Here's to all of us doing what we can. That is to support nifty. It costs a lot to maintain and operate. If all of us step in this can continue on!
All the best, Terry
After he was on his knees, slurping me up, I simply couldn't take any more. The sight of his blue eyes, those lips with my precum rolling out of them, and my fingers grabbing the blonde hair on his head with viciousness. Paul knew what he was doing, and him sucking on my sensitive balls was the final straw. With testosterone and aggression flowing, I picked him up, and put him on all fours. On the bed I throttled his ass with my large eight inch cock. Lubed enough. I didn't care about his needs, and as he screamed due to his internal nerve endings being rocked, I have even more emphasis in filling his tight hole. He was going to walk funny after this, and the sweat and smells of our sex was known on every levels. I watched my manhood part his I spanked him vigorously. No rest for him as he was my bitch, and he was the bottom who'd always provide for me when I demanded it.
Clouds were overhead, and everyone was still outside the Museum of British history museum. A dream as I slept on a picnic table, but I was with my high school group waiting to be allowed back into the building. We were having a lot of fun, and British folks believed it was yet another "terrorist bomb threat." How long had I been out? Then again sitting in a park with thousands of others, inconvenienced by whatever this was could best be described as irritating. Throngs of people, police and fire folks. Finally we got texts and twitter updates from the London Police and museum "that it would be closed another few hours for the safety of all patrons." Mr Miller, chaperones, and students from are school all looked dismayed. We were having so much fun, but now we were just sitting around. Max was still asleep on a grass field next door, as were other students.
Yet Mr Miller came through. He found a pizza place that delivered, and soon 22 students and 8 adults were eating up this tasty food. The Cokes gave us some needed caffeine. We found a spot in a nearby park, as most of the crowds had left the area. Mr Miller seemed to be consulting with the other adults. Max and I were eating together, and I looked forward to a return of our nocturnal activities. Reading his texts he was watching gay porn on his phone when possible, and I let him know "be careful not getting caught, along with let's watch together on my large screen iPad tonight." This could be the ice breaker I was looking for. My hope was with the porn, maybe we could get up kissing or blowjobs at least. The dream I had reminded me of good times with my ex boyfriend. Sure I had to understand Max was new to admitting his sexuality with me, but the goal was to have him regularly bottom for me. This wouldn't be overnight, but I knew where to find videos of hard bottoms cumming while being penetrated.
The cool air was fairly refreshing, and we all were happy with pizza and the sodas. Max was now wide eyed awake again, as were the other classmates despite the impasse. None of us really knew what to do, until Mr Miller made that casual stroll our way. "Students, we don't know when the museum will open again. We should be able to return another day. In ten minutes the charter bus, will be picking us up. We are going to see a battleship called the HMS Belfast on the Thames River." None of us had heard of that, until Emily pulled it up on her cellphone. Awesome! It was a British WW2 naval ship, that was decommissioned in the 1960s, and turned into a floating museum of sorts. We'd be able to walk in and in throughout the desks of this ship. From what we could tell, was it had seen action during the war, and now the Imperial Museum saved her from the scrap yard. Everyone seemed pleased, and Max was next to me on the bus minutes later. As the two girls seat over from us looked out, he surprised me by getting a quick grab of my crotch. Oh my. That was pleasant although now I was rock hard and pent up. Could feel sweat pouring from my shaved crotch.
This was a good frustration, as it showed gaining confidence in the one, whom I wanted to conquer. For now we all arrived and sure enough. Down a walking plank was the HMS battleship Belfast. She looked quite pretty, although it didn't take a genius to see this ship wasn't equipped for modern combat. I was close with the 1940 guess, as it was built and commissioned in 1938. We all walked to it, where we were met by Mr Thompson of the Intepid War Museum Servics. He was our tour guide, and we got lucky, as not many other tourists were here. All of us were a bit anxious, but the ship was large and secure. Maybe the grey paint with the clouds caused this concern.
That abated quickly. This ship was fascinating! Four oil drum engines used to power this up to around 40 mph. 37 knots to be exact, and she usually sailed with 700 to 800 men. As you can imagine quarters were cramped. We got a lot of pictures of the sleeping areas. There couldn't have been three inches of space above a sleeping sailors bunks. We learned that all had different shifts, so they'd share the same spot for 8 to 12 hours job description pending. If at battle all hands were on deck, and coffee along with tobacco rations were increased.
Walking around the river was slightly choppy, but the ship didn't lurch as one would expect to. Instead it stayed with superb equilibrium, and written statements by former crew seemed to align well with this. We all liked Private First Class Randolph's comment of "this steel bunker was far more stable than my family." Seeing old pictures of the ship in WW2 action was amazing. This ship despite named after an Irish city wasn't famous, but successfully helped get Russians supplies in the Arctic circle while they fought the Germans. Also the Belfast had some minor battles, and was key in saving multiple sailors from certain death in oceans around the world. Decommissioned in the 1960's, we were thankful to this once historic group keeping her as part of a museum.
What a great tour, but as the rains moved in, we were all relieved that Mr Miller had us on the bus. Back to the hotel was our destination, and all of us were ready for dinner. As young men and women, all of us had those metabolic rates that were set to feed. At the conference room was a buffet set up of chicken breasts, burgers, hot dogs, and chicken nuggets. We could clear these hot carts out, and also a lot of us added the fries, macaroni and cheese, some vegetables, and of course chocolate cake on our plates. We all ate good sized meals, and Mr Miller said we could do board games or chill in our rooms. I smiled at Max and got a sexy and mischievous grin in return. Oh we definitely were going to chill.
I returned to the room first, and as the shower water came on, the door opening told me he was back in our room. The soap I had was good, and the lather got everywhere. Suds all over my body, I watched them go down my tall frame and into the drain. Always liked that swirling at the end, and the hot water produced a lot of steam. It felt good to be clean after a unique but fascinating day. While the terrorist threat at the museum sucked, the time on the battleship made up for that. It was now time to transition to something else, because my hormones kicked up, and my cock was hard as a result of this. Not yet. My hope was once Max and I talked, and he watched the hot gay porn I had with twinks on the iPad, was that we could advance a little further than handjobs and frottage fun.
Don't get me wrong as I loved that a lot. Yet as a more experienced gay male, tonight was where I would push the envelope more. Coming out wearing only my white see through briefs, Max smiled at me and said "nice bulge." He was going to shower too, but said "get your iPad out as I want to see some hot porn." Yes. This was a really good sign. Sure I probably wouldn't be balls deep in that succulent peach ass, but at least we'd be moving more in that direction. I couldn't wait to see him get aroused, and I did like the manly smells from his pubic hair. It turned me on considerably, although I eventually hoped he would go smooth also. Mmm. Time to focus on the time at hand.
"It's cold water!" "Sorry Max, give it a few." Hopefully the hot water heater would be alright for another hot shower. His voice turned me on. Sounded silky sexy, and was higher pitched then mine. I almost walked in to see him wearing nothing, but knew that could mess things up. He would have to, at least show more progress first, although damn did I want to shower him off my way. Setting up the iPad the hyperlinks were ready. Found the one that looked like us, with the tall blonde guy and the shorter brunette. If one day I was going to fuck him, first there had to be some psychological screwing with his mind. My bulge was a reminder, that I awaited him joining, and for another night of exploration together. Soon the water stopped, and he definitely was drying off. To my pleasant surprise he came out wearing nothing, smiling and said "what's the point of clothes," and he took my underwear off. He signaled me to join him in his bed. Oh this was going so damn well.