Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2019 19:22:59 +0000 From: Tony Keen Subject: The School Trip - Chapter 3: "Spencer" Thank you for publishing my stories! Suggested category: Gay, Adult/Youth (with Chapters 1 and 2) The next day, the group was up bright and early for breakfast, before a coach picked them up to give them a sightseeing tour of the local area. Around lunchtime they were brought back to the* Hotel Playa* for the football tournament's welcome event. Over 100 teenage boys from different countries around Europe were milling around the function room in their football kits. Joe looked around to eye up the competition. There was the Swedish team, most of them skinny and attractive with mops of blond hair. The Bulgarian boys looked more like rugby players - tall and well-built with mean looking faces and ample butts that filled out their black nylon soccer shorts nicely. Joe took a couple of pictures to analyse in more detail later. There were all sorts of other nationalities but Joe's eyes eventually landed on the Spanish team, who were stood with their teacher Raśl in the corner of the room. Joe had met Raśl at previous tournaments and was always amazed at the team he brought along. Although they were different boys each year they were always stunningly sexy, with dark hair and tanned skin, and many of them had dark stubble that gave them an enticing Mediterranean look. It had crossed Joe's mind that Raśl must pick his team purely based on looks, but this couldn't be true as the Spanish team won loads of matches every year. He took a few more pictures for his collection and managed to get a particularly good photo of one of the boys grabbing his crotch to re-arrange his package. Eventually the different teams began to mingle and the teachers were pleased to see that their team seemed confident in engaging with the other boys. Someone came round handing out timetables for the tournament. Joe read the sheet and saw that their first match was tomorrow against the Swedish team. He was confident that his lads could beat them but felt the need to give them a pep talk later that afternoon. "We've beaten the Swedes every time we've played them in this tournament and I expect exactly the same from you. I want you to rest well tonight so you're in top shape for tomorrow and absolutely no alcohol - we certainly won't win if you've all got hangovers!" After dinner, the teachers let the boys have some free time to explore before bed, while Joe, Paul and Luke stayed in the hotel restaurant drinking wine. "Did you see that Bulgarian team?" asked Luke. "They looked more like rugby players!" "The Swedish team don't look too intimidating though," said Paul. "I think we've got a good chance." "Yeah," agreed Joe. "It's the Spanish team I'm worried about though. They're on top of their game every year." *** Around midnight the teachers headed back up to their rooms, assuming that the boys would all be fast asleep as they'd had a curfew of 11pm. Paul got out of the lift on the first floor and headed to the room he shared with Brandon and Kian, and Joe and Luke continued to their room on the third floor. As they walked down the hallway Joe was wondering if he'd get another show like last night's, but his thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash from the room next door to theirs. Joe quickly checked the list he had in his pocket. "Room 317. Spencer and Flynn," he said to Luke. "We'd better check it out." He knocked on the door. "Lads, it's Mr Roughley and Mr Bateman. Is everything OK in there?" Howls of laughter came from within in the room. "They're pissed!" said Luke. Joe knocked again, harder this time. "Open this door right now!" he said, in the firm, raised tone that he usually reserved for telling off the younger pupils at school. The door opened slowly and two sheepish faces looked out at the two teachers. Although they were drunk, Spencer and Flynn knew that they were in trouble. Joe and Luke entered the room and looked around. The boys had done a pretty good job at covering their tracks but the bin was overflowing with beer bottles. Joe turned to look at the two lads, who were both stood in nothing but their underwear, Spencer's a tight pair of dark blue boxers and Flynn's a more traditional pair of white briefs, that were nonetheless pretty tight and showed off a substantial package given how short and skinny he was. