Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 15:52:17 -0500
From: Richard <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 8

This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations
and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own
fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm
happy to hear your thoughts about the story.

My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is
helpful in motivating me to write.

Sorry for the gap since the last chapter, I got busy then sick.

Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com


The Naked School Teacher

Chapter 8

To say that David's mind was blank would not be entirely correct. True, he
could not think of anything to say to his wife Alice, but that was mostly
because his mind was so full of conflicting thoughts and emotions.

Over the last few weeks, David had metamorphosed from the man he thought he
was, to someone he no longer recognized. He had thought he was a
conventional, heterosexual man; husband, father, professional teacher. Now
he seemed to have become some kind of sexual adventurer -- no, adventurer
suggests that he was in control exploring himself; rather David seemed to
be out of his own control and in the control of whoever wanted to exploit
him in sexual matters. Even the kids, his first `adventure' on this path,
were the ones who had dictated how things went. Okay, maybe `dictated'
wasn't quite the word he was looking for, but they set out a choice -- he,
David had chosen. He could have chosen otherwise, couldn't he? Then again,
did he choose because he wanted to really reach those kids, or did he
choose because that's what he really wanted to do? Hmmmm. Perhaps all of
the choices he'd made in the last few weeks actually reflected who he
really was rather than who he had thought he was -- who he had been trained
to believe he was? Wait a minute, wasn't there something he was supposed to
be doing now? Oh, yes, Alice!

David, naked, sweating, covered in cum and the juices from Ron's asshole,
covered from head to foot in tiny particles of gold dust, legs, arms, neck
and genitals banded in heavy gold rings, ears, nipples and cock head
pierced with gold rings, was standing in a high-class London hotel,
surrounded by the staff, many highly placed guests, his boss the
headmaster, and now ... his wife, whom he had thought safely ensconced at
her parent's home in Bexhill-on-Sea!

What the FUCK could he say?

He said the only thing that came into his head, "Um..."

"David," said Alice, "that was ... interesting!"

"How, er... how long have you been here?"

"Oh, I've been here since the beginning. Julia felt it best if I kept out
of your sight until after the ... performance, because it might distract
you."

Distract him!

"Alice..." David was still having trouble pulling a single thought to the
forefront in order to formulate a question, "are you... ah, do you... What
I'm trying to say is, are you involved in all this?" He gestured around.

"David, perhaps we should talk. Go get cleaned up and I'll meet you
downstairs in the lounge."


So David showered but had no clothes to change into, since he'd arrived
naked. Also he could not unlock the golden rings. He stuck his head outside
his suite hoping to catch someone to help him out. Ron was sitting on the
floor in the corridor near his door.

"Ron! What are you doing?"

"I was waiting for you... I was hoping ..." his voice ran down into
inarticulate mumble.

"It's okay, Ron, I'm happy to see you..."

"You are?" Ron instantly cheered up.

"Yes. But I need some help. I have nothing to wear!"

"Oh, right," giggled Ron, "just a minute." He ran off down the hall. He
returned moments later with some clothes. They turned out to be a bright
pink tank top and a pair of fairly skimpy purple lycra shorts.

David looked at him. "I'm sorry, it's the only things I got that I thought
would fit -- my jeans definitely don't." David thought that was true, Ron
was much smaller than him. At least the clothes he'd brought would
stretch. So he put them on.

The effect, if anything was more obscene that if he'd been naked. At least
nudity is just the body without commentary. These skin-tight form-fitting
clothes were powerfully suggestive. His cock was outlined clearly in the
too-small shorts. His upper body was completely delineated in the tank, and
it did not reach the low-cut shorts, so his ass was partly visible at the
rear. At the front, almost the base of his cock shaft could be seen before
plunging down into the shorts. If he'd had any pubic hair left, it would
have been bushing out over the waistband. Of course he had no
shoes. However, he was `street-legal' although probably not in strict
conformity with the hotel dress code -- well, in the lobby anyway.

"Thanks, Ron."

"David... can I see you again?" said Ron all in a rush, almost holding his
breath.

"Sure," said David, and wrote his number down. Ron dropped onto his knees
and wrote his number on David's ankle. "I gotta go and meet my wife now..."

Ron's jaw dropped, "Oh! Right... yeah!"


Alice was sipping white wine in the hotel lobby lounge when David stepped
out of the elevator. He only turned a few heads because at that time of the
early morning there were few heads to turn. Most sensible people were still
fast asleep.

He sat down beside her.

"That outfit is... a little unconventional."

"Alice, I arrived here wearing solid gold rings!" she looked at him,
"... and nothing else!"

Alice laughed, holding her hand over her mouth. "Oh, David!"

"Ron was kind enough to lend me these. It's just that there is a little
difference in our size."

"I'm sure!"

A waiter arrived, nose somewhat turned up at David's attire, though David
noticed his eyes flick to his crotch. David ordered red wine.

"Alice, have you known about this... all along?"

"Okay, David, I suppose I've been less than forthcoming with you, but
honestly, dear, you have been rather...unexpected!"

David sipped his wine and waited. Unexpected?

