Let's support nifty. The size of your donation can be in any amount, as running a database is expensive and time consuming. All the best, Terry Max along with the rest of us headed to the conference room. 22 high school students, and what would appear to be many chaperones. With Mr Miller our history teacher, and the proverbial bitch Mrs Walker at the door, we were told to sit at assigned tables. Sadly Max was at a different table, and I was stuck with Charlie, Jason, and Emily. Sure they were also seniors, but there just wasn't much there. Jason was new to our school, although Emily and I had attended all levels since kindergarten. She was a good friend, and didn't judge me for being gay. Her only complaint was "you're so good looking, a shame you're not into girls." I laughed hearing this, and actually took it for the compliment it was, as being the stud on the baseball diamond generated a fan club.
Yet it was the way I was born, and while I couldn't deny the beauty of women, it was guys I always had desired. Here I was in another country after a long flight, and yet I knew what was needed. Whether Max would go for it I wasn't sure, but at 18 my balls after a bathroom shower session were filling up again. Dinner was served, and it was borderline cafeteria food. Spaghetti with Italian bread, sodas, and bottled waters. Mr Miller had a smart board, and tomorrow we would be touring London Tower. This was exciting, and there was no doubt this was one of the highlights. He gave us more historical information than we had prior, and then dessert of vanilla ice cream was served. Mrs Walker ate like three servings. She had this I believe it's called a snarl expression, and it was as if she didn't want to be here. We were told wake up was 9 am, with a quick breakfast before heading to this historical landmark.
Back in the hotel room, Max was on his bed. Damn he looked so sexy. His curly brown hair, playing on his phone GTA, while wearing only boxer shorts. I tried to resist looking but it wasn't easy. Thinking of reaching into them made me erect, but I knew I had to approach this situation delicately. While initial signs were promising, I hadn't reached enough field yet, to see if what we had was more than a friendly alliance. Getting into my tight briefs he didn't seem to pay attention, so I turned on the cable television. Sitting on top of the bed, eventually I saw Max was interested in the program about true crime. Finally his phone was on the kiosk, and we shot the breeze about what was going on. He was so beautiful, and those brown eyes with those red lips, made it difficult to concentrate.
His intellect was obvious, which made me even more drawn to him. A good hour discussing a multitude of subjects, yet somehow the lights were out. I must have crashed, as finally the jet lag and lack of sleep caught up. Yet instinctively I stayed quiet in the darkness. I knew what I was hearing. Max was jerking off in his bed, as the creaks and sounds of that clicking noise all of us gay guys know too well. He was moaning softly, and soon I knew just from the noise, that he was close to climaxing. Sweat and the smell of his cum permeated my nostrils, and I so wanted every drop in my mouth. He smelled so sweet and sugary, so I just somehow stayed still as he passed out after ejaculating. As hard as it was, as down below my equipment was coming online, I had to literally breathe carefully to get back to sleep. His scent drove me near rabid, and my desire for him grew even stronger. Finally unable to hold it, I quietly as I could felt up my hardness. My big low hangers were full, and although I thought he was asleep, I made sure to bust my rocks too. A huge orgasm as I shot a gigantic load in my underwear, and soon I was certain left a scent trail of my activities.
That damn alarm clock. Max was awake quick as was I, although he went off to breakfast in the conference room. I took a shower, and then joined him and the group, for a last minute muffin and coffee. Even the domineering Mrs Walker let us pick our bus seats, and in no time we were off. I was so happy Max and I were together. He also had studied a lot for this trip, so before getting there, I was familiar with the William the Conqueror's building of this. Also I looked forward to seeing the ravens, whom supposedly strolled the grounds daily. Weather was good, and our bus was greeted by the "beef eaters." These folks in unusual red uniforms, were known years ago to eat before royalty, as a way of making sure food was safe to eat. While low tech compared to today, reading the article enroute proved it was effective. Also there were many imprisoned here, and some were executed. This would be my first UNESCO site. Once we got there, the beefeaters gave us a funny and informative tour.
