Date: Sun, 5 Apr 2009 10:51:27 -0500
From: Cam Delaney <camd2222@live.com>
Subject: Too Snowy to Fly, first submission

Too snowy to fly.
By Cam D.
Camd2222@live.com


I always liked flying.  My first memory was on a plane.  My mom took me to
the plane restroom on a flight to Hawaii.  I was just a little kid and had
no reason to go to Hawaii then.  I was so little that I fell through the
seat of the toilet.  In the attempt to pull my butt out of there, my mom
accidentally flushed the toilet.  I wasn't so small that I got sucked
outside the plane.  The pretty blue water swirled all around me and dyed my
butt blue.  It was a perfect blue moon.  The family enjoyed it very much.
They were all quick and happy to show my little blue butt to hotel staff,
beach companions, and even strangers.  We still refer to that event as the
Blue Hawaii thing.

That really doesn't have much to do with this story, it was a good memory
for me, even with the obvious embarrassments.  It does have to do with
flying and airports.

It was several years later when this story started.  I was just shy of my
13th birthday.  My body was in full blown puberty changes.  My little
wienie became a swinging 5 inches of dick, my balls plumped up and hung
low, and my pubes had grown in a perfect V above my dick.  I was skinny
enough that when I had an erection, I looked like I was mostly dick.  I
know I was thinking of sex almost all the time, well, thinking of jacking
off all the time.  Jacking off was the closest thing to sex at that time.

I was a clean and proper young man, I really didn't have much choice.  My
mother insisted I wear appropriate and well made clothes all the time.  If
I got a tiny tear in my pants on the playground, they were given to the
maid for her sons and the pants replaced at the first opportunity to shop.
Shopping with me or my sisters was my mother's second favorite activity.
Shopping by herself was her favorite thing.

Being a proper little boy or young man would usually make me one of the
biggest geeks in school.  Good or bad, I went to a private school full of
such proper boys.  We weren't quite that proper in the next few years, but
up to that point, I was so protected and naïve.  That could mean more
stories to be told in the future.

We had been on a trip to a farm or really a country home of a business
partner's of my father.  I perfected my video game skills there when they
realized that I wasn't going to last the week without something to do and
my father went out and bought the console and several games.  They may have
also realized that I was about to wear out my one playtoy, my dick.  I was
cranking on it whenever I was bored.  I was bored a lot!

It was in the middle of winter, it kept us from going out while at the
farm.  The weather was bad enough when we were there but it got really bad
on the day we were supposed to leave.  It was a little airport, but very
fancy.  I was so surprised to see something that nice in Arkansas.  It had
nice living room type chairs in the terminal, flower arrangements, and
pictures on the walls.  It also had the fanciest public restroom outside of
the country clubs.

My parents, two older sisters and I were loaded on the little plane.  The
door was shut and I thought we would be heading out soon.  I was able to
move back so that I had a row to myself, and a great window view.  It was
going to get dark and I had a blanket all ready to cover myself.  And a
pocket of napkins, I planned on jacking off right there on the plane.  I
got wondering if I could actually do it.  The plane moved a lot as people
walked around.  I got worried about people knowing I was jacking off by the
plane moving up and down.

They squirted the ice remover, and we waited.  Then another bath of ice
remover.  Everything outside was turning white, not just the ground but
also the air.  It was hard to see the airport building.  The pilot kept
talking.  He would tell us that he hoped to take off anytime.  Each time he
got on the speaker, my father would get madder and madder.  When the engine
turned off, my father stood up, grabbed his bag and pointed to us to get up
and off.  And sure enough, the pilot then told us we weren't going anywhere
that evening.

My mother went to the far side of the waiting area and dropped everything.
I stayed a few feet back from the desk.  My sisters were up close, watching
as my father tried to convince the gate agent to make it stop snowing.  He
made it clear that he had no intention of spending another night in
Arkansas.  She attempted to inform my father that he should be seeking a
local hotel and making arrangements to get there as the roads were getting
worse.  I think my sisters knew their fate and sided with the gate agent to
convince him to take that option.  I knew there wasn't much chance of that.
I just wanted to see if I could get the box holding the new game console
off the plane.

I heard my sisters call my father all sorts of names.  Most of the slang
and dirty words I knew at that time came from my sisters.  I learned that
my father was a dickheaded jackass.  We set up camp on a group of chairs
and couches in one corner of the waiting area.  We heard the announcement
that the café would be closing in 5 minutes and we should go and get our
provisions to last through the blizzard, or at least through the night.