Julia and Robert came to see me a few weeks ago to ask if I thought you
would be interested in joining their group."

"Their fetish group?"

"Exactly."

"Why would they think I'd be interested?"

"They didn't really expect anything, but they thought I probably would."

"You! Why you?"

"My father has been a member for years, and they thought I might know about
and be interested in it."

"Why? Why would they think that?" David was baffled.

Julia sipped her wine, gathering her thoughts, "Okay, David, do you know
who my father is?"

"Well of course I do!" Truth to tell, David had always been a little afraid
of Alice's father. He was a little plump man, a business man who had wide
experience at the top of British business. He'd given up the `rat race' he
said, to pursue his own small business interests. A consummate artist at
making money, he was opinionated and not a man to cross.

"No, David. Did you see the national president of Julia's London group
tonight?"

"I knew he was there, but no I didn't see him... at least I wasn't
introduced. Why?"

"My father is the national president!"

"What!" David was truly astonished, "does that mean...?"

"..that I am also a member? No, it doesn't. I knew about it, but it really
never appealed to me."

"Oh." David once again was stunned by this information. He had absolutely
no idea where to take this conversation.

"David, it never appealed to me, and I had no reason to think it would
appeal to you. We were discussing it over a drink, when suddenly you walk
in stark naked! And we all knew you had taken the boys to the beach that
day. It was like a penny dropped!"

"Oh, my god!"

"It made me re-think my understanding of you. I asked myself a number of
questions. Had you been naked with the boys, did you have sex with them, or
did you just get naked for my benefit as Julia suggested? She said that to
get you off the hook, by the way."

"I know. Alice, um where are WE in all this?"

"That is rather the question, isn't it?" Alice was so like her father. The
relationship between the two of them could be an incendiary one at
times. One time David had taken Alice's side in some totally ridiculous
dispute with her father and he came very close to punching David on the
nose! Yet five minutes later after the two of them had made up, David was
left in emotional turmoil and resentment that took weeks to dissipate!
David did not really want to have a confrontation with Alice about his
sexual adventures of the last few weeks. At the same time, he felt a need
to know what was going to happen to their marriage, and perhaps especially
what would happen to his son, or rather what would happen to his
relationship with his son.

"I think, David," said Alice carefully, "that we should not do anything in
a rush. We have to think this thing through." David nodded. "There are a
number of questions to ask."

"Yes," said David, "er... like what?"

"For starters, David, are you gay?" So there it was. The question he had
avoided articulating even in his own mind.

David blushed, and tears welled up in his eyes. "I don't know." Tears
started streaming down his face.

"My observation David," said Alice, trying to ignore the obvious trauma
that her husband was going through, "is that you are a sexual giant..." he
looked at her, puzzled, "with the right partner."

"The right partner?"

"Men, David. Not even just one man, but men -- all men. When I watched you
being... er, having sex with men tonight, it was as though the lights had
been switched on. Have you ever seen your face during sex David?"

"Well, no I er... well that is..."

"Of course not, most people don't. I've watched your face when we're
together in bed, and I watched your face tonight. The difference is utterly
astounding! It was as if you were experiencing a rapture that you never
have with me."

"I'm sorry..."

"David! Don't be an idiot! I'm just telling you what I saw. I think I saw
the real you. You are who you are, David," she paused, "Why did you marry
me?"

The sudden switch in her question set David aback. "I... love...d you..."

"... you think? That's what was on your tongue, right?" David looked at his
feet, his bare feet.

"David, you are a complete emotional child! Do you actually know what you
feel, or what you want?" Alice was getting a bit testy.

David knew he was on the point of losing his composure. "I suppose,
well... no, I don't."

"David, I wish you well in your journey of self-discovery, really I do. But
you have to understand I can't take this journey with you." David stared at
her. "I just watched you getting, um, having... ahmm, sex with a number of
men. None of them wore condoms -- not that I was looking too closely!" She
looked at him, in spite of her brisk tone, with something that might have
been compassion.

David was deathly afraid of what was about to come.

"David, look at yourself! Even now you are waiting for me to tell you
what's going to happen. You are passive, David, you let things happen to
you. Your response to Julia, how you see yourself at these parties -- you
are passive and submissive. You seem to find fulfillment in your
subjugation by others -- by anyone!" She paused, thinking, "Maybe even
those boys... are... dominating you?"

To say that this string of observations took David aback was to put it
mildly. He had never seen himself that way. He just WAS, and events seemed
to swirl around him as if by divine ordination. True he did not see himself
as an initiator of things -- but then no one was, were they, except maybe
for certain great movers and shakers? Surely no one could really take their
life and MAKE it something?

And that of course was precisely his problem, if problem it was.


A few days later, David sat alone in the cottage, sipping
Scotch. Neat. Alice and Andrew were staying with her parents in
Bexhill. David was left alone to figure out his life. The first thing he
thought of doing was to call Rod or Ron. In the end he called both, but
neither was home, so he'd left a message. And now he was just hanging
around. Alice had left the fridge fully stocked with the frozen meals that
she had made especially for him. Strange woman!

