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As the old beat up bus pulled up, we were all mesmerized by the architecture. Rarely do high students look up from our phones, but the Smithsonian Udvar Hazy Center was something out of the movies. Actually it had been in Transformers 2, and had quite a scene with the SR 71 with "questionable motives." All 80 of us we're excited, as who doesn't like airplanes, space craft, and other exciting real artifacts from history? It certainly beat listening to our trigonometry teacher blather on, or smartboard work on Shakespeare's tragedies. In the middle of the bus, I had a hard time keeping my 6'3 frame comfortable, although some of this was tension related.
A few weeks ago my parents were out of town, and my penis got achingly hard, as I looked over at Wilson. He smiled back, which got my juices pumping, because we both knew tonight my house was clear and what was going to happen. Even through the scents of puberty and loud yelling of fellow students and bus noise, I was going to take him again and make him my bitch. We weren't dating, but rather friends with benefits, but there was a good connection. Both of us played lacrosse, and despite his only 5'8 stature that was lean compared to my muscular frame, he was a far better player. Then again we joked, that he played before he walked. It was all in the genes, as his dad was an All American lacrosse player at the University of Michigan. Like his old man, Wilson had electric green eyes and dirty blonde hair. Definitely handsome although demure and slightly introverted, he turned into a maniac come game time. In bed he was a rabid insatiable animal.
A bunch of older men and women greeted us. Our teachers called roll once again. It was as if we were in elementary school again. Yet despite being juniors, we were proffered the kids glove treatment. We had to wear name tags that were color coded orange, blue, or green group. Classmate Jessica said it best, "I feel like this is a bunch of bullshit." She was our high school class president for good reason, as she didn't mince words or play foolishly. I found her slightly taciturn, but to her credit she was kind to all students, and represented our concerns well to our inept administrators. Our principal always looked asleep, although after a meeting with Jessica, it was if he drank a pot of coffee. We all knew she was going to an Ivy League university, and that other lawyers one day, would beg her to "ease off the pedal a bit." Wilson one day made the mistake of calling her out, without knowing the facts, and she put him through a verbal barrage that, was like one of the French's guillotines. Thankfully he did apologize to her, and after considerable time, she accepted it.
Wilson sadly wasn't in my group. He was with the oranges, but I did look at his ass in those tight jeans as he walked away. I knew where I'd be tonight, and again it was if the wind blew by my nudity, as was rock hard once again. At 16 my penis was pretty much a weather vane, and I would easily masturbate 3 times a day. I had too, as my aggressive levels and hormones were brutal if I didn't. Yesterday and this morning I left my 8 inches of fun alone, and when I took a piss, I could see that my balls were weighed down substantially by sperm. Trying to remain focused would be challenging, but thankfully the older man who was our docent, kept us all inspired by his stories and knowledge.
Mr Johnson was in his 70's, but first let us know, that he was a retired F14 Tomcat pilot. Score! He had flown that awesome plane from that old movie "Top Gun." He went over his wartime experience over Iraq in the 1990s, and also his peace keeping missions over Bosnia. Apparently he had thousands of hours experience, and he lamented that "I'd love to go up just one more time." One student asked him a excellent question. "How did you adjust from going Mach 2 to now?" Mr Johnson smiled. He wasn't a big or extraordinary man who would stick out necessarily. Yet his presence was large. "I'd give my kidney up for just 30 minutes in a Raptor." He told us he worked here as a volunteer, to make up for not flying anymore, and that it "kept his marriage together." He was funny, and he did give us vivid descriptions of aircraft carrier landings and take offs. All of us could see and feel the g forces, and hear the afterburners fire up. Going from 0 to 240 mph in seconds must have been exhilarating, and his night missions over Iraq sent goose bumps down my arms. It was great to hear, how the avionics and missile systems worked or didn't sometimes.
One student asked him, "did you ever crash or eject?" "Yes to the second one." While he had some close calls, he didn't crash, but his ejection story was something out of a action movie. Over the Persian gulf his plane engines failed him, and he was unable to get them reignited. Falling at a fast pace, he had a decision to make. A multi million dollar aircraft or his life. He made the right call, although he admitted "the investigation was pure hell and very stressful." His recollection was as if it had just happened, as he described "pivoting the aircraft and pulling on the ejection." It was instantaneous. All of a sudden he was in the sky, and he saw his plane fall ingloriously into the ocean, as his parachute opened. A helicopter from his carrier pulled him out of the water, and he sustained only superficial injuries. The way he told it was like "a day at the office," which put us all in a state of pure admiration. His bravery and dedication to our country was unquestionable.
