I slumped down in the last seat of the charter bus, just beginning to stop shivering under my blanket. We were about three hours into our twelve-hour drive, and the heat on the bus wasn't working. I had gotten stuck with the seat furthest back because I had arrived at the last minute, having been delayed in getting away from my part-time job at a local restaurant.
It was mid-March, and we were on our senior class trip to Disneyworld. About two-thirds of our graduating class of 110 had signed up for the fun, and we had another twenty or so adults along to serve as chaperones. While Disneyworld may not seem like the greatest class trip in the world, I was really looking forward to it. I had never even traveled out of the state, so this was an adventure for me.
We were in the middle of what we hoped was the last cold snap before the warm weather of spring hit, although the forecast for down in Florida was promising some higher temperatures. We had just passed a bank that was flashing a temperature of 42 degrees, and we could definitely feel it in the drafty bus. Fortunately, when the bus driver had warned us of the faulty heater, the assistant principal who was chaperoning had been able to unlock the school and grab a supply of blankets for everyone to use.
Ordinarily, on the school bus, I had always liked the back seat, but on a charter bus it was right next to the bathroom. True, easy access when you needed to go, but the odor was not the most pleasant to be subjected to for twelve hours.
We had met at nine at night at the school, figuring that we could sleep on the bus but arrive at Disneyworld in the early morning to get a full day's use of our passes. It was just after midnight, and most of the adults had drifted off to sleep and the rest of us were starting to quiet down and settle in ourselves.
I glanced up to see Tommy heading back my way. Tommy and I had been good friends when we were younger, playing on the same little league and rec soccer teams for several years, but we had drifted apart in high school as sometimes happens, even to the closest of friends.
I assumed he was just going to the bathroom, so I merely snuggled a little deeper under my blanket and turned to gaze out the window. I felt Tommy flop down beside me seconds later.
"Yo, Blake, what's up? I was hoping you were awake."
"Yeah, why's that?"
"I was hoping to share your blanket with you. My dad has gone to sleep up there, and managed to commandeer the blanket we were both using. I'm freezing!"
No wonder he was cold, dressed as if it were eighty degrees outside, in a thin t-shirt and khaki shorts. At least he wasn't wearing flip-flops.
"You know, we're not in Florida yet. Long sleeves, at least, probably wouldn't be a bad idea."
"Yeah, but you know how I hate to wear too much. Who knew it was gonna be so damn cold on the bus?"
I sat up slightly and held open one side of the blanket so he could scoot under. He slid over and tucked himself in close to me, shivering as he did so.
We sat huddled under the blanket in companionable silence for a couple of minutes, and my eyes drooped as I tried to settle in a comfortable position to sleep. I shivered slightly myself, as opening that blanket had allowed a draft of cold air in before Tommy had closed it off.
"Blake?"
"Yeah?"
"I know how we could warm up a little more."
"How's that?"
In answer, he laid his right hand in my lap and tugged at the top of my zipper.
"Dude, what the hell?," I hissed as quietly as possible, trying not to wake anyone nearby.
"Listen, Blake, I've seen you looking at me a lot lately and I know you've never had a girlfriend. Even though you've never told me, I know you're gay."
He was right, although I had certainly never told anyone, and thought I'd kept my interests pretty well under wraps. I had dated a few girls, but never long enough to matter for much. Being "out" in such a small town was not something I wanted to deal with.
"You may not have noticed, but I've had my eyes on you a lot lately, myself. I've been trying to fight my feelings, but I don't think I want to, anymore." While Tommy was speaking, he had managed to slide my zipper all the way down and reach in to stroke my cock through my boxers.
I didn't know what to say. I'd never done anything sexual with anyone, but just his slight caressing had me so turned on I could hardly stand it. I stifled a gasp as he slid a finger inside the fly of my boxers and ran it along the length of my now-rigid member. But we were on a fully loaded bus, for Christ's sake!
"Dude, what if someone comes back here?!"
"Relax, most everybody's asleep. Besides, we're under the blanket," he said, while managing to extract my cock and balls from their cotton prison. I sucked in a breath as Tommy shifted slightly and switched to his left hand to stroke me.
He started a slow, rhythmic movement up and down my cock, much like my own self-pleasuring technique but oh-so-much better. As he sped up slightly, I saw Billy Palmer, a wide receiver on our football team, headed our way down the aisle.
