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“Easy does it, don’t choke, you can have some more later.’

“Where are we?’ I asked, vaguely remembering what seemed like hours of
rumbling travel.

“Italy,’ Pete answered. “I drove all night and most of today in case
anybody decided to pick us up for bashing that customs man in Germany. They
won’t bother us now we’re out of the country, though. Those men at that
customs post are real bastards — I used to have a lot of trouble there
until I made … friends with one of them.’

He paused, looking sideways at me, obviously wondering if he should
explain, but decided against it. In any case I was still too dazed to sense
his hesitation.

“I’ve made some tea. Do you want a cup?’

“Yes, please. Boiling water from the engine?’

“No, you twerp, I always bring a spirit stove and things like tea with me.
They make disgusting tea over here.’ He grimaced.

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It was almost dark. I was lying on my back on a comfortable bed. Somebody
was bathing the side of my head with cold water, which felt really good. My
mouth was dry, and I seemed feverishly hot. Even in my muzzy state, I was
confused about a picture of Robert Redford which seemed to be floating a few
inches above my face. There were other pictures, too, but it was too dark to
see them, or perhaps my eyes wouldn’t focus properly.

Pete’s voice beside me broke in gently, “Thank God you’re all right. I
didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t try to get a doctor because they’d have
asked awkward questions.’

He moved sideways, and I realised that I was on the bed in the back of the
lorry cab. I felt a good deal better, and said so. Pete lifted my head and
gave me a swig of water from a bottle. I swallowed eagerly.

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Pain and sudden shouting dragged me back to awareness. The blurred images
resolved themselves into Pete struggling with the guard, who was naked from
the waist down. Pete was much lighter, but evidently had the advantage of
surprise, because he suddenly pushed the man off balance across the room.
The guard tripped on the edge of the carpet and fell heavily, cracking his
head on the wash basin.

“He’s out for a bit!’ Pete exclaimed, “Come on, for Christ’s sake get
dressed before somebody comes to find out what all the noise is about.’ He
threw me my clothes, and I put them on as best I could. He half-dragged,
half-carried me out to the lorry and heaved me up into the cab. As he got in
he glanced anxiously at the side of my head where the gun had struck me, but
it couldn’t have looked too bad, because he started up and drove quickly
across the border. I was still seeing stars, and felt rather sick. I began
to thank him for coming to help me, but suddenly keeled over on to the
steering wheel. That was the last thing I noticed for a long time.

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Driving on the right was absolutely terrifying for me as passenger. I
seemed far too close to the vehicles on the other side of the road, and when
we overtook a slower lorry, the oncoming traffic hurtled straight for me.
Pete was a good driver, though, and took no unnecessary risks. After a while
I relaxed and started to notice the strange Flemish town names. My efforts
at pronouncing them made Pete smile, and when I overheard two locals
conversing in a shout outside a bar, my mimicry of them was so accurate that
he nearly drove off the road, laughing so much.

“Come on, pack it in,’ he grinned at me, “you’ll have no voice left if you
go on like that!’ Then, more thoughtfully, he added, “Perhaps this trip
could be fun, after all.’

The Belgian port loomed up, gantries black and menacing in the fog. I went
back to the lorry. Pete got in, looking rather pleased with himself.

“Were you having trouble with that sailor?’ I asked him. He shot a
surprised look at me, then smiled.

“No, I often meet him on this trip. He doesn’t have much to do while we’re
out at sea.’ He hesitated, then stretched out across the steering wheel, his
chin on his hands, and stared at me. “There’s a lot you don’t know about,
isn’t there?’

This enigmatic question caught me off guard. What did he mean? I knew that
I wasn’t an experienced traveller like him, but it was a peculiar remark,
all the same. It certainly did nothing to put me at ease, only made me feel
more out of place. No appropriate answer came to mind, so I just kept quiet,
watching the cargo doors of the boat opening.

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The tea and hot sun sent me drifting off into a deep sleep. When I woke up
we were at the docks. Pete was nowhere to be seen. After a while he came
back and muttered something about “seeing to the paperwork’. We drove into
the bowels of the boat, one of the last lorries in, and the boat sailed
almost immediately.

Pete disappeared again, so I had some breakfast and began to wake up a
bit. I went to the upper deck for some fresh air, watching the English
coastline slip away into the mist. Suddenly I caught sight of Pete,
apparently having an argument with a young sailor. I didn’t want to get
involved, and I thought Pete could probably take care of himself. As it
happened, the argument soon came to an end, and the sailor smiled and waved
to Pete as he set off down the steps.

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Jack was a legend at the depot. He had worked there longer than anyone
could remember, becoming dirtier and dirtier each year, rarely sober, and
with a vicious temper. Most of the lads were terrified of him.

“Don’t get me wrong,’ Pete continued thoughtfully, “Jack’s all right when
you get to know him. He’s had a difficult life. But I certainly wouldn’t
want him on a trip like this. Have you been to Italy before?’

“No, I’ve never been abroad,’ I answered, “I’m looking forward to it.’

“A factory in Italy is just the same as one in England, but it’s good to
be out here away from the cities. Get my jumper for me, Tony, it’s in the
back.’

