Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2010 17:06:15 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: A Week in Wales Part One A Week in Wales Part One Copyright Van T Z Boi 2009 (The usual disclaimers apply, permission is not given to publish this story on any other site without the authors approval. Please remember this is just a story and not true to real life so keep your life true to) "Come on Cookie, it'll be fun," smiled Skip, "after all you've done it for twice that number this week alone." "Yeah," I yawned, exhausted after doing a weeks cook duty at the Districts Easter Camp for some 70 odd boys, "but they were all trained scouts, these are city kids." "True," he nodded but added, "It's your charitable duty, these kids have all worked hard to get a place on this weeks break, it's the least you can do." "I dunno," I hedged. "Cookie," Skip slung an arm around my shoulder, "the difference is that this is funded by the council so not only do you get paid but the time off work is covered as well." "Really," I said surprised. Being paid and getting time of work was making the prospect more attractive. "So you in?" then he squeezed my shoulders. "Okay," I grinned, "I'm in." So here I was six weeks later on a an early Friday evening climbing into a coach along with 30 boys of various ages from ten to sixteen and nine other adults heading for a week of hill climbing and hiking and other activities in the Welsh hills. I quickly found a seat and settled down intending to sleep as much as possible, my boss had not taken to kindly to my weeks absence, despite its charitable basis I had worked late into the night for the previous week making sure my desk was clear of all but any unexpected problems. The boys arranged themselves around the coach as did the other adults. I had met the other men at the series of pre meetings and nodded my greetings as I covered myself over with a spare blanket and settled down to sleep. After a while the buzz of excitement from the boys quietened and I finally managed to nod off; the first stop so the boys could use the toilet woke me but the next two did not and by the time we rolled into the small Welsh village and parked up by the converted school that was to be out home for the next nine nights I was on my way to recovering some of my lost sleep. Skip as ever was a marvel at organisation and soon all the kit was stowed, the supplies stored and the boys installing themselves in their respective bunks as were we adults establishing our own territories. The building was split into three parts; at one end were the old classrooms, now converted into dormitories plus a washroom, in the middle was the main hall and at the other end was the kitchen and storage area above which was the original living accommodation for the teacher, now also converted to dormitory accommodation. The set up allowed the boys to live apart from the adults with the hall being the communal area. I was ensconced in the kitchen, getting the large urn filled with water for hot drinks and washing whilst the centre's heating system was warming up. Skip called everyone into the hall to talk to them. "Okay then, first of all welcome to Penywrawn, I hope you all enjoyed the journey. Now tomorrow we will go on our first hike, it will be a challenge to anyone who has not walked through hills like these so a good night's rest will be needed." There were groans from the boys and Skip continued, "however I can see that most of you are too awake so we need to do something to tire you out. I want all of you to change down into shorts and t-shirts, you were all told to make sure that these should be easily located in your bags, and I want you back here from some indoor football." There was a cheer and the boys rushed off to do as they were told. Once they were out of the way Skip got his team to clear the hall and sweep it carefully. The boys arrived back in dribs and drabs and then there was a rush as the last flooded into the hall. Skip held up his hand for quiet. "Okay boys," he explained, "this is barefoot indoor football, so you will all need to lose your footwear, there are four goals, eight balls, each boy gets a turn in goal and my team will act as scorers. When you hear one blast of the whistle, that's a goalie change, the new goalie must immediately stop and replace the current goalie, play will not stop while goalies are changing, two blasts means stop and stand still to await further instructions." The boys were split into four teams by lining up by size and numbering and the game began, it was fast and furious and Skip kept up the pace by whistling every so often to change the game, like they had to run backwards, or hop or could only score by picking up the ball and throwing it. After three quarters of an hour all the boys were showing signs of slowing down and Skip called a halt, declared the winning scorers who got a Mars bar each and sent them all off to shower and return back in their night gear for a hot cup of