Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2000 21:56:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew Lake <matthew_lake@yahoo.com>
Subject: senior-class-trip

Senior class trip
by Matthew Lake

Steve was always one of the "bad boys" in my small town high school.
Although he was a member of the wrestling team and did car repairs after
school at his Dad's service station, he had a reputation for using his good
looks to seduce the more naive co-eds, leaving one a single mother of his
first son, and whispered rumors of abortions in his wake as our high school
years progressed.

I distinctly remember hearing of Steve's sexual conquests second hand from
a friend named Chad.  Chad was generally considered a good kid, although it
was more because he just didn't get caught fucking up or, as was the case
with Steve who just didn't care what people knew as long as he got laid.
Chad related that he and another friend and Steve had been driving around
town (a practice called "cruising" and really one of the only things to do
in our town) and picked up Sonja, known for being pretty easy.  Chad
watched while Steve nailed her in the back seat before they dropped her off
on the square.

For years after that as I jacked off, I imagined that it was me, not Sonja,
that Steve had picked up.  That it was me he had degraded first by pushing
me down to suck on his cock before making me surrender my ass to him.  And
all of this while his friends watched my humiliation.

But as the end of our Senior year drew to a close, I had yet to even see
Steve naked, let alone be asked or forced to service him.  Which isn't to
say that I didn't take the opportunity to watch him swagger down the
hallway in tight jeans that hugged and accentuated his fantastic ass or his
bulging crotch.  Although it was my intention to sneak peaks, it's clear to
me know that my staring at Steve's treasures was obvious to anyone who
cared to see it.

So how did fortune befall me that as most of my senior class boarded the
school bus at 6:00 AM for our three-day senior trip to the Ozarks--our last
chance to party together as a class before graduation and the rest of our
lives--I ended up in the seat across from Steve.  The hours long busride
got underway and soon most everyone was asleep.  Although Steve was wearing
dark glasses, I quickly ascertained that he, too, was asleep, and began to
check him out in earnest.

He was probably about 5'10".  He wrestled at 171 lbs our senior year.  He
had short dark hair and brown eyes (although they were hidden behind
sunglasses at the moment).  His face was smooth, the way some guys are who
just haven't had to start shaving yet even as seniors in high school.  He
was wearing a clingy t-shirt that showed off his nice pecs and thick arms.
His jeans were as tight as always, hugging his thighs and capturing his
equipment as I could only imagine, although I spent time during the trip
looking closely for any impression that might reveal a detail or two about
his package.

Apparently, I was a little too obvious in my admiration and Steve was a
little less asleep than I had thought, because his hands slowly moved down
to his package and he started to stroke himself with his right hand while
his left rested on his thigh.  My breath caught in my throat as I knew I
had been caught in the act.  My eyes jumped from Steve's crotch to his
eyes, and I saw him smirk.  I could feel the blush move over my face from
my neck to my hairline.  Steve looked down to where he was rubbing and my
gaze fell involuntarily.  He began to pinch his nipple with left hand and I
could see that his right hand was clearly stroking his cock-tube in his
jeans.  It continued, and Steve motioned me over to sit next to him on his
seat instead of across from him in mine.

I moved over quickly never taking my eyes off his stroking.  He reached
over with his left hand to grab my left hand and place it on his hard cock.
I began to rub his manhood through his jeans picking up right where he left
off.  Being this close to him, I could smell his muskiness, not strongly,
but as if he had not showered since the morning before.  It penetrated me,
overwhelmed me, intoxicated me.  I realized that my own dick was rock hard
and throbbing as my heart raced.  Steve leaned over toward me and whispered
in my ear.

"I can't believe you are such a faggot for my dick."  I turned me head to
look at him, but he quickly and quietly reprimanded me.  "Look forward."  I
did.  "Now listen," he said as he reached over and began to lightly brush
my left nipple with his hand.  It hardened immediately.  "I've always seen
you checking me out, but I never thought I might need to use you myself
until this morning."  He pinched my nipple hard and unexpectedly, making me
jump slightly in my seat.  "Do not call attention to yourself, faggot," he
wispered matter-of-factly and pinched it again hard, but this time I did
not jump.  "There's no guarantee I will find some twat to pound on this
trip and if I don't, it might be nice to have your cocksucking mouth as a
back-up.  I know that you'd give anything to swing on my piece, so you will
make sure that your queer mouth is available if the need should arise.
Shake your head yes if you understand."  I did and he pinched my nipple
hard again maintaining the pressure, letting it build.  My eyes began to
water from the pain.  "Good," he said as he let go.  I drew in a deep
breath.

As my nipple throbbed and the blood returned to it, Steve moved my hand
away from his dick.  I continued to look forward, but could make out that
he was unsnapping his jeans and quietly sliding the zipper down.  As he
opened his pants, the smell of him became stronger.  He reached into the
band of his underwear momentarily, and then pulled his finger out.  He
leaned toward me, moving his finger to my nose.  "Something to remember me
by for the rest of the trip," he said and began to smear his pre-cum under
my nose.  At that moment, his powerful, masculine sent was a high like none
I've experienced to this day.  My reverie was broken though, as he finished
zipping up and leaned over one last time.  "Now get back to your own seat,
fag."

If you'd like the story to continue, email me at matthew_lake@yahoo.com