I surveyed the rest of the refugees.  There were three businessmen, in
suits and overcoats, carrying laptop computers and luggage.  They gathered
at the table near the TV and swapped over to the 24 hour sports channel.
They would play poker most of the night and compare catalogs.

There were two college age boys.  They were in shorts and hiking sandals.
I thought it was weird that they didn't realize that it was cold enough to
not wear shorts and sandals.  They did have the right coats, with fleece
and a shell.  And they both had big backpacks, loaded with everything to
live on.  They would later talk to my sisters about what they were doing.
They were from Europe, either Denmark or Sweden, my sisters forgot.  They
were traveling America.  They found out that they could spend nights at
airports and no one would chase them out.  From what I know now, I think
they got their dicks sucked or at least got to squeeze some titties that
night.

Then the only other stranded passengers were a family from Arkansas.  They
weren't that far from the airport but their truck was too cold and they
didn't have good enough tires to make it all the way home.  So, staying at
the airport was better than going part of the way home.

The father had flown one other time in his life, but they had been to the
airport a couple of other times.  Once when it opened up and there was a
party and they gave out key chains and tee-shirts.  And then a couple of
times more when they just came to watch the planes and stuff like that.
The father looked like the stereotypical Arkansan, with an old cap on his
head, a NASCAR tee-shirt under a very colorful NASCAR leather jacket.  I
knew that if he had ever taken off the cap, we would have seen a mullet.

The mother thought everybody was a sweetie or a honey.  She had on a dozen
charm bracelets, a big red sweater with a razorback in a santa hats, even
if it was weeks past Christmas.

Then the two boys.  My running buds for the night.  I was right between
them in age.  They were about the same size, about 4 inches shorter than
me.  The first thing I noticed was that they smelled like the locker room
at school.  It wasn't a horrible smell but it just wasn't fresh and clean.
There clothes under their hoodies looked clean enough but not that new.  I
loved their hair.  Both had the same style, if it was a style.  It didn't
look like they had combed or brushed their hair when they got out of their
baths.  It looked really good though.  It looked wild and free.

I sat there and watched them for awhile.  They were loud and running around
at the other end of waiting area.  My erection was taking much of my
attention.  I was leaning back far enough that I could see the bulge in my
pants and when I flexed my dick, the rise was very obvious.  I made it my
own video game, every one of the boys would move across in front of me, in
front of my sights, I would flex my erection and score points with direct
hits.  I was irritating my parents by making a gunshot sound every time I
would shoot them.  I know they were happy to get me away from them when the
boys came over to see if I wanted to go do something.

I had been contemplating getting up to go jack off in the restroom when the
offer came.  I reluctantly accepted the offer, more like my father told me
to get off my butt and go with them.

They introduced themselves as Cale and Dale.  Stating that they were not
twins, it was just a NASCAR thing.  Their momma said that their dad had
forgotten that he named the first one Cale and didn't think about them
rhyming as much.  We wondered off and started to cruise around the
terminal.  We talked about the model airplanes in cases and where we were
from and school and things to get to know each other.  I couldn't
participate in the hunting talk.  I mostly just shook my head and agreed
when they talked about shooting turkeys and the difference in spring turkey
and fall turkeys.

The fun started when Cale said he really had to take a squirt.  That was
the first time I ever heard that expression and at first I thought he was
talking about jacking off, especially since he was pinching his dick
through his jeans.  We walked into the men's room and the automatic lights
came on and made the room way too bright.  Just before we unzipped, Cale
asked if we wanted to have a pissing contest.  I didn't like the idea of
pissing for distance, or for accuracy, it was too nice a restroom to mess
up.  I agreed to piss for duration.  Dale complained a little, since he
really didn't have to go but said he would do it.

The prize of contest was giving a pecker pinch.  I learned that is where if
you lose, you have to leave your dick out and have the head pinched hard by
the winner.  Since there were three of us, the first one to quit would get
a pecker pinch from each and the second one to quit would get a single
pecker pinch from the winner.  I knew I didn't have much of a chance.
Since I was toilet trained, my mother insisted that I tinkle before I went
anywhere or did anything.  As a result, I had the tiniest bladder of any
boy in school.  Its also why I always pissed in the restrooms on the
planes.

Even though Dale started late, I could see him pinching it off, he finished
first by a long way.  I could hear Cale's piss hitting the water hard and I
thought that maybe I had a chance.  Cale was still going strong as I was
shaking the drips.  Cale hollered out, "Leave `em out, boys!  Pecker
pinchin' about to start."