chocolate before going to bed. I was now on duty and hurried to set up a table with the hot drink whilst the other adults set up the hall for breakfast. Soon there was a steady stream of sweetly smelling shower clean boys parading past the table for their drink, they gathered in loose groups around the tables, talking. Once each boy had had a first drink, a second was offered to those who wanted it, I had made plenty and what was not used up would be available for breakfast too and then the boys were despatched to clean their teeth and sent to bed. "Remember boys," Skip announced, "breakfast is at seven and we will be setting out by nine, its midnight now so its up to you to sort yourselves out. If you can't sleep then don't keep the others awake, you can sit here in the hall reading or doing something quiet, if you need an adult for any reason then press the bell by the door to the kitchen, that will wake me and I or someone else will be down to see what you want. Cookie is in charge of first aid as well so if any of you have a headache now go and see him straight away for a tablet, or if there is anything else that's wrong." I had been too busy to really take notice of the boys, looking round at the motley gathering of different nightwear styles was very interesting, most boys had gone for a football shirt and shorts, there were a small number of proper pyjama type wearers and as ever I speculated on what was hidden from my eyes. I also had no takers for first aid that night. I was up early the next morning and set the urn to boil for breakfast. I also boiled a small kettle so I could have my morning coffee. Skip was down shortly after me. "Not many get up before me," he smiled, "especially the first night, Is that coffee?" I pointed to the kettle, "Its only just boiled," I said. "Good man Cookie, knew I'd chosen a good'un with you," he rubbed his hands as he made his own coffee. We sat quietly sipping our coffee enjoying the peace before the day started. I'd planned a quiet day once the boys had left intending to have a good meal ready for when they returned, then Skip dropped his bombshell. "Right," he said, "just to go over today, as you know the boys are split into teams of four for domestic duties, so I'll soon wake your first breakfast team up and you can get them started on the bread for the packed lunches, after breakfast, the boys will line up grab four slices of bread and make their own fillings, so have a good assortment laid out, no sweet stuff as they will be getting chocolate bars from me, they get a packet of crisps and a bottle of water plus a fizzy drink, the water they can replenish during the day at the various stops. Okay." I nodded sipping my coffee. "Now as you're the best first aider and you have the worst job in the morning I want you to bring up the rear on the first walk, take it slow for the first day. I'll send down to you any boys with problems, usually blisters on the first day so have a good supply of creams and plasters and a supply of extra socks," he added. "What?" I said caught out by the words 'bring up the rear.' I spluttered nearly ruing my coffee, "I thought I was just doing cook duty this week, I wasn't expecting to actually go out, I've brought no gear," I said aghast, my vision of my day vaporising in the stream of the bubbling urn. "Nonsense," Skip said astounded, "you were at the pre-meetings it was all said then." I blushed recalling that once the meeting had started I had begun planning menus and lists and had not listened into anything I thought did not concern me. "Sorry," I said lamely. "No worry, I'm sure you can sort yourself out something to wear, you did bring your boots didn't you." Skip shot me a look. "Eh, oh, yes," I replied, "boots is not a problem." I mentally worked out what I could do to provide suitable walking gear. The door then opened and I fell in lust, an absolutely gorgeous boy walked in, he wore tight fitting jersey shorts that showed off an interesting bulge and a loose t-shirt that ended just above the most interesting bulge. "Good morning Harry," smiled Skip who knew all the boys names, "sleep well?" "Er okay I guess," Harry yawned, "any chance of a coffee?" he asked scratching his stomach under the t-shirt lifting it slightly giving me a glimpse of his taut stomach. My cock jerked in lust. "Do you usually drink coffee?" asked Skip ever mindful of what was supposed to be good for those under his charge. "Yeah," Harry yawned again, "I just get one mug in the morning, sets me up for the day, we have decaff at home for the evening, but I just usually have the one in the morning." "Grab your mug then," smiled Skip. Harry stepped back into the hall where the boys utensils were left and reappeared with his mug. I admired his cute tight bum and got a closer look at the bulge as he stepped past me on the way to the kettle. As he made his coffee I had visions of ravishing him on the long preparation table in the kitchen. Skip finished his mug and rinsed it in the