Holiday Disaster Turnaround 3
Chapter 30
Awake I grabbed my phone and looked at the time, 1030, Jesus I must have been tired, then at the message tab, which showed nothing from Ben. Bugger I’d hoped for at least a text, I spent the next 10 minutes pondering over whether to text him or even call him but I didn’t want to come across as needy or clingy, we hadn’t known each other long and that was the last impression I wanted to give Ben. I decided to send a brief text, ’Hi Ben got back ok how about you?’ After pausing over the send key I finally pressed send and decided to go for a shower, have breakfast and hope for the best. I walked to the bathroom just as Stu and Dave came out, both with a towel wrapped loosely around their waists. “Morning Ed, Mum and Dad said it’s ok for Dave to stay with us until we go away, saves the long trip back and forth to his gaff, as we’ve a lot to arrange” explained Stu as they both sidled past me, displaying rather more tenting of their towels, then I’d seen before from either of them.
I went out with the dog, hoping to take my mind off the dilemma I was facing, every couple of minutes glancing at my phone to see if Ben had replied, still nothing. I was beginning to believe Ben had had a change of heart, got caught up in a holiday romance and now regretted it all. Perhaps if I mention to Stu and Dave about going with them, no, no that really wouldn’t work out I thought, trying to dismiss the idea. Getting back home and putting the dogs lead back on the hook I could hear crying coming from the kitchen, “It was just as much a surprise to us as it is to you Zoe.” Mum and Dad were sitting at the kitchen table with Zoe, Stu’s ex-girlfriend, they’d broken up a good few months ago. “We don’t know when he’ll be back… went off just before you arrived with Dave to get the aeroplane tickets… I think, so he’s definitely going” explained Dad, trying unsuccessfully to console Zoe. I nodded as I hurried through the kitchen with the dog, not wanting to get involved, I had enough to worry about of my own. “I just don’t understand, I suggested the same thing to him before we broke up and he was adamant he didn’t want to go travelling…I don’t see what Dave has got that I haven’t” she spluttered, wiping her tears and snot from her face with her hands. I was very tempted to call out from the hallway‘ a fucking big fat cock and far more willing to use it than you ever did Zoe’, knowing Stu was always moaning about her lack of interest in anything to do with sex and I knew Dave had a big cock from growing up together, although neither of us had ever done anything together in that way, other than taking the piss about cock sizes, along with our team mates in the showers, unsurprisingly Dave was never ribbed about the size of his enviable cock.
I lay on the bed with the dog, fretting over whether I should bite the bullet and phone Ben, at least I’d know, which was better than this. It took four attempts for me to finally press the call key, I sat waiting, shaking slightly as the call connected. Then it came ‘Sorry the person you are calling cannot….’ I didn’t hear the rest, as the tears began to stream down my face uncontrollably for the first time ever, making the dogs fur wet as I clung on to him for comfort. Over dinner I tried hard to show interest in Stu and Daves adventure and the naïve discussion Mum and Dad were having with Stu about Zoe, I don’t think it had crossed their minds that perhaps Dave had more to offer Stu than Zoe, the discussion did raise my spirits slightly as I listened to Stu and Daves hilarious innuendos in reply to their questions, which went ‘way over their heads’, which was probably for the best.
I lay on the bed with the dog, listening to the dull thuds and noises coming from Stu’s bedroom next door, Mum and Dad slept on the other side of the house so Stu and I were never too careful about what noises we made, both fully aware what the other would be doing before going to sleep. I ran my hand down the flaccid length of my cock, hoping perhaps it would show some interest in what I was hearing, but no, it remained soft and disinterested, when my phone pinged. A message…could it be…I looked and there was a message from an unknown caller with a spam warning, without thinking I clicked it open. ‘Hi Ed, here’s the link to your tickets for your trip up on Thursday evening, I’ve had a problem getting back in touch with Ben since his brief call to me yesterday, so I went for a joint booking in your name, Doug and I are looking forward to seeing you (and working) with you both over the week end, Doug will meet you at the top of Waverley steps. Donald x, ps keep receipt for your costs getting to London, company will reimburse.’ I read through the text again, my hopes and fears lifting slowly when my phone pinged again from another unknown caller. ‘ Ed, borrowing someone’s phone, Don sending you tickets, meet you at the top of the platform, train goes at 8pm, tell all then Ben x.’
Tears once again started to pour down my cheeks with the sheer joy I was feeling, I did try ringing the number to speak to Ben but was unable to connect. The dog licked the tears from my face as I read through Ben’s message again and the heart emoji he’d put at the end. I looked at the tickets, first class Kings Cross to Edinburgh 2000 departure. Fucking hell all this worry for nothing. I settled back, content in the knowledge that tomorrow night I’d be on my way to Scotland with Ben. Scratching my balls I felt a slight revival of interest from my now not so flaccid cock.
Promising to be back before Stu and Dave left for Dubai, their first stopover, I jumped on the afternoon train to Paddington, excited but still a little apprehensive as I hadn’t heard from Ben again. The tube was heaving and I now began to worry that I might miss the train, I rushed up the steps onto the open air concourse outside Kings Cross, scanning the polished marble seating in case Ben might be waiting here, ‘for fucks sake he said at the top of the platform’ I angrily said to myself. Rushing into the departures hall I looked up at the departures board, there it was 2000, ‘The Caledonian Highland Warrior’ a new rail operator service to Edinburgh, platform 12 On time’. The knots and butterflies battled inside my stomach as I rushed through the open barriers, still worried that Ben wouldn’t be waiting.
Tears began to roll once again down my cheeks, as there under the platform 12 sign was Ben, leaning against the barrier fiddling with his phone. “Oh good you made it then, wasn’t sure if you’d got my message” he said nonchalantly. “What the matter” he asked, obviously noticing the tears of joy rolling down my face, “Nothing really, I was worried I hadn’t heard from you and I couldn’t get in touch either I thought….well you know” I spluttered trying to pull myself together. “You fucking numpty, we got diverted to somewhere in Belgium because of the fog, we were all charging our phones in the airport, the next thing we noticed they’d all been knicked, it was a fucking nightmare….only got back this morning...but look I’ve got a new phone out of it… on the insurance” he laughed, picking up his backpack and putting an arm around my waist to hustle me down the platform, past the brand new gleaming blue and gold carriages of the new rail operator.
Ben put a hand down the back of my joggers and CKs, “Glad you wore these” he laughed squeezing one of my bare ass cheeks, this train will be virtually empty tonight, so I’m sure we can think of something to do to while away the time. Disasters can turn into something pleasantly unexpected I thought, as my dick began to react to Ben’s manipulation of my left buttock. 😊
The eventful train journey and the rest of that week end can be continued in another story thread, if there are enough requests for more.
Once again, Thank You all for your appreciative comments, they are always welcome and encouraging, which help me to continue the story along.
R 😊
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