I wasn't sure that he was serious.  I thought that might be something that
brothers might do.  I didn't think it was something that he really wanted
to do with a kid he just met on a plane.  I thought it was exciting, a new
and different thing to do.  The idea of somebody putting fingers on my dick
was interesting.  Then Cale stood in front of Dale and got hold of Dale's
dick.  I couldn't see enough.  I did see Dale's face grimace in pain then
he punched Cale in the chest and said "No twisting!  You ain't supposed to
twist, jest pinch!"

I hadn't really thought about how I would have an erection when it was my
turn.  I was all but completely hard when Cale turned to me.  I left my
head and about an inch of dick outside my zipper.  I was prepared for my
head to be grasped between two fingers but Cale reached inside my zipper
and searched and found my pubes.  He said he was just checking to see if I
had any.  We all giggled, I was really a little proud that I had plenty of
pubes.  It shocked me enough that my dick was sucked back into my pants.  I
had to go fishing for it and bend it to get it out the zipper.  Dale's face
was just inches from my dick when Cale reached over and grabbed me.  It did
feel so good.  I felt a shiver go all the way through me.  Then he started
pressing his fingers together.  It felt good for a little.  Cale was
looking right in my eyes and smiling.  He wasn't hurting me and I didn't
know how long a Pecker Pinch was supposed to last.  Then he pinched hard
and it hurt enough that I pulled back.  It was a good Pecker Pinch, I
completed it.

I hadn't forgotten but Dale reminded me 3 times as I tucked my dick back in
my pants and zipped up that I had to do his.  I was smiling and waiting for
his dick to show up.  I could see most of his dick but I didn't see the
head.  I was waiting for that part to show up so I could grab it.  They
told me to go ahead, and not to be "ascared".  I asked where the tip was,
and they said it was right there.  It was the first uncircumcised dick I
had ever seen.  It was the first time that I knew there was such a thing as
circumcision.  I was the beginning of me realizing that I was circumcised.
It would take a couple more years to find out why.

I took his uncut dick in my fingers and began to squeeze a little.  I felt
around a little and found out that he did have a dick head under the skin.
Dale said that I could squeeze harder.  Then he whispered to me, asking me
if I liked what I was feeling.

It was the first time since I was 6 years old that I left a bathroom
without washing my hands with warm water and soap.  And I really should
have.  The scent of Dale's dick lingered on my fingers for quite awhile.

When we came out of the restroom, I really wanted to go back in and jack
off.  It had been too many hours since I let loose a few ropes.  Instead,
we walked back to the waiting area and my mother insisted that I sit down,
right now.  My sisters were giggling.  When Cale and Dale walked away, my
sisters leaned over to me and said that they could hear everything going on
in the restroom.  They said they always knew I was a little faggot.
Busted!  I had a huge wave of fear flood over my body.  I looked over at my
mother, she had her eyes closed but she looked like she had been sniffing
farts.  My father was on his cell phone, deep into a conversation, or
argument with the airline management.

I didn't know what was going to happen but I knew it wasn't going to be
good.

In just a few minutes, the airport cop said that he was going to leave.  He
would leave a couple of doors unlocked if we wanted to go outside and
smoke.  There wasn't going to be anybody there until the morning, or maybe
later if the planes weren't flying or if the pilots and flight attendant
couldn't make it back from the hotel.

The old guys kept playing cards.  The young guys were on the floor, leaning
back on their backpacks, looking and talking about my sisters.  My sisters
were reading their magazines and talking about how cute the young guys
were.  Both sets of parents were either sleeping or at least not paying
attention to the rest of the world.  And Cale and Dale never stopped
moving.  I couldn't resist as they went walking towards the front of the
terminal and waved for me to follow.

I caught up with them.  I told them that everybody could hear us playing in
the restroom.  They said they didn't care.  Their daddy didn't care either,
he was the one who taught them that game to start with.  They said that
daddies don't care.

We wondered around, trying all the doors in the place.  The ones that would
open just went into boring offices.  We found one with a bunch of keys to
the rental cars.  Cale wanted to take some and go see what cars we could
start.  I didn't think that was a great idea with all the snow.  I then got
a story about how great a driver he was in the snow.  Dale told him it was
BS, that there was a lot of difference in driving in a pasture compared to
trying to stay on the road.

