What Happens on the Apennines...

Author's note: Skip to the asterisks for the story.

Hello, everyone. This is my first story on here so I appreciate any feedback anyone might have! That being said I wanted to quickly take a second to address a couple of things regarding the story.

First of all, I'm not a native English speaker. I'm from Italy, so if any of the writing seems off or strange, that's probably why.

Secondly, again because I'm Italian, I wrote this story from the perspective of an Italian student enrolled in the fifth year of "scuola secondaria di secondo grado", which in Italy is still "scuola superiore" (high school, and not college or university), However, though still in high school, the students of the 4th/5th year are already over the age of 18. I would like point this out just to clarify that I'm writing and adapting the story in English in hope that it reaches more people, but the story is still set in Italy.

Thank you kindly for the checking the story out!

All characters involved are over the age of 18 years old.

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School trips always get everyone pretty riled up.

Not so much because of the destination or the activities. The idea alone of spending hours on a bus with your mates and getting to share a room to hang out in is more than enough to get teenagers reeled in.

That and possibly missing on a couple of school days.

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The class had been talking about nothing but the trip for days, and the hype had gotten to me as well, which is why it was no surprise that the night before we left I barely got any sleep.

Still, I managed to get up at 7:00 a. m. bright and early, excited to get all ready to go. As soon as I finished stuffing my backpack with the last bits and pieces, I said goodbye to my family and headed for the door.

The meetup spot was just five-minute walk away, and when I got there most of my friends were already there. I caught up with my best mates Andrew and Thomas right away and got on the bus.

As far as wintertime trips go, I gotta say I was more than satisfied to be spending the next few days on the Apennines. Not only was it my favorite time of the year, I also just always loved the mountain air and landscape.

I spent most of the bus ride sharing a pair of earplugs with Andrew and listening to some of his favorite music, as I was sitting next to him. It was a pretty uneventful journey, although my classmates in the back of the bus still somehow managed to make a hell of it with stupid games and chants. You know the type of lads, always making a fuss for no reason. I never really clicked with those guys, so I was more than glad to be chilling with Andrew. At least the view was pretty awesome.

We got off the bus just a bit after noon. It had been quite the long ride to get there and the whole class was thrilled go get settled in. We would be staying at this neat cabin-like place on so called "Cuckoo's Peak". The inside was really cozy and barely looked like a hotel or the likes. And rightfully so, since it wasn't a hotel at all. It was more like a hostel, emphasis on the extra "s".

Girls and guys separately (obviously), we would be sharing each their own dormitory. The boys' dormitory was on the second floor of the building, with its private bathroom area, just like the girls had their own accommodations, only on the first floor.

It wasn't that our dorm was tiny, but the way the beds were arranged made it pretty clear that it would get crowded very easily in there. The room was packed tight with four rows of bunk beds: four bunks per row, sixteen beds in total.

But it was fifteen of us. And when the realization came that just one of us would have to sleep alone, and not share the bunk bed with anyone, the bed-picking war began. The whole group started quickly pairing up, nobody wanting to be left out.

Of course, the victim ended up being David, the quiet, loner guy that often got bullied by the same buffoons that were fucking around back in the bus. I felt sorry for him, but I didn't wanna end up in that position myself, so I hastily paired up with Andrew.

That was not the only challenge, however. Before picking the beds, some of the guys also noticed that there was a draft coming through the window in the back, right corner of the room, as it wouldn't fully close. So everybody obviously picked the furthest away bunk they could, not wanting to risk freezing to death overnight. Even David managed to get a bed that was safe.

Sadly, Andrew and I were faster than just one other pair, so we got the second worst spot in the room: the middle-right bunk bed in the back. Still, I was glad we hadn't gotten the one straight in front of the window. I was even more glad to find out that two of the buffoons got it. Karma's a bitch.

Bed-picking shenanigans aside, everybody was pretty excited that we would get to hang out as a group. I figured it could turn out to be fun myself.

