Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2019 21:33:08 +0000 From: Tony Keen Subject: The School Trip - Chapter 4: "Beach Day" Suggested category: Gay / Adult Youth (with Chapters 1-3) "How's the new roommate working out?" Paul asked Joe over breakfast the next day. "He's a typical teenage boy really," replied Joe. "I can't complain - at least he showers!" The thought of the shower he had taken with Spencer the previous day flashed into Joe's mind and his cock began to pulsate. The soap had made them both hard again and he had fucked the boy under the hot water. "He seems to spend a lot of time in bed though!" He had fucked Spencer again on the bed before they went to sleep and shot his third load of the day deep inside his warm, wet boy-hole. Then they had fallen asleep next to each other, with Joe spooning Spencer and finding that his cock fit nicely in between the lad's butt cheeks. Being a teenage boy, Spencer had woken up with a rock solid erection this morning as well, and they had had time for a quick mutual jerk-off session before coming down to breakfast. "I don't think Brandon and Kian have showered since we got here," said Paul, referring to the two naughty boys he was sharing a room with. "But they definitely spend a lot of time in bed too!" Joe smiled. He knew that Paul meant they spent a lot of time in bed in a completely innocent way, but the thought of him having his wicked way with Brandon and Kian was a pleasant one, and he made a mental note to keep this picture in his mind for future masturbation sessions. Luke walked over to the table. "Flynn says he's ill," he said. "I'll stay here to keep an eye on him - I prefer a day by the pool to a day on the beach anyway." Joe was disappointed. He had been looking forward to seeing Luke's arse in a pair of Speedos, but he supposed he would still get the chance when they went to the water park. It wouldn't ruin his day anyway. The beach day was always one of his favourite parts of the trip, as he could sit back and sunbathe while watching his pupils run around in their swimming trunks. He'd be wearing sunglasses so he could perv on pretty much anyone he wanted, and if nobody was looking he'd be able to take a few quick snaps on his phone. "Thanks, Luke," he said. "Right then Paul, let's get this show on the road." *** The *Hotel Playa* got its name from the long stretch of golden sand that it overlooked. Joe, Paul and the lads walked about fifteen minutes along the beach until they found a suitable place to set up camp for the day in a quiet spot that was not too far from a shop and the public toilets. Joe kicked off his flip-flops, pulled off his T-shirt and slipped down his shorts to reveal his substantial package in the same pair of white Speedos he had worn on the plane. He caught Spencer glancing down at his bulge and winked at him, then put on his sunglasses, lay down on his towel and got himself in position to admire the view. The boys knew each other well so weren't shy about stripping off in front of each other. One by one they pulled down their shorts to reveal an array of different coloured Speedos with one thing in common - they were all slightly too tight for them. This pleased Joe immensely, as it meant he could not only see the clear lines of their butt cheeks through the soft material, but all of the boys also had visible penis lines and their bulges bounced around as they moved. Spencer had opted for a red, white and blue pair that contrasted nicely with his smooth tanned skin. Maybe Joe could ask him to wear them during foreplay tonight? Another boy that caught his eye was Liam, the stocky young lad who had sat on the other side of him on the flight. His thick thighs were covered in a light layer of dark hair that continued up to his bright red trunks, where it looked like the boy was hiding a substantial package. Above his bulge Joe could see the top of a thick dark bush of pubic hair. Liam turned round and bent over to get something out of his bag and Joe was treated to the beautiful vision of the red material stretching against his big ass, his bulge also visible between his thick thighs. Paul was looking through his own bag so Joe took the opportunity to take a couple of photos of Liam and the lads around him. "Don't forget sun cream lads," Paul shouted to them, and tossed them a couple of bottles. Joe watched as the boys began to rub the white cream into each other's backs, and had to move his bag over his crotch to hide his now throbbing penis that was bulging out of his Speedos. He felt a pang of jealousy as he watched Nathan rubbing cream into Spencer's back, but then felt silly. He'd have plenty of time to get his hands on Spencer later. "You'll have to do me," said Paul, and Joe turned to look at him. Paul was lying on his front on his towel, his famous backside looking beautiful in a pair of royal blue Speedos. Joe eyed him up and down. His short brown hair came a little way down his neck and then disappeared into his smooth, flat back. This then gave way to his butt cheeks, which were pert and round, and beneath them were his hairy legs. Joe squirted some of the cream onto Paul's back and began to rub it in gently. "That feels good," said Paul. "Have you ever thought of becoming a masseur?" "I did a sports massage course at uni," replied