Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 20:03:29 -0000
From: john starling <zazaza@madasafish.com>
Subject: Welsh Holiday  Chapter 9

Welsh Holiday.

Chapter 8.

The English Scout.

Part 1


Bob Douglas jumped lightly out of the large four-wheel drive car. He moved
easily for a big man in his fifties, due mainly to a lifetime of playing
sport. Like Pop he was a former international rugby player, only his team
was Ireland.  He had married an English girl so had not lived in his native
land for over twenty years. He had retired from civil engineering a couple
of years ago and was now employed as a scout by the English Rugby Union. A
nice part time job that supplemented his pension, touring schools, judging
the up and coming talent, and signing them to various teams, that they
might represent their country in the future.

Bob's wife had unfortunately died only a few months after his retirement,
and the handsome man, now getting over his bereavement, was starting to
feel lonely and he admitted to himself, sexually frustrated.

The Douglas family had always lived near London, their two sons had long
since left home, and Bob now was happy to leave the empty house and tour
the country for days at a time. Travelling so much, Bob had rediscovered
something that he had for a long time put to the back of his mind.

It had been over thirty years since Bob first encountered the excitement of
toilet sex. Now whenever he was visiting a new town, he checked his
computer first to see where the local cottages and truck stops were,
sometimes driving miles out of his way to satisfy his man lust.

He had now pulled into a car park in the centre of Worcester. It was ten
o'clock in the morning and Bob had been on the road since seven. He was not
due at Broomhouse School until one that afternoon. The attractive middle
aged Irishman had given himself plenty of time to enjoy a little furtive
excitement.  He easily found the toilet at the back of the car park,
bordering a small municipal park.

He smartly moved into the building and was not surprised to find it
empty. After a quick slash, he checked the facility for signs of
activity. It all looked very promising; the entrance to the cottage was
through plenty of overgrown bushes, sheltering the building from public
view. Inside, it smelled a bit, which to Bob meant that there was no
regular cleaner. Three stalls with locks that were broken plenty of
graffiti on the dirty walls, and most important, large glory holes between
the stalls.

Bob glanced at his watch, he had time to get himself a morning coffee and a
sandwich, in an hour the cottage should start to get a few customers.


Part 2

Pop and Martin were chatting amiably as they did their morning tasks of
tidying the changing rooms and sports equipment. Both men were wearing
tracksuit bottoms and t-shirts that clung seductively to their muscular
bodies, neither man had bothered to wear a jock strap so their large dick
and balls swung heavily as they moved around the room.

Martin had enjoyed their first shag of the term with the Baker twins last
week and was now more than ready for some more action.  He sat down on a
bench looking at the senior coach as Pop mopped the floor, his muscles
straining under the tight vest.

Martin idly pinched his thickening dick through his thin cotton sweats. "I
think it's time we had another fuck, Pop, who is next on your list?"

Pop smiled at the blond Adonis and sat beside him on the bench, the large
mens' outstretched legs brushed comfortably against each other.

"Well, I thought young Owen and perhaps Tallowin might be able to use a
massage after today's game, but don't forget that the English scout is
coming to have a look at the boys today"

`The way Bob Douglas was eyeing me up last year on his visit, I think he
would be happy to help' Martin laughed

`Really' Pop enquired `I hadn't noticed that, he is definitely fit for an
old guy though, I wouldn't mind seeing him in action'

`Perhaps we'll just see what develops' Martin was gently massaging his now
almost fully erect penis with his large fist.

`Something interesting seems to be developing down there'

Pop sunk to his knees in front of his assistant and pulling his loose
tracksuit down took the young man's dick into his firm mouth.

Martin smiled happily as he started to gently fuck his boss's face.

Fifty miles away in the stinking toilet, Bob Douglas was on his knees as
well sucking on a sizeable cock through the hole in the wall.

Bob had watched the young chap through the glory hole as he entered the
stall. He was about thirty, in a smart grey suit, collar and tie. Married,
Bob thought seeing the wedding band on the lad's finger. The man had
dropped his trousers and sat on the WC giving Bob a quick flash of a
circumcised flaccid penis. Bob watched as the young man read the messages
scribbled on the wall, he saw him looking at the hole in the wall, he bent
down and his eye met Bob's. The man sat straight up, startled to be
watched.

 Good, thought Bob, this guy was uneasy, clearly not a cottage queen. Bob
unbuttoned his shirt and moving back on his seat massaged his large dick,
giving the chap an unrestricted view of his strong hairy chest and tasty
equipment the next time he looked, as Bob knew he surely would.

