A WEEK IN WALES
A WEEK IN WALES PART SEVEN
© Van T Z Boi 2020
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From Part Six
The kettle boiled soon enough, the hot black coffee first of all made my mouth water as its perfumed aroma flooded the kitchen. I drank heavily, the sweet concoction enlivening my body and my head, ‘nectar and ambrosia combined,’ I told myself as the effects swam through me, waking up all those necessary parts. ‘Damn I need a piss,’ I stood up and hesitated, ‘it was either cross the hall or climb the stairs to the toilet’s or,’ I looked out the window. The sun was shining bright and the green grassy space called to me. Carrying my steaming mug of coffee I strode across the grass to the treeline, here I paused and dropping my shorts let fly. My dick pointed slightly upwards; piss hard as I sent my pale yellow stream fountaining into the air to splash down the nearest treetrunk. I sipped my coffee, relishing its warming and wakening effects as I emptied my bladder. ‘All is right with the world,’ I composed myself, ‘another mugful and I’ll get on with the breakfast,’ I promised myself.
“Cookie,” I spun around at the voice.
Part Seven
Harry stood there, his bronzed torso gleaming in the rays of the rose tinted dawn, his hair was tousled, he must have just got up. He stood there his feet slightly apart and he was gloriously naked, I could see his shorts dangling from his hand, his so impressive and beautiful shaped dick pointed to the sky.
“Cookie, help me,” he pleaded. I took a long step forward, “it won’t go down,” he snivelled and I could not help the broad smile from appearing on my face; ‘how many teenagers know the best way to deal with a stonking hardon,’ Harry’s coach’s methods were playing fire with his teenage hormones and I was sure that something would either go wrong or, I licked my lips at the possibilities.
I tugged him forward, by the teenprick which was just so warm and hot in my hand. As I pulled him towards me I carefully checked behind him; the kitchen door was hanging open but the building itself looked deserted. I quickly shoved him behind a tree and went down on my knees. I was not averse to being on my knees for such a valued teenprize. Harry’s groan was long and satisfying, I looked up wanting him to look at me sucking his teenprick but his eyes were closed as he relaxed against the trunk of the tree. Even as my lips closed around his heavenly porked teentube my head was assessing the time. ‘Fuck it,’ I told myself, ’don’t look a horsedong in the eye!’ Harry was very much a discovering teenager as far his teencock was concerned and I was very much aware how quickly a teen could spunk up.
I ravished his hard meaty length, swirling my tongue frenziedly around the glans where the different skins and textures connected. Harry bucked his knees, he gasped and grunted and then grabbed my head. I relished feeling the elation this produced inside me; he was quickly learning or going by instinct. The tall teenager actually rammed his cock in my mouth, I tensed my tongue so he could fuck his helmet against the livery skin and he thrust hard. I was able to hold him off, he was I knew very strong physically, he could have fucked a hole in my throat if I had let him have his way, there is only so far you can go with instinct. His dickhead hit the squelching barrier of my tensed tongue and he rubbed hard at it, his juices poured sloppily out of his cocklsit, I could taste the spice heat of his precum, and I noted the hint of extra salt content was increasing. For a slow thinking moment, I nearly gave in to my urge of slow sucking him but the innate need for safety made that particular penny drop. I clamped my mouth tight around his helmet, swivelled my tongue at his knobhead and squeezed his balls.
“Cookie, Cookie, Oh, Oh, OOOOOHhhhhhhh, Cookie,” Harry’s squeal was I hope lost to the open sky before it was heard by anyone inside the building as his cock exploded, the stream of delicious teenspunk, especially Harry’s bountiful cum flooded my mouth, for a drowning second I wondered if I was going to drown such was the volume of his erupting balls but being the expert teendick sucker that I was I swallowed it all and very satisfying it was too. As Harry shuddered, his release making him fall back against the tree I followed him down, deep swallowing his dick, sucking all the cum out of his shaft and half way down to his balls, my lips were right against the crinkly nest of pubes as he shuddered.
