"Morning, campers!" yelled Curruthers in a quite depressingly jovial voice for the time of day. I opened my eyes to be presented with one of the most pleasurable sites and smells I could've possibly asked for: that of Tay's bulging jocky shorts. As consciousness machettied its way through the jungle of sleep in my mind, I remembered we'd stayed up until about one in the morning, going over the route that had been planned for us by sado-bastard Gillie. Overall it wasn't too bad - there were too hills worth thinking about, and a lot of the rest was easy going "dale-bashing" - walking along the bottom of a river valley.

Gently, I lifted my head from Tay's lap and surveyed the georgeous pillow I'd spent the night on. Why couldn't they make these standard school issue? He jooked so damn cute again as he lay, back against the bottom of the bed, his rats tail draped over his left shoulder.

I looked at my watch. 6:04am. I hated these training hikes - we _always_ had to set out at some god-awful hour to avoid the traffic on the M6.

"Tay... Taylor..." I whispered, shaking him gently. I really hated disturbing him. No response.

I lowered my head into his lap again and nuzzled his balls, inhaling deeply, and was rewarded with that oh-so-wonderful pheromone-laden smell of a hot, young body. I continued my ministrations by gently nibbling at his jockey-covered dick and felt it start to lengthen, accompanied by a long "Hmmmmmmmmm"and wide smile from the owner.

"Morning, you sexy pop-star you,"

Tay smiled a sleepy smile and pulled my head up level with his, our lips joining, re-affirming our love for each other in a way that could not be surpassed.

"What time is it?"

"About five past."

"Your watch missin' a hand?"

"Six."

"In the MORNING? Man! I need at least another hour!"

"No such luck," came Triv's sleepy voice, head poking from under his douvet. "Please - don't let me stop you!" The sly grin said it all.

"I guess we'd better get goin' - Gillie will be here with the Transit in a bit..."

Gradually, everyone managed to pull themselves from their slumber positions in the general direction of the bathroom, Tay and myslef both admiring Spider's unbelievably well formed "bubble-butt" as he sauntered by us in just his BVDs. Spider was fairly tall at 6'2" and I guess you could say lanky, but on closer inspection you could see the quite extensive development of sinuey muscles all over his frame, allowing him to perform the quite breathtaking manoeuvers he executed whilst hanging from a shere rockface by the tips of two fingers...

"That reminds me," said Tay as soon as Spider was out of earshot, hugging me to him. "We have yet to... You know..."

"Fuck each other's brains out?"

"Something like that!"

"Don't you worry about it - there'll be PLENTY of time for that over the next couple of days!"

There was no chance you could ever be hit by the OEd transit. Ever. The white monstrosity was so unbelievably loud even if you were deaf you could've felt the vibrations it produced through your whole body. Mr. Gill, doing his best "Dick Dasterdly" impression behind the steering wheel, gracefully half-mounted the Trannie van on the curb outside Mill House, the sidewalls of the near-side tyres gaining another set of those oh-so-attractive swirly marks.

"Seven,"

"Five,"

"Four-and-a-half,"

"Six,"

"Seven? What you on, Jamie? That was never worth a seven!"

Marking how bad a member of staff was at parking a Transit was another favourite time-waster of ours - zero being depressingly and uninterestingly good, a ten being an expleetive inducing, paint- scrawping, bollard bashing, insurance-claiming cock-up from hell. Damage to public property, other peoples property and to the Transit in question were always held in high regard as they usually involved a slanging match between the Trannie driver and a third party / multiple third parties, us lot not helping matters by calling out such helpful phrases as "I told you you couldn't make that gap, sir!" or "What do you mean 'It's a woman driver - she won't notice'?"...

"You lot ready then?"

"No."

"Get in, Mercer!"

We all piled in and got ourselves settled on the threadbare, duck- tape-repaired seats. Tay and I both simultaneously leapt for the double seat right at the back, Jamie and Triv taking their usual window seat, and Spider his "I'm tall - I need the legroom" position by the door.

Gillie clambered into the driving seat and turned the key. Nothing. He looked down and shoved the gear shift into "P" and tried again, this time the engine turning over, but little else. He furiously pumped the accelerator as the already knackered battery saw all life slipping from its clutches and just before it completely died, the engine fired, sending huge clouds of oily blue smoke into the air behind us.

Gill looked visibly relieved as hey yanked the transmission into "Drive" and floored the accelerator. The engine revved, but there was no forward motion. He revved it again and at the peak speed of the engine, the kanckered torque converter decided to convert torque, engaging with a bone-jaring thud, the vehicle lurching forward almost into the path of the milk float steadily trolling down the other side of the street. Gillie wrestled with the power-impeded steering and eventually managed to get the vehicle (a) moving forwards under its own steam, (b) going in the correct direction, and (c) on the correct side of the road. Now that all basic transportation criteria had been matched, he breathed a sigh of relief as we charged noisily through the still-sleeping village, the sickening smell of an oil burning, over-rich mixtured engine assaulting our nostrils. Tay put his arm around me and rested his head on my shouler and gradually fell to sleep, lulled in a strange way by the irregular up/downshifting of the knackered Transit.