It turned out that her father had of course discovered that David was to be
a star turn at his annual event ... and he'd alerted Alice. Although he'd
gone to the party, he stayed out of David's way during his `performance.'
Although he was quite comfortable with the kinds of things the fetish group
got up to, he was less comfortable with his son-in-law, the father of his
grandson, being Sex King for the night. And he certainly did not want an
endless succession of men fucking his daughter's husband; said husband who
would later fuck said daughter!

Julia had engineered the whole thing under Alice's nose and behind her back
-- if one can do both at the same time. The scheming and manipulation was
one of the aspects of the group that had kept Alice out of the group. She'd
been manipulated enough by her father growing up, thank-you-very-much!
Although she didn't really hold it against Julia, after all Julia had
pulled strings with her husband to get David this job in the first
place. She now understood why!

So the future was in limbo. David was busy getting drunk awaiting calls
from his new friends, and wondering what the boys were up to in their
various homes.

Thinking about the boys, he wondered what the date was -- he didn't want to
miss August 9th! He looked at a calendar and was startled to find that
today was August 8th!

Starting midnight, he'd have to be naked for a continuous 48 hours. He
didn't really feel like it. Then he didn't want to let the boys down. Then
again maybe it would mean he didn't have to think about his life, the
universe or anything for a couple of days, by which time perhaps everything
would have gone away!

The phone didn't ring, so he took his clothes off and went to bed. At
midnight, he was naked, drunk and asleep!

The phone rang unnaturally loudly at some godforsaken hour in the
morning. Sun was streaming through the unclosed curtains and his bedroom
was stifling hot. He picked up the phone, dropped it with a crash on the
floor, retrieved it and said, "Hello?"

"David?" said a voice... was it Ron or Rod? "How are you? I got your
message!"

"I, ah... I'm fine, ... I think!"

"So what's up?"

"Oh, I dunno, nothing. Everything! I was wondering if you'd like to come
down for a day or two sometime?"

"Well, I'm off today and don't have to work until late tomorrow..."

"That's' great! Wanna come over?"

"Okay, tell me how to get there."

David began to explain the route, but was interrupted, "David, listen, I've
no idea even which town you're in! I'll be coming by train if I can get
there by train... can I?"

It clicked suddenly this must be Ron! He thought he was giving Rod
directions from Tunbridge Wells! "Oh, okay, sorry, bit hung over. Not
thinking." And he proceeded to make arrangements to pick Ron up at the
railway station. Ron had schedule in hand, and told David he'd arrive at
11:10 that morning.

Only after hanging up did David remember that to complete his dare, he'd
have to go in the car stark naked to Tunbridge Wells station to pick up his
friend. He knew Ron would get a laugh out of it. The question was whether
he could get away with it.

August 9th happened to be a Tuesday. Fortunately eleven in the morning was
not rush hour, but Tunbridge Wells is a busy town, and the station was
right in the town centre, with lots of people around. There was no parking
lot. He'd have to drive up to the front of the station where all the cabs
were lined up and people bustling around looking into cars to find who was
meeting them. It was going to be a nightmare!

Putting it out of his mind for the moment, David got up shaved and
showered, made breakfast and generally went about the process of becoming a
human being again.

Although he could park the car right outside his cottage in the laneway,
its usual parking spot was in an open fronted barn up the hill a few
hundred yards. Two of the teachers parked there, one behind the other. One
of the annoyances of this arrangement was that if the first one in wanted
out, he had to get the other to move his car. Fortunately quite recently
they had agreed to swap keys so each could remove the other's car. David
had been first in last night. So he'd have to get to the barn naked, and
then climb naked into his colleagues car and get it out, then get his out
and then put the other car back, before he could drive off in his own! He
was almost sure to be seen in mid-morning in the school farm area. Although
the school was closed, the farm could never close. Since the animals had to
be cared for, there was always someone around!

David sighed, did his dishes, looked at the clock. Time to go.

The phone rang. "Hello?"

"David," It was James Sander, his colleague and coincidentally the owner of
the other car that shared the barn. "David, I'm dashing off to the village
to help Helen with her church market thing, but I needed to get my car
gassed up and washed before going out later tonight. Could you be good chap
and help me out?"

"Er, sure..." David stuttered, "Though I'm just on my way out..."

"Oh, that's okay, just take my car, gas and wash it, then whenever you get
back just leave it back in the barn. Will you be back before four?"

"I'll be back by noon."

"That's good then. Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

"Great! I owe you one." He hung up.

David's brain was already churning over which gas station was full serve so
he didn't have to get out, or was there a self-serve that was out of the
way where he could be inconspicuous. How inconspicuous can you be filling
up a car naked at a roadside gas pump? First thing was to get to the damn
car. He had to carry his wallet, nothing to put it in. He didn't know if
shoes counted, so he went barefoot.

David left his garden by the rear gate. There was a footpath behind the
three cottages near him and it led up the hill to the barn. He could have
spent ages looking around to see if anyone was around, but still not
notice. The path was wide open, no cover at all. So rather than be
cautious, he just went, striding purposefully to get the car. It felt very
strange to simply walk out in the open as if he was going about a perfectly
normal task while completely and totally naked!