Joe, "but then I came into teaching." "It's a shame," Paul said. "You really do have magic hands. Do the back of my legs as well, will you?" Joe rubbed some more cream onto his hands and rubbed up and down Paul's legs, one at a time. He enjoyed the feel of his hairy, muscular legs beneath his fingers and was sorely tempted to 'accidentally' rub his hand up too far onto Paul's bum, but managed to restrain himself. He didn't want to ruin their friendship. By the time he was done Paul's body glistened from head to toe with sun cream and Joe took a quick photo while his colleague still had his eyes closed. Then he settled down to watch the boys run into the sea and start splashing each other. This is the life, he thought. I could do this every day. *** Throughout the day Joe did the occasional head count to make sure none of the lads had disappeared. At around noon he noticed that one of them was missing. "Hey, Ben!" he called to one of the boys. "Have you seen Nathan anywhere?" "He said he was going to the toilet about 45 minutes ago," Ben shouted back. "He's been gone a long time though!" Joe made to get up but Paul put out his hand to stop him. "I'll go," he said. "I need a piss anyway." Paul slipped on his flip-flops and made his way to the public toilets that were set back about 20 metres from the beach. He had been told many times what a lovely bum he had so was flattered when he saw heads turning to look at him walking along the beach in his tight blue Speedos. He stepped into the men's toilet, enjoying the cool respite from the hot sun outside. The toilets were old but seemed clean enough. There was a short passageway and then you turned into the main area where the urinals were to the left and the cubicles to the right. As he got further into the room Paul noticed a group of four men huddled together in the far corner by the urinals. They weren't stood in front of a urinal each so Paul guessed that they must be cottaging. He had heard that some men did this in public toilets and, although he wasn't gay and enjoyed having sex with his wife, the excitement and voyeurism of it all set off a tingling in his pants. He rubbed himself through his Speedos. Could I go and join them? he wondered. It's not really cheating - what happens in Spain stays in Spain! Anyway, it was basically just wanking. He was nervous but was now feeling horny and had a full hard-on pushing out of his swimming trunks, so he slowly edged closer. As he got nearer he could see that there was another man lying on the floor in front of the others, and the floor around him looked wet. He stepped a little closer and all became clear. Although he still couldn't see the man on the floor's face, he caught sight of the penis belonging to one of the men. The man looked like he was Spanish with his darkly tanned skin and jet black hair. He was wearing a white shirt and jeans, with a short but very thick cock sticking out from his zipper. The man was smiling as streams of piss flooded from his cock and onto the chest of the man on the floor. Paul was almost next to them now and another of the men - tall and black, with an enormous 12-inch cock hanging out from a pair of grey board shorts - looked at him and winked. Paul was transfixed as the big black cock rippled slightly and shot out a long flow of urine all over the man on the floor. So this is what they mean by water sports, is it? Paul thought to himself, as he continued to rub his own thick cock through his Speedos. He had never considered himself as particularly kinky, but the thrill of maybe getting caught and the scent of fresh piss was really doing it for him. He wanted in on the action. He put his hand on the shoulder of the Spanish man in the white shirt and gently moved him to one side to have a look at the man on the floor. "Nathan?!" he exclaimed loudly, shocked that the man lying on the floor in a puddle of piss was one of his 15-year-old pupils. The other men, sensing that something was wrong, quickly put their dicks away and ran out of the toilets. Paul looked down at Nathan. The boy was glistening in the light coming in from the window at the top of the wall, his mop of ginger hair soaking wet. He had on a pair of white Speedos, not unlike Joe's, that had turned almost see-through because they were so wet. Through the material Paul could make out Nathan's six-inch penis that the boy was stroking gently. He smiled up at his teacher. "I see you like the view," he said, nodding towards the bulge in Paul's Speedos. Even though he was shocked that Nathan was the guy everyone had been pissing on, Paul was still as horny as hell. He was also lost for words so just nodded his head in confirmation. "Let me have it then, sir," said Nathan. Paul slipped his thick nine-inch cock out of his swimming trunks and aimed it at Nathan. He had been drinking water all morning so had a lot of piss to give to the boy. After a moment's hesitation he felt a hot flow of piss rise up his shaft and he began to piss all over Nathan's chest. The boy moaned in pleasure as Paul redirected his flow towards his groin, a hard stream hitting him on the erect penis sitting in his white Speedos. Paul's bladder was no way near empty yet so he changed position again and began to piss all over the boy's face. Nathan opened his mouth and moved