"Somebody's coming!" I whispered, dreading the thought of getting caught but not wanting him to stop, either.
As Billy got close, Tommy stopped the up-and-down stroking, but maintained a firm grasp on my dick under the blanket. He began to rub his thumb back and forth across the tip of my cock, while gripping tightly with the rest of his fingers and hand. This was a whole new sensational feeling, but I attempted to ignore it and feign drowsiness as Billy approached.
When Billy opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, I let out a breath and gave in to the pleasure.
"Tommy, you're killing me here! We're gonna get caught!"
He slid his thumb back and forth more quickly across my head, then ducked under the blanket to give it a quick lick before resuming his slumped position on the seat.
Jeesus! I almost came right then.
Billy emerged from the bathroom and returned to his seat near the front of the bus. I began to breathe again, and saw Tommy lean forward to check out the occupants of the next seat up across the aisle.
"Fast asleep, " he murmured with satisfaction, and put his head back under the blanket to really get me going. After a couple of flicks of the tongue, he engulfed my entire shaft in his mouth, while gently rolling my balls around in their sac.
Now maybe you experienced sex maniacs could last awhile while this was being done to you, but not this total virgin. I lifted the blanket and told Tommy to watch out, 'cause I was gonna blow!
He bobbed a couple more times, and I erupted with stream after stream. He kept his mouth on my member as I came, and swallowed as much as he could. I could feel some leak out around the corners of his mouth and drip down to my pubes.
Tommy fell asleep soon after our encounter, but I was now wide awake, thinking about my first sexual experience. It was great, and the thought of possibly getting caught had made it even hotter to me. But now what? Was this a one-time thing, something Tommy did with lots of other guys? He certainly seemed experienced enough, and bold as well.
While I was thinking about all this and how it would play out, I realized I had to pee. Tommy had dozed off sort of leaning up against me, and I was going to have a hard time getting up without waking him up. I tried to ease out from under him and step across, but he mumbled and reached for me as I moved.
"Sorry, dude, gotta pee," I said quietly, trying not to rouse anyone else. I felt the cold again as I dropped the blanket back over Tommy.
Finished with my business, I hurried to resume my position snuggled up against Tommy under the blanket. As I closed the bathroom door, I saw that he had moved over to take my position against the wall of the bus. I reached for a corner of the spread to slide under, and saw Tommy's shorts and boxers balled up on the seat between us. I quickly glanced at the occupants of the two seats in front of us, but detected no movement. When I looked back, I could see the hint of a smirk on Tommy's face.
Emboldened, perhaps, by Tommy's forwardness earlier, I peeled back the blanket for as full a view I could get of him in the glow of moonlight and passing streetlights. I saw the goose bumps form on his legs, and he shivered slightly as I pushed the blanket away, but I was mesmerized by the sight.
Tommy was the first naked guy I'd seen besides myself, and he was beautiful, if you can say that about a guy. He was tilted slightly as he leaned against the side of the bus, and his limp dick rested against his left leg just waiting to be touched. I could see the muscles in his thighs as he flexed a little, knowing I was watching, and his bright blue eyes popped open as he watched me watch him. He reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up to reveal a perfect six-pack and two quarter-sized nipples. I suddenly wanted to lick him all over.
He grinned. "Like what you see?"
"You know I do." I took a look again at the two seats in front of us- sleeping like babies.
I plopped down next to him and leaned over to take his entire soft cock in my mouth. I'd never done this before, but it felt so right, as if I'd been doing it forever. I suckled a little, then ran my tongue up and down his now hardening member as I reached up and tweaked his nipple. He moaned, which managed to bring me back towards some semblance of reality, and I quickly slung the blanket over us as if that would prevent anyone from guessing what was going on.
I continued to explore Tommy's body, fondling his ball sac while alternating my other hand between his now-taut nipples, while still maintaining suction on his steel rod. He managed to get a hand into my lap, and massaged me VERY thoroughly while I worked on him. He moved the blanket slightly, and I felt the cool under hit my face.
"Didn't want you to have to come up for air," I heard him whisper, accompanied by a chuckle.
I increased my efforts, my jaw already beginning to ache from the unaccustomed position, but I was extremely unwilling to ease up now. I wanted him to cum as fast as I had, though I knew it was unlikely. I felt his hands on the back of my head, guiding my rhythm, then noticed the tightening of his sac in my hand.