After just enough time to get situated, the teachers urged us to get a move on as we were late on the schedule. Still at the cabin, we had lunch in the mess hall area, then swiftly got back on the bus to get going with the activities for the day.

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We got back at the hostel at about at 8:00 p. m. and it was pitch dark outside. We were all both famished and exhausted

After eating dinner, us boys went to our floor and started getting ready for bed. The bathrooms were pretty big, with multiple stalls and showers. Still it was a lot of us, which meant someone had to go last and, as it was the case, I didn't mind being that person. I hate showering in a hurry, definitely prefer to take my time if possible.

Waiting for my turn, I threw myself on the bottom bunk of the bed I was sharing with Andrew, as he won the top one fair and square to rock paper scissors. At this point I was browsing through some social medias on my phone, just killing time, when I stumbled upon some video.

It seemed pretty normal. You could see just a bunch of guys chilling on a couple of sofas. One of them stood up and started to walk away. Suddenly, another guy got up, approached him from behind, and pushed him back onto the sofa. Then he yanked down the other's shorts out and started making out with his butt. It was a short clip, but fucking hot. I'm really into man ass, what can I say. I got fixated on it for just a little too long, before I realized my phone screen must have been within peripheral vision of whoever would be lying in the either of the beds next to me.

I frantically closed the app and cursed myself for getting straight up unequivocally gay porn videos on my feed. Jesus Christ, algorithm, really? My bad for liking one shirtless hot guy pic too many, I guess.

I quickly glanced towards the beds next to me, which were thankfully both empty. Most people were busy showering and so on, after all. Then I looked up to the top bunk bed on my left, the one next to the broken window. Vince was lying there.

One of the biggest troglodytes in our class, Vince actually used to be a childhood friend of mine. We hadn't been friends for years anymore, but somehow we always ended up in the same class. I swear he was just glancing away from me as soon as I turned to him, but then again he might have not been looking. Either way he didn't say anything.

I had exclusively been interested in men for as long as I could remember, and as much as I was well aware of it, one thing was make peace with it, but a whole another one was others finding out about it. Worst of all, my idiot classmate.

Still, I was puzzled on whether or not he actually saw anything. If he had, surely he'd have said something to try and make my life hell.

I resolved that there was no way he did. It was the only possible explanation, I thought, even though I wasn't entirely sure of it.

Shortly after, I noticed that finally almost everyone else was already in bed, so I headed for the communal bathrooms. After the long day out immediately stepped into the shower and closed the curtain behind me.

I always thoroughly enjoyed a nice and hot shower. Under the running water, I started thinking about that video again. About how sexy that guy's ass looked, bent over like that. And about how hot it was that the other dude just stood up and got what he wanted, pulling his shorts down and burying his face in his ass before he could even protest.

I leaned on one of the shower walls, still under the stream of hot water, closing my eyes. I took my growing erection in my hand and begin playing with it, with no haste whatsoever. I started gently stroking it, slowly but firmly.

Only to be completely brought out of it when the water suddenly turned cold. I immediately jumped out of the way, inconvenienced by the unpleasant shift in temperature. Way to ruin the moment.

I finished washing myself as soon as I could under the freezing cold water, then I made my way out the shower and rushed to wrap myself up in a towel.

After I was all dried up and ready for bed, I quietly tiptoed back into the dormitory as I noticed the big light had already been shut off. There was some light emanating from a couple of people still on their phone, but it seemed like the long day had ended up having the best on everyone else.

I crept into my bed and ducked my head under the covers, hoping to catch some sleep.

I had almost dozed off, when I remembered I forgot to set an alarm, so I removed the stacked blankets from my face. It was completely dark now, and everyone was sleeping soundly. I set the alarm and lied back down, but my mind quickly traced back to that moment with Vince.

I glanced towards his bed and it was then I noticed there was still light up there. I probably wouldn't even have noticed, had I not purposely looked in his direction. After all he was well hidden, up there in the corner. Which, in hindsight, is why he felt in the liberty of doing what he was doing, I suppose.

