, now one had sucked his prick while the other.... ouch' The shooting pain in Sam's rectum pulled him out of his daydreams as his head of house started to bugger him. Mark and Matt timidly started to soap themselves, trying not to look at the huge men either side of them. Pop chatted pleasantly to Mr Moore about the forthcoming season and the boys started to relax, still trying not to stare as the large men soaped their semi erect cocks and heavy bollocks. `Soap my back please Mark' Pop said, `Yeah, you do me, will you Matt?'. Both masters leant in to the white tiles of the shower stall, leaning forward with their strong legs spread and backsides sticking out, out of the range of the gushing water. Matt looked at his brother and smiled weakly. Mark shrugged and taking the bar of soap started to work a lather into Pop's hairy back.. Matt held his breath and started to soap Martin's smooth muscular shoulders. Reaching forward both boys were embarrassed to feel their erections brushing against their master's bottoms. `That feels nice' laughed Martin `You weren't thinking of screwing us with those were you boys' laughed Pop Mark pulled away from him as though he had been scalded, reddening visibly. `Relax son' Pop murmured `Let us wash your backs now' The boys copied their masters' stance and stood against the tiles with their legs spread and arses slightly protruding. The master's moved together timing the rubbing of the brothers backs, they wanted to excite them together, both lad's erections had not subsided at all, indeed Pop thought they were growing nicely. After thoroughly soaping the boy's sturdy young back, he worked down to the crack of Mark's arse. Martin taking the lead from Pop brought his hands to the other twin's backside spreading the cheeks he slipped a finger to near the boy's rectum and gently teased it. Pop was feeling behind Mark's ballsac. All four men were now silent, apart from the little gasps and sighs the brothers made. `Time to do their shoulder's Martin' Pop kneaded the boys aching muscles, letting the tip of his now fully erect nine inch penis rub against Mark's arse hole. Again following his boss's lead, Martin adjusted his dick, not as long but the girth was impressive, so that it too was wedged against his twin's rectum. Matt looked over his shoulder to see Pop's huge dick easing into his brothers backside, `Fuck him Pop, Fuck my baby brother' In his excitement he shoved his arse back and was quickly impaled by Mr Moore's throbbing cock. Both boys were squealing like cumsluts as their schoolmasters began to pound them, egging on each other's partner to give their brother a good shagging, Pop winked at Martin, he liked to watch his young assistant screw young boys.. It was a scenario they had enjoyed several times over the last year since Martin joined the staff. `Fancy swapping' They quickly exchanged the twins and continued to savage the young virgin brothers. Sam lay on his back naked in the filth of the old building's floor. Danny had one of Sam's legs over each of his shoulders while he savagely fucked his classmate's young butt, mixing his sperm with Graham's inside Tallowin's boy cunt. Fowler was sitting on the boy's face ordering him to eat his arse. He leant forward to French kiss Danny while he masturbated himself to a second huge climax.