 Sure enough in a few minutes a finger came through the large hole, Bob
recognised the invitation and wordlessly stood and shoved his large erect
prick through the glory hole.

 The man timidly began to wank the large prick, `Suck it'. The man
inexpertly began to take the dick into his mouth and slurped on it noisily.

Bob pulled out of the man's grasp, he wanted to save his cum. He knelt on
the floor and stuck his large tongue through the glory hole. The guy soon
got the hint, and in moments Bob was furiously sucking his seven-inch
boner. Bob was thirsty; he wanted his first taste of cum of the day.

It didn't take too long for the young rep to be climaxing into the ex-
internationals greedy mouth.

Bob sank back to his seat savouring the taste of the guy until the next one
came along.

An hour later, after eating another two loads of cum, Bob had changed his
stall and was now happily sitting in the centre, with a fat prick
protruding through both glory holes. The Irishman alternated sucking the
dicks. He knew they belonged to a couple of young skinheads who had come in
together. Bob had not expected any action, he thought they were just two
mates having piss together. He was surprised when having finished their
pissing, they silently came into the stalls either side of his and stuck
their hard dicks through the holes without any hesitation.

`Do your work, cocksucker' the larger prick ordered.

At the stroke of one o'clock Bob's car pulled up in front of
SchoolHouse. Martin Moore stepped forward from where he had been waiting to
greet the large Irishman. Bob remembered the good-looking lad from last
year's visit and smiled, appreciatively glancing over Martin's muscular
figure, now smartly dressed in a blazer and tight slacks. Bob's eyes
lingered on the boy's large crotch. Christ he thought five loads of cum and
I'm still hungry.

Martin was well aware of Bob's lingering glance, indeed he had purposely
left off his underwear, and chosen his tightest slacks to tease the
handsome older man. Even though Pop had emptied his bollocks earlier he was
in the mood for plenty of action that day.

The two attractive men greeted each other politely, shaking large hands.

Martin invited Bob to the masters' common room to join Pop for a pre
luncheon sherry.

A little later Bob sat next to Pop on the top table in the noisy
school-dining hall. Pop pointed out the three young men he particularly
wanted Bob to take a look at. Graham Fowler an extremely useful scrum half,
and the Baker boys, a couple of very promising prop forwards. Bob was
listening to Pop with half an ear. Fowler, the boy Pop had pointed out, was
very much to Bob's taste, and the older man's prick was growing in
appreciation, as he watched the small handsome, athletic boy laugh and joke
with his mates. Without thinking he fingered his crotch.

`I see you approve of Fowler' Pop laughed

Bob smiled shyly `Well, he is a very attractive lad' he admitted.

Pop moved towards the Irishman, `I like to give my favourite boys a
massage, if they play well, as a reward after the game. Don't go rushing
off later, you might enjoy watching.'

Bob was astonished at what the handsome coach was suggesting. Was his new
liking for cock becoming obvious, he wondered?

Never the less, half an hour after the game had finished, and his selection
having been long made, he still lingered before leaving.

Pop had invited him to sit in his office, to have a coffee and Bob was very
conscious of the two empty massage beds in the room.

There was a knock on the door; Martin popped his head around,

`Did you say, Owen and Tallowin for a massage?' he enquired

`Change of plan Martin' Pop said briskly `Ask Owen and Fowler if they would
like a rub down.'


Part 3.

Danny and Graham were lying side by side in the large communal bath, the
changing room was becoming quieter, the bath empty except for the two
friends, who really had no need to sit so closely together, Martin thought.

Graham was murmuring in the younger boy's ear. He was actually telling
Danny how he much he wanted him and how he was going to fuck him later on
in his room, but Martin couldn't hear. The teacher could see that both
boys' large erections were sticking out of the warm water though.

Martin quietly knelt down until his head was next to the young men.

`It's your lucky day lads' he laughed at them jumping, startled `Pop wants
to practice his massage skills and you two have just been volunteered.'

`Just dry yourselves and come into the office when you are ready'

The grinning coach ruffled the young men's wet hair and laughing he moved
back to the office.

Danny looked enquiringly at his pal, `What do you make of that, does Pop
give a genuine massage'

`Don't know Danny' Graham said standing up, his large dick swinging wildly
`Let's go and find out, shall we'

The handsome youths dried themselves quickly and tied their damp towels
around their waists, trying to flatten their erections.

Graham led the way to the office and knocked politely on the door.

