I'm going on a class trip very soon, and four of us guys need to stay in the same room. From what I've heard, I'm with two fairly average looking guys and one melt-your-heart-cum-in-your-pants guy. Here is what I wish would happen, but because everybody besides me is straight as an arrow, will not. It's also my first attempt, so enjoy. And everybody in this story's 18. And, just to clarify, everyone in the room in real life is 18, too. Seniors grouped together. >_> Yes, I'm in highschool. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The hotel room was fairly peaceful. It was a nice quiet suite, a pull-out couch in one room and two queen beds in the other. How did I get here? Simple. I'm a nerd. My class is going to Kennedy Space Center. Honestly? The class is taking one day at the Space Center and hitting up Disney and Universal for the remaining week and a half. But that's not important right now. What is important is that Gerry and Scott have already charged their way past me into the back bedroom, leaving the pullout couch to me and a little nest-like pile of comforters as a bed for our fourth roommate, who had yet to walk into the room. I heard Gerry and Scott putting their clothes into the drawers simply because they had the ability, and decided to take the opportunity to monopolize the bathroom for myself. Straightener. Deodorant. Razer. Shaving cream. Every toiletry was piled onto the counter, taking up at least half of the space. I smiled at the little area. You can keep your dressers, boys, I'll take my beauty over them any day. And, honestly, I thought I wasn't bad. To some, I'd appear 'emo'. My bangs hang into my eyes, my hair is dyed a rich black, and, as the makeup on the counter shows, I'm not above using eyeliner. However, my body style isn't the normal annorexia-inducing thinness that you'd usually see. I'm not really built, but I can at least say that I'm fairly capable of warding off most people who attack me for being who I am. I went to my suitcase and took out a pair of pajama pants and a sleeping shirt. I went back into the bathroom to change, closing the door. Pulling off my underwear, I heard our fourth roommate enter. Scott and Gerry didn't greet him. From the sounds of it, they were checking out their in-room television. To top off my 'beauty', as I call it, I've been gifted with what I'd like to call 'The Biggest Cock In School'. It's hard to really back up this belief. The school's gay population is rather small, and only about two of them have ever had the luxury of passing their meat into my mouth...Now, I am not your every day street-walking gay slut, but I have had quite a few men, and not one of them could stretch out their soft cock, tape it to their hard cock, and rival me. Thinking this, I looked down once more and swayed my hips, my massive cockhead brushing against my thights as the pendulum went. And then our forth roommate spoke. It was a simple, "Hey, Scott. Hey, Gerry." But from this, I instantly knew who it was. Nobody's voice was so bass, so deep, yet silky smooth. It reminded me of a pot full of rich, dark chocolate, melting and sticking to the bottom. His name was Nick, and he was gifted in every single way that God could provide. His voice speaking made girls swoon. He could sing better than anybody else in the choir. His body...Oh, God, his body. He appeared to be about as muscular as me. A slightly toned boy. But when he flexed, musles bulged from his skin, no matter where he did it. I haven't seen him shirtless, but the rumor is that his six pack is so defined that it feels like solid steel. This thought has caused my mammoth cock to stir, snake its way up, and now sit peacefully between my nipples. I lean forward and, distractedly, suck on it, licking the head first, before taking it into my mouth. The three day long bus ride didn't allow for much masturbation, and my heavy nuts were already aching to fire off something. I closed my eyes and thought of Nick. I thought of the stories that I've heard. That the girls he fucks cum five times in just one session. That he is so big that both of his hands won't fit around it. My favorite story...He blew himself off in the boy's locker room and came so hard that he stained a ceiling tile. I felt the pressure building before my cock exploded into my mouth. I pulled off of it so the second and third shots flew ontop of my exposed chest, pelting themselves on my pale skin on the way down. I turned on the shower, shook the pajama bottoms off of my feet, and rinsed myself off before I put everything back on. I pulled up my pajama pants, threw on the sleeping shirt, and went into the hallway. When I turned to look into the living room, on a chair next to the pull out bed, was Nick.