My Education 2 The Band Trip First Taste of Cum
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My name is Mark. At the time this adventure takes place I was around 16.
Alan, Ben and I were all members of the local marching band. Our band was participating in the state marching contest on the campus of one of the state universities. Due to our marching, this was going to be an overnight trip. In an effort to reduce expenses, the sleeping arrangements called for each room to have at least four to a room. As it worked out Alan and Ben were to share a bed. I was set to share with Rob.
Rob was another of our good friends. Oh, and he was drop-dead gorgeous. He reminded me of a young Tom Selleck. Thick dark hair, steel blue eyes (I would almost cum every time he would look at me), a killer smile, a well-defined body, and a thick cock, a real handful.
Rob was by far the hairiest of all our social group. His chest and legs were covered in a thick coat of dark hair. The hair on his chest continued down to cover his stomach and then down to a mass of hair that surrounded his impressive cock, also covering his low-hanging balls. When soft his teenage meat nestled inside his thick forest, but when it became blood filled, it would protrude to its massive 7" thick rod – which gave him is nickname, Rob the Rod.
And I had to share a bed with him. How was I ever going to be able to keep my hands off him? I was hard ever since I had heard the terrible news.
Rob and I always had good times together. He never did the sleepover thing with us, because his mother didn't want him away from home at night (that's another story). However, we hung out together often. He was a few months older than me and had his own car. We would spend many Friday nights dragging Main. Up til now there had never been any sexual exploration between us. I had seen him naked on several occasions; hiking trips, skinny-dipping at our favorite pond, and a few other times. His rod would be semi-hard at times but he never showed a full hard on.
Back to the trip. Everyone had gone to their assigned rooms and been given the mandatory list of expected behaviors: stay out of the pool, curfew was 10:00, bed check 10:15, lights out 11:00. Let's recap, 102 teenagers, co-ed, in a motel, overnight, with only two adults to supervise. SURE we followed each and every rule. By 10:20 it was on. Some of the group had brought beer in their luggage. Some had dope (after all it was the late `60s). It spread pretty quickly what you could get where.
Maybe I should point out here that I was a nerd, a goody-two-shoes. I hadn't tried smoking. I didn't drink beer. Drugs never. Still a virgin... well as far as sex with a girl went. I wasn't a dreamboat like Rob, but I wasn't hard on the eyes, either. I was a 6' 125-pound skinny dude, but I also had the kind of personality that made me popular with others. Everyone liked me. Go figure.
Alan and Ben had left the room to check things out. Rob was out looking for the beer. I stayed in the room. The rules said be in your room at 10:00, so there I was. Soon four of the other guys (goody-two-shoes like me) had stopped by our room. It was safe there. We were sitting around discussing how much trouble all the others were going to be in when they got caught. We were so smart, it didn't occur to us that we were violating curfew ourselves. Anyway, after various topic changes, we got around to sex. We were teenage boys. What else is there to talk about? First we speculated on which of the guys was getting some from which of the girls. Funny, we all thought about the same girl. Then the truth or dare started. Ever fucked a girl? Who would you want to fuck? Ever had a blowjob? What is the most times you've cum in a day? What a bunch of liars we were. With all the sex talk, I was starting to chub up. And it looked like the others were getting excited, too, by the way they kept rearranging their junk.
About that time Rob returned with Tim, another one of the guys. It was obvious that they both had been drinking. Tim had "accidently" fallen into the pool and Rob had gotten soaked trying to help him out of the water. Thank goodness he fell in the shallow end. Both were soaked, shivering and laughing like crazy. Tim and Rob were cracking up as they stumbled into the room. What a buzz kill. I told them both to get into the bathroom, we had to get them out of those wet clothes before they caught pneumonia. That's all I needed – two sick drunks in my room. Why me? At this point I had totally forgotten about the other four guys in the room. My staff had definitely gone away. My full attention had shifted to the two very wet, very drunk friends dripping all over the floor. Just what I needed – more reasons to get into trouble. Could this night get any worse? I helped both giggling wet guys into the bathroom. Using my most stern annoyed voice, I told them both to strip. They both saluted and said "Yes, sir!" Now I had two wet, drunk, and smartasses to deal with.
