Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 01:58:05 EST
From: Hangn4fun46@aol.com
Subject: The Choir Tour

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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