Ben’s New Direction
Chapter 2
My hands immediately went down into my lap to conceal my pulsating cock bulge, hoping Gary or anyone else for that matter hadn’t yet seen it, when from across the aisle, Will shouted “Look he’s got a chubby” laughing. I wanted the floor to open and swallow me up, feeling my face go bright red and burn with embarrassment. I looked across to Will ready to make an excuse for my embarrassment, it was then I realised it wasn’t me but Mike beside him he was referring to, both of them laughing with Mike clutching at his groin to cover the bulge his chubby had produced. “It’s the fucking heat and I need a piss” squealed Mike, pulling his knees up to further cover his bulge. The four guys at the back shot up, leaning over the back of seats, “ come on then Micky boy show us what we’ll be fighting for” howled the guy in the pink vest, giggling and ruffling Mike’s hair, just as the driver started the engine and over the PA came an officious school teacher like command. “Sit down at the back….yes you…local law prohibits standing whilst the coach is in motion” startled, we all looked towards the front of the coach, where the holiday rep who’d checked us in just outside the customs hall stood, waving his fingers back and forth shooing the guys back into their seats. The coach moved off with a lot of juddering and crashing of gears as the rep continued with his introductions, standing up!
“I’m Peter your company rep for the duration” he went on with his robot like pre prepared spiel, ending with, looking creepily at all the girls, “You can call me Pete or as most of you lovely ladies will find out ‘Pistol Pete’” he chuckled with a smarmy grin. “Fucking creepy shit.. he’s going to be a bundle of fun no doubt” came a comment from behind us followed by “I think he needs his barrel cleaning, needs a good pulling through with a big, hefty rod I think, to clear all that shit from his head” said one of the others, making us all laugh which resulted in a stare of annoyance from Pistol Pete.
To be honest Pete looked the part, hard firm body, tanned, although that did look a bit orange, perhaps going for the Judith Charmers look maybe, I thought. His tight red polo shirt showing off his torso to it’s best and his stone coloured chinos did very well at showing off his firm bubble butt and his rather large, unusually perfect looking bulge beneath his fly zip. He walked down the coach giving the couples and guys an obligatory nod, stopping at each of the groups of single girls to give a more detailed welcome and more smarmy smiles. As he approached I realised where I’d seen a perfect bulge like that under trousers before, I leant across to Will, “Look… I swear the fucking peacocks wearing a cricket box under those chinos” Will looked, “You’re fucking right the knobs got a box under there, obviously to hide his miniscule cock” he laughed, nudging Mike to take a look. I’d nudged Gary as Pistol Pete came up to nod and give us another dirty look before turning around and moving back up the coach, but not before one of the guys behind us piped up, “ Oh Mr Pistol you play a lot of cricket do you, practice off the crease do we” laughed the guy in the pink vest, which got us all guffawing behind our hands. Pete looked back with a look of contempt, fighting the urge to reply, obviously not being able to think of anything to fire back, he stomped back to his seat beside the driver.
At the hotel we were checked in, without any assistance from Pistol Pete who was busy with all the single girls, who were trying their very best to ignore him. The four of us were allocated a large but narrow room with four single beds lined up along one wall, leaving a walkway between the sides and bottom of the beds and the generous, but shallow wardrobe, a door to the shower room and loo, along with opening doors onto a room width, balcony at the far end.
Will threw himself onto the bed nearest the door, with Mike and Gary taking the middle ones, leaving me with the one next to the balcony doors, which seemed to please everyone, as no one objected to the apparent unplanned selection. “Pool, beer and food I think” suggested Will, unfastening his back pack and throwing it’s contents onto the bed, “Hmm not sure about these just yet, perhaps we’ll see what the dress code around the pool is” he said holding up a pair of bright red Speedos. I too had contemplated bringing the couple of pairs I possessed but had erred on the side of caution, not wanting to be taken the mick out of over my taste in swimwear, how wrong I’d been, when Gary and Mike also produced a couple of pairs of skimpy budgie smugglers and Hom swim briefs.
Although the four of us had seen each other naked in the sports centre we used four five aside, squash and badminton, being together in a bedroom was much more intimate and I was sure, as we got naked together before pulling on our board shorts, each of us eyed up each other’s cocks, bollocks and pubic hair status, shaved, trimmed or couldn’t care less. Luckily my full on erection had subsided since earlier but I noticed we were all a bit chubbier in the penis stakes than normal, it must be the heat I convinced myself. Shorts on, flip flops on, sunglasses on, towel over right shoulder we went down to the pool via the bar to see what delights we might or more accurately hoped, were on offer………..
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