Now you would think that a guy who likes to look at nude guys would be thrilled to have this opportunity thrust upon him. Well, I wasn't thinking with the right head at that moment. The light bulb finally went on as I started to remove Tim's shirt. I was going to see two hot-looking guys nude. Could this night get any better?
Things were starting to look a lot more interesting. I got Tim's shirt and shoes off. Tim was a skinny smooth guy like me. He had a slight treasure trail starting around his belly-button that disappeared into his jeans. After this struggle I had him sit on the pot while I tried to help Rob.
When Rob's shirt came off, I feasted on that thick mass of hair covering his 16-year-old chest. He had more hair than many men I had seen. I had to go to my knees to help with his socks and shoes. There, just inches in front of me, was his straining bulge. It seemed to be growing as he braced himself on my shoulder. Tim stood up and attempted to take his jeans off. They were plastered to his hairy legs, so I turned and pulled them down to his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He had the longest skinny dick I had ever seen – a real pencil dick, and he was hard. This got Rob's attention as well. The laughing stopped. Rob's attention shifted to Tim's hard shaft. Rob made a comment about how long and thin it was. Tim smiled and made it throb several times for his admirers. I was still on my knees admiring this long cock right in front of my face. Tim looked at Rob and made a comment about all his hair and the noticeable bulge straining his tighty-whities. I became aware that I had left Rob standing there with his wet shorts still on. I turned back to Rob and hooked my hands inside the waistband of his very full briefs and tugged them to the floor. I was greeted with his mighty rod standing proudly out of the thick forest. I wanted to reach up and grab it, stroke it, even lick it. But I wasn't a fag, so I had to settle for just admiring it.
I was still completely dressed, thankfully concealing my raging dick. I decided
that a nice hot shower would help them warm up, and give me longer to admire these two almost opposite studs – one smooth and slim with a thin long cock; the other covered in hair with a thick cock. They both were still unsteady on their feet, so I offered to help with the washing. I was standing outside the shower/tub washing their bodies. I took the soap and rubbed my hands through Rob's thick hairy mat, spending extra time on his hardening nips. He was letting soft moans escape as I washed him. I could have spent the rest of the night in all that hair. I then turned my attention to Tim. His soft smooth skin felt very sensual against my hands. I could tell he also was enjoying his cleaning. His cock was standing straight out, actually rubbing against Rob's throbbing meat. I couldn't resist what happened next. I lathered my hands and began to wash Tim's cock and hairy balls. The feel of his throbbing dick felt wonderful in my hands. I then lathered my hands again and went to Rob's cock. I worked my hands through his thick pubes and up and down his raging rod. I stood outside the shower stroking these two magnificent dicks. I was in cock heaven. I took my left hand and wrapped it around Tim's long dick. My right hand was wrapped around Rob's throbbing cock. Both of them were cut. Tim's cock had a torpedo shape to it. The same width from head to base. Rob had a mushroom head. Both of my soap-covered friends were getting into the manipulation my hands were giving their rods. Tim and Rob began to thrust into my soap-covered hand. Slow deep strokes. With every push, I could feel my hand against their bushes. The sensation of them fucking my hand was about to send me over the edge. I dropped to my knees where I could get a better view. I continued to feel their pulsing dicks slide in and out of my hand.
