Happy 4th everyone, and may we continue to support nifty. This is our spot on the web!Terry
His scent was all around me, as he nudged me to wake up before the alarm clock. I was surprised that he already felt comfortable enough to kiss me, as the last day everything had gone faster and better than I had expected. Breaking in a new guy takes more time, at least in my experience, which in high school is limited. Sure I had my short relationships and hormonally based sexual escapades, but Max nestled next to me naked was a sign of things to come. Now that we were enjoying oral activities together, and I even had gently fingered him last night, all was starting to really come together. We were comfortable holding each other, sharing this twin bed in the hotel room, and confirmed the chemistry that we shared together. Kissing a couple of times I didn't want this to end, but at least I knew this morning, we'd be showering together before todays trip in London.
Yet first was breakfast in the hotel conference room. Both Max and I went in our PJs like all our classmates, except for Edward who probably was born in a Brooks Brothers suit. Strange but polite. Mr Miller was in a good mood, and today would be rather casual. First to Harrods, and then a day of shopping at Westfields Stratton Mall. With the rain, this seemed to be the right timing. Breakfast this morning was kind of uninspiring, but all of us were excited to go to the Fayed store that was internationally recognized. We all came from well to do families, but knew it would be out of our price range. Yet it was about the experience, and a lot of us couldn't wait to tag/check in here on facebook. As usual chaperone Karen had the resting bitch face on. Mrs Walker was so uptight, although occasionally she let her guard down a bit. After we all ate, we were advised to meet at the lobby in an hour, as that's when the shuttlebus would take us to our destinations.
Opening the hotel door, I told Max "let's shower together, and save water." As the door closed he surprised me by kissing me, and in my ear he whispered "I want my cock to be shaved like yours." Instantly hard we kissed more, and I after containing my excitement, brought the shaving cream and razors out. The idea of both of us smooth, plus him trusting me with a sharp object was a turn on. Hot water and lathering up each other with soap, the kissing in the steamy environment was wonderful. Our dynamics had changed exponentially, and soon I had him stand. On my legs down I put the cream on him. First scissors and then the razor. Watching his pubes disappear got me frisky again, but I had to pay attention during this process. Max looked down, and definitely was turned on. His erect penis and tightened up balls were shaved, and he liked how they looked and felt. I loved his gear even more, and watching him explore this area to a new sensation was a turn on. Drying each other off, he looked so good in his tight white jeans. These must have been new but I approvingly smiled at that figure of his. Petite yet so well put together. Throwing my clothes on, we kissed passionately before opening the door to leave, and I so wanted him badly. His brown eyes screamed the same back, and tonight I looked forward to more exploration together.
Emily saw us and we both got the raised eyebrow. Then the smile. She knew but greeted us happily in the hallway, as us and 21 other students boarded the bus. It was so tempting to hold Max's hands. I wanted public displays of affection, but as we were a parochial school, that wouldn't be tolerated even if we were heterosexual. Later on in the trip Emily would call our school a "bunch of stuck up prudes." The streets were busy, but all of us noticed that London was far cleaner than New York City. My phone buzzed. A text from Max. "It feels good but I'm itching where you shaved me." Smiling at him. Texted him back "you'll get used to this, plus I want to be all over you as soon as possible." Another smile. He had warmed up well, and while he was still a novice, I hoped he would let me take him sooner than later.
Going into Harrods was complete over stimulation. Lights everywhere. Bright colors. It was almost as if going to a rock concert. This was much more different than Bloomingdale's. There were well dressed employees greeting all at the door, and we couldn't help but hear this loud clicking/clacking sound. We were all a little overwhelmed, but finally as a group of high schoolers, it was observed that this was the security cameras. They were like something never seen before. Imagine upside down pyramids rotating. A odd set up, but that was one way to deter thieves perhaps.
What a novel concept. They had a grocery section, with smoked fish, chocolates, and candies like never seen before. This area was probably a 1/4th of a US department store. There were also loads of coffees, teas, and even cheeses. All were extremely expensive, as we did the pound to dollar comparisons. Emily found caviar which was well over $400. A small can of that made no sense. Our class stuck together, as Mr Miller, Mrs Walker, and others gave us an hour to explore. It wasn't nearly enough time, yet it was a good experience. Then we were picked up by the bus to the nearby mall.
Here we were dropped off. We had four hours at this Westfields complex, and the amount of European brands stunned us. There seemed plenty at NYC malls, but here there was no doubt about our current location. They had an Apple and Nike store, and a Burger King and McDonald's. Some of us veered off in different directions. Jonathan definitely left the area to find weed. He would certainly find it, and actually the thought of getting some from him made sense. Either that or some valiums. I wanted Max to be able to relax and take him. Now here we were eating at a Burger King. Smiling and laughing, I playfully put my hand under the table grabbing his now hard crotch. He turned red, and said "not here as I don't feel comfortable." Damn it. Trying to regain my confidence with him, we got back to our college futures.
Walking the mall after lunch, they had amazing fountains. This place was so colorful and vibrant. There was a clown on a unicycle jogging by one of the anchor stores. Max and I both got pictures of him. He wanted to go to the H&M. I was a fan of theirs, but always thought "kind of boring." Here though was different than the stateside set up. They had nice small briefs, and Max laughed when I showed him what was in the bag. Two blue ones that were his small size. Discreetly I told him "this should make your shaved areas more comfortable." Complete BS but it sounded good, as actually I wanted to see his bulge with precum through the fibers. That made me even more ornery. Sure I was grateful to be in a premium British mall, but my mind was focused on other matters at this time.
To be continued.