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" shouted Joe. "I clearly said no alcohol this evening - you have an important game tomorrow and you're putting everybody's success at risk by behaving like this. What do you have to say for yourselves?" Both boys remained silent and stood awkwardly, looking down at the floor. Joe noticed that both of them had a small wet patch at the front of their underpants, which looked very much the pre-cum stains he got in his own boxers when he started a wank session through his shorts. What else had these boys been up to? "Well?" he said. "Sorry, sir," was all they managed to mumble. "Well, you clearly can't be trusted to share a room together after this. Spencer, you get your stuff together and come to my room, and Mr Bateman will bring his things and will be sharing with you for the rest of the trip, Flynn." Joe was sorry that he wouldn't be sharing a room with Luke anymore, as he'd been looking forward to a couple more voyeur sessions via the bathroom mirror, but he was also intrigued about what he may get to see sharing a room with Spencer. Luke went and grabbed his things then Joe took Spencer back to his room. "Your bed is the one on the left," he said. "Now brush your teeth and go to sleep." Spencer was still pretty drunk but did as he was told. Within ten minutes he was fast asleep, breathing heavily. He hadn't bothered to even get in bed and was just lying on his back in his tight blue boxer shorts and the sight of this had Joe erect in no time. Joe wasn't the sort of person who would take advantage of a drunken person, but surely a little look wouldn't hurt? He tip-toed over to the bed and lightly touched Spencer's bulge with his left hand, stroking it gently just like he had done on the plane. He slipped the fingers of his right hand under the waistband of the boy's underwear and took a peek inside. Just like the rest of his body, Spencer's groin was hairless, and his cock was now semi-erect. It wasn't the biggest cock, about four and a half inches in its current state, but it looked smooth and tasty. Joe rolled his foreskin back slightly and saw that the end of his penis was glistening with pre-cum. He glanced up at Spencer's handsome face - the boy must have been really drunk to be sleeping through all of this - then quickly stuck out his tongue and licked the end of the penis. It was salty and delicious and Joe immediately began to fantasise about getting a mouthful of Spencer's thick and creamy boy-cum. He felt pre-cum begin to ooze out of his own dick, that was now pushing hard against his tight boxers and nylon soccer shorts, so he ran into the bathroom and started wanking like crazy, the image of Spencer's 18-year-old cock fresh in his mind and the taste of his teenage cock fresh in his mouth. Just a few seconds later he closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure as he shot a huge load all over the bathroom sink. He opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror as he slowly kept massaging his dick to get the last of the cum out. His whole body was covered in sweat and he looked damn sexy. He cleaned up and walked back into the room, looking at Spencer. The boy was still lying in exactly the same position and Joe gently ran his fingers over his bulge as he walked past. He got into his own bed, took one last look at the beautiful lad on the other bed and switched off the light. *** At breakfast the next morning, Spencer and Flynn looked very bleary-eyed, but Joe insisted that they came to the match, even though they'd be spending it on the substitutes bench. The British lads beat the Swedish 3-1 and after lunch they headed back to the hotel for a shower and a *siesta*. "You shower first, Spencer," said Joe. "I just need a quick word with Mr Merchant and Mr Bateman." Spencer let himself into the room, peeled off his kit that had stuck to him in the heat of the midday sun and stepped under the shower. While he rubbed soap all over his young body he thought about Mr Roughley. Spencer had had a crush on him since Year 7, and he had delighted in the moments when his teacher had stood close to him to help him with a tennis move or his posture for shot put. He had even managed to take a few sneaky photos of Mr Roughley bending over to pick up some cones once, his black rugby shorts stretching across his firm ass. Spencer had used these to jack off many times over the years, and sharing a room with his PE teacher was now incredibly exciting. Spencer's cock grew hard when he thought about the incident on the plane. Mr Roughley had thought that he was asleep and had fondled him through his trackie bottoms, which had of course given Spencer a hard-on. Then last night something similar had happened. Again, Mr Roughley thought he was asleep and began to rub to rub Spencer's bulge through his boxer shorts. This time he'd gone a little bit further though, and had put inside Spencer's underwear for a feel and had even licked some of the pre-cum off his cock. Rather than carrying on though, he'd gone into the bathroom and wanked himself off, which Spencer found disappointing as he had hoped for things to go even further. He was determined to have a piece of Mr Roughley and as he stood massaging his penis under the shower an idea came to him. It was pretty risky, but would definitely be worth it if Mr Roughley took