"I'm cumming," he managed, in a strangled whisper, but I couldn't pull off soon enough to avoid the first gush. I wasn't sure I wanted to, anyway. I gagged with the first shot, but managed to swallow most of the rest. It tasted both salty and sweet, not unpleasant at all, and I found myself cleaning his cock as he slowly lost his rigidity. I kept it in my mouth until he was completely soft, then looked up to gauge his reaction to my first performance.
He was grinning from ear to ear. "That was awesome, Blake! I loved how you held my cock in your mouth until it was soft. Nobody's ever done that to me before, and it was great!"
He sat up and reached for his shorts. As much as I wanted him to stay naked, I realized we should be lucky we didn't get caught, and I somewhat reluctantly let him get dressed.
"Listen, Blake, when we get to Florida, I'll get Mr. Baker to let us switch rooms around, and let you room with me and Billy Palmer and his brother, Bobby. I think you're REALLY gonna like them, if you know what I mean," he said, with a mischievous grin.
Holy shit!
I'd love to talk about all the great rides and all the fun we had for our first day at Disneyworld, but I have a hard time remembering much of it. I was so excited to get to the possible nighttime activities that the rest of the day was pretty much a blur. Now that I had experienced my sexual awakening, I couldn't wait to continue that ride.
True to his word, Tommy had managed to get Billy and his brother switched over to our room. He and I had already been set up together, and I didn't bother trying to find out how he had managed the switch- all I cared about was the result.
Tommy and I got to our room first, as Billy and Bobby had gotten tied up checking in. We flipped for first shower, and I won, leaving Tommy kicked back on one of the beds with the remote in his hand.
I'd been showering for about three minutes when the bathroom door burst open and I heard the curtain being ripped back. I was rinsing the soap out of my hair when I was suddenly hoisted over a shoulder and hauled out into the cool air of the bedroom.
"What the hell?" I yelled, squirming wildly, which served only to mash my balls up against whomever's shoulder I was on. Still dripping wet, I was thrust down onto a bed, where hands pinned my arms to the bed and something was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes.
As someone on each side kept my arms and legs pinned tightly to the bed, I suddenly felt a mouth completely cover both my dick and balls, and I abruptly stopped struggling because it felt incredible to be engulfed in that warm mouth, tongue swirling around my quickly growing member.
My balls slipped from his mouth as my cock grew to its full size, but the fantastic blow-job continued as my attacker attempted to completely suck my insides out through the tip of my cock. He bobbed up and down, then I felt something pushing at my ass. With my legs spread as they were, I was unable to stop what I figured out to be a finger from sliding gently into my hole.
I soon discovered I didn't want to stop that finger, or the second one that joined it, because it felt great! The fingers went further, and my prostate was being massaged just as I'd so often read about. Holy fuck, it felt so good!
I moaned, and writhed on the bed, and I could feel my climax building. As my sac tightened, my personal vacuum pulled off and grabbed with his hand, pumping up and down with blinding speed. I shot like a geyser, feeling the cum as it landed on my chest and chin, with a drop on my upper lip. I'd never shot so far before, and I reached out with my tongue to lick that drop off.
"Oh, that's hot!" The voice came from my left, and I felt him lean in and lick my chin, then move up to brush his lips over mine before he leaned back. The two fingers slid from my ass at the same time, and I suddenly missed those digits terribly. Still, I could feel the grin on my face.
I reached up to push the blindfold off my eyes, and saw my three buddies had all moved from their positions around me, so I didn't know which one had been giving the blow job and which ones had been pinning my arms. Bobby and Billy (who are twins, by the way) were standing in the middle of the room grinning at me, while Tommy was rummaging through his duffel bag on the other side of the room. He cried out triumphantly as he held up something in his hand.
I looked across and saw Tommy with a bottle in his grasp, then he waved his other hand in which he was clutching a fistful of condoms. He strode towards me and dumped the rubbers over me, tossing the bottle down off my ribs- I deduced a bottle of lube, and my cock stirred in anticipation. Tommy joined the others in grinning at me.
"Alright, Blake, it's your turn to be in charge. What do you want to do and who do you want to do it to?"
I looked at each one in turn, then addressed them all. "Well, first of all, why am I the only one naked here? Get those clothes off so I can see what I'm working with."
