My name is Joe and I am 19 years old and in the last year of high school studying hard as I really wanted to go to university. I worked hard at school and was achieving the grades that I needed. One of the subjects I was studying was Geography. As part of the course, we had to go on a field trip for 1 week and would be staying in a youth hostel in small dorms for the week.
Our group would be the only ones staying there. I was a little apprehensive but excited at the same time as this would be the first trip I had been on without my parents, even if it was just a school trip.
I got on quite well with most of the other guys in the class and our teacher, Mr Robertson was a nice teacher, early 30's and not the stereotypical boring Geography teacher. There were also 3 other teachers/adults who were on the trip to ensure our safety and make sure we behave, including the sports teacher, Mr Marshall who was a bit like an army sergeant and who we all referred to as 'Sarge'.
We were to arrive at school at 9am on Sunday morning with a departure time of 9:30am. We were travelling on Sunday so that we could settle in to our hostel and have some free time before we started our field studies on Monday. We all duly arrived and our bags were loaded onto the 2 minibuses that were to transport us to the hostel. The journey was around 200 miles so would take a fair few hours.
We all clambered in the minibuses and the drivers set off. I was sat next to the window and Lee was sat with me. Lee and I were good friends, although the other guys he hung out with, Mark, Jason and Sam were not really friends of mine, although we had all hung out a few times together at Lee's parents place.
We settled into the journey and the boisterous loudness of young adult men quietened down after an hour or so. I was enjoying the scenery out of the window and also the closeness of sitting next to Lee. As the minibus bumped along the road, it had the effect of making us rub up against each other, only our bare legs (it being a warm day we were in shorts) or arms but it made me feel good.
Lee and I had been friends since our early school days and he sort of looked out for me as we grew up as I was smaller than him and occasionally got teased or pushed about by some of the bigger lads at school. I am quite lean, 5 ft 10 and weighing in at around 150 pounds and look quite young, whereas Lee, 18, had hit puberty quite early and was a strapping young man at around 6ft 2 and 180 pounds. He had short dark hair and a well maintained neat beard. This was something I was a bit jealous of as my facial hair was still a bit wispy and I only needed to shave every 4 or 5 days.
We used to go to the beach together in the summer and I noticed how his body had developed over the years, getting quite muscular and how he now had a small patch of chest hair, thick bushy armpits and a line of hair from his chest down to his belly button and into his crotch. He packed his swimwear well too (another thing to be jealous of). He turned heads with his muscular frame and good looks and had his fair share of luck with the girls, whereas I was still a virgin.
I didn't think of myself as gay but I had a bit of a man crush on Lee and occasionally fantasised about him when I wanked, imagining touching his body and playing with what I guessed was a large cock.
We arrived at the hostel and were assigned our dorms. I was to share with Lee, and also had his mates Mark, Jason and Sam. I was a bit nervous at this, as they could be quite the alpha males at times as they worked out a lot, played sports and had fit muscular bodies, but I thought I had Lee in the room to keep me safe.
The dorm consisted of 5 single beds, 3 on one side of the room, 2 on the other side with a small night stand next to each bed, with an ensuite of toilet and wash basin. The showers were along the hall. We each took a bed, well they took theirs and I was left with the one that they hadn't claimed. I was on the end bed in the line of 3 with Lee next to me, then Sam and Jason and Mark on the other side.
The room was quite small and the beds were close. I hope no one snores to loudly I thought. At 5:30 we went down to the dining hall and had our evening meal and then we had to clear the tables and help with the washing up. We were then allowed some free time on the 1st night to relax or have a look around the grounds. The hostel was set in the woods near a river and quite isolated, the nearest other building was about half a mile away.
It was a warm evening and some of the lads got a soccer ball and proceeded to have a kick around. I wasn't much good at soccer so had a little wander around before sitting on the grass watching the lads play. It was a warm evening and the lads soon removed their T-shirts as were getting hot and sweaty, their bodies glistening in sweat.
I seemed to become engrossed in watching the lads play, and ogled their semi naked muscular physiques. I noticed that my cock was beginning to stiffen again and I was a little conscious of this. I must have been in a trance as the next thing I knew someone shouted
"look out"
And the soccer ball whizzed past my barely missing my head.
"Sorry man" I heard Sam say as he jogged past to collect the ball, and then said "we'll get you next time" with a cheeky devilish grin.
I just smiled and said
"well I will just have to pay more attention to you all in future."
He returned to the game and said a few things to the others that I couldn't hear. Around 8:30pm it was starting to get dark and the Sarge came out and told us we should be heading in. We could get a hot drink from the kitchen and take it up to our rooms. Lights out was to be at 11pm.
I was the first one back to the dorm and thought about getting into bed before the others got back. I was a bit apprehensive of undressing in front of them, but also of seeing them getting undressed in front of me. I heard footsteps and loud voices and the door swung open and they all piled in, still sweaty from their soccer game.
They clambered onto their beds kicking their sneakers off in the process. The dorm room suddenly smelt like a locker room, musky and sweaty and the smell of feet. Jason took his sweaty socks off and gave them a quick sniff before throwing them at Mark.
"Urggh, they stink" said Mark.
"Ha ha ha" laughed Jason and said "that's how a real mans' feet smell."
There then began a bit of a game of throwing Jason's socks at each other. Luckily I wasn't included in this game, but they all seemed to be having great fun throwing a rolled up pair of smelly socks around the room.
They had all discarded their t shirts at this stage revealing their muscular torsos and sweaty hairy armpits. I found without realising that I was watching them throwing the socks around more intensely, seeing how their abs tensed showing their 6 packs and toned arms as they threw, plus the bushy under arm pits.
Suddenly a sock came flying my way and hit me in the face which resulted in hoots of laughter from all the lads. As the sock hit me, it made me take a deep intake of breath and the smell hit my nose. I threw it back at Jason. He caught the sock and looked directly at me saying