I looked up at my Adonis, the pure joy in his face was a stupendous sight, Harry at fifteen was finally discovering the true delight of having hormones and a deliriously delicious and so pleasurable way of having them dealt with. I suckled the last dribbles as he gave me the broadest of grins, my hand on his balls told me that there was plenty left inside the spheres, all I had done was release the pressure and I knew that pressure would grow stronger over the course of the day. A final kiss of his teendick and I stood up.
“I have to get breakfast for the other’s,” I said. Harry followed me back to the kitchen only stepping into his shorts only when we got to the door, I was delighted that he wanted the morning air to help cool down his hot spheres.
Skip appeared moments after I sat Harry down with a glass of cold milk.
“Morning,” he nodded and I handed him his mug of coffee, “Oh that’s soo good,” he quaffed the first mug swiftly; the alcohol from last nights beery visit to the pub was having its effect.
My breakfast team arrived and breakfast was quickly underway, Harry stayed with me and as he sat there buttering sandwich bread I naughtily slid my hand inside his shorts to cuddle his thick sausage, he just smiled and winked. Mark appeared, he was unable to look me in the eye but once he had eaten he came up beside in the larder where I was sorting out what I needed for Sunday Dinner.
“Last night………,” he said softly and I could see the fear in his eyes.
“What happens in Scout Camp stays in Scout Camp,” I replied and then bent sideways to his ear, “especially the repeats,” Mark jerked at that nearly spilling his coffee mug. I chuckled.
I looked at him directly, this time he met my eyes and then came the slightest of nods; my newest notch on my bedpost was a welcome addition and I knew that Mark was accepting of his new role. Now I knew had accessible pussy both sides of the building but the one pussy I wanted sat in the kitchen buttering bread. ‘When,’ not ‘if,’ was my reassuring thought; my head buzzed with plans as I worked away.
The day’s events got underway, as the weather was so good and the forecast similar Skip decided to split the boys up and take different routes to the tarn or lake where swimming could take place. After the swim session everyone would take the direct route back, there would be some games and the writing up session followed by Sunday Dinner, provided off course that I managed to get it cooked.
“You got all the supplies in?” Skip checked.
“Just need extra milk,” I replied, “I’ve left a note for the milkman,” I had arranged extras with the local man who was the usual supplier for the building.
I showered as the others cleaned up, the lunchbags were packed, each boy carried water and a towel and the different teams set off. Skip locked the building and hurried after the team he was part of, I joined the team I was helping on. I was slowly getting to know all the boys in the temporary troop; Will and Harry however were not with the group I was part of today, I was naturally disappointed at but at least I had the prospect of seeing them at the lake and there were endless opportunities in that hour after eating when they had to rest and I had plenty of options for that.
Ron was leading my party, the gruff bearded muscular mechanic strode ahead, leading the way, I followed on bringing up the rear. The sun shone, it was not hot, very pleasant for walking and boys were taking off their coats and tying them around their waists as they got warm. The group as is usual on the less structured walks stretched out, I always made sure I could see Ron’s bobble hat, hurrying the strollers if needed. As I turned past one of the outcrops I could see Ron was standing still, the boys were crowding around him. He was bent over and I realised one boy was sitting on the ground.
“What’s up?” I moved through the boys.
“lad says his leg is hurting,” I looked at the sitting youth. I recognised Freddie, the boy with the fabled dick.
“Where’s the pain?” I knelt down, Freddie was wide-mouthed with that knowing manner, he would be assured amongst female company, his big dick gave him confidence.
“Back of my thigh,” Freddie’s voice and tone told me something else.
I looked at him, the faint smile at the edges of his mouth, the enticing fat bulge that as I looked appeared to pulse. I made my assessment and it was not an injury that Freddie required massage for, my instinct was for something else.
“I’ll have to give him a quick check over, could be nothing more than an attack of cramp, or possible he might have hit one of the ruts badly and jarred himself,” I nodded thoughtfully, “Better get the lads on their way, I’ll follow on with,” I looked at him, “Freddie isn’t it?” my hand eased up his thigh, the supposedly injured one and pushed into the softness where his ballsac was.