I was somewhat stunned at my own audacity, but the others merely started stripping off clothes. In no time at all, three beautiful specimens of manhood stood before me.
Billy and Bobby were identical in every way but one, and standing naked offered no discernible differences between the two that I could see, either. I knew Billy was on the right, because he wore glasses while Bobby preferred contacts, but the parts I was interested in right then were fantastically similar. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I stared at their heavy, pendulous cocks hanging down, and involuntarily licked my lips.
I glanced towards Tommy, who was built more like me down below, with about two inches jutting out more than hanging down, but I already knew that he grew to quite a respectable size. He spoke as I ogled their bodies.
"So what's it gonna be, Blake? You wanna fuck, or get fucked, maybe a blowjob, or how about a little rimming? The choice is yours!"
"Rimming? I don't even know what that is, but I think I want to get fucked first. If it feels anything like those fingers felt earlier, I think I'm gonna love it!"
I'd always had a thing for guys with glasses, so Billy and I ended up together while Bobby and Tommy took the other bed. Being able to see those two go at it just added to my excitement.
I soon found out what rimming was, as Billy used that method to prepare my ass for his monster tool. Leaving me on my back, he pushed my legs back slightly and attacked my hole with his tongue, a pleasurable stimulation similar to the fingers but better. Billy massaged my cock as his tongue dove in and around my hole, causing me to clutch at the bedsheets to keep from shivering myself off the bed.
From the corner of my eye, I could see that Tommy and Bobby had turned head to foot and were sucking each other with evidently great pleasure, judging from the moans and groans from that side of the room. My attention returned to Billy as he squirted some lube onto his nine inches (I measured later), then wiped some off to slather around my hole. He worked a finger in, then two, as he attempted to prepare me for his rod.
Billy pushed my legs farther back, and I felt the tip of his cock pressing against me. With some effort, he forced the tip in, and it hurt like hell. I thought he was gonna be too thick for this to work, with my virgin ass, but he told me to relax my muscles and get used to the feel of it.
I relaxed, as best I could, and the discomfort soon eased, and I nodded to Billy to continue. He eased further in, increasing the pressure, and it occurred to me that I was lucky that he had undoubtedly done this before. I gazed into his bright green eyes as he pushed some more, then drew back leaving only the head of his cock still in. I let out the breath I'd been holding, and he eased back in.
He continued with his in and out strokes, gradually pushing further and further in until I realized all of him was buried in me. He stopped, and allowed me to get used to the feeling. It still hurt, but also felt so good.
I was momentarily distracted, as I saw my other two friends switching positions, situating themselves in doggy-style with Tommy up behind Bobby and snapping his fingers for the lube. Billy tossed it over.
I looked back to Billy, and he smiled, then continued with slow strokes. I soon found that wasn't enough, and I signalled him to pick up the pace. As his rhythm increased, he began hitting a pleasure spot I didn't know I had, and I could feel my own orgasm building as I writhed on the bed. By this time, Billy was slamming it home, and I screamed at him to fuck me harder, the pain and pleasure intermingling and bringing me to the edge of ecstasy.
I exploded as he hit my prostate one more time, and felt Billy moments later as he began to shoot his load. Tommy hollered, "I'm cumming," and I could see him slamming into Bobby's ass while rapidly stroking Bobby's cock with one hand. Billy had gone rigid, lifting my ass off the bed, as he continued to orgasm. I had a fleeting thought that the rubber might not hold it all.
I'm flying across the country as I reminisce about those days. It's fifteen years later, and I'm headed back to my hometown for a class reunion. We didn't have a tenth-year, for some reason, and I hadn't seen any of those guys for several years. The four of us "played" together that spring and summer, then spread out as often happens after high school.
Billy and Bobby are both married, with three kids each (apparently they remain identical, in all things), and Tommy is divorced after a brief two-year marriage, no children. As for me, I eventually came out to my family, and now live in Arizona with my husband of nine years.
I look forward to seeing those guys again, and my man looks forward to meeting them. I've told him the stories of our experiences together, and he says he's grateful they brought me out of my shell. He says that with a glint in his eye, and I wonder if he wants some more to happen this weekend, to give us additional stories. He's on the adventurous side, and we have an open marriage (though, thus far, neither of us has acted on that), so maybe we will manage something this weekend.