David reached Jim's car and got in. No one around here actually locked
their cars. As he drove off, he checked the gas to make sure he had enough
to get to Tunbridge Wells station. He'd prefer to fill up once Ron was with
him.

The drive to the outskirts of the town was simple enough. The roads here
were very narrow and winding, often with high banks or hedges on both
sides. There was not much room for two cars to pass going in opposite
directions, let alone for anyone to overtake him. Actually the possibility
of anyone seeing far enough into the car to realize he wasn't simply
topless but also bottomless would be if he passed someone going the same
way. So long as the line of sight was on both drivers' sides, he'd be fine.

However, once he hit the town roads with four lanes of traffic, it got more
complicated. His first test came at the first traffic light. He stopped one
car back from the light on the inside lane. There were a few pedestrians
waiting to cross. He noticed a young man do a double take when he noticed
David sitting at the wheel clearly naked! The young man missed crossing the
street and had to wait again while the cars including David drove away.

The next intersection was called `Five Ways' because five streets
intersected. Only the British could have concocted such a lunatic traffic
arrangement thought David as he waited for the complicated permutations of
traffic signals to allow him to move ahead. This time a car pulled
alongside him on the passenger side. It was a woman perhaps in her
mid-thirties. She looked at David and smiled, then as her eyes traveled
down, they widened and she looked sharply back up at him. By this time
David had quickly looked away and was staring fixedly ahead. The light
changed and David stamped on the gas. She seemed so flustered she didn't
move, causing the cars behind her to start hooting.

David shot across the intersection and made the turn into Station Road. He
drove past the station entrance and did a u-turn, pulling up in front of
the forecourt. He stopped, left the engine running, and waited. He looked
at the dashboard clock: 11:05.

Once he was sitting there, he realized he should have NOT done the u-turn,
but have simply parked facing the wrong way so the driver's side was
towards the station and it's many people on the sidewalk and coming in and
out of the station. As it was he had the passenger side to the curb and
people passing by could clearly see him if they cared to look. Most of them
didn't, but once in a while someone did notice. Some smiled, some looked
shocked and disapproving. But nobody seemed upset enough to cause any kind
of fuss.

Eventually a boy of about ten happened to notice. He laughed and pulled his
mother's sleeve pointing to David. She looked back, but they had passed the
point where she could see anything. She pulled her son to keep up and he
continued babbling and laughing and pointing back to David. Some way up the
street what the kid was saying seemed to register with her and they
stopped. She turned around, asking him some pointed questions. David could
see the kids lips forming the words, "... honest, Mom!" He pointed towards
David's car. Quietly David slipped the car into gear, ready to take
flight. Suddenly there was a banging on the passenger window and Ron was
grinning in at him!

"Get in!" yelled David, and he took off before poor Ron could barely close
the door. They were just a blur to the woman and her son. Soon the station
was around the corner, and David eased off.

"Yeah, nice to see you too mate!" Said Ron laughing.

"Sorry about that," David was panting as if he'd been running.

"Hey no problems," Ron commented, "but if you're gonna romp around naked,
you'll have to relax a bit ya know! No point being naked in public if
you're scared to be seen!"

"I suppose," David didn't know why he hadn't thought of that. Here was Ron,
just a kid himself, who seemed to be wiser -- about public nudity
anyway. He opened his mouth to say something else, ask about the trip down,
comment on the weather, he didn't really know... when he realized that Ron
was stripping his clothes off and tossing them on the back seat. Soon there
were two naked guys in the car!

"So, Jeeves, where're we going?"

"Um, we gotta get gas..."

"Allllriiiight!" Cheered Ron.

"Then... we gotta get the car washed..."

"Ho, ho...." Ron was getting more excited by the second, "Then to a pub for
lunch?" he added.

"I don't think so! Then we go home for lunch."

"Oh well, two outa three ain't bad!"

"Would you really walk into a pub naked?" Asked David.

"Maybe, if I knew the pub... I don't know any around here. Nice
countryside, by the way."

"Yeah, it's nice. I'm going by a gas station and car wash just a little out
of town, where I think I'll be okay."

"You want me to pump the gas?"

"No, I think I am taking a leaf from your book... I'm gonna relax!"

"Way to go man!"

David got off the main roads, and into some lesser traveled... though still
somewhat busy. He parked at the pump furthest from the cashier. Brazenly,
he got out of the car, walked around the other side and began pumping the
gas. The car was between him and cars passing. However the cashier could
see him. He was somewhat amazed to have a naked guy at his gas pump, but
seemed laid back about it. David didn't quite have the courage to walk over
to pay, so he drove as close to the window as he could get then got out to
pay.

"Guess it's a warm day, eh?" Commented the cashier smiling slyly as he took
David's credit card. He was a guy of about fifty.

"Yeah," David smiled, desperately trying to be relaxed. "I also want to
wash the car."