so that Paul's piss was going directly into it. Paul watched in astonishment as the boy swilled it round his mouth, clearly enjoying the taste, let some dribble out down his chin and onto his chest and swallowed the rest of it. He was even more astonished as Nathan sat up and brought his mouth closer and closer to Paul's cock until it was actually in his mouth and Paul was pissing right down the boy's throat. Nathan's mouth tightened around his teacher's swollen member, and as the stream of piss gradually dried up he sucked out every last drop. He looked up at Paul. "Let's go into a cubicle," he said. Paul nodded. He was still in shock from everything that was going on. He didn't know what to make of it all but he knew he didn't want it to be over yet. Nathan led him to the cubicle furthest away from the door and sat him down on the seat, closing the door behind them. He looked Paul in the eye and said, "Now it's your turn." Paul watched in perplexed silence as Nathan slid his penis out of his translucent swimming trunks at took aim at him. "I've fantasised about this so many times, Mr Merchant," the boy said. "I think you're going to like this." With that he began to piss all over Paul's body, covering every last bit of skin with his warm, light yellow liquid. Paul had never felt anything like this before, but it sure felt good. He began to rub himself as he felt the hot piss cascade down his body. "Now open your mouth," said Nathan. Paul hesitated. "Open it," the boy repeated. Paul did as he was told and Nathan redirected his stream to flow directly into Paul's mouth. It tasted as good as it felt - hot, with a slightly sweet taste to it. Paul swilled it around his mouth like mouthwash and then swallowed a load of it. Delicious. He could definitely get used to this. He stuck his tongue out, eager for more, and Nathan happily obliged. Then Paul copied the boy's earlier action and moved his mouth closer until eventually he wrapped his lips around his cock, desperate to savour every last drop. Even when Nathan had finished pissing Paul continued to greedily suck the boy's cock. He had received plenty of blow jobs over the years but had never had another man's penis in his mouth before. Nonetheless, he worked it like an expert, lips tight around Nathan's shaft going up and down, up and down. He put his left hand round the back of the boy and squeezed his tender teenage ass, pushing his whole body closer to Paul's face. He used his right hand to grab the boy's ball and began to squeeze them rhythmically. All of these new sensations - the feel of Nathan's body in his hands, the smell of sweat and piss coming from his crotch and the taste of his rigid boy cock inside his mouth - were driving Paul wild. Nathan grabbed the back of Paul's hair, trying to thrust his cock deeper and deeper down his throat. "I'm going to cum," he panted. On hearing this Paul tightened his mouth further and began moving his head faster. If Nathan's piss was so tasty how delicious would his cum be? He felt the boy's balls tighten in his hand and he gave them hard squeeze just as Nathan released streams of juicy cum down his teacher's throat. Paul was right - this tasted even better, a fine balance of salty and sweet with a beautifully creamy texture. He sucked every last drop out of the 15-year-old's cock, then rolled Nathan's foreskin back and licked his head clean to make sure he didn't miss anything. As Nathan's cock became less stiff Paul took it all, including his balls, into his mouth and gave his sweaty ginger pubes a deep sniff before shooting his own load all over his chest. Paul had never cum so much. He groaned as rope after rope of creamy semen fired out of his cock. Seven, eight, nine loads all together. His chest was dripping with it and he sat back and inhaled. The aromas of piss, cum and sweat mingled together to create an intoxicating smell of sex. "You've made quite a mess there, sir," Nathan said to Paul. "I'd better leave you to get cleaned up." He put his now flaccid cock back into his white Speedos, which were still soaking wet, turned around and let himself out of the cubicle. Paul leant over to grab some toilet roll out of the holder. It was empty. Shit, thought Paul. What am I supposed to do now? Then he smiled to himself. He knew exactly what to do. He grabbed his dick, aimed it at himself and began to piss, washing his cum all over the toilet seat and the floor around. He stood up, gave his cock one last squeeze and placed it gently back into his royal blue Speedos before heading back to the beach. *** Joe looked up and saw Paul heading back towards him. He thought he'd been gone a while but when he saw that he was dripping wet he assumed that he'd been for a quick swim before coming back. "Did you find him then?" asked Joe. "Who?" asked Paul, confused. "Nathan, of course!" said Joe. "Oh yes," said Paul, as he lay back to dry off in the hot Spanish sun. "Oh yes." *---* *Thanks again for all the positive feedback. I especially love it when you send me pictures ;)* *If you have a few pounds (or dollars, euros etc.) to spare, please consider donating to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * *In Chapter 5 we'll find out what's going on back at the hotel where Luke is looking after Flynn. But is he really ill? Or just mega horny?*