The thought brings a smile to my face and a stir to my groin, and I lean across to see if my man wants to become a member of the "mile-high club." He laughs, and heads toward the rear of the plane.
It was mid-March, and we were on our senior class trip to Disneyworld. About two-thirds of our graduating class of 110 had signed up for the fun, and we had another twenty or so adults along to serve as chaperones. While Disneyworld may not seem like the greatest class trip in the world, I was really looking forward to it. I had never even traveled out of the state, so this was an adventure for me.
We were in the middle of what we hoped was the last cold snap before the warm weather of spring hit, although the forecast for down in Florida was promising some higher temperatures. We had just passed a bank that was flashing a temperature of 42 degrees, and we could definitely feel it in the drafty bus. Fortunately, when the bus driver had warned us of the faulty heater, the assistant principal who was chaperoning had been able to unlock the school and grab a supply of blankets for everyone to use.
Ordinarily, on the school bus, I had always liked the back seat, but on a charter bus it was right next to the bathroom. True, easy access when you needed to go, but the odor was not the most pleasant to be subjected to for twelve hours.
We had met at nine at night at the school, figuring that we could sleep on the bus but arrive at Disneyworld in the early morning to get a full day's use of our passes. It was just after midnight, and most of the adults had drifted off to sleep and the rest of us were starting to quiet down and settle in ourselves.
I glanced up to see Tommy heading back my way. Tommy and I had been good friends when we were younger, playing on the same little league and rec soccer teams for several years, but we had drifted apart in high school as sometimes happens, even to the closest of friends.
I assumed he was just going to the bathroom, so I merely snuggled a little deeper under my blanket and turned to gaze out the window. I felt Tommy flop down beside me seconds later.
"Yo, Blake, what's up? I was hoping you were awake."
"Yeah, why's that?"
"I was hoping to share your blanket with you. My dad has gone to sleep up there, and managed to commandeer the blanket we were both using. I'm freezing!"
No wonder he was cold, dressed as if it were eighty degrees outside, in a thin t-shirt and khaki shorts. At least he wasn't wearing flip-flops.
"You know, we're not in Florida yet. Long sleeves, at least, probably wouldn't be a bad idea."
"Yeah, but you know how I hate to wear too much. Who knew it was gonna be so damn cold on the bus?"
I sat up slightly and held open one side of the blanket so he could scoot under. He slid over and tucked himself in close to me, shivering as he did so.
We sat huddled under the blanket in companionable silence for a couple of minutes, and my eyes drooped as I tried to settle in a comfortable position to sleep. I shivered slightly myself, as opening that blanket had allowed a draft of cold air in before Tommy had closed it off.
"Blake?"
"Yeah?"
"I know how we could warm up a little more."
"How's that?"
In answer, he laid his right hand in my lap and tugged at the top of my zipper.
"Dude, what the hell?," I hissed as quietly as possible, trying not to wake anyone nearby.
"Listen, Blake, I've seen you looking at me a lot lately and I know you've never had a girlfriend. Even though you've never told me, I know you're gay."
He was right, although I had certainly never told anyone, and thought I'd kept my interests pretty well under wraps. I had dated a few girls, but never long enough to matter for much. Being "out" in such a small town was not something I wanted to deal with.
"You may not have noticed, but I've had my eyes on you a lot lately, myself. I've been trying to fight my feelings, but I don't think I want to, anymore." While Tommy was speaking, he had managed to slide my zipper all the way down and reach in to stroke my cock through my boxers.
I didn't know what to say. I'd never done anything sexual with anyone, but just his slight caressing had me so turned on I could hardly stand it. I stifled a gasp as he slid a finger inside the fly of my boxers and ran it along the length of my now-rigid member. But we were on a fully loaded bus, for Christ's sake!
"Dude, what if someone comes back here?!"
"Relax, most everybody's asleep. Besides, we're under the blanket," he said, while managing to extract my cock and balls from their cotton prison. I sucked in a breath as Tommy shifted slightly and switched to his left hand to stroke me.
He started a slow, rhythmic movement up and down my cock, much like my own self-pleasuring technique but oh-so-much better. As he sped up slightly, I saw Billy Palmer, a wide receiver on our football team, headed our way down the aisle.
"Somebody's coming!" I whispered, dreading the thought of getting caught but not wanting him to stop, either.