Ike was woken by a roar from outside. "Boy racers," he thought to himself, smiling vaguely as he remembered the first drive of his "new" V8 pickup his parents had bought him after he passed his test. He lay in his bed, staring at the cracked plaster above him. He was depressed. For once in his brief life, he'd been happy when he was with Andy - he could be who he really was, say what he really felt. Now he was alone. Alone in ENGLAND! Andy's home country, yet he was alone. The lyrics of a song he'd heard bounced around aimlessly in his mind: "You seem so close yet it feels like you're so far...". He reached over to his bedside cabinet and picked up his cell phone, pressing the power button. The keypad lit up, washing his face with a calming iridescent green glow. He paused, then switched the phone off again, the darkness of his dorm engulfing him once more. He couldn't just call him at this time in the morning, that'd be dumb...

He sighed a heavy sigh and turned over, his douvet sliding onto the floor. The cold air pinched at his bare legs and arms making him shiver, underlining how he felt with a physical sensation. He leant over and dragged it back on top of himself, the material itself now having lost all warmth in that short space of time. That's how he felt - he'd lost all true warmth in his life in a very short space of time. How had he let that happen? WHY had he let that happen? He turned over again, wrapping himself in the douvet.

Taylor had been right when he'd written the lyrics to 'Weird'. At the time, he didn't quit know how right he was...

Issac began to cry.

I opened my eyes to see the gloomy spring morning transformed into a fresh, bright, misty one with the promise of clear skies in the not too distant future. Tay was stirring too, so I kissed his forehead. He smiled his happy, content smile and snuggled up to me again, pressing as much of his body as he could against me. Looking round, everyone else was fast asleep including, it seemed, Gillie.

I ran my fingers through Tay's hair, then down the front of his sweatshirt, them finally coming to rest on the bulge in his trousers. He quietly moaned his approval, pushing his hips into the palm of my hand. I felt his dick gradually fill with blood and begin to extend as I ran my fingers up and down the now very prominent outline of it. Tay didn't complain as I slipped my hand up and into his briefs, first feeling his slightly coarse pubic hairs, and then the pulsing heat of the steely-hard shaft. I closed my fingers round him, gently pulling the foreskin back and forth over his sensitive cockhead. As I did this, I leant forward slightly, licking Tay's lips, his tongue snaking out to meet mine. I began to kiss him more forcefully, our tongues each desperate to fight their way into the other's mouth. I could feel Tay's breathing accelerating in both pace and depth, the exhaled air directed forcefully at my cheek sending shivers down my spine.

I picked up the pace of my stroking, allowing my other hand to fondle his full bollocks through the soft material of his joggers. His dickhead and the palm of my hand were now slick with his small but steady stream of precum, allowing me to actually brush the palm of my hand over his decloaked head, sending jolts of pleasure through his frame. He suddenly threw an arm round me and pulled my mouth tighter against his as I felt his balls tighten up against the bottom of his dick, and a moment later I felt an incredibly powerful spurt of teen cum spray against my hand, followed by another, then another. I continued stroking and milking him until he stopped shivering and convulsing under me. Gently, I pulled my cum-covered hand from his kegs and brought it to my nose, the smell of his essence almost sending me into my own orgasm, my entire being wanting to make love to this handsome, hormone-driven love machine beside me. Looking straight into his deep eyes, I began to methodically lick his copious load from my hand, relishing the sweet taste of his seed. Once the majority had been cleaned off, we brought our lips together once again, passing the product of our love back and forth between one another, each sharing in its unique properties.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that,"

"Or have it done," grinned Tay, taking my hand and sucking the very last of his cum off my fingers.

As we settled back down again, I noticed that I could no longer see the whisp of Jamie's bright red hair that had been present throughout the entire journey so far. Come to think of it, I couldn't see Triv's head either! Hrmm...

I unsnapped the poor excuse for a seatbelt from round my waist and leap-frogged from seat to seat until I was sat immediately behind Triv and Jamie. I poked hy head over the edge of the seat: Triv was kinda half-lying on the seat, head propped against the side of the Transit. Jamie had his head resting on Triv's chest, his legs quite successfully blocking the aisle. This would have been innocent enough had it not brrn for the position of thir hands: Triv's left was tucked neatly inside Jamie's shirt, whilst both their right hands were joined, the slight smile on each of their faces as they slept confirming what I'd suspected ever since the Cup Final bet.

I returned to my seat next to Tay, him simply raising his eyebrows. I nodded in response to his unworded question, and we both smiled that kind of "Awwwww" smile at each other. I turner round so that I could shuffle over Tay and get back in his seat, but he had other ideas: sliding along the seat level with me so that when I tried to sit down, I ended up sitting squarely in his lap.

"Gotcha!" he whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around me. Once again, just the feeling of his warm breath playing over my ear send my dick into overdrive, thr front of by combats bulging noticably. "I thought we were setting up the tents this evening!"

"So did I! You'd better get this pole sorted out in the mean time!"

I had to hold my breath to stop myself from moaning as Tay's hands slid over my hard-on, having nearly forgotton how good it felt to have someone else getting you off. My dick shuddered and lurched as Tay simply groped me, just squeezing my dick and balls through the black fabric.