As we walked the gigantic museum, our eyes and all of our senses were everywhere. The SR 71 was larger than any of us pictured. It went Mach 3.5 and once went across the entire USA in only 49 minutes. Due to its radar deflecting materials, the technicians who fueled it wore gloves to eliminate body heat which could allow the Soviets easier detection. This plane was created by Lockheed "Skunk Works," where it from the 1960s to 1990s flew as high as 100,000 feet. It had cameras that could take high resolution pictures, some of these helped JFK with the Cuban missile crisis. The few pilots left a video of their experiences, and during their flights they wore, what appeared to be space suits. They had been vital for real time reconnaissance, and Mr Johnson stated, "it was retired due to cost and improved satellites . Yet there may be a top secret replacement called Aurora. There are rumors that it might fly in excess of Mach 10."
That made my brain crunch numbers. A quick estimate indicated it could then, if it did exist, that it could go across the USA in just about 10 minutes. Jaw dropping! We saw other exhibits including the Space Shuttle Discovery. Mr Johnson showed us "where NASA removed and studied the heat tiles," for the tragic Columbia flight years ago. The one that really sent our cells going, was the Enola Gay. For those not familiar with the name, you might want to read a bit more. This was the aircraft used to drop the first atomic bomb on Hiroshima. It was a mixture of emotions to this display, and I admired how the sign acknowledges the human suffering. As a history buff, it was well before my time, and I shook thinking of President Truman or the pilot deciding to drop this ultimate weapon of mass destruction. Yet there was a cold snap of reality. Mr Johnson explained, "current missiles are 100 to 200 times the power, of the nuclear weapon dropped upon Japan." This caught everyone unaware, and any of us who said they weren't scared, we're lying on a unprecedented scale.
It was a nice tour, and wasn't aware that astronauts on Apollo 11, had to sit in a decontamination room, upon their arrival back from the moon. Scientists were apparently concerned that Armstrong, Aldrin, and Collins might bring back "unknown germs or particles." That must have been challenging on all levels. These three men had to be in cramped conditions, on a flight where they had an estimated 50/50 chance, only to return to confinement again. Also learned was that President Nixon had a prepared speech, if the astronauts died on the flight, or more likely the moon. This was definitely an incredible field trip, and far more interesting than the national art gallery. Thank you to our science teachers, as they had made this possible.
Our groups had lunch in the museum cafeteria. It wasn't too tasty, but it beat our high school menu. No mystery meat at least. I was at a table with our high school, saw Wilson and smiled at him. He grinned back. Wilson looked to be having fun also. All at our table agreed, that this was the best field trip ever. After our meal, our teachers let us thank the docents. It was so cool to shake hands with a fighter pilot jock. As the buses left this museum, it was a bittersweet experience as back to boring school, but tonight would be far opposite of anything that.
As we finished school, the warmth of September still made itself apparent. That bell was synonymous with freedom. For some students it meant going to a party, or watching tonight's football game at our rival school. To me it represented passion, and I knew that Wilson felt the same. He had texted me he'd be over at 7 pm. My heart beat faster, and my groin factory became instantly awake. I took the bus home, and wished my folks a nice trip. They often went on getaways together. So many of my classmates grew up in dysfunctional houses, or at best a mom and dad, who tolerated each other. My mom and dad were a true example of the foundation of love. They had met at the University of Maryland, and had been inseparable upon meeting. Both were accounting majors, and all of their classmates were correct. "You'll be married." A few years after graduation they were, and my older sister and I were a result of this union.
As my parents Volkswagen drove off, I ate pizza from last night. It was from a local family owned place, and so much better than the delivery ones. After a meal I took my clothes off, and hopped in the shower. Oh yes my testicles were full, and my shaft was hard, as the unit was on standby. Lathering myself up with the Dial, the orange suds were all over me. Obviously I wanted to clean myself up for Wilson, and the hot steam permeated the entire bathroom. Drying off I looked at myself in the mirror naked. My trimmed pubes made my already large penis even more so, and my arms and legs were looking good due to the workouts. My blue tights on, and I put next the white t shirt, and the khaki shorts. Skechers on I combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and kicked back with video games until I heard the knock I so anticipated.
The thud on the wood was obvious, and I opened and closed it within record time. As soon as the frame was secured, and the door lock, his effervescent green eyes were a gravitational force. Kissing gently at first, we held hands, and soon my right one held his face closer to mine. So intimate. Personal. The Greek gods of lightning couldn't corral this electrical passion. Somehow as if by osmosis we were on the couch. The music in the background was there from the stereo, but then it wasn't as everything seemed to stop. Wilson's cologne and natural aroma smelled so good, further heightening my senses as I lost control.