`Reporting for massage Pop, as instructed' he said smiling.

The two massage beds had been pulled into the middle of the room, and were
parallel to each other.  A large electric fire had been switched full on,
and Danny noticed that the long strip light had been turned off and two
smaller desk lamps lit, giving a more intimate atmosphere to the office.

 The boys were surprised to see Mr Douglas, the English scout sitting
behind Pop's desk.

`Don't mind Mr Douglas boys, we've still got some business to discuss, Now
I want to teach Mr Moore how to do a respectable massage for sports
injuries and so on, obviously we need some bodies, you boys don't have a
problem with that do you'

The friends agreed that they were happy to oblige, and as instructed
dropped their towels to the floor and climbed on to the tables lying face
down. All three grown men noted the two good-sized pricks in their semi
erect state. Pop winked lewdly at Bob Douglas; the Irishman fidgeted a
little uncomfortably in his chair. The closeted middle aged man couldn't
believe what was happening. It seemed he was about to witness a long held
fantasy of his, his prick leapt as he stared, with dry mouth at the youths'
beautiful young bodies stretched out before him.

`Martin, you take Owen please, and I'll look after Fowler'

Realising that the muscular young assistant coach was about to minister to
him, Danny waited until the men's backs were turned and quickly adjusted
his penis, pushing it painfully down between his legs so that Martin was
bound to notice it's hard state.

Both coaches were wearing loose cotton shorts and now stripped their T
shirts off, Pop remarking that the fire was to keep the boys warm, and that
the coaches found the room uncomfortably hot. Bob agreed and loosening his
tie slung his tweed jacket over the back of the chair.

`Start on the boy's neck and upper back' advised Pop, putting some oil on
Graham's back, he gently started to knead the eighteen-year-olds
well-defined muscles.

Graham groaned in appreciation as the coach's large callused hands rubbed
his smooth skin.

Following Pop's lead, Martin rubbed his hands together to warm them, and
started to massage Danny's back in long smooth strokes.  Danny glanced up,
he definitely saw some movement under the young man's shorts. His
experience told him that he was in for an interesting time.

To give the young man some encouragement, he let out a groan, `Oh Mr Moore
that's good'.  Martin smiled happily to himself.

`Now' Pop said `Bring your hands together, at the base of his neck and PUSH
your hands firmly down his spine in a long smooth movement until you got to
the top of his tight young backside. As Pop pushed down Grahams back, his
crotch brushed against the top of the youths head, Graham knew he only had
to look up to feel the tough rugby player's crotch in his face. Pop
repeated the movement and his assistant coach followed his example, only
Danny was waiting for the crotch and when it was pressed into the boy's
face, he flashed his tongue on the thin cotton shorts, arousing Mr Moore
even more..

Bob thoughtfully started to undo the buttons of his shirt until his broad
hairy chest was visible, he started to tweak his nipples, Oh bugger this he
thought, he was after all, the only man dressed in the room.

`Pop, it's so hot in here, I'm going to slip my togs off'

`Make yourself comfortable, please Mr Douglas' you can come and help me
massage this handsome young man if you would care to, Graham you won't mind
will you, four hands are twice as stimulating as two?'

Graham, who by now was sniffing his coach's crotch, thought that the idea
was not unpleasant.

Pop and Martin kept bumping in to each other as they moved around their
massage table, Pop thought it would be easier to put the tables lengthways,
he and Martin picked up Danny's table easily and rested it down with Danny
and Graham's heads close together.

`Now work the legs, put a good dollop of oil on and knead those aching
muscles' Graham and Danny groaned in pleasure as strong hands pulled out
the aches in their thick muscular young legs. Danny was doubly excited to
be experiencing the massage with his new fuckmate.

Bob, by now had stripped down to his boxer shorts, he moved between the
tables and copying Pop's earlier instructions began to massage the young
scrum half's neck and back. He moved his hands down to Grahams arse and his
fingers met Pops on the coach's journey up the boy's legs.

On his journey up Danny's legs Martin had discovered the boy's hard cock,
he grabbed it with a large oiled fist and started to slowly wank the
boy. The precocious fifteen-year-old lifted his arse off the table to give
the young coach more room.

 Danny moved his face to Graham's and the two teenagers lips met in a deep
passionate kiss. Watching the boys, Bob's dick began to leak copious
amounts of pre cum, soaking the front of his boxers. Seeing the old guy's
huge erection tenting his shorts, Danny tugged on the underwear and when
the fat dick was released took it into his hungry boy mouth.  Danny was
thinking of his Grandfather Sam, and was happy to give pleasure to the
older man. Graham moved up to join his friend sucking the large penis.