We got to the café and bar.  There was a cage pulled in front of the
opening and a chain and lock.  We looked in and saw all the chips, cookies,
and candy.  Dale pushed on the cage and it swung away, pivoting at the
lock.  He showed that he could slip his head and shoulders through the cage
with very little problem.  I thought that if he could get his big head
through there, I could slip through easily.  Not that I wanted to break in.
We were stranded in a blizzard, we had to eat.  It was actually very easy
to slip through.

We picked up some chips and such.  Dale sucked down and entire box of
candy, barely leaving the cardboard. We set the stuff down when we went
behind the bar.  The liquor was locked up tight.  Cale and Dale acted like
they enjoyed the taste of whiskey.  I knew that was a lie.  But I got
another story about how much they liked to drink whiskey.

We did find that the door to the storeroom was open.  When we went in, we
say stacks of beer.  It took me longer to get convinced to drink a beer
than it did to get into the pissing contest.  It was bad.  I had wine
several times, and I started to like the good ones.  I liked champagne and
thought that is what beer was going to taste like.  Was I surprised!  To
me, it tasted like somebody had pissed champagne.  At least the first one
tasted bad.  The second was better, and the third went down pretty fast.

As the beer was working on my head, we got talking about girls, and sex,
and friends of theirs who did stuff with them, stuff much worse than Pecker
Pinching.  If you haven't figured out by now, I was very sheltered.  I
wasn't even sure about everything they were talking about.  It was like
they were talking about spring turkey hunting.  The word cornhole made
absolutely no sense to me.  Several of their buddies had cornholes.
Whatever a cornhole did, it was fun.

When I wasn't completely convinced that I had an appropriate cornhole for
them to use at the time, we got talking about doing something with the
beer.  I was more than a little buzzed and wanted to wait before another.
But we wondered if somebody else needed beer to survive the blizzard.  We
slipped back out and went right over to the old guys.  They still had the
cards out but were talking about their kids.  Cale asked them if they
wanted some beer.  He told them that he could get them some.

One old guy asked how much it would cost.  He offered $5 for a six pack.
We agreed and took a twenty.  Dale told them that it wouldn't be cold.  I
looked outside and said there was so much snow out there that they could
make it cold.  The old guys told me that I'd make a good beer drinker.  And
that I thought like a fisherman.

We did the same thing for the young guys, only that we got $10 for just one
six pack. We took a case and a half out of the store room.  We had to have
a six pack for us too.  I could wait though.  You thought that we brought
Christmas presents to the old guys.  Before long, they were drinking cold
beer and playing poker again.  One guy tried to talk us into playing, he
would show us how they do it in Las Vegas.

The young guys asked us if we could get more if they wanted it.  Cale
promised that he could.  That's about the time I saw my sisters coming out
of the men's room.  And head for where the young guys were sitting.  My
sisters said that guys are weird, that they couldn't believe that we would
really use the urinals.  They thought it was weird that we would stand next
to each other with our wienies out and not have doors and walls.  That got
the young guys talking about what they do in Europe, like standing behind a
wall in the middle of the street and pissing while people walk by.

All the talk about pissing and all the beer in me, made me head for the
men's room.  Cale and Dale were right behind me when they saw where I was
going.  I was sure that I had enough piss in me that I could win this time
but I couldn't even wait for the offer, I was pissing as my dick cleared my
zipper.

Cale didn't bother with his zipper, he just shoved his jeans and underwear
down to his knees and started pissing.  Dale was a little drunker than us
and he leaned on the urinal as he pissed.  I thought he was sleeping.

Cale didn't pull his pants up.  He asked me if I wanted to see something
sick.  Dale came back to life and got excited about the possibility that I
would see something.  Cale bent over and spread his cheeks.  I thought he
was just showing me his butt hole.  But Dale reached out and pointed to a
scar very near his hole.  It looked like a sewn up butt hole.  As Cale was
still bent over, he told me the story about his buddy Stew.  He thought it
would be funny to shove a mop stick up Cale's cornhole.  OH! That is what a
cornhole is!  Ok, I got one.  Ok, things made a little more sense.  Still
didn't know where the corn came from.

When Stew poked the mop stick up Cale's cornhole, he missed and it made
another hole in his taint.  The word taint was new to me too.  Until Dale
asked me if I knew where his taint was.  Then quickly ran his and up and
down Cale's taint.  OK, that was explained now too.  But I watched as
Cale's cornhole blinked tightly as Dale's hand got close.