“That’s right Cookie,” Freddie was all innocence as he lay back, his bulge in his shorts becoming more pronounced.
“If you’re happy then,” Ron was looking at his watch, he was anxious to get on and the boys were becoming restive. “Line up everyone,” he shouted and our small group moved to form a ragged line, “Off you go, I’ll lead from the back,” he told them and Freddie and I watched as the boys trudged away, Ron’s tall figure at the back, shouting directions.
I looked coolly at Freddie, the handsome teen with that annoying pampered expression lay back on the grassy scrub, his shorts even more swollen between his legs, my hand was still caressing the crease above his thigh.
“Okay I’ll buy in,” I told him, “there’s nothing wrong with you at all.”
“Oh but there is Cookie,” he smirked, a knowing smirk and placed a hand over his swollen shorts, “only it’s not my thigh that needs attention. A little bird told me that you can offer a good oral massage,” he grinned. I was not surprise by his attitude, this was one of those teenagers that was good looking, had been brought up sure in the knowledge that his good looks would provide him with pleasure and he was well aware that a big dick was something not only to be proud off but something that brought other pleasures in life. He appeared to be vain and spoilt and he did not give a damn.
“Okay strip,” I said and sat back.
We were in the pleasant rolling grassy scrubland of a Welsh mountain side, the grass and other flora and a fauna stretched around us. The sun was warm enough to be agreeably comfortable in and I was with a proud, vain big dicked teenager. Freddie grinned and unzipped his shorts, his fat dick pushed his fly wider, the light blue of his underwear bulged through his fly. Quickly he unbuckled his belt and yanked the shorts and the trunks down, his beautiful teenage treasure plumped against his stomach, the foreskin already stretching around the wide part of his knobhead. ‘Typical of him to get his dick on show first, then get the rest of his body undressed,’ but I understood that natural pride in having an oversized dick. Freddie continued to strip, his shirt and jumper were bundled under his head, providing him with a pillow, his coat laid out so that his shorts and trunks and socks had a place to lie where they could not get damp from the grass. His walking boots placed out of the way and I had a naked good looking fifteen-year-old spreading himself out, his humungous teenage cock rising hard and high towards the suns’ rays. Freddie ran to a plumpness across his stomach and around his arse, ‘puppy fat’ that he was still in the process of losing. He had soft mounds around his teats, the light brown aureoles pricked with goosebumps around the so suckable looking teats. Freddie was teenage horned up, sexed up, needy, his plump dick jerking as he lay there, the cool look in his eyes and the fact he had readily stripped naked in the open all clear indicators of his lust driven needs.
“Little bird?” I smiled feasting on the sight of the voluptuous horned up teenager.
He smirked again, “Will has a big mouth but he said you could do it better,” Freddie caressed his teentube, the tip glistened where his precum was slowly oozing.
The problem with precocious teenagers is that sometime they can renege on you, once they suddenly realise that they have participated in something their friends would deride them for, then they can be very troublesome. I needed to sort out the precocious Freddie, make sure of the lie of the land. The boy was hot no problem about that but his attitude worried me, he could be trouble and although I wanted to get my lips around that fat fucker of his; safety was also a major concern, mine not Freddie’s. I misdirected him by caressing his thigh, the supposedly hurt one. I eased my phone out of my pocket, I am deft enough to turn it on and access my camera with secretive ease.
“Turn over,” I said. The precocious Freddie looked at me, my hand was still on his thigh, “I need to check, just in case,” I said.
Freddie turned over, his back was just as gorgeous, the tanned body, not a blemish, the plump globes of his arse, two perfect pillows for a thrusting teenfucking man to lie springy and bouncy on. His crack, a dim dark crevice that hid his treasure, his fat balls bulged under his arse and were squashed against the long grass, two spongy mounds that demanded to be suckled and drained. Freddie lay back, I sensed the hesitant tremble but then I leapt and landed on him.
