Let's do all we can to support nifty and each other! All the best, Terry
As our plane made its way off the runway, Max and I both smiled, as we knew this trip would be special. Both of us had slept somewhat during the flight, but it was so weird to be five hours ahead of our normally eastern time. Max had been abroad before, while my family and I visited Florida last summer, which could be another nation. A strange place for sure, although we had enjoyed Disney and Universal Studios. The pilot used the metric system with the temperature at Heathrow, and looking back our group of high schoolers and chaperones were excited too. This trip had involved a lot of planning, fundraising, and also the support of our families. Soon twenty two of us and ten chaperones, would be seeing London among other sites.
Max was most excited about parliament and Westminster Abbey, while I wanted to explore the countryside more. Yet for all of us we were so thrilled. The crew made sure we all had our items, and so the deplaning as it's called had begun. I had expected cloudy skies, but it was surprisingly sunny. If my metric calculations were accurate a pleasant temperature. Max looked enthused, and was playing with his locks of brown hair with a mischievous smile. I had to suppress mine of course, but it was becoming more obvious the magnification of passion between us. Although neither of us had identified as gay as our parochial school, I had slept with guys before, and was fairly certain my soon to be roommate had too.
Today was going to be passport control, and then a bus ride to the London hotel first. Then according to our itinerary, we would visit the Castle Bridge and decent restaurants for lunch and dinner. Sure we had snacks, but 18 year old guys like us were still growing. It took less time than expected showing our passports, along with declaring anything or not. Mr Miller our history teacher, was looking a bit more leery than usual. He had been an educator for years, but perhaps 22 students in another country was stressful. Then again he had plenty of chaperones, including a regular substitute that most of abhorred. Mrs Walker was a "Karen" in every sense of the word. On group chats and elsewhere, we had created memes of her in klan robes and other funny situations.
Off through customs we went. While we found the airlines pilots British accents amazing and fun, now it was out and everywhere. I wondered for a moment, how despite our country being started as a British colony, why did we lose the accent. There wasn't much time to mull over this. Instead we were in a line, and with all of us and are chaperones, our goal was to get through to our awaiting charter bus. It was exciting as this was different from home. Already smiled at the different words on signs. The customs woman was quite friendly, which was I'm sure wasn't the usual. She asked me about any items to declare, and since I had none, she simply stamped my passport. Yet she was polite, and said "have a great time in the UK." It didn't take long, and Mr Miller and his chaperones got us to the luggage area. All of us found ours amazingly, as we joked this is where one or two of us would get screwed. All of our bags, and us together we made our way to ground transportation. There was a "bobby," a police officer, and his uniform was bright yellow with a strange checkered hat. He was directing traffic, and he didn't have a firearm!
Mrs Walker aka Karen got us on the "Quality British Tour" bus. Mr Miller was happy to let her, and the other high maintenance folks have this duty. The chaperones checked to see if all of us were there, and sure enough the bus took off driving on the left side of the road. At first this was a bit disconcerting. I was with Katie a junior, and she also was losing her international virginity. Her eyes got big. Mine probably did too, but the bus drivers assistant got on a microphone in the front. Mr Charles welcomed us, and said it would take at least thirty minutes to get to London proper, and probably 50 minutes to our hotel by the tower bridge. Images of it's beautiful architecture went through my mind, and he went over some basic itinerary information with us. We all were a bit jet lagged and dealing with sensory overload. Some students were asleep, and I saw Max rows back. He was one of the ones out. My hope was he got rest, and the signals between us were for real.
Finally we had reached our destination. Most of the time it was Mr Charles voice in the background explaining everything we saw. I was beyond stunned by the cleanliness of London. Seeing the city was a dream come true. Big Ben was larger than expected, and seeing London Tower, was really amped up to go there in a couple days. Off we left the bus, and it was fun to see the tower bridge too. Our hotel was maybe a half mile away, and although it was older, you could see that it was well taken care of. Mr Miller got us properly checked in, and told us there would be a two hour break. Max was looking tired, and I was starting to as well. Yet as we entered our room, I was more excited to see what I could discover about my friend and now roommate. Putting away our suitcases, his curly brown mop of hair and the matching eyes were so seductive. The vibe was strong, although even young bucks, we both fell asleep on our twin sized beds. It was a cozy room, and we were surprised by our unit having a shower.
Waking up we went to the lobby. Here Mr Miller was going to take us to O'Malleys. As you can imagine a Irish fish and chips place, but they had more on the menu. He reminded us, that "we represented the school, and even those of us whom were 18, were not allowed to drink beer." A killjoy but we had to follow the rules we signed on our field trip forms. There was a zero tolerance policy on drinking or drugs. If caught we'd be sent home on a one way flight, and considering our families spent $5,000 plus for each of us that was quite a consequence. There were grumbles, but we happily ate all kinds of meals. Some of us were vegetarians after all, although Max, Bill, Dave, and I went with the fish and chips. The French fries were different but delicious. It was a nice place, and tonight we'd all meet in the conference room for dinner and our itinerary.
Max was asleep again, but upon using the key card I knew what I had to do. Going in the shower, the hot water took its time to get going. It felt so comforting to take my clothes off, and my sexy briefs were off now too. Soaping up I made sure to touch my sensitive nipples. Moving down felt my shaved big cock and balls. They were full and as the steam gained traction, I started to tug on my erection. This simply couldn't hold as I was pent up with irritability frustration. Thinking of Max in those tight jeans I loved the way he filled them out. Reaching between my balls and hole, I pushed in that area, and found the result to be even more arousal. Thinking of my former boyfriend Jay, oh he was so passionate and loved me being inside of him, I finally unleashed an onslaught of my DNA. White globs of sperm shot out as I muffled the scream of pleasure, and felt more human again as this was in my nature. Drying off I put on my white briefs, that were tight on my 32" hips, with a bulge prominent. I knew this was a good way to gauge my friend and roommate for this trip.
Kicking back on my bed, he was crashed out. He must have been dreaming, as his legs were moving a lot. Finally he woke up, and asked "did I oversleep Terry?" "Nah you're good. We got another thirty before we have to go to the conference room." We both laughed that Mr Millet was a pretty cool teacher, but Mrs Walker was a total bitch. Him and I had her as a substitute teacher fairly often, and seemed she could teach any subject unfortunately. Max was so cute and I really wanted to push things. So far he wasn't looking obviously, but I upped the ante by sitting in the bed so he'd see my white almost panty like briefs. Gift wrapping was what I considered underwear, and I really wanted to get into his. Yet we would soon be getting dinner for a dinner and itinerary session, with the teachers, chaperones, and other students.