I had to adjust my position to get a better look, so I sit up and peeked my head a little further. I couldn't see much of his body from down there, but I could see his phone, as he was holding it up above him with his left hand. I realized that the main source of the light I had seen was not the display of his phone, but the actual camera flash, that he was pointing towards himself.

He held the position for a few seconds, then turned the phone back around and opened the photo app. When he zoomed in it was clear as day: he was taking pictures of himself. And not just any pictures, he had his hard dick out and everything. He then started examining the pictures quite thoroughly, so I had multiple chances to see what was going on up there.

The collar of his short-sleeved shirt was tucked behind his neck, so his arms, chest and belly were all out for the camera. Guess he didn't mind the cold huh? I had noticed he bulked up over the years, but he looked surprisingly good. The biceps and pecs looked very beefy. The gut looked solid, though not defined, and his waist quite thick. His pants and underwear were tugged down around his knees, which allowed me to get a good look at his firm, hairy, upper legs. On the other hand, I noticed the rest of his body was mostly well trimmed, except for the chest area. He really looked quite good.

Then there was the actual subject of this amateur photoshoot. The hand that wasn't busy taking pictures, had been just as occupied holding his rock hard dick. I could see, when he switched from picture to picture, that he must have been stroking it, given the different position of the hand. And if that wasn't clue enough, his exposed wet tip was definitely a giveaway.

As not too much of a dick-guy myself, I had to admit that his was a very pretty one. It looked longer than average, though not by much. The shaft gradually got wider towards the tip. He was undeniably thick.

At this point I was tenting myself, still unsatisfied from that unfortunately cut short moment in the shower.

In the meantime, Vince kept taking more and more pics, inspecting each one afterwards. At any chance I had, I didn't dare to look away, mesmerized at how hot he looked like that.

I couldn't help but wonder who the picture could have been for. A girlfriend? Not that I knew of. Himself? Possibly.

Then he abruptly turned the light off. I hastily composed myself and laid down again, pretending to be asleep. I figured he must have had enough and that he'd finally go to sleep. But instead, after a few seconds, I heard him quietly climb out of bed and make his way down the bunk ladder.

I hesitated to open my eyes for way longer than necessary, just to be sure, and when I did I could not see him anywhere in the room. He had most likely gone to finish himself off in the bathroom.

As surprised as I was of what had just happened, I couldn't help but think of how hot it had felt. I kept thinking of his body and his dick in his hand. At how unbelievably sexy he looked like that.

My own erection was bursting through my pants. Careless of how bad it could have ended had somebody caught me, I freed my cock and started desperately stroking myself. Unable to hold it any longer, I finally climaxed, trying my best not to make an absolute mess.

Relieved at once, I cleaned myself with the towel that was thankfully just in my arm's reach, then dressed back up and got into bed.

After what felt like forever, I drifted off to sleep.

The following morning, I woke up to my alarm blasting in my ears and quickly sat up to turn it off. Almost as if he'd already been awake, Vince jumped off his bed and landed on his feet, not bothering to use the ladder.

He stood in front of me for a second, stretching his back and arms. Hair messy from the bed, beard and mustache well trimmed, as always. I looked him in the eyes.

"Good morning!" he beamed, nonchalantly.

He then slowly walked away and out of the room. The others also started getting out of bed and on their feet.

I let myself fell back onto the bed, hands on my head. I wondered if maybe I just had a very kinky imagination or my first ever lucid dream.

My theories were soon to be debunked, however, as my phone buzzed. I picked it up and looked at the one notification from Vince. I immediately clicked on it and opened our chat, empty until now.

He'd sent a one-shot photo. You know, the self destructing ones that you can view only once? Yeah, one of those.

I looked around this time, and made sure that no one was watching. Learned my lesson this time.

As soon as the coast was clear I opened the photo. Just as I thought, it was one of the pictures he took last night, and a damn good one too. Finally able to see up close, I noticed he had a huge grin on his face. Fucker knew what he was doing.

I glanced at the caption.

"Enjoyed the show?"