“Owwoooww,” Freddie panted as I pressed against him, his body squirming underneath me as I held him hard against the grassy ground. My dick, hard and throbbing inside my trousers found an easy home in the cleft of his arse and I pushed forward, spreading his cheeks wider as my dick pulsed heavily between his arse cheeks. “NO! No! Nooooooohhhh,” Freddie grunted, “Please, please don’t fuck me,” he was almost sobbing, “Please, pleeeaaassse I only wanted to get my cock sucked,” Freddie pleaded as he bucked underneath me. I held the mobile closer to his head, the camera recording in case I needed evidence, precocious teenagers can be real players when they choose to be. Freddie gasped as I kept up the pressure, he was breathing hard with the forced weight pushing him into the springy ground. “Please, please I’m sorry only Will said…..” his voice petered out and he was shaking, I felt the wetness of his tears. ‘Had I got him wrong?’ my head puzzled at his demeanour.
“Said what?” I rose upwards, still in place ready to drop down again if necessary.
The tear stained face turned towards me, I could see the boy’s distress but I had to be sure of my man. “W, W, Will said you might suck me off,” even then I could hear the tone of hope in his voice.
“Good looking boy like you must get plenty of offers,” I said, breathing close to his neck.
Freddie struggled but lay back down, “Yeah but on my estate the girls are always controlled by the gangs, they decide who gets what and I ain’t no gangbanger,” I heard the echo of painful truth in what he said.
“Explain,” I allowed him to turn over, his youthful adolescence shone in his face.
“I’m hot, I know it,” Freddie sighed, “but where I live your either in the gang or out, I’m not ‘in’ but I don’t want my looks ‘fixed’ either,” he grimaced as he spoke, “I don’t bother them and they make sure the girls don’t bother me. Oh I’ve seen the looks, seen them when they walk past but there’s always some gang member around, so I stay clear. At school, it’s the same; eyes are on you all the time, my dick makes ‘em look,” he shuddered, “why the fuck do you think I show off my big dong in the dorm. I’m fed up with the staring eyes in the showers at school. There’s no gangers here on this trip, most of us took the offer just to get away from that pressure and for once I felt safe. Will saw Alex wank me off, first time I ever let anyone else go that far and then Will comes up and licks my dick, saying that he, he knows someone who could suck me off! Wow my brain went mad.”
I looked at the trembling teenager, seeing the hormone raddled youth, beset by the desires and lusts rushing through his body and mind, constrained by his situation, stuck in an estate controlled by gangs. I recalled the freedom of my teenage years, the ability to explore not only my own but other bodies and I fully understood Freddie’s state, the freedom that the weekend offered him allowed him to push his boundaries, like a prisoner in jail taking advantage of what sex was on offer, even if it was male on male contact. I understood the act he had been putting on; I gazed at his body, the slightly plump teenager, tanned all over, I wondered how he managed that but at that moment I was more intent on the fat teenage cock that drooled copiously before me.
Freddie looked up at me, I could see the fear and the worry in his eyes but his throbbing rock hard cock added a further level to his intense gaze.
“We don’t have much time,” I smiled, “we have to catch up to the others but as your first aider I do need to deal with your mental state as well as your physical condition.”
Freddie twitched at that, I decided he was so wound up that my words were going over his head. I leaned down and sucked his nipple, Freddie shrieked and quivered, I felt the teat bloat and stiffen, I looked back up at him, his amazed face was a picture. I leaned upwards and kissed him fully on his mouth, his lips were plump and sweet, warm to touch; there was a moment’s hesitation, I could feel his brain spinning making a decision and he made the right one, Freddie kissed back. My hand caressing his teenmeat may have tipped the balance but his lips parted at the pressure from my tongue and I slicked against his teeth, Freddie moaned as he was kissed. I felt all those reservations melt away as he became simply responsive to whatever I did. ’Bastards made for sex,’ I said to myself as I kissed down his body, his skin tasted of the sun and sexsalt.