I took a small break from the very arousing scene right in front of my face to glance up to check their facial reactions to their personal stimulations. They both had their eyes closed. Rod had his head tilted back while Tim had his head tilted down. Rob had his hands on Tim's shoulders for support. Tim had one hand on Rob's shoulder and the other has stroking his thick hairy pecs. I returned to my washing. Both cocks were starting to fill out and thicken. Tim's fucking motions began to quicken into my hand. His moans became louder. I let him use my hand as a fuck hole. I knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his load. Rob could sense the impending release as well. Rob began to breathe harder, his chest heaving against Tim's exploring hands. He also began to fuck his throbbing rod in my soapy hand faster. Tim was the first to unleash his flood of man seed. The first squirt shot out and hit Rob's hairy chest, the next one landed on Rob's bush, the next few covered my hand and Rob's cock. The feel of Tim's hot load on his straining cock pushed Rob over the edge. I wasn't watching the aim of his cock. The first two ropes of cum hit me in the face. After re-aiming his erupting cock, the last few ropes landed on Tim's cock and hairy balls. It was then that I realized that I had shot a load in my underwear. I could feel my thick load covering my deflating cock and hairy balls. Cum on my cock, hands and face. Oh yes, Rob's cum was on my face. Before I could think, my tongue was licking up the sticky goo around my mouth. WHAT WAS I DOING? I'm not a fag. I was eating another guy's juice, and...I was enjoying it. It had a slightly salty taste but it was good. I quickly wiped the small amount of remaining cum from my face and hoped Rob and Tim had not noticed what I had done. Returning to my task at hand, I took turns cleaning each tender cock and balls of any remaining signs of cum and soap. No words were spoken concerning what had just taken place. I turned off the water and handed each stud a towel. As Tim was stepping out of the shower I realized I hadn't got to wash either ass. I didn't want to push my luck by offering another shower to do their backsides. Maybe another time, I hoped.
Tim and Rob had wrapped a towel around themselves. When we came out of the bathroom, I realized that the other four guys had left. Iwondered what they thought. Did they run off and tell everyone else about what happened? That's when I noticed a couple of wet spots in front of a couple of the chairs and some very wet cum-smelling (yes, I sniffed them) Kleenex thrown but not in the trash can. Seems like the shower wasn't the only place some action had taken place. Rob asked what that was all about. All I could do was smile to myself.
I went to Tim's room, two rooms down, and got him some dry clothes then helped him back to his room. Alan and Ben were still out someplace doing who knows what. Rob had passed out on our bed in just his towel. I worked to get him under the covers and cleaned up the room. I didn't want Alan and Ben thinking there was any sexual stuff going on. I then went to the bathroom and striped off my wet and cum-soaked clothes. I took a shower. I replayed the events of the night. My cock enjoyed the instant replay. As I washed my previous load from my cock and balls I began to stroke my loose skin up and down the shaft. I leaned one hand against the shower wall while stroking my engorged dick. I was so into my self-pleasure that I didn't hear the bathroom door open. Ben rushed in saying he couldn't wait, he had to pee. As he stood there empting his bladder, he asked how my evening went. I told him not much happened, just hanging out. Then I asked him how his evening went. As this conversation was taking place, I continued to stroke my cock. I need to get off, again. Just as my climax began to take over my body, Ben pulled back the shower curtain. He was holding my cum-filled underwear, watching my shooting cock spraying my second load of the evening against the shower wall. "I didn't have near the fun you seem to have had," he laughed. I just gave him a wicked grin and pulled the curtain closed.
When I got back into the room, Alan was back and already in bed. Ben gave me a knowing grin and climbed into bed beside Alan. The clock beside the bed read 1:00. We had to be up by 6:30 for breakfast. I slid into bed nude beside Rob, who was still passed out. It was hard getting my mind to slow down. The events of the evening were so stimulating. Stroking two strikingly different cocks. Sharing two huge loads... well four if you count my two. Wondering what had taken place in the room between the four guys. What had I missed? And then the big one...I licked Rob's cum off my face. I liked it, a lot. Was...I..really...a...fag?????
I'm not sure how long I laid there on my side facing away from Rob before I finally dozed off. Then I felt it.
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