"Woah! Someone really is horny at the moment, isn't he?"

I could do nothing but nod my head in agreement as Tay slid his hands into my boxers, the touch of his soft skin on my naked boner nearly sending me over the edge. Tay sensed this and stopped his stroking until he felt me breathe again, then gently began running the tips of his fingers over the entire length of my shaft, his left hand going down further to to cup and squeeze my hairless balls, resulting in little squirts of precum spitting from the end of my dick.

I'd lost the capacity for coherent thought, and could only respond with a very descriptive "Mmmmmm - Taylor...". Tay continued his almost non-existant stroking for a few minutes, making me get hotter and hotter, harder and harder, without yet reaching orgasm.

Suddenly and without warning, Tay wrapped his fist round my shaft and squeezing, it felt, with all his strength. He started to literally beat me off, his fist flying up and down with no remorse whatsoever whilst squeezing my balls to an almost painful extent - IT FELT SO DAMN GOOD! There was absolutely no way I was even going to consider holding out through this one, and even before I'd decided that, I felt my cum being ejected from the end of my dick and splattered round the insides of my boxers due to Tay's rapid hand movements.

As the gieser settled back down, Tay whispered into my ear. "I want to borrow those boxers off you as soon as we get chance,"

Just then, the strained thrumming sound of the engine that had been bombarding our ears for the last couple of hours started to change pitch. Actually looking out of the fromt window (as opposed to indifferently staring through it) I saw the blue countdown markers indicating there was a slip-road coming up. Just minutes later, we were negotiating the winding, steep roads of the Lake District, the scenery becoming proportionately more impressive with huge, sweeping curves everywhere, the only falt bits being the narrow paths in the river valleys.

The increased engine noise combined with the rough lateral movements of the vehicle as Gillie threw it into the corners woke the other three occupants, Jamie and Triv looking a little self-conscious as spider stretched and looked over at them. They in turn looked round and saw Tay and myself in a far more suggestive position, which made them feel as if they were off the hook a bit.

All too soon, Gillie slammed on the brakes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please ensure that all hand baggage is stowed and your seat backs and tray tables are in their locked and upright position." Grinned Jamis

Gillie leapt out of the front, opened the door and chucked us out onto the side of the road. "See you in a couple of days," he grinned as he leapt back into the Transit, leaving us in a large cloud of blue smoke.

"So where are we?" asked Tay.

"Pass!"

"No problem," said triv, pulling out a compass and surveying the surroundings. "We've got to be somewhere around here," he said, tracing a vague, kilometer-diameter circle with his finger. "There's a hill overthere with a depression on the side, and that old farmhouse looks like it could be this one here..."

This bit always sounded like one of those dodgy text based RPGs that I used to play on my Acorn Electron when I was about nine...

I took out my copy of the map and walked over to the petrol station on the opposite side of the road. I grabbed a couple of packets of skittles and paid at the counter. "Where exactly are we, by the way?" I asked, plonking the map on the counter much to the amusement of the attendant.

"Right here," she said, pointing at a little building on the side of a road about 5 kilometers away from where Triv thought we were. Judging by the bemused look on her face, we weren't the only fools to me dumped outside her pertol station. I was just about to thank her when Tay poked his head round the door.

"Dean - we're leaving!"

"Just coming, Tay... Thanks"

"Hey, isn't that..."

"Yep... See ya!" And with that I jogged after my love interest back to the others.

"We are here," announced Triv, obviously pleased pleased with himself that he'd been the only one capable of deducing our position using just the map, a compass and his eyes. "I reckon that if we head over that way," he said, motioning in the general direction of what could only be described as a fuck-off hill, "we should reach this footpath here in a mile or so."

"No we won't."

"And just how do you come to that conclusion, loverboy?"

"ME loverboy? You seemed to be giving quite a good challenge for that title in the Transit!"

Triv smiled at Jamie. "I have absolutely no idea what you could possibly be implying, and anyway how d'you mean 'No we won't'? See for yourself - the footpath's just over that hill!"

"You're quite right, Triv,"

"HA! Told you. You're such a div sometimes, Lidster..."

"It would be just over that hill, providing that that hill IS that hill."

Tay Jamie and Spider looked as if they'd given up trying to understand at 'would'.

"How d'you mean?"

"That hill," I said, waving at the few million tonnes of granite behind us "is actually THAT hill," indicating a much denser set of contours situated just behind the little white square of the petrol station. "All you'll find up there is an OS triangulation point and a rather nice view of THIS valley!"

"And how, prey, did you deduce that wonderful pearl of wisdom?"

"I asked the woman in the petrol station."

"Oh," replied Triv, obviously deeply dejected and hurt due to his mistake.

"Don't matter, Triv - we got a shorter walk, now!" grinned Spider, ever the optimist.

"Lead on, MacDuff," said Jamie, grabbing Triv by the shoulders and shaking him from side to side.

We did a final check to make sure that all our kit was securely tied and strapped to our rucksacks, did the customary strap adjustments on each other, then set off on our ten mile walk to our first camp site.


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