sink. "I'll go and wake your team," he said as he left the kitchen. Harry took his place and sat down, he leaned back against the bench and sipped his coffee, I could not take my eyes off his groin, he sat his legs akimbo, gently moving them back and forward. "Hi Harry," I said breaking the silence, "I'm Jim but most people call me Cookie." "I know," he said slowly, "Skip told us." I admired and lusted after his muscular body. I took a chance. "Nice muscles," I smiled, "you work out." Harry grinned and became energised. "Yeah," he drawled placing his mug down and slapping his tight stomach, "I've got a programme worked out so that I can improve my physique, my sportsmaster worked it out for me. I have a daily exercise routine but he says that all the walking this week will do even more for me." "Well it looks like its working," I smiled, "you look like you have a good 'six pack' forming already." His grin broadened and he bounced excitedly. "My teacher says it's the best he's ever seen on someone my age," he smirked and to my delight, he pulled off his t-shirt and stood up and began posing," see," he said. I sat and lusted and admired the muscular youth, stood in my kitchen wearing just his shorts and his trainers, his body glowed with health and exuberance again I studied the bulge which was well formed, his limp cock was clearly outlined and I began to fantasise again. Skip interrupted us as he stepped back into the kitchen. "Your team is on its way," he said and then looked at Harry,"Come on Harry, the kitchen is no place to show off, we all know how hard you worked to improve your fitness but there is a time and a place, now off you go and get ready for today." Harry picked up his mug and t-shirt and smiled as he left, Skip slapping him gently on the backside as he went, making him laugh. I was so envious of Skips touch at that moment. "Nice kid," smiled Skip picking up his cup and re-boiling the kettle, "Harry is just fifteen, single parent family, got in with a wrong crowd and his mother was at her wits end, then his sportsmaster discovered his interest in muscle physique and got him into a weight training club. Kid's gone from strength to strength since then, wants to be Mr Universe, which is not a bad thing really at least it keeps him off the streets and away from the wrong sort." My four boy catering team made its appearance a I set them and myself to work. Skip wanted a good solid breakfast for the first morning as we would be out most of the day so it was a full English and all the works. Finally as each boy finished his meal and washed his utensils I set out the packed lunch table. Skip told me to leave it to him and go and get ready myself, it meant that I had our shower facilities to myself and I made good use of my earlier fantasy as I stroked myself to a very satisfactory climax under the hot water jets. We were only ten minutes late staring out that first Saturday morning, ahead of us was a three hour walk with stops for water bottle refilling. It was a glorious early summer morning and I happily brought up the rear, enjoying the sight of the line of boys streamed out in front of me. My first aid facilities were not required for the first hour and my first customer was a cute ten-year old that had caught his finger on a bramble. Carefully I removed the thorn, wiped the cut with antiseptic, dried his tears and suggested that it would be better healing in the sun, I would put a plaster on later if he thought he needed it. After that I had a small trickle of blisters which I treated with antiseptic and a clean pair of socks from the supply Skip had provided. We lunched in a sunny spot alongside a bubbling cool stream and Skip encouraged everyone to soak their feet, each boy had been instructed to bring along a towel just for this purpose. As it was quite hot Skip allowed those who wanted to have a splash around in the stream and a number stripped down to their underwear to jump about in the stream, amongst those was Harry ad again I lusted as I watched his cock and balls bounce around inside his tight shorts. Skip then called a halt making them all lie in the sun to get dry and I treated my 'blister boys', replacing plasters and socks as required. The afternoon's hike was deliberately more challenging and we climbed high into the hill at last stopping for a bite to eat on a plateau with a magnificent view of the valley we had walked up. Again I treated my patients, including three of the adults who had also blistered. We now began the long trudge back to base, the thought of a hot shower foremost in our minds, all except me who was also worried about the evening meal. Back in the school Skip was organising again, the boys were told to strip, shower and put on sportsgear. "Put your dirty clothes in the bin," instructed Skip, "Derek and his duty team will deal with the washing, hopefully everything will be washed and dried by tomorrow if you need it again." I was sent off to shower quickly and refreshed and clean I began