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I heard the shower. Did last night really happen or was I dreaming? What a great night it has been, as finally Max and I were making progress. It had taken time and effort, there was no doubt about that. Last evening he admired and touched my shaved hard cock and full balls, which led to us rubbing our genitals together. It had felt so good, and while still in the beginning stages, I knew I would eventually wear Max down even more. I was only frustrated not having kissed him, but as this was his first experience with another male, patience can help lead to more pleasurable affairs.
Trying to wake up, the shower turned off, and Max came out of our hotel bathroom. He was wearing nothing and that nice package and ass, I was doing everything I could do to behave. Smiling at me, he said "thank you Terry for last night. I think this is going to be the best trip ever." "You're welcome Max and we will continue studying." He gave me a smile and those brown eyes sparkled. I even saw his penis becoming more erect, and under the covers with no undies on, I was going into the same state. His penis needed to be sucked, and that peach ass of his deserved to be properly stretched. Yet the alarm clock left me with only minutes, so I jumped in the shower, throwing on a t shirt with shorts. It was time for our high school to see more of London.
As we all had breakfast in the conference room, I had messages from my parents and sister. They had received my pictures from yesterday. The Samsung Galaxy always made everything look great. They were relaxing today, while our group of 22 would visit Buckingham Palace. A lot of us were excited, but at the same time, the scheduling and lack of spontaneity bored us. Being young and in a different country, we wanted to get out more. Also the drinking age was 18. Thanks to Mrs Walker aka Karen the chaperone from hell, there wouldn't be a way that was figured yet to go to a bar. Actually they called them pubs, but the same thing.
Breakfast over, which was fairly good, it was off to the charter bus. Max and I sat together, and I could tell he was feeling more comfortable. We always had been good friends, but last night added to what we had. It was so liberating to finally be with him a bit, and him letting me know he liked gay porn, was an eye opener. Both of us had been honest and vulnerable. It was inevitable that he'd ask about my experiences, but this made me concerned, as to tell or to minimize? Sure I had been with my share of guys, but for someone newly emerged like him, that could create sensory overload. My goal was a slow dance. Sure I wanted to kiss him and be inside and make him mine, but we all have to march slowly from A to Z. His pheromones were oozing, and he smiled as I caught him looking at my crotch. A matter of time.
This was a better charter bus today. Mr Miler and his chaperones were up front, and seemed to be more at ease. Even as a high school student, I could understand the pressure the adults felt with customs, passports, and that long flight from New York. My phone buzzed and I was happy it was from my coach at Penn State. Only a week after returning home; I'd be off to State College on a baseball scholarship. It was an honor, and I hoped to continue my success in the outfield there. He told me he wanted me to bulk up soon. Coach was right because 6'3 and 200 pounds, I was on the athletic but slim side. Sure I had hit plenty of home runs, but the college field's dimensions were quite larger. The challenge had been sent, and I was going to help the team the minute of arrival.
As the bus went through downtown London, I felt something momentarily go over my crotch. Max smiled with a "hand in the cookie jar expression." Texted his phone, "be careful to not bite off before you can chew," with a smiley emoji. He texted me "I want to again tonight." "You got it." The tension was unreal, and as two young lads from where we were called Yanks, things were really starting to materialize. Finally our bus reached the outer perimeter, and Mr Miller and the chaperones kept us together. Here we saw the queens guards at attention, and others did military drills with horses and musical instruments. It was quite a display, and then there was getting through security and the like.
The men and women made it fast, and we all stayed as a group here too. Sally was our "Royal guide" and it was obvious, there training program was very extensive. She must have memorized so many random facts, Royal courtesies, and also their family tree. We did enjoy her discussing Queen Elizabeth's reign, and how Charles succeeded as King of England. While different than what we were used to, it was a good historical lesson. The royal family helped keep morale up during the awful days of WW2.
Walking around the palace, we were able to see a lot. The building was huge to put it mildly. The Crown Jewels were far prettier than the pictures. They were gigantic also. I liked a lot of the swords and other artifacts, along with the attention paid to William Shakespeare finally. We'd be getting more of him and his plays during other places, but I was just glad to hear his name. All of his great works I almost tore the pages through, and had read all of them multiple times. Shakespeare was proof that if you wrote well, then your name and words would live on for hundreds if not thousands of years.
One picture captured our attention. Emily asked Sally about this. Here we learned about the coal pollution after WW2. Countless Briton's suffered life long respiratory affects, due to this being the only power source for years. She showed us rather unsavory pictures, of children with warm cloths on their faces to help with breathing. Sally was upfront about it too conceding "we will never know an accurate death count" of these days. Never had I heard about this, but made a mental note to study more into this. So was shocked as was considerably well read. All of the students and chaperones seemed to find this a moment of solitude. Some prayed quietly.
Another somber area was the Princess Diana wing. She was a beautiful lady. While we had heard about her deadly crash, we didn't know much about her. I was surprised she wasn't a Royal until marrying Charles. Also all of us found her work with AIDS and land mine removal inspirational. She definitely in her short life accomplished a lot. Later on Mr Miller nicely brought up Camilla, but that didn't fascinate us. Princess Diana did. On to lunch.
We ate at a family place. Amanda, Emily, and Max took a table with me. One things for sure about females. They notice everything. When I walked to the loo as it's called there, Emily smiled at me on the way back and said "you and Max seem close." How could she possibly know? Was it our body language, or is there some connection that can't be explained? A nice lunch of various sandwiches and chips, as the Brits called fries, and some sodas to enjoy. They also brought us chocolate cake pieces that were tasty. I was hungry with my metabolism, and Emily gave me her piece to eat. I was thankful for that.
Finally as we boarded the bus, Mr Miller made us all happy. "Get ready for the Eye!" What a splendid surprise, although Emily told me, "I don't like heights." Max was kind to her, and told her, "you aren't alone, but a view of London is something you don't want to miss." It was an experience that I quiver writing about. The clear glass windows allowed us, views of Big Ben, Parliament, and the Thames River. We all were awestruck. Just a view that none of us knew about. Even Mrs Walker looked delighted for once, and Mr Miller had came through big with this afternoon event. We all were blown away by how smooth this large Ferris wheel was, along with how much bigger London was than we had thought.
We boarded the bus back for the hotel. Emily survived and was beaming about this. Max and I sat together again, and as the roads became more narrow, we appreciated the skill of the bus driver. Sure enough we were back across the Tower Bridge, and although I couldn't wait to go there, tonight there might be a different bridge that would be going up. We had some free time. Max called his family, and I did the same. While we all were independent, there was still enough youthful inexperience we all had in another nation far from the US. Although much was the same here, there were some discernible differences. As I hung up on my family, and dinner loomed soon, I planned on providing Max with more of an education in gay passion tonight.
To be continued.