"There's something we've got to take care of first, though," Tay said as he grabbed a small nap-sack from the back of the Range Rover. I looked a bit aprehensive as my mind was running wild - I didn't quite know what he meant. He seemed to notice this and said "The big problem with being famous is that people recognise you and you can't have any fun. C'mon!"

We followed the usher into a small trailor parked near the entrance and Tay opened the door. It was a fairly sparse interior, the only slight decoration being a Henry Hound suit (one of those large dogs that meander round the park hugging people). Tay sat down and rummaged through his nap-sack, pulling out a box of what looked like hair dye.

Tay smiled. "I've never had to do this before - I've always been a bit of a succer for attention in the past. I just can't be doing with it today," and so saying pulled off his shirt and went over to the sink. He looked over his shoulder at me. "You gonna help me or not?"

I didn't have to be asked twice. "It's one of those '9 washes' dye things," he said. "Don't want to have permanantly brown hair - don't think it'd suit me. Makes you look good, though...."

I didn't say anything as Tay lay back in one of those hairdresser's recliners. He looked so cool wearing just his cut-offs. My eyes just scanned his lightly muscled chest as he looked back at me. Tay broke the spell. "You'll have plenty of time for that later - I wanna get this hair done so we can go round the park..."

I took the shower head from the side of the sink and let it warm up. As I started running the water through Tay's dirty-blond hair, he closed his eyes and groaned slightly. Again I couldn't believe this was happening to ME! I picked up the bottle of hair dye and began massageing it into his hair. I rinsed it a couple of times and toweled him off as best I could.

I hadn't noticed, but all through this Tay had been rubbing the bulge in his cut-offs again. I was just about to put the towel back on the rack when he grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of him. I could feel his hard-on pressing into mine and it felt soooo good - far better than I could ever have imagined it. I felt my head go light as I stared into his deep emerald eyes, almost hypnotised by them. Our heads drew closer together and I kissed a boy for the first time in my life.

I was very inexperienced with this but luckily Tay was in the driving seat. I felt his tongue press against my lips which soon parted allowing him access. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth and, getting the idea, mine soon followed into his mouth. I probed every possible part of his mouth I could reach and it felt so great I never wanted it to end. I ran my hands up the sides of his chest and through his (now brown) hair. He started humping his hips into me and arched his back slightly and I took the opportunity to wrap my arms completely around him, hugging him tight to me.

He was feeling me all over, his hands gradually making ther way to my arse. He started feeling my cheeks and running the tips of his fingers along my crack. He then moved his hands back up and pushed the tips of his fingers under the wasteband of my bermudas and did the same thing, although this time he went a bit further and the tips of his fingers rubbed the bottom of my ball sack.

I was surprised I'd managed to hold off the inevitable this long, but the rubbing of my arse combined with Tay's tongue in my mouth and his erection pressing rhythmically into mine sent me over the edge. I groaned down Tay's throat and thrust my hips into his as my penis sprayed its load into my shorts. Feeling this, Tay plunged his index finger into my arse hole that was already slick with sweat and I could feel myself gripping his finger with every shot. A moment later, Tay sort of yelped and I felt his rigid cock jerk beneath mine. I contunued thrusting my hips to milk his cock as he came. I looked down on his face - he eyes screwed tightly shut and a strange sort of half-smile on his face.

After it was over we lay together ear to ear, our breathing gradually slowing to a normal pace. Tay hugged me and kissed me on the neck. "We'd better get going otherwise we'll have no time in the park,"

"Yeah," I replied and tried to get up. A large sticky patch joined Taylor and me at the crotch. Tay wiped some of my cum from my shorts and licked it off his hand. "You taste great," he said - I couldn't do anything but blush.

"We can't go out like this," I said, rubbing the large damp patch on his cut-offs.

"Yeah, you're right..." Tay got up, went to the sink and pulled the hose off the shower tap. "Come here..." I moved closer to him and he turned the taps on full force. The spray from the basin absolutely drenched us from head to toe, and quite convincingly hid any 'evidence'. "How's that?" Tay asked.

"Looks fine to me!"

"Let's get going, then!"

Taylor pulled his tank top back on and dragged the hair out of his eyes with this fingers. He picked his nap-sack up and I followed him out of the trailor. He gave the bag to his driver and asked him to drop it off at the Hotel.

In front of us lay the quite impressive wooded landscape of Alton Towers - Kiddie's Kingdom to our left and a huge lake to our right. The SkyRide cable cars leisurely drifted by and unusually they actually served a purpose here - they were the quickest way of getting from the main entrance to the other end of the park - and you got to see a real life plan view of the whole site.

"Guess it doesn't have a patch on some of the US parks..."

"Actually it's quite refreshing - It's so green! So, where are you taking me first?"

"Well, seeing as we're already half-drowned, how about the Grand Canyon River Rapids followed by the Log Flume? They're just over there in Katanga Canyon. After that we could head for Death Valley and have a go on Nemesis and ThunderLooper..."

"Sounds like you know the place pretty well..."

"My school has an anual trip at the beginning of the Winter term - it sounds strange to go then instead of at the end of the Summer term, but we practically have the park to ourselves..."

"Heh - sounds cool. So, we off to the rapids first, then?"

"Sure..."


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