Those soft lips. That fast movement tongue. Goose bumps everywhere, as the sounds and smells, the feelings of adrenaline and raw sexual energy was encapsulated by us. I stroked his blonde hair, as he did that figure 8 thing on the back of my neck with his fingers, that drove me absolutely insane again. He made everything so good, and turned me into a rabid hurricane awaiting to back unharnessed. His nails on my neck, my grabbing his rear end, we kissed like lovers that hadn't seen each other for years. Holding his firm ass in my strong hands with every tendon in motion, he moaned and panted like a dog. As our pants were together, we could feel the mutual hardness that came with our delirious attraction for each other.
Taking his shirt off, I loved his smooth well defined chest. Touching his nipples first with my fingers, they hardened up instantaneously. I moved my hands to his back, belly, and put his nipples in my mouth. Puckering like a bass, my lips went around his nipples, as my tongue went north and south, East and west. He was catatonic with sizzling pleasure, and didn't resist when his pants came off. The whoosh sound made it more real, and as I gave his chest TLC, the precum on the bulge told me to prime his pump.
I licked this cum off the blue tight tights. Oh yes he tasted so good, and his temperature was rising to a Scoville register previously not achieved. He was in a trance, even more so when I reached into his underwear, and purposefully teased him. My fingers deftly moving around his rock hard dick and sensitive balls, soon he was rolling his eyes, as I touched his taint area that was beyond sensitive. It was an instant going from neutral to sixth gear, as I soon had my fingers wrapped around his poking hot spear. He had the prettiest cock, freshly shaved and smooth, just as I had requested. His undies now off, I played with it in my mouth as if it was my personal harmonica.
Spitting on his shaft, I went up and down on him. I was getting nice layers of glaze, and he tasted so delicious, soon I honored his request and kissed him so he could understand as well. His sperm seeped between our lips, and he was going crazy when I licked his cock head, and going down on him like a ravenous ice cream cone of his flesh. All of his nerve endings were a Christmas tree, and it was music to my ears, when I slurped his balls to that noise we all love. Licking his tight ass, I fingered him with lube. Wilson was so tight. It had been awhile for us, and soon he would know I had invaded his errogenous zones.
Oh yes I licked his taint. He was breathing through his nose. All he could do was whisper "kiss me". I rose to lie on the couch next to him, kissing him with all of my instincts and a desire to go primal. Soon he had my shirt off, kissing my nipples, and he was so quick about taking my well endowed penis into his mouth. On his knees, he went up and down on me. I shook as the sight of his green eyes and red lips around my manhood, it was overstimulation in every sense of the word. He really knew how to deepthroat, and soon I grabbed his hair, to hear the gagging noise as my penis was lodged in his tonsils. Wilson sucked my balls, and as I fingered him with more lube, he laid down on top of me.
Then he sat on my hips, and placed our cocks together. This felt amazing, as we both could see each other's remnants of saliva on our shiny private parts. Placing my hardness against his balls, he then slathered my penis with lube. It felt so wonderful, and soon as my genitals were inside him, the very definition of erotic glory. He was so hard riding me. It was like a carousel of exhibition and sexual connection. We looked in each other's eyes, open, closed, open, closed. The heat of our two become one bodies, oh yes I loved feeling his leathery scrotum as I felt him clench on my monstrous cock, I felt amazing being inside of him, and he was stroking himself, as he felt my cock all the way in now. We were one machine on a solitary mission, literally joined at the hips.
His butt cheeks were firm but soft. Very squeezable. Wilson made me even harder when he brought up, our aviation discussions earlier from the museum. "Place your command yoke all in baby, yes!" His voice had gone up several octaves, as my manhood was feeling his prostate harden up and start to disseminate fluids. The squishing sound from the lube and his butt clenching were incredibly sexy. Soon I was taking him from behind. He had the nicest ass with thin hips, but those cheeks could definitely bounce quarters with ease. Touching his smooth cock and balls, I was rewarded with a howl, and his cum all over me as he climaxed so violently .
Taking this I put the sperm dripping in his mouth. His green eyes got big, and as he kissed me, we had his baby batter on our tongues. The warmth and taste were delicious, and I could feel my toes curl, as he touched my extra sensitive balls. It wasn't long. Soon the inevitable purge occurred through my pipes, as I blew a volcanic like volley of my cum inside of Wilson. He cried out too, as he always wanted to satisfy me, and we both had climaxed with each other. His ass could only hold the liquid for so long, and as we kissed more our heartbeats together, we had just experienced another romantic call that far surpassed our expectations. All night long we sucked and fucked. It was a perfect Friday, and holding his hands and having his legs wrapped around mine as we slept, it was inevitable that soon we'd be together again soon. His sweet scent of sweat as we drifted to dreams, was a treat in every regard, as I always felt comfortable with Wilson.