"That's just coins in the slot, and you wash it yourself in one of the
bays," he looked David up and down, "I'd suggest the furthest one over
there," he pointed.

There were three bays and the third one was nearest to the trees that
surrounded the property and so somewhat sheltered from view.

David drove into the bay, and they both got out and got the hoses
going. Before long they were hosing each other down with the cold water. It
took a while, but they did eventually get the car washed. They took the
chamois cloths to the bodywork to dry and polish it up. A couple of other
cars came in and out while they were busy. Neither driver noticed the
shenanigans in the third wash bay.

They had about finished drying the car and had themselves dried off in the
warm noonday with their exertion, when another car pulled into the bay
beside them. A young guy poked his head around into their bay, "Hey, you
guys have any change...?" His voice trailed off as he caught sight of the
two hot totally naked guys, slightly less than limp cocks swinging in the
wind with their bodies all stretched out over the car.

"Sure, there's some change in the car, help yourself." David responded from
his position leaning over the hood, ass in the air towards the stranger.

"Okay... er, thanks... um you guys are naked!"

"Oh," said Ron, "It's that noticeable is it?"

"Gee," commented David, "and I thought we were being so discreet!"

"Just shows," Ron continued the banter, "some people can see through
anything!"

"Okay, okay, what I mean is... is it okay?"

"It's sure okay with us."

"What about him?" he inclined his head in the general direction of the
cashier.

"He seemed okay when we paid him for the gas."

"You were naked then? Wow!"

Ron and David caught each other's eye over the hood of the car. "So, you
seem very interested..." said Ron slyly, moving closer to the young man.

"Oh... no, well, I mean... not... er just um... curious, I guess."

Ron slid his hand down the guy's chest, fingers opening buttons one by
one. "What's your name?" He whispered into the embarrassed guy's ear. He
could feel the warmth of his breath in his ear. It sent shivers down his
spine.

"Um, Roger."

"Well Roger," Ron breathed into his ear. He'd seen the effect it was having
on him. Roger closed his eyes and sighed. "Well, Roger, let's see what we
can see, hmmm?" His probing fingers reached the waistband of Roger's khaki
shorts. They flicked open the top button. David came up behind him and
gently tugged his shirt back on his shoulders. It fell open and down his
back. Roger lifted his arms out. The shirt hung down behind him still held
by the shorts.

"What... are you guys... er... doing?"

"Nothing, nothing at all," David breathed in his other ear. Very
cautiously, David touched the tip of his tongue into the ear.

Roger moaned, "Oh, god!"

Ron's fingers slipped the second button on Roger's shorts. He could see
something stirring inside the fabric, but he didn't move his hand
down... let it come up.

David ran his hands over Roger's shoulders and down his back, gently then
firmly digging into his muscles. "Oh, that feels so good!"

Ron clicked open the third button. Roger's shirt fell to the ground. His
shorts sagged onto his hips. A little trail of fair hair ran down from his
navel disappearing into the tantalizing depths. The retreating shorts
revealed the waistband of his underwear. The fourth button allowed the
shorts to slip slowly to the floor. Ron and David led Roger towards the car
hood, leaving his shirt and shorts behind. He was wearing white Y-front
briefs and the hidden cock was clearly outlined straining against the
front.

David caressed his round buttocks, Ron pulled him close and kissed him full
on the lips. Ron lay back on the car hood, pulling Roger on top of him.

David behind ran his fingers under the waistband of the underwear, pulling
it slightly away from Roger's body. He blew gently into the gap, causing
Roger to writhe, "Oh, lord... oh."

David was hard as a rock by now, and so was Ron. Roger was crushing his
underwear-trapped cock directly onto Ron's. David was pulling the back of
the underwear down, exposing the delicious crack. He lightly ran his tongue
down, probing as far at the underwear would allow. Roger eased his body up
slightly away from Ron and allowed David to rip them right down and
off. David buried his face into Roger's ass crack, probing deeply with his
tongue. Roger was now moaning loudly.

"Oh, guys, guys... ah, what are you doing to me?"

Roger was hoisting Ron fully up onto the hood of the car, while Ron was
raising his legs up around Roger's waist. David was back there, over
Roger's back running his hands through the long blonde hair. Roger had
light fair down all over his buttocks. David stroked it and pressed his
cock head all over the furry bum. The pre-cum formed a slick sheen over the
mounds of flesh. David's cock slipped naturally down the ass crack, though
he was mindful of the newness of his damned ring! Six weeks? He couldn't
last for six minutes!

Roger's cock was probing below Ron's lovely balls, and finding its way
towards the twitching anticipating hole. They connected in thrilling
quivering joy. Roger slipped in so easily and painlessly Ron almost seemed
to suck him in. David's cock was nosing Roger's hole, driving Roger into
delirium. "Oh, ooohhhhh, my god!"

As Roger entered Ron, so David entered Roger. They began fucking slowly and
fell into a kind of opposite rhythm, Roger pushed into Ron, while David
pulled back, then Roger backed out while David pushed in. They were all
moaning and exclaiming quite loudly by now.

