The Choir Tour By Paul D.
When I was a junior in college, I transferred to a small Christian college in California. Since I had taken a couple of years off from college to work, I was a little older than most of the other students. Also, I had transferred in the spring semester, so I was one of only a few new students.
I was in the concert choir, and less than a month after I transferred in, the choir went on a 7-day tour up the state. The first night we sang the concert, and then the members of the choir were paired off to stay in the homes of the members of the church where we had sung. There were several really good-looking guys in the choir and I was wondering all through the concert which one I would be paired with.
Luck was with me, and I was paired with the best-looking, hottest guy in the choir. His name was Bill, and he was a star on the school baseball team as well as in the choir. He had the beautiful boy-next-door face that I have always found attractive; and an athlete's body, not bulky, but solid and well defined, and light red hair. I was very turned on just looking at him, and imagining being able to see him undress, but since he had a steady girlfriend, who was also on the tour, I was sure he was straight. The two of them were always together.
After being introduced to our hosts for the night, we collected our bags and they drove us to their home. When we were shown to our room, the first thing I noticed was that there was one double bed, which meant that we would be sleeping very close together. That was fine with me. We were both tired and sweaty after the concert wearing tuxedos, and we both wanted showers. He insisted that I go first, and after I finished and returned to the room he went to take one. I would have loved to watch him undress, but since we had to go down a hallway to the bathroom, we had to keep our clothes on.
I usually sleep without anything on, but of course had to wear something, so I got in bed with a T-shirt and jockey shorts, and waited for him to come back. I was really excited about this hot jock getting into bed with me, but also nervous about giving myself away to a straight jock who could beat the shit out of me, or worse, get me kicked out of the conservative college. That would have been really bad, since my dad was on the board of directors of the school.
At this point I should tell you about myself. I am 5'11", slightly taller than Bill, and had a large, hairy chest (still do), and hairy legs. I had, and still have, 7 1/2 inches, cut.
When Bill came back into the room he took off his pants and got into bed, also in a T-shirt and jockey shorts. He turned off the light, and we talked a little about the concert, and then said good night. I turned on my side, away from him, and tried to relax and go to sleep, trying not to think about the hot body next to me. I must have drifted off to sleep, but woke up when I felt something gently rubbing on my ass. At first I didn't know what it was, but when it happened again, I realized that Bill was very gently tickling my ass. I didn't know what to do, but when it happened again I turned over on my back and put my arm over him, as if I was doing it in my sleep, afraid that I might be wrong.
Well, I wasn't wrong. After I turned onto my back, Bill reached over and started running his hand over my chest. I couldn't believe it. He was coming on to me. I was rock hard almost immediately, and was shaking with excitement as he slowly ran his hand down my stomach and lightly over my hard cock. I groaned softly, afraid our hosts would hear, and turned over on my side to face him. I reached over and started running my hand over his beautiful, hard body. Unlike me, he was smooth with almost no hair. When I got down to his cock, it was big and hard. I pulled his shirt over his head, and he did the same to mine, and we kept feeling each other's bodies. We came together and started grinding our cocks into each other, holding and sliding around the bed.
After we had done this for a while, he pulled my jockeys off, and I did the same to his, and we were now totally nude, rubbing together. We had taken our time to get to this point, but now things speeded up. He got down between my legs and started licking my cock, which was dripping with pre-cum. He then licked down to my balls, which really got the juices flowing. He took my hard cock into his mouth and all the way down until his nose was in my pubic hair, just held it there for a minute, and then started giving me an incredible blowjob. This was obviously something he had done before.
The feelings were intensified because we were in the home of strangers and had to be quiet, which was hard. I whispered to him how hot he made me feel, and how much his hard body, cock and hot mouth on my cock turned me on. He groaned softly and started sucking harder. I wanted to get to his cock, so I turned around into a 69 position and took his cock into my mouth. He was a little larger then me, about 8", cut, and was really dripping pre-cum. I have always been turned on by pre-cum from the first blowjob I had given, which had been to my brother's best friend back in school in the Midwest.
I started matching his rhythm, and we were both getting very close to shooting our loads. Because we had to be so quite, we didn't try to make it last a long time, and kept going. He was the first to tense up and start shooting his hot cum into my mouth. I hungrily started swallowing, not wanting to miss even a drop of his sweet nectar. This took me over the edge, and I started pumping my load into his mouth. I guess I had a really big load, because he was not able to swallow all of it, and some dripped down over me. After I started coming down, he licked me clean of cum, and then took my softening cock into his mouth again to get the last drop.
I turned back around and we held each other for a while, just enjoying the glow which comes after good sex with someone who is into you as much as you are into them. We then agreed that we should clean up, get our T-shirts and jockeys back on and get to sleep. We both fell asleep almost immediately, and were wakened in the morning by the woman of the house knocking on our door telling us breakfast was ready. We got up and dressed, and Bill acted as if nothing had happened. When I thanked him again for the great time, he smiled kind of nervously, and thanked me, and then we to get our breakfast.
I was disappointed that we never talked about the great sex we had. Bill continued to act as if nothing had happened, and was attentive to his girlfriend when we got back to the busses to travel to the next town. We were never paired again the rest of the tour, and I really started to hate his girlfriend, who was a real bitch. I had thought she was a bitch before I had sex with her boyfriend, and she was.
Although I didn't feel that he was avoiding me, I don't think Bill and I were ever alone after that, and he never acknowledged what we had shared. I guess that was not so surprising, given the situation we were in at the conservative Christian college. They got married, went to seminary after college, and eventually became international missionaries with the denomination. It's been years now, and I have had sex with a lot of guys since then, but I have never forgotten that night with Bill on choir tour.
This is the third story I have written about my past sexual experiences, which have been posted on Nifty. The first was: "On The Train," listed under Encounters, and the second: "My Brother's Best Friend," under Young Friends.
I hope you enjoyed my true story. Your comments are welcome, and I will respond to all e-mails.
Paul
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