As Billy got close, Tommy stopped the up-and-down stroking, but maintained a firm grasp on my dick under the blanket. He began to rub his thumb back and forth across the tip of my cock, while gripping tightly with the rest of his fingers and hand. This was a whole new sensational feeling, but I attempted to ignore it and feign drowsiness as Billy approached.
When Billy opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, I let out a breath and gave in to the pleasure.
"Tommy, you're killing me here! We're gonna get caught!"
He slid his thumb back and forth more quickly across my head, then ducked under the blanket to give it a quick lick before resuming his slumped position on the seat.
Jeesus! I almost came right then.
Billy emerged from the bathroom and returned to his seat near the front of the bus. I began to breathe again, and saw Tommy lean forward to check out the occupants of the next seat up across the aisle.
"Fast asleep, " he murmured with satisfaction, and put his head back under the blanket to really get me going. After a couple of flicks of the tongue, he engulfed my entire shaft in his mouth, while gently rolling my balls around in their sac.
Now maybe you experienced sex maniacs could last awhile while this was being done to you, but not this total virgin. I lifted the blanket and told Tommy to watch out, 'cause I was gonna blow!
He bobbed a couple more times, and I erupted with stream after stream. He kept his mouth on my member as I came, and swallowed as much as he could. I could feel some leak out around the corners of his mouth and drip down to my pubes.
Tommy fell asleep soon after our encounter, but I was now wide awake, thinking about my first sexual experience. It was great, and the thought of possibly getting caught had made it even hotter to me. But now what? Was this a one-time thing, something Tommy did with lots of other guys? He certainly seemed experienced enough, and bold as well.
While I was thinking about all this and how it would play out, I realized I had to pee. Tommy had dozed off sort of leaning up against me, and I was going to have a hard time getting up without waking him up. I tried to ease out from under him and step across, but he mumbled and reached for me as I moved.
"Sorry, dude, gotta pee," I said quietly, trying not to rouse anyone else. I felt the cold again as I dropped the blanket back over Tommy.
Finished with my business, I hurried to resume my position snuggled up against Tommy under the blanket. As I closed the bathroom door, I saw that he had moved over to take my position against the wall of the bus. I reached for a corner of the spread to slide under, and saw Tommy's shorts and boxers balled up on the seat between us. I quickly glanced at the occupants of the two seats in front of us, but detected no movement. When I looked back, I could see the hint of a smirk on Tommy's face.
Emboldened, perhaps, by Tommy's forwardness earlier, I peeled back the blanket for as full a view I could get of him in the glow of moonlight and passing streetlights. I saw the goose bumps form on his legs, and he shivered slightly as I pushed the blanket away, but I was mesmerized by the sight.
Tommy was the first naked guy I'd seen besides myself, and he was beautiful, if you can say that about a guy. He was tilted slightly as he leaned against the side of the bus, and his limp dick rested against his left leg just waiting to be touched. I could see the muscles in his thighs as he flexed a little, knowing I was watching, and his bright blue eyes popped open as he watched me watch him. He reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up to reveal a perfect six-pack and two quarter-sized nipples. I suddenly wanted to lick him all over.
He grinned. "Like what you see?"
"You know I do." I took a look again at the two seats in front of us- sleeping like babies.
I plopped down next to him and leaned over to take his entire soft cock in my mouth. I'd never done this before, but it felt so right, as if I'd been doing it forever. I suckled a little, then ran my tongue up and down his now hardening member as I reached up and tweaked his nipple. He moaned, which managed to bring me back towards some semblance of reality, and I quickly slung the blanket over us as if that would prevent anyone from guessing what was going on.
I continued to explore Tommy's body, fondling his ball sac while alternating my other hand between his now-taut nipples, while still maintaining suction on his steel rod. He managed to get a hand into my lap, and massaged me VERY thoroughly while I worked on him. He moved the blanket slightly, and I felt the cool under hit my face.
"Didn't want you to have to come up for air," I heard him whisper, accompanied by a chuckle.
I increased my efforts, my jaw already beginning to ache from the unaccustomed position, but I was extremely unwilling to ease up now. I wanted him to cum as fast as I had, though I knew it was unlikely. I felt his hands on the back of my head, guiding my rhythm, then noticed the tightening of his sac in my hand.