work on the evening's dinner. I was delighted to see Harry was part of my duty team. He arrived smelling sweetly of lime, dressed in lose white shorts and a sleeveless blue t-shirt. "Hi," I said and pointed him towards the pile of potatoes that needed peeling. He picked up a peeler and started work. "Had a good time?" I asked concentrating on the chicken I was frying and keeping a watchful eye on the other vegetables which were starting to simmer. "Yeah," smiled Harry who had now been joined by two other boys, "Best bit was playing in the stream. Cool huh." The other boys laughed and began to talk amongst themselves. I concentrated on the cooking, the fourth boy had arrived and I set him to work on opening the tins of peaches for the desserts. The jellies I had made in the morning had now set and there was ice-cream in the freezer as well. "Its hot in here," complained Harry, pulling at his t-shirt which like the other boys was clinging to his skin. The other's agreed. He was right it was hot, the fans were not coping very well but I did not want to open the door just yet I wanted to finish the main part of the cooking process. "Get a cold drink," I advised, "If you want to take off your tops you can, but if you do so keep away from the cooker I don't want Skip complaining if you get burnt or scalded. Harry pulled off his t-shirt as did two of the other and they stood by the sink drinking. "I'm still hot," moaned Harry and he slipped of his shorts, standing now in white briefs. My cock lurched and almost spewed as he pulled his briefs open and fanned the gap with his shorts. He gasped shrugged his shoulders and stated, "boy are my balls hot." The other boys giggled and Tony a cute twelve-year old slipped of his jeans, standing there in oversized boxers, "I'm hot too," he laughed. "Okay, okay you lot," I regained control and pointed to the table, "Bread and marge please, and can we have the bread buttered for tomorrows packed lunch." They groaned good-naturedly and sat down at the table and began spreading. Harry and Tony did not bother to dress and I managed to catch a sight of Tony's hairless cock as his boxer fly gaped open whilst he worked away. I began to mash the potatoes and once they were softened pulled Harry and Tony away from the table to help with the mashing till the potatoes were creamy. "How's dinner coming?" called Skip from the door. "Almost there," I replied, "you can get the boys sat down if you want." "Sure," he said adding,"don't put out the bread until the meal is served otherwise they'll fill up on bread and I want them to eat properly after their hard work today." "Will do." I replied and began setting up the servery, getting the boys to fill up water jugs for each table. "Okay boys, get dressed now and take you places outside." The meal went well and I joined my colleagues at their table, bringing with me a jug of coffee and a pot of tea, the boys were free to make their own hot drink, teabags and drinking chocolate being left out for them. "Not bad this," mumbled Derek munching his way through his second helping of my fried chicken. After the meal the boys quickly tidied up the dining area and were set to work to complete their daily diaries, this would be a daily task and provided a calm hour before the evening activities began. The school had a large play area, the grass provided two small sized football pitches ad the tarmac covered area was marked out with lines for various sports. For the evening the boys took part in the football and basketball tournaments that would run through the week, inside the hall a darts area and table hockey were also set up again on a league basis. Once these activities were over the boys had free time, where they could play with all the equipment, including cards, chess, draughts or just lounge about As I was tired and aching from the unexpected hike I elected to stay in whilst most of the other adults went to the local pub, so I supervised the indoor area whilst Derek and Don did the outside. The boys were not allowed offsite unless with an adult and settled in happily, there was a small group in one of the dorms, just talking and another in the other dorm listening to CD's. At ten pm I began setting up the hot chocolate and in dribs and drabs the boys got ready for bed, they were being allowed to make decisions for themselves. Harry was one of the last to bed down and I watched as he went through a hard ten minute workout before taking his chocolate into the shower, he stripped down to his just briefs for the exercise and I watched envious of his performance, I also felt that his bulge had increased in size by the time he'd finished. "Nice job," Harry said Mark one of the younger adults and a bit of an athlete, "some nice moves there, perhaps I could join you next time." "Sure," smiled Harry as he disappeared into the boys dorms. I only just made it down before Skip the next day and was just turning on the kettle when he arrived. "Morning," he said and seeing the coffee