The cashier couldn't hear from his station, but he'd seen Roger disappear
into the bay with the two naked guys, and he wondered if he should go keep
an eye on things. The third bay was now occupied and the guy there seemed
unaware of anything. However there was now a car waiting for an empty bay,
and the middle one obviously had nothing going on, Roger's car looking for
all the world as if it had been abandoned. The waiting driver was getting
impatient.

Inside the third bay, plenty was going on! The copulating threesome were
now sweating and fucking noisily and energetically. The hood of the car,
was denting with every move they made. Three powerful, well-built young
guys were in major heat and lust all over Jim's precious car hood. It was
sweat covered and pre-cum covered -- and with more to come, it would have
to be washed off again!

David was coming to the edge of his orgasm and he was losing awareness of
everything his except his cock in the wonderful ass! He came on the crest
of a powerful thrust that sent his sperm deep into Roger, and the force of
his cum triggered Roger to shoot deep into Ron. Ron in turn, his cock
trapped and ravaged between his sweaty body and Rogers' also came as the
three of them whooped and hollered before collapsing into inertia one on
top of the other on top of the third on top of the car.

It was the applause that caused them to look up... to see the cashier, the
impatient waiting motorist and the guy from the first washing bay, all
standing in front of the mysterious third bay, watching the climax of their
little scene.

All thoughts of washing cars gone from everyone's head, the six of them sat
out back of the third bay on the grass sipping coffee -- supplied free by
the cashier.

"Man, that was the hottest thing I ever saw in my life," enthused the
formerly impatient motorist. The other two nodded, clearly wondering how
they could get in on such action.

The three naked guys still covered in sweat and cum, smiled. They were
satiated for now. "We gotta get washed up and I gotta get Jim's car back,"
David announced, not making any move to go.

"Just a minute," said the cashier, and he dashed away. The others looked at
each other. A few minutes later he returned carrying a bottle that turned
out to be hair and body wash. "We can hose you guys down," he suggested
excitedly. He also did something to the water control mechanism.

And so the three naked orgy participants were hosed down in a car wash with
hoses that now produced warm water. The three guys using the hoses were
excited and having fun, and soon began to turn the hoses on each
other. David and Ron looked at each other, and quietly got into their car,
waving the others goodbye. As they drove away, three soaking wet complete
strangers were beginning to tear each other's wet clothes from their backs
to reveal some rampant erections!

David drove away from the car wash. "Lunch?" he said.

"Any quiet little pub you can think of?" suggested a smirking Ron. They
both looked speculatively at each other as the distant sound of a police
siren could be heard.

David executed a sudden left turn into a very small lane that wound up a
steep hill. At the top of the hill, the view opened out and provided a
breathtaking vista of the valley below. A little further on the road took a
sharp turn and would then plunge down back to another valley on the other
side of the ridge. Perched at the very brow of this hill was a tiny pub
that had some picnic tables set up outside on the overlook behind the pub
and therefore sheltered from the road. David drove round the back and
parked right beside one of the tables.

They jumped out of the car and sat at the table on the side away from the
pub. Before long, an elderly man strolled over to them to take their
order. As far as he could see, two guys without shirts were sitting at the
table facing him. "What'll it be gents?" he asked genially.

"Two pints, I think, and your Ploughman's Lunch," said David, looking to
Ron for confirmation.

"Yessir, right away," said the barman, squinting at them. He was curious
about these two very attractive guys, sitting at his picnic table with no
shirts on. Thing was, he could not see the tops of their shorts either. It
looked for all the world as though they could actually be, well... stark
naked! Couldn't be though, could it? Not really.

Having taken their order he disappeared. Moment later he reappeared with
the beer. The boys grinned and lifted their glasses, chinked and turned to
the barman, "Cheer's!" they called, "won't you have one with us, mate?"
said Ron.

"Don't mind if I do, sir," said the barman, disappearing rapidly to
re-emerge with his own pint. "Cheers!" he said as he sat down opposite them
at the table.

They all drank companionably together in the warm August sunshine in a Kent
valley pub, two naked young men and a horny older man who was just dying of
curiosity about them. He was getting hard and reckless the more he
drank. His curiosity was killing him. He was consumed with how to either
get around the other side of the table, or somehow find out if these two
guys were really naked.

David and Ron were aware of the old guy's thoughts, they were telegraphed
with almost every word and every gesture that he made.

Finally, Ron said, "What's your name, old guy?"

"Thomas ... Tom," he said.

"Well Tom, you seem like a nice guy, do you want to come around and sit
next to us?"

"Oh... oh! Yes!" he said.

Tom came around the table as if he'd been offered the Holy Grail. Which in
a sense, he had. As he rounded the table and was able to see that the two
cute, handsome, sexy guys were in fact totally naked in the garden of his
pub, he felt detached from reality. They were so beautiful, their bodies so
perfect and unblemished, that he felt tears welling up in his eyes. They
moved apart and indicated that he should sit between them.

"I should get your lunch..." he said.

"Will someone else bring it?" asked the ever-practical Ron.

"My daughter," said Tom, resting his hand on Ron's thigh.