"I'm cumming," he managed, in a strangled whisper, but I couldn't pull off soon enough to avoid the first gush. I wasn't sure I wanted to, anyway. I gagged with the first shot, but managed to swallow most of the rest. It tasted both salty and sweet, not unpleasant at all, and I found myself cleaning his cock as he slowly lost his rigidity. I kept it in my mouth until he was completely soft, then looked up to gauge his reaction to my first performance.
He was grinning from ear to ear. "That was awesome, Blake! I loved how you held my cock in your mouth until it was soft. Nobody's ever done that to me before, and it was great!"
He sat up and reached for his shorts. As much as I wanted him to stay naked, I realized we should be lucky we didn't get caught, and I somewhat reluctantly let him get dressed.
"Listen, Blake, when we get to Florida, I'll get Mr. Baker to let us switch rooms around, and let you room with me and Billy Palmer and his brother, Bobby. I think you're REALLY gonna like them, if you know what I mean," he said, with a mischievous grin.
Holy shit!
I'd love to talk about all the great rides and all the fun we had for our first day at Disneyworld, but I have a hard time remembering much of it. I was so excited to get to the possible nighttime activities that the rest of the day was pretty much a blur. Now that I had experienced my sexual awakening, I couldn't wait to continue that ride.
True to his word, Tommy had managed to get Billy and his brother switched over to our room. He and I had already been set up together, and I didn't bother trying to find out how he had managed the switch- all I cared about was the result.
Tommy and I got to our room first, as Billy and Bobby had gotten tied up checking in. We flipped for first shower, and I won, leaving Tommy kicked back on one of the beds with the remote in his hand.
I'd been showering for about three minutes when the bathroom door burst open and I heard the curtain being ripped back. I was rinsing the soap out of my hair when I was suddenly hoisted over a shoulder and hauled out into the cool air of the bedroom.
"What the hell?" I yelled, squirming wildly, which served only to mash my balls up against whomever's shoulder I was on. Still dripping wet, I was thrust down onto a bed, where hands pinned my arms to the bed and something was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes.
As someone on each side kept my arms and legs pinned tightly to the bed, I suddenly felt a mouth completely cover both my dick and balls, and I abruptly stopped struggling because it felt incredible to be engulfed in that warm mouth, tongue swirling around my quickly growing member.
My balls slipped from his mouth as my cock grew to its full size, but the fantastic blow-job continued as my attacker attempted to completely suck my insides out through the tip of my cock. He bobbed up and down, then I felt something pushing at my ass. With my legs spread as they were, I was unable to stop what I figured out to be a finger from sliding gently into my hole.
I soon discovered I didn't want to stop that finger, or the second one that joined it, because it felt great! The fingers went further, and my prostate was being massaged just as I'd so often read about. Holy fuck, it felt so good!
I moaned, and writhed on the bed, and I could feel my climax building. As my sac tightened, my personal vacuum pulled off and grabbed with his hand, pumping up and down with blinding speed. I shot like a geyser, feeling the cum as it landed on my chest and chin, with a drop on my upper lip. I'd never shot so far before, and I reached out with my tongue to lick that drop off.
"Oh, that's hot!" The voice came from my left, and I felt him lean in and lick my chin, then move up to brush his lips over mine before he leaned back. The two fingers slid from my ass at the same time, and I suddenly missed those digits terribly. Still, I could feel the grin on my face.
I reached up to push the blindfold off my eyes, and saw my three buddies had all moved from their positions around me, so I didn't know which one had been giving the blow job and which ones had been pinning my arms. Bobby and Billy (who are twins, by the way) were standing in the middle of the room grinning at me, while Tommy was rummaging through his duffel bag on the other side of the room. He cried out triumphantly as he held up something in his hand.
I looked across and saw Tommy with a bottle in his grasp, then he waved his other hand in which he was clutching a fistful of condoms. He strode towards me and dumped the rubbers over me, tossing the bottle down off my ribs- I deduced a bottle of lube, and my cock stirred in anticipation. Tommy joined the others in grinning at me.
"Alright, Blake, it's your turn to be in charge. What do you want to do and who do you want to do it to?"
I looked at each one in turn, then addressed them all. "Well, first of all, why am I the only one naked here? Get those clothes off so I can see what I'm working with."
I was somewhat stunned at my own audacity, but the others merely started stripping off clothes. In no time at all, three beautiful specimens of manhood stood before me.