was not ready added," I'll go and bring in the supples." By the time he was back with the milk and bread the kettle was boiled and I poured out the two mugs. Again we took our places and sipped companionably in silence enjoying the first taste of the morning. We had just started going over the plans for Sunday, Skip wanted a proper Sunday dinner for the evening when Harry turned up. This time all he wore was his shorts and trainers. "Morning," he said making for the kettle and the coffee, his mug already in his hand. We replied and Skip asked him to bring the kettle over so we could top up. Harry did so and eased himself onto the bench beside me. It was all I could do to stop myself from reaching out and caressing his leg. Skip then left to wake up my new breakfast team and I was left alone with Harry. "Any twinges?" I asked hopefully. Harry stretched, his bare leg coming into contact with mine. "Not that I can feel," he replied making different poses as he sat there. Unable to help myself I reached out and touched his arm, squeezing it slightly, it felt hard beneath my touch. As Harry did not object I smoothed my hand over his arms and along his bare chest, caressing his nipples gently as I made my way down his hard muscular torso. "Feels okay," I said thinking 'okay, it feels bloody magnificent.' I continued down and across his groin, along his thighs and down the leg I could reach. "What about my back?" said Harry surprising me by standing up, "Coach always checks my neck and shoulders and back." Happily I smoothed my hands over his wonderful skin in seventh heaven, he also smelt wonderful. I began to understand that the boy was used to having his body worshipped and examined, 'how far can I go?' I wondered. "Nothing I can see," I murmured my eyes glued to his hidden pert bum. "Coch said I had a spot that might need looking at," said Harry and to my astonishment pulled down the back of his short revealing his muscular hairless backside to me boy lusting eyes. I feasted on the sight and then reached out and felt those wonderful boy cheeks. "Nothing I can see," I said almost drunk with lust," hang on," I spotted a small mark on his right cheek, "it's okay, looks like a small spot that is on its way out," I rubbed the small lump, "should be gone completely in a day or so." It was all too much and I was unable to stop myself cumming in my briefs. "Good thanks," said Harry turning back and pulling up his shorts, giving me the briefest glance of pink flesh and curly hair. Skip returned and Harry returned to the dorm leaving me with a mess in my pants and breakfast to cook. I set to. I was three quarters of an hour into the hike when my first major problem arose. I came up to Skip who was sitting by one of the boys, who did not look at all well. "Cookie, this is Will, he don't feel too good," explained Skip. The boy was flushed and sweaty and definitely not well, but it could have been anything, I just hoped it was nothing I'd cooked, or we might have an epidemic on our hands. We took a couple of paces aside so Skip could fill me in. "Will is ten, no medical problems but there is something definitely wrong," Skip said, "I think the best thing is for you to take him back and keep an eye on him. You've got the emergency doctors number haven't you." I nodded. "Keep in touch by mobile if you need to," he said and followed on after the rest of the boys. I knelt down and re-examined Will, he was hot to touch and listless, 'heatstroke?' I wondered, 'dehydration?' I checked his backpack, his water bottle had been used but still nothing was giving me any definite clues. "Will do you feel able to walk back?" I asked gently. "Not sure," he whispered and struggled to stand up. "Never mind," I said and carefully picked him up. He nestled up against me and within ten paces he'd fallen deeply asleep. Carefully I carried him back to base, stopping to rest myself a couple of times, he was light but even so we were a good way out. I was thankful to see the schoolhouse at long last. I stood him down by the door, luckily he woke up and seemed content to lean against the wall as I unlocked the door. Once inside I gave him a closer check over, again I could see nothing seriously wrong. "Bed for you I think," I told him, "rest is probably what you want," and I again picked him up and carried him to the sick room, actually we were using it as a store room, but it did have a put-u-up bed in there for emergency use. Will stood still as I slowly undressed him. He was a cute blue eyed blond, his thick mop of light blond hair slightly dampened by his state. A thin framed boy, no signs of fat anywhere on his body, soon I had him stripped to his briefs, which were blue. For a moment I studied his, admiring his hairless body, his pink nipples and then I slipped my fingers in the waistband of his briefs and eased them down. I had to gently lift his feet clear of his briefs, but then there he was naked in front of me. 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