I was drunk enough to not realize that I was staring right at a butt hole.
I was suddenly aware that I could see butt hole and the back of his balls,
and his pubes.  His hole didn't have much hair but his balls were covered
with light brown fuzzy hair.  I had maybe 3 hairs on my balls, plenty above
my dick, but only the 3 on my balls.  I didn't know up until then that hair
grew that much on balls.

Cale never did get close to pulling his pants up again for several hours.
I did have to look to check things out.  I didn't know that boys underwear
came in beige or really ecru.  I also discovered what was smelling so much
like a locker room.  Both of their underwear smelled like that.  And both
pairs were that dingy beige, the same color as their socks.

I did check out the scar a little closer, as well as checking out the pubes
on he balls.  Then Cale stood up and turned around.  His erection was
staring me right in the face.  Although, I was looking directly at his
pubes.  He had more than me.  They were much lighter in color.  And they
were not quite as kinky as mine.

My eyes then focused on his dick.  He was also uncut and only a little bit
of his head was visible.  I asked him right out what was wrong with his
dick.  I know he got his feelings hurt.  Then he realized that I was
talking about his foreskin.  He had my cut dick in his hand, so he knew I
was cut.  He knew the difference and what had been done to me.  He did
explain about his foreskin.  Then he pulled the skin back and I jumped
back.  It was like some alien poking out of the tip of his dick.  His head
was wet and red.  And I smelled a strong scent.  I could tell there was
some cum.  And some of it was old cum.  It smelled like the towels that I
would shoot into at home and then keep around until I could sneak into the
laundry.  I didn't want the maid to know I jacked off.

My head was buzzing with the excitement of seeing another boy's dick and
from all the information coming my way.  I wanted to not be as drunk, I was
afraid I couldn't remember it all when I stopped being drunk.  I didn't
realize that I rubbing my dick through my pants.

When Cale pulled the skin back, Dale chimed in and wanted to show me
something else.  Dale didn't think I would know about it since I didn't
have skin.  Dale pulled his jeans off, stepped right out of them.  I saw
his dingy underwear and saw the tent his erection was making.  Then his
underwear seemed to disappear in front of my eyes.  His 4 inch dick was as
hard as a rock.  His foreskin was hanging over the end of his dick.  He had
short pubes and not that many of them.  His dick and pubes looked just like
his older brother's, just a size smaller.

He told Cale that he wanted to show me how to dalk.  I hadn't head what
dalking was but I almost shot cum when I watched Dale pull his foreskin
open and Cale slide his dick inside of that.  They let go and the dicks
were attached.  I was amazed at that.  I just stared and massaged my
erection.  There was a little pop when they backed up and there dicks
pulled apart.

They both asked me if I would show them what I had.  I wasn't even going to
stall.  I wanted to jack off, I thought my balls were going to explode.
But just then, the young guys walked in.  Cale and Dale heard them walking
in and they shuffled into the handicap stall.  I just stood there, looking
extremely stupid or at least drunk.

The guys told me that I did good getting them beer and that they needed
more when I could get more.  Then they started talking in their native
language.  I could tell they called me the little bother.  They pissed and
then pulled out their dicks and washed them over the sink.  They were uncut
too.  And hung.  They had to be 8 inches limp and soft.  They washed their
dicks and talked and laughed.

A couple of years later, I heard my sisters talking about how nice it was
for those guys to wash their dicks.  It was a couple of years after that
when I realized why it was nice.  My sisters still won't tell me outright.

When they left, I went into the handicap stall with Cale and Dale.  We even
locked the door as if the partial door would provide us with anymore
privacy or protection.  I watched as they played with their dicks, even
pulling and wiggling each other's.  There was twisting too, which Dale
still didn't like.

Being in the stall, allowed the automatic light switch to not detect us.
In a few minutes, the lights went out and we were left with the glow of a
single light and the exit signs.  It made me braver.  I slipped off my
shoes, removed my pants and hung them on the hook and then wiggled out of
my underwear.  Even in the dim light, you could tell my underwear was snow
white, such a difference with theirs.

When my erection went on display, Dale went a little crazy.  He got so
excited that he started jacking off fast.  He reached out and slapped my
dick a few times before Cale got him to stop.  For several minutes I was on
display.  And they didn't mind reaching out and touching.  They were
checking out my circumcision scar.  They felt my balls.  They ran their
fingers through my pubes.  We also stopped talking.

