Previously: JT had informed Sam that he would be servicing two or three of the Hot Shots on an overnight trip to Houston.
A few days after Wayne and I had sex, I returned to his house with my trombone. His mother was home, so we kept our clothes on and practiced our music as usual.
A couple of days after that, JT picked me up for the trip to Houston. As he drove me to the high school, he laid out his expectations for me. I was to provide as much sexual service to Jim and Dewey as they desired, and I was to obey them in every way. "Obedience to them," JT said firmly but quietly, "is obedience to me."
Matt would be coming along as well. JT instructed me to serve and obey Matt, as well, so long as it did not violate Jim's rules. "Pay attention to Jim, because he is still building his expectations for Matt." JT had placed me fully at the service of each and every one of the Hot Shots, but Jim might have a narrower range for Matt. JT reminded me, "This will really be their first time together since Matt officially became Jim's bound cadet."
JT also gave me an article of clothing and told me to put it in my little overnight bag. It was a sky blue swimsuit that he used to wear. For me, he had cut out the liner. Once we got on the road to Houston, JT told me I must strip off my own clothes and put on the swimsuit. I was to wear nothing else other than shoes, unless we went to a restaurant or some place where a shirt would be required. And, he added with a nod, "without a liner, when that swimsuit gets wet, it will leave nothing to the imagination."
It was the kind of perfect idea that only JT could come up with. Most of my body would be exposed for most of the trip. What little clothing I wore would be provided my him, holding my dick and my ass as it had previously held JT's dick and ass. And once it got wet at the hotel swimming pool, the swimsuit would reveal everything, but still technically be legal. If I popped a boner, which I surely would, everyone would be able to see.
We arrived at the high school to find Dewey and Jim with Mr. Hansen, the high school band director. They were standing next to a white cargo van. JT stopped to let me out of the car with my little bag, then he waved to the others. They waved back, and then JT was off. Jim introduced me to Mr. Hansen. "Welcome aboard," Mr. Hansen said to me, since I would be a new freshman in his band. "It's going to be a great year. I can see you've already chosen some good friends."
The back of the van had been loaded with a xylophone, a disassembled sousaphone, and two French horns in their cases. These were the instruments that needed repairing, and the best company for doing maintenance and repairs was in Houston. The repairs were not paid for by the school or the school district; it was the "band booster" club that took care of such things. This was not official school business, which would have required a lot more cost and bureaucracy.
Mr. Hansen wished us luck and told us to be careful. We got into the van, and started it up. Jim and Dewey sat up front, and I sat on a bench in the back. Dewey was behind the wheel, since he was the one with the driver's license. Jim told me we were going to pick up Matt before heading out of town.
A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of Matt's house. He was ready and waiting with his overnight bag. He was wearing some navy blue shorts and a striped muscle shirt. He looked great. Even though his clothes were casual, he was the best dressed of our crew of four.
Once we got on the interstate, I made my way to the back of the van, took off my clothes and put on the sky blue swimsuit. When I came back to the front, wearing only my sneakers and the swimsuit, I told the other guys, "JT's orders." It was a little awkward without JT actually being present. But it accomplished exactly what he (and I) both wanted: I stood out from the others, as a cadet, my body and soul ready to serve.
Jim wanted to sit on the bench in the back with his own cadet, so Jim and Matt moved to the back and I sat up front with Dewey. It was a very plain utility van, but it had good air conditioning and an AM radio. Dewey asked me to find some music, so I found a radio station playing pop music and we went down the road like that for a while.
Jim and Matt were cuddling and smooching a little bit, but their clothes stayed on and they mostly talked. Dewey called them "the honeymooners" which was on target. They had just committed themselves to this relationship, and this was their first chance to really be alone, or at least sort of alone.
Dewey was focused on driving the van. He was doing a man's work, driving a cargo van down the interstate highway to make a delivery in the largest city in Texas. My heart and my dick were full of desire. I was drawn to guys who were competent and confident. A big dick and big muscles are nice. But a strong man of good character who knows what he's doing was irresistible to me.
About noon, we pulled into a rest area adjacent to the interstate. Jim's mom had packed a box with sandwiches, chips, and some cans of soda. The rest area had covered tables, so we sat around one of them and ate our lunch. The rest area also had water fountains and restrooms.
Dewey went off to the rest room, and when he returned to the table, he tapped me on my bare shoulder and told me to come with him. He took me to the men's room and steered me toward one of the toilet stalls. He wasn't speaking, but he motioned for me to go in and shut the door. He did the same in the adjacent stall.
I didn't need to poop, so for a moment I was confused. Then I noticed a couple of round holes in the wall that separated me and Dewey. And suddenly, Dewey's cock and balls were poking out through one of the holes. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that Dewey had brought me into the restroom so that I could give him a blow job.
His dick was stunning. I had never really taken a good look. Usually Dewey was naked, and I was dazzled by his whole body. And mostly his dick was inside my ass. But now it was on display, by itself, and it was worthy of admiration. Fair skinned guys have dicks that are tinged with purple or pink. But Dewey was a swarthy Sicilian. His whole package was a nice, even bronze color.
I did not know that this kind of setting was called a "glory hole." And I'm sure Dewey did not know that either. He had figured out what it was for. But it did make his dick look "glorious."
I did not waste any time. I got down on my knees and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth. I very gently massaged his balls with one my hands. He quickly turned fully hard. I started to actively work his shaft. I knew from previous experience that once Dewey was turned on, it would not take him long.
But just as it seemed he was getting close to blowing his load, some guys came into the restroom. They were laughing and talking loudly. Dewey quickly pulled away. A moment later, he left the stall. Before I left, I reached into JT's swimsuit and re-adjusted my boner so that it pointed sideways. Perhaps that would be less obvious.
When I got back to the picnic table, Dewey was there with the others. He told me to come with him to the van. Jim and Matt continued to sit at the table; they probably knew what was going on. My boner had subsided a little, but anyone who looked would notice. Matt, who was just as gay and just as horny as me would surely look.
In the van, Dewey pulled down his shorts and underwear and sat on the bench in the back. I got down on my knees and resumed the job I'd started in the men's room. No one could really see what was going on. If someone looked directly in the windshield, they would see the upper part of Dewey sitting in the back, but they would not see me sucking his cock.
He came quickly and plentifully. I now understood that Dewey was turned on by things that were kinky or forbidden. Our semi-public sex in the toilet stalls and in the van got him juiced up.
We went back to the picnic table, with my own cock quite visibly hard in the thin fabric of JT's swimsuit. We finished our sodas, threw away the litter, and got back in the van. Next stop: Houston, the biggest city in Texas.
Sam has just had his first taste of public rest room sex, which was one aspect of gay life in the 1970s. What will happen in Houston when the four of them check into a motel with a pool? Keep reading to find out.
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