Freddie groaned loudly as I took his dick in my mouth, the boy was trembling and quickly writhing, bucking his body upwards, trying to force his dick deeper, he was just sex on legs.
“Oh God, that feels so good, so good,” Freddie mewled, his hands scratching at the grass as his body wriggled and squirmed.
I sank all the way down, my tongue lashing at his knobhead and down his shaft as I came to rest on his pubes, Freddie shook and rocked. I looked up to see his staring at me, his boggled eyes told me all I needed to know, he had never expected that someone could take all the fat throbbing length inside their mouth and his fantasy was being fulfilled in spades. As he sighed and moaned I sucked good and hard, my hands caressing his balls and rubbing his shaft, as I tongued his cockhead, just at the place where his foreskin was attached to the glans, that so sensitive and special area that produced the best hot tingles of pleasure. It was quick, I had to be quick, time was not on our side, but I well knew that this one time would lead to more much more. I sucked even stronger, my mouth compressing around the pulsing dickhead, and then Freddie jerked and bucked furiously. I swallowed several times in succession, his teenjuice exploded inside my mouth and was drained away. I tasted his spunk, salty spicy and so addictive as Freddie rocked from side to side, my mouth clamped around his erupting dick.
“Fuck! FUCK! FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!” Freddie squealed, his voice dropping back in time to the time he was a soprano.
I grinned at that, knowing the intense joy and pleasure he was experiencing. I looked as him, his face was glazed over with the extreme bliss and I also saw the green tinge of desire, this would not be the only time. I was already thinking ahead to when I could really suck him, show him the extensive pleasure of having his huge teendick worshipped as it should be.
“Come on, get dressed, we’ve got to catch up with the others,” I rose to my feet.
Freddie lay sprawled on the coat, is body still jerking but his dick was shrinking; I had done enough to sate his immediate lust but left him wanting more.
“Fuck that was awesome,” Freddie struggled to sit up, his hand naturally caressed his dick and balls, gentling his teen treasure but he looked at me with a different respect in his eyes. “Will, will you do that again?” he asked and he was a child again asking for a favour.
“That depends,” I smiled, “but for now, get up,” I leaned down and yanked him to his feet.
Freddie tottered and I caught him, his head was swimming and he was rocky on his feet; I looked down at him, his lips were slightly parted, the edge of his white teeth gleaming, I sensed his desire. It was Freddie that kissed me, a sweet kiss that promised more. I helped him to dress, knowing that I had made another conquest. I patted his backside, he squirmed but giggled; I giggled too as I had plans for that plump arse.
We hurried after the rest of our team; I could easily see the signs of their tracks so it was a simple matter to follow their route.
“I could see you were tanned all over,” I had my arm around Freddie’s shoulder, he seemed comfortable with the close contact and I wanted to know more about him.
I saw him blush and he trembled, “I can get out on the roof of the tower block, there’s a space that catches the sun,” he looked sideways at me, “I can wank off there, naked, only the occasional bird or plane can see me,” he sighed.
I slid my hand down his back and eased it inside his trousers, cupping his plump cheek, Freddie giggled but made no other objection; it boded well for the future. Freddie told me more, no father, he was long gone, his mother lived on benefits, he had few outlets; to my dissolute mind he was ripe for exploitation. I knew several guys who would pay well to swing on his big fat teenage dick; I just needed to get him over any reservations about having his cock worshipped by guys instead of girls, the money would probably help.
We caught up with the rest of our team. I explained to Ron that Freddie’s injury was just one of those growing pains plus having to do more strenuous walking than normal, he nodded. The sun actually got warmer; boys were shedding outer garments, tying them around their waists as we wandered through the springy undergrowth. The views were stunning, looking across the valley I caught sight of some of the other teams, the small lines of youths coming together; slowly becoming closer and closer to each other. Eventually we turned past a large outcrop of moss covered granite and the small stretch of water, the tarn glimmered before us. Even I was looking forward to dipping in the cool water. Rod led us towards the small groups that had arrived before us. The boys milled around, most of them standing close to the waters edge, you could sense the anticipation. Skip at last came bowling up, he was huffing and puffing, his route probably the more strenuous one. I joined the confab as we were given our roles.