They all were hired on their storytelling ability. Mark was our guide, and I even think he got Mrs Walker to laugh. It was an incredible tour. We saw where royalty members that fell, out of favor with the family were executed. Also I had no idea Sir Walter Raleigh had spent time as a prisoner there. The building was from 1066, but added on several occasions. What made everyone smile, was this used to be a royal zoo years ago. We also found it amusing, that the Crown Jewels were originally kept here for their security. Such a strange and peculiar spot on the Thames River. Hours of fascinating rooms, and tales to go with them.
We all had a wonderful time. Next up was the statues of Winston Churchill. I always thought he had served multiple terms as prime minister, but when he ran after World War 2, his poll numbers reflected the British lack of approval. The UK took a lot of economic and structural damage during the war. Then to learn of coal mining lung deaths in the regular population was stunning. For years London was soot covered, but finally the country flourished with other forms of energy, which rejuvenated this beautiful city and others. I liked the defining statue of Churchill, that represented him looking at aviation battles, from his bunker during the war.
They were nice to visit, and so was looking at Max's legs in his shorts. I so wanted to touch his legs and rub them up, until I met his sexual organ and ass. He was looking really good, and I couldn't help but see his bulge was quite obvious. We had two hours of free time before scheduled dinner Max took a hot shower, and then came out to the room wearing only a white towel. Was he teasing me? I was thinking more likely now, and when he dropped the towel, I saw a smaller but beautiful hairy cock. There went my illusion about smooth. He was definitely giving me a show, and I was thinking a bit too much time to apply the deodorant. Yet he was applying it, and asked "how did you shave your pubes?" Finally I was getting somewhere.
"Carefully and with a good razor." He asked me if he could see how mine was done. I took my pants and briefs off, to show him my smooth private parts. He gasped as I took these off. He asked "do you have any of your porn up?" "Nah but would like some." Sure enough Max. He saw my eight plus inches and my big, full sized balls. Soon he was justly massaging my hardness and testes, and damn did it feel so goof .It was if a orgasm of lightning was pleasing me completely. He told me "I've never done this before," which made me even hornier. Soon we had each others cock in our hands, and I showed him to rub his cock and mine together. Oh wow I just lost my mind as he reached around our shafts putting them together, and I loved his nice penis being on mine. Together finally and I pounded his scrotum with my hard cock. Our adrenaline, breathing, and heartaches continued to move up.
He seemed comfortable touching my genitals. I loved it when he palmed my testicles, and I could tell he loved my sliding his shaft in my hands up and down. He had to enjoy this, as it was great that now of us were completely nude. He was sexier than I thought, and the frot was beyond remarkable. His scent was like manna from heaven. He cried out in pleasure as I worked my finger magic on his sensitive areas. His breathing was more intense. So was mine. Yet I came out of him,shooting out of my fence, but now we were in a state of zen. Like a butterfly become a caterpillar, this event was I everything's dreamed about. Both of us completely naked I liked the feeling of shared vulnerability. Yet I knew despite wanting those succulent lips attached to mine, that it was too early for kissing or more. As he and I moaned he admitted to watching gay porn, as I reassured him it was all good. The sensations of having a new guy were amazing, and I wanted to make sure there was another round.
Fondling his balls, I felt under his shaft, in that sensitive area guys like. Smiling at him, he returned the favor, and he explored my sex organ. I loved how his warm hands felt on me. His penis wasn't huge but so pretty, and I knew in the coming days I'd be able to make him smooth too. I was enthralled by his petite body and those brown eyes, said that this was the most pleasant experience he ever had. I was grinning too, as for too long I had wanted him, but tempered my aggression to keep him as comfortable as possible. Together we stroked each other, and we both howled as white sperm flew out of us. I so wanted to taste his jizz, but I knew that step by step improved my chances. That ass of his in the mirror was my goal, as the peach shape and no hair made me extremely excited.
Yet as our cocks shrank from post fun activity, I made sure to see if he was ok. Max smiled at me. "Incredible. I want you to teach me more as that was my first time." Hugging him I said "damn right I will, and let's see you cum a lot of times here in London." We talked for awhile, and eventually fell asleep in our separate beds in the small hotel room. We had plenty of things to see the next couple weeks, but I knew that this trip was just getting started for more fun nocturnal activities. As I fell asleep I noticed he was, and knew I was without a doubt, going to advance his bedtime studies.
To be continued.