Billy and Bobby were identical in every way but one, and standing naked offered no discernible differences between the two that I could see, either. I knew Billy was on the right, because he wore glasses while Bobby preferred contacts, but the parts I was interested in right then were fantastically similar. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I stared at their heavy, pendulous cocks hanging down, and involuntarily licked my lips.
I glanced towards Tommy, who was built more like me down below, with about two inches jutting out more than hanging down, but I already knew that he grew to quite a respectable size. He spoke as I ogled their bodies.
"So what's it gonna be, Blake? You wanna fuck, or get fucked, maybe a blowjob, or how about a little rimming? The choice is yours!"
"Rimming? I don't even know what that is, but I think I want to get fucked first. If it feels anything like those fingers felt earlier, I think I'm gonna love it!"
I'd always had a thing for guys with glasses, so Billy and I ended up together while Bobby and Tommy took the other bed. Being able to see those two go at it just added to my excitement.
I soon found out what rimming was, as Billy used that method to prepare my ass for his monster tool. Leaving me on my back, he pushed my legs back slightly and attacked my hole with his tongue, a pleasurable stimulation similar to the fingers but better. Billy massaged my cock as his tongue dove in and around my hole, causing me to clutch at the bedsheets to keep from shivering myself off the bed.
From the corner of my eye, I could see that Tommy and Bobby had turned head to foot and were sucking each other with evidently great pleasure, judging from the moans and groans from that side of the room. My attention returned to Billy as he squirted some lube onto his nine inches (I measured later), then wiped some off to slather around my hole. He worked a finger in, then two, as he attempted to prepare me for his rod.
Billy pushed my legs farther back, and I felt the tip of his cock pressing against me. With some effort, he forced the tip in, and it hurt like hell. I thought he was gonna be too thick for this to work, with my virgin ass, but he told me to relax my muscles and get used to the feel of it.
I relaxed, as best I could, and the discomfort soon eased, and I nodded to Billy to continue. He eased further in, increasing the pressure, and it occurred to me that I was lucky that he had undoubtedly done this before. I gazed into his bright green eyes as he pushed some more, then drew back leaving only the head of his cock still in. I let out the breath I'd been holding, and he eased back in.
He continued with his in and out strokes, gradually pushing further and further in until I realized all of him was buried in me. He stopped, and allowed me to get used to the feeling. It still hurt, but also felt so good.
I was momentarily distracted, as I saw my other two friends switching positions, situating themselves in doggy-style with Tommy up behind Bobby and snapping his fingers for the lube. Billy tossed it over.
I looked back to Billy, and he smiled, then continued with slow strokes. I soon found that wasn't enough, and I signalled him to pick up the pace. As his rhythm increased, he began hitting a pleasure spot I didn't know I had, and I could feel my own orgasm building as I writhed on the bed. By this time, Billy was slamming it home, and I screamed at him to fuck me harder, the pain and pleasure intermingling and bringing me to the edge of ecstasy.
I exploded as he hit my prostate one more time, and felt Billy moments later as he began to shoot his load. Tommy hollered, "I'm cumming," and I could see him slamming into Bobby's ass while rapidly stroking Bobby's cock with one hand. Billy had gone rigid, lifting my ass off the bed, as he continued to orgasm. I had a fleeting thought that the rubber might not hold it all.
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I'm flying across the country as I reminisce about those days. It's fifteen years later, and I'm headed back to my hometown for a class reunion. We didn't have a tenth-year, for some reason, and I hadn't seen any of those guys for several years. The four of us "played" together that spring and summer, then spread out as often happens after high school.
Billy and Bobby are both married, with three kids each (apparently they remain identical, in all things), and Tommy is divorced after a brief two-year marriage, no children. As for me, I eventually came out to my family, and now live in Arizona with my husband of nine years.
I look forward to seeing those guys again, and my man looks forward to meeting them. I've told him the stories of our experiences together, and he says he's grateful they brought me out of my shell. He says that with a glint in his eye, and I wonder if he wants some more to happen this weekend, to give us additional stories. He's on the adventurous side, and we have an open marriage (though, thus far, neither of us has acted on that), so maybe we will manage something this weekend.
The thought brings a smile to my face and a stir to my groin, and I lean across to see if my man wants to become a member of the "mile-high club." He laughs, and heads toward the rear of the plane.