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Neither of us spoke for a while. Few people were about at this time of the
morning, just an occasional stray dog returning from a night’s foraging in
the city’s dustbins. The road unrolled itself before us, lined with
warehouses and factories, many now derelict. As we crossed the canal and
turned right into the road leading out to the motorway he seemed to relax,
settled down further in his seat, and ran his hand through his short fair
hair.

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His tattoos swirled from the sleeves of his white teeshirt down his brown
muscular arms. He looked tired and drawn as he leaned against the wall,
listening to the foreman describing the next job. I knew he was an experienced and reliable
driver. I had never been on a trip with him — he usually worked alone –
and it wasn’t going to be easy, judging by the surly way in which he had
greeted the announcement that from now on he was to have an assistant.

Without speaking Pete nodded curtly to the foreman and swung himself up
into the cab. I walked round the front of the huge gleaming lorry and
climbed into the passenger seat. The lights around the yard glinted in oily
puddles, but the sun was beginning to break through the early morning mist.
He pressed the starter; the engine roared into life, and the lorry slowly
moved out of the yard into the dreary length of Commercial Road.

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“Ok boys, time for bed” said the S.M. finally.
All the boys were tired out and so they made no complaints. For the
first time in two weeks, though, they all slept alone in their own tent;
except for Steve and Will who were going to miss being together terribly
and couldn’t bear to waste this last opportunity to sleep together; and the
Scout Master, who wanted one more chance to chew Ricky’s delicious meat
(and Ricky was happy to turn himself over to so gentle and satisfying a man
as the Scout Master); and Luiz and JR, who had decided the last few days they
wanted to get to know each other a little better, and anyway, JR had something
very important to tell Luiz.

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When
Rick was through, Will quickly pulled him away and rammed his own cock into
the Scout Master’s face. (The Scout Master could tell it was Will because of
the beautiful red bush gleaming just inches from his eyes.) The Scout Master
gobbled Will up just as eagerly as he had Ricky. JR, the first to cum, was by
now feeling a little left out of the action. He looked around to see how he
could make himself useful. Luiz was still working on the Scout Master’s
dick, so JR moved around to give Luiz a little relief. Up to now Luiz had
been trying to jerk himself off while keeping the Scout Master cumming. JR
shoved his face into Luiz’s sweating crotch, chewed his balls, then took the
shaft deep in his mouth. (JR prefered Luiz’s cream to Ricky’s, perhaps because
it was more exotic, but he hadn’t yet confided this to Luiz.) Luiz must
have been close to satisfying himself because JR felt the delicious, warm
liquid flood his mouth on the first suck. He reached around and plunged his
finger into Luiz’s hole and was rewarded with a tidal wave of thick semen.
Luiz eagerly forced the Scout Master’s cum slick dick as far back in his
throat as he could when he felt his own balls shoot their stuff. Even before
he was done though, bodies were collapsing all around, empty and exhausted.
After Luiz finished JR wanted to continue to chew on his flacid cock. Luiz
had to pry him away. He and JR collapsed on top of each other. A quick
inspection revealed that everyone’s cock was totally soft, even the Scout
Master’s and JR’s.
After a few minutes more of slopping around in the mess they’d generated
there was a general exodus to the lake to wash and take a moonlight swim. It
was getting late though and they had a four mile hike out to the van in the
morning.

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pushed his taut little cock into the S.M’s face. The Scout Master gobbled it
up, shiny little balls and all. Ricky knew the Scout Master liked to have his
face fucked hard so he started bucking in and out, his smooth, red butt
bumping up and down on the Scout Master’s chest as he rammed himself in and
out, tip to balls. Steve and Will contented themselves by sliding around all
over the rest of the group. They watched anxiously though so as to immediately
take the place of the first boy who lost his load. They soon heard the
unmistakable rhythmic grunts and whispered obscenities as JR shot his stuff
deep into the Scout Master’s ass. “Fuck it! fuck it off! shiiit, fuck the
bastard!”, JR was hissing with each wad he ejaculated, his arms and legs
flailing in rhythm. (JR was the most entertaining to watch while having an
orgasm they had voted last Thursday.) As soon as JR’s cock slid out, Steve was
there ready to take his place. Jiz was already leaking in anticipation from
his throbbing prick. Jiz was oozing as well from the Scout Master’s cum soaked
crack. Steve eagerly thrust himself in and started pumping. Next to reach
orgasm was the Scout Master who couldn’t take much of Luiz’s technique.
(Saturday Luiz had won the badge for giving the best blow job, though Will
had come a very close second.) Since the Scout Master hadn’t had an orgasm in
several hours he shot huge thick wads down Luiz’s throat. Luiz almost
choked on it but eagerly swallowed as much as he could, squeezing out more and
more with his hand. In the meantime Ricky had timed himself perfectly as
usual. (Monday it was determined he had the best control over his erections
and orgasms and could use them to best advantage with his partner (or
partners.)) When he felt the Scout Master sucking on him for all he was worth
and turned his head and saw the muscles in the S.M.’s body hard and straining,
he let himself go. The sweet, concentrated, pearly white jiz his sixteen year
old balls produced squirted into the Scout Master’s throat. He let himself
escape the Scout Master’s mouth for one shot so he could smear some of it
around on the S.M.’s face, but he plunged his dick back in to finish off.