Cale held my balls in his hand and he leaned forward and before I knew what
he was doing, he put my dick in his mouth.  I giggled like I was a little
girl.  I wanted to tell him to quit or at least ask him what he was doing.
I went on my tip toes and leaned against the wall.  I had to think to
breathe.  Cale quit long enough to tell Dale that I tasted really good,
really clean.  Cale went back to sucking as Dale was trying to get a turn.
And he did.  I felt that sudden rush go through me again.  Dale's mouth
felt tighter and smaller.

I could feel my cum building up.  I was close when Cale had to get another
turn.  I saw Dale lean back, smile, and wipe his chin and mouth.  Cale took
over, things were getting juicy.  This time, Cale was moving his head back
and forth more.  I was clenching and trying to hold my cum.  I tried to
push Cale off, then really shove him off.  When he grabbed my butt in both
hands and held on tight, all I could do was back off and let it fly.  I
filled up Cale's mouth with cum, I heard him gag on it and snort like it
went up his nose.

They both sat back and looked at me and were making comments that I still
don't know what they mean.  I couldn't move.  That was by far the best cum
I had ever had.  The only one caused by somebody else, at least completely.
I also expected to see Cale spit my cum in toilet paper.  He just swallowed
the whole mess.

I slid down to the floor.  I felt very weird.  I wasn't very comfortable
sitting almost naked with a wet red dick and with two other mostly naked
boys.  They kept talking.  They told me a couple of stories about other
boys' first blowjobs.  They also got me to tell them about how and when I
jacked off.  They wanted to know about the other stuff I did.  Other than
sticking little things up my butt, I didn't do anything.  And it had been
several years since a jawbreaker had been squeezed into my cornhole.

They kept their eyes on my dick and I watched theirs carefully.  About the
time my boner was coming back to life, Dale said that it was only fair that
I suck their dicks.  As drunk as I was and with the way that I was feeling
from cuming, I was willing to give it a try.  Dale insisted being first.
He stood up in front of me.  As he got closer, that scent go so strong.  I
was paying more attention to how he smelled than that his dick was rubbing
on my lips to get my mouth open.

I opened my mouth and Dale carefully slid his mouth in.  I closed my mouth
and started to suck on it like I was trying to pull his cum out through a
straw.  The taste was intense.  It sure wasn't a clean taste.  It was like
rare steak, but also mixed with caviar.  I found out where the flavor was
concentrated when I pushed my tongue inside his foreskin.  I had learned a
few things when they sucked me.  I wanted to do it right.  Cale got right
next to my face and let me know that Dale can cum, not just dry.  I found
that out about 3 seconds later when he grabbed my hair and held on while he
shot his hot cum into my mouth.  I didn't want to swallow.

Cale had about as much watching as he could stand.  I still had a mouth
full of cum when he stuck his dick in my mouth.  He started to move my head
back and forth like he was jacking off.  It was hard but I wanted my tongue
inside his foreskin.  When he realized what I was doing, he let me and he
moved his hips around to get me to tongue the best spots.  He warned me but
wouldn't let me back off when he started to shoot.  His cum tasted hotter,
and creamier than Dale's.  It was then that I realized that I had swallowed
Dale's cum little by little as I sucked Cale.

I was boned up and just flopped on the floor.  I played with my boner and
felt like I needed to cum again soon.  They leaned on the wall and toilet
and smiled.  They told me a few things about cuming and how cum wasn't bad
for you.

They saw that I was still erect.  They asked me if I would just jack off so
that they could watch.  I agreed.  They started telling me about how they
did that for a coach at their school.  The closest I ever did was jack off
near a window on the 33rd floor of a hotel.

It was still weird jacking off with boys who were there to see you jack
off.  And they were quiet and watching closely.  I held out my hand and
shot into it as they watched closely.

We left, and I could smell myself.  I smelled like a pot of cum.  I
wondered what my breath smelled like.  Beer was bad enough, cum was worse.
I couldn't find my toothbrush but my sister left her bag on the couch and I
used her toothbrush to get rid of the smell.  I didn't know where the girls
were.

I did get some sleep.  We woke up when the security brought us all a bunch
of donuts.  Dale, Cale and I sat there like good little boys and ate.  We
finally got out of there right after noon.  About the time that they
started to open the café.

I had stories to tell my friends back home.

So, let me know what you think.  I don't write many of these but a recent
delay in an airport made me think about it and gave me plenty of time to
compose it.  Email me, I would like to hear from you.  Camd2222@live.com