the bait. A few minutes later Joe walked back into the room and couldn't believe what he saw. Spencer was on his bed, stark naked and on his knees, bent over so that his asshole was on display. Between his legs Joe could see the boy's balls, smooth and tight. He walked slowly over to the bed, stroking his own erect penis through his dark red soccer shorts. When he reached the bed he put a hand on each of Spencer's arse cheeks, pulled them apart and admired his hole, brushing it gently with his finger tips. Spencer shuddered in anticipation as Joe began to massage his arse. Joe took a deep sniff of Spencer's crack - it was impeccably clean but had a vague scent of teenage boy - and then stuck his tongue into the boy's waiting hole. It tasted sweet and Joe just couldn't get enough of it, licking and sticking it in, back and forth, back and forth. His hands reached round to Spencer's cock, which was rock solid, and he gave it a hard squeeze. This was too much for Spencer, who let out a loud moan and fell flat on the bed. Joe picked him up, turned him onto his back and threw him back down again. He set his tongue to work on the boy's balls this time, working his way around them like an expert and giving them a gentle suck every now and then. He then worked his tongue up the entirety of his shaft and took all of his 14-year-old cock into his mouth. Spencer continued moaning and groaning in pure ecstasy. Flynn had given him a couple of blow jobs before but they were nothing in comparison to the mastery that Mr Roughley was displaying as he deep-throated his pupil. Joe stood up for a moment and ripped of his T-shirt. Spencer took this opportunity to sit up and he began to squeeze Joe's eight-inch cock through his soccer shorts. He put his mouth on it and began to lick Joe's throbbing penis through the shorts before pulling them down to reveal the prize he'd been dreaming of since Year 7. He took Joe's dick greedily into his mouth and sucked it hard, swallowing the tasty pre-cum that had gathered just under the end of Joe's foreskin. This continued for a few minutes until Joe said, "Back into the original position boy." Spencer guessed what was coming next and quickly resumed the position, knees on the bed with his ass high in the air. Joe set to work on Spencer's ass hole with his tongue again, and soon began to use his finger as well, much to Spencer's delight. The boy gasped as Joe sucked his right index finger and quickly inserted it into his ass. Joe enjoyed the sensation of fingering the boy. His ass hole was tight, wet and warm and he quickly decided to add another finger to prepare it for what was coming next. Spencer had to bite the pillow to stop him from screaming out in pleasure, but in between thrusts he managed to blurt out, "Fuck me, sir. I'm ready!" Joe didn't need telling twice. He spat on his hand and rubbed the saliva over his cock to lube it up, gave the boy's hole one last lick and then gently began to insert his thick eight-inch penis inside Spencer's waiting ass. Joe had fucked a lot of men in his time, but this had to be the tightest hole he'd ever come across and he enjoyed the sensation of Spencer's ass closing around his cock as he got further and further in. Once he'd slowly inserted it all of the way in he began to rhythmically hump Spencer's butt, gently at first and then harder and harder. Spencer had never felt anything like this before and he moaned even louder as his teacher fucked his arse over and over again. "I'm going to cum," Spencer panted, not wanting the experience to end but looking forward to what was sure to be the best orgasm of his life. He felt the pressure building in his balls and then suddenly streams and streams of cum erupted from his dick, covering the bed sheets in sticky boy juice. The sensation of Spencer's body reaching orgasm caused Joe to cum deep inside Spencer's ass. Even after he'd finished ejaculating he carried on fucking the boy, enjoying the sensation of his cum lubricating his dick. Eventually he pulled out and a dribble of cum came out and rolled down Spencer's leg. Joe didn't want to be wasteful and so licked it up, and then licked the rest of it out of Spencer's ass hole before turning him over and kissing him passionately. "I think I need another shower," said Spencer, after they'd laid together for a while. "I think I do too," replied Joe, and they wandered into the bathroom together, hand in hand. --- *Thanks again to everyone who has got in touch with positive feedback and their own experiences - I love hearing from you! In Chapter 4 the lads are off to the beach where anything could happen, particularly when they're all wearing Speedos that are just a little too tight! * *Thanks to Nifty as well for publishing my story - please donate to help them to continue to maintain this amazing site: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html *