Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2023 21:12:09 +0000 From: Scribbler Lad Subject: Wales Discovery- Part 2 Wales Discovery - Part 2 A fictional story of Ray and his journey to adulthood. Ray and Don discover themselves and open up their rather sheltered lives on a camping holiday to Wales. Set in the early 1970's Ray is planning an escape from his humdrum post A-Level life in his gloomy, soot blackened mill town to go to university. Don't forget to donate to Nifty to ensure the archive is maintained and new stories are published. https://donate.nifty.org/ Comments always welcomed - keep in touch scribblerlad@hotmail.com Wales - Part 2 `Come on, the film starts at 8:00' `All right, keep your hair on Don' I was brushing my hair, shining but unruly, far too thick, a short back and sides grown out over the last two years or so as the fashion dictated. I snapped up the poppers on my Levi shirt and we were off. Saturday nights all right for fighting. We got our tickets, it's a double bill. `Thomas Crown Affair' then `The Graduate'. The Odeon has a crummy bar, all orange vinyl seats and sprayed concrete walls, you knackered your `leather' jacket if you lent against it. We got two bottles of coldish beer and knocked them back looking at who was out and about. Terry waved as he pushed a very young looking lass in front of him as he went in to Screen 2. We supped up, went to Screen 1 and sat in the darkness, me close to Don. We settled down in the warmth. We'd seen the film before when it was the main attraction. My favourite bit is when Faye Dunnaway is licking her lips suggestively as she played chess with chocolates in front of the fire, nibbling and kissing them like she would my cock. I put my jacket over Dons lap and unzip his fly and extract his soft shrimp like dick and feel it grow to its full size, truly in proportion to his height and his size 12 feet. I made out I'd dropped my keys and bent over to pick them up and took his cock in my mouth and swallowed him as we watched the film `fucking hell, don't stop' he whispered as he nudged his ass further into my mouth and exploded in me. I raised up, swallowed, wiped my chin and left him to tuck himself away and grinned at him, his face red in the flickering light, his eyes dancing with desire. We settled down, Don put his hand on my crotch and I pulsed my shaft every now and then to get his attention, watching his shy grin and feel him squeeze my dick back. We got another beer at half time, a few guys from school punched me on the shoulder, calling me a clever cunt, and wishing they'd got the same A level grades as I had. After watching The Graduate, we were a bit high, we're full of how the lad could be seduced by the older woman. `she'd bloody well sort you out' said Don `stop you wanking that would, imagine that, she'd suck you in and blow you out in bubbles!' `Yeah but that pool, that sunshine, that red Alfa Duetto Spider stick shift' I said `still we got Wales tomorrow - come on Don, if we step on it we can get last orders in at the pub. I packed my rucksack into the car with the tent and two army surplus camp beds. Dad had trusted me with his old army stove that you pumped up to boil a tiny kettle of water, enough for two cuppas and a fry pan for breakfasts. Mum said conspiritoraly `I put our double air bed in, those camp beds are rotting through'. I kissed her as she squeezed my arm. `Right I'm off' I hugged Mum and shook dads hand `drive safely' they said and watched me start the car, stall it, then trying again looking sheepishly I kangarooed down the road, eventually finding my clutch foot. Don was waiting outside his house. He saw me, locked the front door and hauled his rucksack into the back, we were off. Junior choice was on the radio `puff the magic dragon' played out of the cardboard speaker as we drove along in grandads Ford Escort. We stopped for a cooked breakfast at The Tomato Dip with all the bikers then headed out west past Manchester, to Flint and on the A55 to Wales. First stop was Bettys or Betws y Coed and pitching up, the campsite almost didn't let us in `we don't like just lads camping' but we said my mum and dad stay here and they relented. We found a level spot. Got set-up and laid on our beds `fuck these are uncomfortable bastards' said Don. `I've got an airbed in the boot, it weighs a ton though' `Fuck, the grounds comfier than these, lets give it ago.' We lifted out the airbed, it smelt of rubber, blue on one side and red on the other a sort of fabric cover. We knocked ourselves out blowing the bed up, sharing the protruding spitty wet rubber nozzle. Dizzy and lightheaded we flopped down on the bouncy thing. `Yeah thats miles better' says Don. `Put kettle on Ray'. Whilst it was boiling we packed away the twin beds and hauled the double into the tent, it stretched the full width. I unfolded the camping chairs and we sat, surveying the scene. `Bloody great this' I said sipping my tea. `We'll walk to the pub, see if they've any snap, I'm starving'. I called in the showers for a slash. On a hook by the shower stalls was a pair of red y-fronts, I checked to see if anyone else was in the showers, some one must've left them behind. I picked them off the hook, a creased brown stain on the back, piss marks and a snail trail of precum on the inside pouch. I jammed them in my pocket and we walked into Bettys. We had a few pints after our pie and chips, with seasonal vegetables, and walked back to the campsite. I stopped for a piss in the block and a blond haired lad about 15 or 16 was brushing his teeth, in his pyjama bottoms, shirtless. `Hey up' I said as I pissed and turned stopping the flow to look at him and to flash my cock, he said a greeting through the foamy mouth and clocked my dick. He bent forwards, his thin pyjamas stretched over his cute arse as he spat into the bowl. I stood at the basin next to his and looked down at his back, he's quite muscular, but not broad, tanned, his spine showing, nice lats building up over his ribs, his skin shining under the bright fluorescent lights. I'm zipping up my fly as he rises. `How long are you here for' he says in a thick brummy accent. `Couple of nights, you?' `Oh we're here all bloody week, with my effing 10 year old brother in a fucking pup tent' `Well if you fancy a change, we're walking to Swallow Falls tomorrow, you'd be welcome to join us' `Cheers, I'll ask my ma' as he finished he put his hands down his pyjamas and pulled the waistband out, flashing me his rather large cock, he grinned proud of his embellishment and he let the elastic snap back. `Sweet dreams' I said and watched him go. I was ready for another piss and squeezed one out in a thin stream from my semi hard cock. `Where the fuck you been' says Don, staring up at me from his sleeping bag, smirking' `I had a piss and met a lad who might walk with us tomorrow' `I pissed around the back, it's dark enough.' Said Don. I stripped off in torchlight and Don cooed `your fucking beautiful' he said. He turned off the torch as I slid into my sleeping bag and felt Dons warm body. `You zipped `em together, clever lad' With that I was engulfed in Dons warmth, I felt him fumble and then the cool gel on my hole and his digit entering me as he shuffled up tight to me and kissed my neck. `Come here you' he said I felt his cock, his thick shaft slide up my crack and him waiting to warm up the gel before sinking smoothly in. I groaned deeply. End of Part 2 Comments and suggestions welcomed to scribblerlad@hotmail.com