"Okay, then."

Both boys put their arms around him, and ran their hands up his
thighs. "Oh, my god, I've died and gone to heaven!" Exclaimed the geriatric
publican.

Just then his daughter emerged from the 18th century public house with
their ploughman's lunches. "Here you are gents! You okay, Dad?"

"Oh, Martha, I'm fine. Just passing the time of day with these young
gentlemen!"

"Okay, Dad, don't get too excited now..." and she gazed meaningfully at
David and Ron.

"Don't worry, Martha, we'll take good care of him," said David.

"You better, Sir, he's got a dicky heart."

"I'll be careful." David confirmed. Martha placed their lunches on the
table and disappeared back into the pub.

From this side of the table, Tom could not only see that they were naked,
but he could reach out his hand and touch their cocks, which were becoming
stimulated with his attention. They both by unspoken mutual consent let Tom
fondle them. They in turn ran their hands over his body and down into his
crotch. The old man closed his eyes. David held his head against Tom's
chest, and could hear his heart rate. It was high. David held him tight.

Tom's breathing slowed, his heart rate slowed.

Later Tom would recall this as the most exciting sexual experience of his
life, more exciting than any experience with his wife. He thought of this
day often for what were the last few months of his life, and he was
eternally grateful.

Ron and David communicated without speaking, their eyes making contact over
Tom... they were mutually agreed, the old guy was going to have the most
fulfilling orgasm ever! Ron began on his shirt buttons, slowly exposing a
thatch of white chest hair. David unlatched the belt and began to ease his
zipper down. The old man was moaning eyes shut. They swung him around and
laid his head down onto Ron's lap, who continued removing the shirt and
began playing with his nipples. David lifted his legs over the bench so
they straddled one each side. He eased the pants down below his knees, then
lifted his legs one at a time out, and let the pants fall to the ground.

The old man was now naked except for his baggy boxer shorts, white cotton,
as he lay between two young beautiful naked boys!

His erection was pushing against the material of his shorts, and David
slowly stroked it through the cloth. As Tom's cock became harder, and the
pre-cum started, David massaged the head of the cock through the underwear
material, soaking it and making it transparent. Tom was moaning and
shuddering. When Tom seemed close to cumming, David took the waistband of
the underwear in his hands. He slowly and deliberately ripped them right
open. Tom gasped as his cock sprang out of its confinement. David gripped
the shaft and slowly wanked up and down. As Tom reached the edge again,
David stopped and played with his balls, as he leaned forward and swallowed
the old man whole. Now there was no holding him... in seconds the old man
was writhing in the throes of ecstasy, cumming in David's mouth.

Tom calmed down and lay with his head still in Ron's lap. David and Ron
both drank their beer and began to attack the rough hunks of bread, cheese
and pickles.

"How y'doin Tom?" asked Ron between mouthfuls. Tom looked up at him and
smiled.

"I sure ain't done nuthin like that before!"

"Never too late!" quipped David.

Tom sat up with their help and began to recover his clothes. The underwear
scraps he stuffed in his pocket. "Have to hide those from Martha. I bet
she'll ask why my underwear isn't in the laundry!" he chuckled.

"Well, you guys sure are... unique customers! In all my years in this
business... I never..." the old man looked at them helplessly, quite unable
to articulate what he was feeling.

The three sat together while they finished the beer and lunch, which they
shared with Tom. They chatted about nothing in particular. When they drove
off, Tom waved goodbye with a shit-eating grin on his face that remained in
place for the rest of the day, and often returned over the weeks and months
to come.

Martha never quite figured that grin out.

It was now getting late, and David was conscious of the need to get Jim's
car back before four o'clock, so he headed straight back. He parked in the
barn and they both walked brazenly down the hill to David's cottage. They
were observed with some interest by John, whose house sat at the top of the
hill looking down over the pathway to David's place. He watched his cute
young teaching colleague and his even cuter, younger companion. The two
beautiful asses shifting seductively as they walked. He turned, checked the
clock on the mantle and then went to his wine cabinet. He selected three
bottles, one white, two red. Then he looked in the fridge and began
collecting items.

David found a message from Rod waiting. A quick return call, and he was on
his way over on his motor bike.

Ron and David shared a leisurely relaxing shower, then David began to think
about dinner. "Not sure I have anything much to cook with, what do you
fancy?"

Ron vamped his eyes, and said, "Sausages!" with a lustful glance towards
David's cock.

There was a knock at the back door. They looked at each other. David
cautiously cracked open the door to find John standing there with bags of
groceries and bottles of wine. "Dinner and chef!" He announced sweeping
in. "Hello, I'm John," he proclaimed to the startled Ron, dumping his goods
onto the kitchen table.

They shook hands, John's eyes traveling down to get a good look at Ron's
cock. "Um, Ron," said Ron.

"So, dinner for three?"

"Four," said David.

"Ah, very good. Nice even number... Salmon steaks, new roasted potatoes,
asparagus ... sound okay?"

"Fantastic!" agreed David. Ron nodded.