Happy to see that the boys were beginning to administer to Bob Douglas's
needs, Pop moved over to the muscular older man.

He put a strong arm around him, `Glad you stayed, now?' Pop moved his head
slowly to the Irishman and brought their handsome faces together in a
sensuous kiss, forcing his large tongue into the older mans hungry
mouth. Bob hadn't been kissed like that since his wife and immediately his
prick started to shoot hot squirts of cum down Graham's throat.

Martin pulled Danny to the edge of the table and started to ease his thick
seven-inch dick between the boys muscular arse cheeks until he found the
well-greased hole. Gently he pushed, until his dick eased inside the
boy. Danny looked over his shoulder, `Fuck me harder Sir, I'm not a virgin'
Martin laughed, he wondered just what went on in this all boys' school.

Meanwhile Pop was easing his large dick into Graham, `Take it steady Pop, I
am a virgin. I have never been fucked before and maybe yours is just a bit
too big for my first time'

Carefully Pop moved the boy onto his side and indicated that he should lift
his leg up, he gently slid his cock inside him, licking and chewing on the
youths neck and ear. Pop's large dick was gently massaging the kid's
prostate and Graham's dick, that had previously lost its erection, slowly
began to expand.

Pop noticed that Bob had started to harden again, he whispered something to
Graham and pulled out of the boy. Gratefully Graham turned onto his back
and pulled Bob's dick into his mouth again. He resumed sucking noisily, Pop
reached behind the Irishman's head and pulled it down to the young man's
prick. Bob greedily took the young penis down his throat. The
eighteen-year-old and the fifty five-year-old men were now lustily enjoying
each other's large dicks in a classic sixty-nine position.

Pop went over to Martin; the assistant coach pulled out of Danny and
quickly Pop took over fucking the boy. Mindful of what the boy had said
earlier, he savagely started to move his ten-inch fat dick almost out of
the moist boycunt, he rammed it home time after time until his heavy balls
slapped against the lad's young bollocks.

Martin moved behind Bob and started to slide his stubby dick inside the old
guy's still firm arse. Bob hadn't been fucked since his stag night when his
rugby mates had all given him `one for the road'. He was soon enjoying it
again. Just like riding a bike he thought as he pushed back onto Martin's
thrusting member.

Pop pulled out of Danny and started to Jack his cock furiously, `I'm coming
boy' he gasped. Danny scooted around the table in time to take a large
squirt of sperm over his pretty face. Watching Pop's climax, Martin was
soon cumming and lustily increased the pounding of Bob's arse.

In appreciation Bob started to cum for a second time down young Fowler's
throat.

After Danny and Graham had left the steamy massage room. Bob looked at his
watch with some dismay, it was after six in the evening and he had yet to
drive all the way to London. The sexual activity of the day had left him
exhausted.

`Stay the night, I'm sure I can find you a bed' Pop suggested.

Bob agreed readily, he had no appointments the next day, and only a cold
lonely house waiting for him in London.

The three men, now famished after the heavy work out, decided to meet at a
local Chinese restaurant later in the evening, Pop took the scout up to his
flat to freshen up.

At six o'clock the next morning Bob was surprised to find himself waking in
a strange bed. He looked over at the dark curly hair of his sleeping
partner. He leant over and kissed Pop softly on the lips, the coach slowly
opened his eyes. `Mr Douglas, how nice to see you again' Bob laughed and
kissed the handsome man again. `Fancy a fuck before breakfast Pop' he said
with his strong Irish lilt.  `What a very civilised idea'

Bob lay on his back and moved his large penis to a lewd angle to his body,
`Sit on that coach' As Pop moved slowly up and down the fat shaft,
supporting himself with his strong arm and leg muscles, he remarked that
this wasn't his thing at all really, he liked to fuck young men not be
fucked by an older one. Bob increased the rhythm of the fucking and soon
the brawny international was whimpering with delight as his large dick
spurted out his first load of the day.

Pop kissed the handsome Irishman passionately, `Don't leave it twelve
months before you visit Broomhouse next time'

Bob promised he would return very soon.


A mile away in Wendron House, much to his dismay Danny woke in Graham's
bed. The two boys had slept wrapped in each other's arms. Silently, so not
to wake his lover Danny crept back to Red dorm before his young charges
missed him.