“Okay Boys, gather round,” Skip called out and the boys reluctantly left the side of the tarn. “This small lake is rated clean for swimming in, now Mark and Derek will be lifeguards and will patrol the lake whilst you swim if you want to. For those who don’t want to swim I’ll organise a game of rough football, the ground here is springy but there are some hidden rocks so the pitch will be marked out and woe betide you if you stray beyond those markers. We will mark out a site if you need to use the toilet, please no pissing in the lake, it’s been classified as clean so we want to keep it that way. After lunch there will be a full hours rest period and then those who want to can have a final swim before we make our way back to base. Once back at base there will be a writing up session followed by Sunday Dinner. Any Questions?” Skip glanced around the boys. A hand went up.
“Er Skip where do we change?” Digby one of the younger boys spoke out.
Skip scratched his head, “Look around son, whose gonna be looking. All I can see are some sheep and birds flying, you’re not at the local swimming baths and may I make the point that if you wish to wear anything whilst swimming it will need to be dry before you start back or you go without.” Chuckles and laughter followed this announcement and I smiled.
“I thought we were told before we left we could swim naked,” Freddie spoke quietly beside me. My smile broadened, Freddie was probably more concerned with showing off his teenteasure to everyone, I wondered if he knew the cooling and shrinking effect of cold water swimming.
“We were,” I replied, “but facts like that go in some ears and right back out,” I surreptitiously squeezed his backside through his shorts.
I set up my own space, just in case my first aid hat was required. By the time I was finished, a number of heads were already appearing in the water. I watched as Freddie strolled round the tarn ostentatiously looking for a place to enter the water but more probably to show off the dangling endowment of teenmeat that hung between his legs. Skip was supervising the rocky outcrop where diving was permitted and I watched the naked youths diving off the granite edge, admiring the naked flesh on show. Mark came up, his dick pleasantly plump making me recall our night of passion.
“Lots of cock Cookie,” Mark grinned, “see anything you fancy?”
I grinned and licked my lips, I could see him start and press his thighs together as his dick responded to my flicking tongue. “I’ll see what turns up,” I smiled.
“Bastard,” he chuckled and moved out of arms and tongue reach, I admired his taut backside, knowing just how accommodating his manpussy had been.
I stripped off and stepped close to the edge where a number of the boys had slid into the water, I did not fancy diving in, I wanted to make sure I was safe going in. The water was shockingly cold as I went in, I ducked right under as soon as the depth allowed, the icy tingles as the water came across my back were nothing to the stinging pain as my dick and balls were swamped, but the pain was short lived, my body quickly adjusting to the temperature. I struck out slowly just swimming for the pleasure of being weightless in the clear water. As I swam I watched as Freddie finally made his entrance, the look on his face as the icy water hit his fat teendick was more than amusing. I wondered just how thick his dick would look like once the freezing water affected it.
I turned back towards the bank, I was more than refreshed and was looking forward to drying in the sun. As I came close I heard the splashing and then Will’s voice.
“Cookie, Cookie,” I turned to see Will struggling towards me. His teeth were already chattering I could see.
I waited and caught him, he clung to me and I felt his cold body against mine, my dick despite the icy water pulsed at the contact.
“It’s c, c, c, colder than I th, th, thought,” Will spluttered.
I held him close; his body was cool to the touch but no less exciting for that. I ran my hand down his back and then grasped his cocklet, the small wedge of boyflesh was like an icy worm but as I caught hold I felt it twitch.
“Cookie,” Will giggled but his smile said ‘yes please’ I held him tight our bodies hiding the stroking actions under the water.
“Can we fuck Cookie?” Will’s soft request sent a hot flaring surge rise up inside my cock.
End of Part Seven
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