"Open this one," ordered John, handing David a bottle of the red wine. "I
will get into uniform." He proceeded to strip his clothes off and then to
don a very fetching miniscule French maid's apron, complete with lacy
fringe. The two boys collapsed with laughter.

"John," you are ... completely totally ... too much!" exclaimed David
between gasps.

"Well, boys, I'm treating to dinner ... you get to be dessert!" They
howled.

"Done!" said Ron ... looking appreciatively at John's ass as he turned to
begin sorting out his ingredients.

John poured three glasses of the red wine and handed them around. "To a
memorable evening, gentlemen!" They raised their glasses.

There was another knock at the back door. When David, glass still in hand
untasted, looked around the door he threw it wide, "Rod! Great to see you,
man!"

Introductions done, Rod started to remove his leather jacket and
pants. "Might as well join the natives."

He was naked under the leather motorcycle gear. When his pants came off,
the other two gasped in amazement at the magnificent penis that was
revealed. David, who had intimate knowledge of this King of Cocks, was
again impressed with it.

"Baby!" moaned John in helpless lust.

So the afternoon was spent mostly in the kitchen, they chatted about
everything under the sun. They consumed the bottle of wine. John, a
consummate cook, did his magic and around six o'clock he served the
wonderful dinner. They opened the white wine, finished it and opened the
other red.

They sat all together on the living room sofa. David sat on the floor
between several legs. The two young boys sat on either side of a very
contented John. They drank wine, they talked; they dozed sleepily from the
effects of the meal and the wine. And after an hour or so they began to get
horny. Well, more horny.

It began with John's wandering hands in the laps of the two young
boys. Before long John was in cock sucker's heaven. He turned around and
knelt beside David, taking first one then the other. Well, except no one
could take Rod! Not far, anyway.

Rod didn't mind, he was made for fucking anyway, so this was just fore
play.

Ron, lay back and let it happen. John licked and sucked on his balls, and
let his tongue travel up the length of his shaft, to play with the
head. Pearls of viscous liquid materialized at the enticing opening of the
red and swelling glans.

David climbed up to kneel over Ron, with his ass in the air towards Rod. He
leaned down and kissed Ron full on the lips, tonguing him far, far
down. Rod, whose great cock was being handled by John, leaned forward and
began to caress David's ass with his tongue.

The four got hotter and harder and gradually evolved into a tangled mass of
arms, legs, cocks, balls and assholes.

They rolled somehow onto the floor and began a long slow intricate
wrestling match in which no one could be sure who was kissing who, who was
sucking who or who was fucking who.

Except of course, that everyone knew when he was being fucked by Rod!

When they came in a great cascading series of orgasms, it was as if murder
was being done! Shouts and groans could clearly be heard outside, if there
was anyone to hear.

When it was over, they lay tangled as they were, covered in sweat and cum.

David later replaced the rug. But not tonight. Tonight was about sex, lust
and maybe even love.

They slept where they were and awoke in the morning to the delicious smell
of eggs and bacon cooking under the expert direction of John.

They stayed naked in and around the house for the morning, until it was
time for Ron to catch his train home. All four of them walked up the hill
to get David's car, now unobstructed by Jim's car. All four drove naked to
the station, and Ron got dressed in the car, hopping out onto the station
forecourt. He leaned back in and kissed each in turn deeply. Then he was
gone.

The others felt a little flat and just drove straight back home. They sat
in David's living room and watched the television. The news came on while
they talked idly and sipped at another of John's excellent vintages and
nibbled at some snacks he had just `whipped up' in a few minutes of
fiddling with the oven.

David suddenly found his attention riveted on the TV screen as he caught
the tail end of something the announcer was saying, "... missed being
arrested by leaping over a six-foot wall," and there on the screen was the
rear-view image of Mac, bare-butt naked, scrambling over the wall of the
Lord's cricket ground! "Damned impudent young pup!" exclaimed one outraged
spectator, dressed in immaculate blazer and sporting a huge grey handlebar
moustache, "should be strung up!" There followed a shot of a police
spokesman admitting they did not know the identity of the streaker, but
pleading with members of the public to turn in this anti-social, `corrupter
of children.'

"Oh my god!" said David.

"What?" the other two looked at him.

"That was one of the kids!"

"That wasn't Mac, was it?" asked John.

"It sure was!"

"What the hell was he doing?"

"Well, we all have a dare on this vacation. We all have to streak somewhere
and get ourselves into the papers! He seems to have outdone himself!"

John looked at him with incredulity. "You mean you have to do that too?"
David nodded.

Rod burst out laughing, "Waaaay to go man!"

David suddenly looked puzzled. "What?" asked John.

"Well... we also have another dare. It carries from yesterday over
today..."

"... and... ?"

"For August ninth and tenth, we have to be completely naked for 48 hours!"
The other two grinned. "But what I'm thinking is that if Mac is also
following that dare, then he had to arrive at Lord's naked and he'd have to
escape and get back home naked!"

Rod looked at him, "I wonder how he did it?"

John looked at both of them and grinned broadly, "and I wonder how YOU can
go one better?"

David looked horrified.