Freshman Road Trip 02

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 2: Mormon Boys

I stirred awake early, my eyes shot open with the memories of last night crashing into my consciousness like a tidal wave. The taste of Blake’s load lingered in my mouth even through the night, the sensation of thrusting into him and having an intense orgasm fresh in my mind. I felt a mix of confusion and arousal, my body reacting with a literally aching morning wood before my brain could catch up. My hand instinctively drifted to my crotch, fingers brushing against the stiffness.

I turned my head slightly, and there he was—Blake, lying on his back, completely naked, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. His abs were on full display, a faint sheen of sweat glistening in the sunlight drifting in through the window. My eyes trailed lower, and I saw his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking lazily while he was still half asleep. I watched him, transfixed. He wasn’t trying to hide it; in fact, he seemed entirely unbothered by my presence. The vibe had shifted.

His gaze flicked to me, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Morning, cum boy,” he said casually, giving me a surreal clash between what I was seeing and the tone of his voice.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “What… what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” He gave his cock a firm stroke, his grin widening. “Relax, it’s just a morning routine. Helps clear the mind.”

I stared, my own erection pressing against the sheets. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—embarrassment, curiosity, a strange sense of longing. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. His cock was thick, veins running along the shaft, the tip glistening with precum. He stroked himself with ease, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

“You gonna join me, or just keep staring?” he teased, his eyes locking onto mine.

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. Last night had been wild, but this… this felt different. More intimate. More real. There weren't any girls to perform for. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. “I… I don’t know.”

He chuckled, the sound low and throaty. “Relax, dude. It’s just jacking off. No big deal.”

I watched as his strokes became more urgent, his breathing harder. He let out a soft groan, and I felt my own cock twitch in response. My body was betraying me, reacting to him in ways I couldn’t fully understand. I reached down, my fingers brushing against the waistband of my boxers. I hesitated for a moment before sliding them off, my cock springing free.

Blake’s eyes followed the movement, his grin widening. “There we go. That’s more like it.”

I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking myself slowly, my eyes never leaving his. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the occasional soft groan escaping our lips. I felt a surge of adrenaline, a strange mix of shame and excitement coursing through me.

Blake’s strokes became more erratic, his breathing harsher. He let out a low groan, his body tensing as he came, ropes of cum shooting onto his chest. I watched, mesmerized, my own hand moving faster. I felt the familiar tension building in my groin, my breath hitching as I came, my cum spilling onto my stomach.

We lay there for a moment, the silence stretching between us. I felt a strange sense of camaraderie, a bond that I couldn’t quite put into words. Blake broke the silence first, his tone light and teasing. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re impossible, dude.”

He grinned, sitting up and reaching for a towel. “Yeah, but you love it.”

I didn’t respond, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. We cleaned up while he started singing recent popular songs out loud.

We grabbed breakfast at a nearby diner, the atmosphere between us oddly normal. We talked about the road trip, the places we wanted to stop, the things we wanted to see. Last night’s events were mentioned only in passing, a casual “that was wild” from Blake, a noncommittal “yeah” from me.

"Did those girls ever message back?" I asked when it hit me mid-day that we had never discussed it.

"Nah, flakes," he dismissed quickly. I didn't tell him that I had seen more snapchat notifications on his phone, in case he was trying to hide it for some reason.

The drive through Idaho was uneventful, the miles stretching out before us. We stopped at a bar in a small town, hoping to get a drink, but were quickly turned away when they asked for our IDs. Blake, ever the optimist, laughed it off. “Guess we’ll have to stick to water for now.”

In Utah, we met a group of Mormon boys from BYU at the next table when we stopped for food. We started talking, instigated mainly by Blake, and eventually it was like we were all sitting at the same table. They were polite, friendly, and surprisingly open about their own little secrets. Blake has a way of getting people to open up. His short-term girlfriend he had the previous year always called him "charming and disarming".

When Blake brought up dick size, he was quickly challenged to prove his size to the Mormons.

"It's as big as he says," I said in support before we ended up in a literal dick measuring contest.

"So you've seen it in action?" asked Brax, one of the Mormon boys.

I could feel myself turn a bit red, but forced a light smile and said, "yeah".

When Brax still looked unconvinced, Blake turned his phone to their table, showing his hard cock held up next to a water bottle, clearly longer. They started to laugh at his brazenness. One of mormon guys, a tall, slightly muscular blonde named Oliver, claimed that had a cock that was just as impressive as Blake’s. Clearly the Blake of their group, he said we could go out to a nearby corn field to compare. The other guys started to look at each other a bit oddly, like are we really going to do this with some city boys? I honestly got a bit excited–it's not like there was anything else going on in this small town.

The air was thick with tension as we stood there, the boys exchanging knowing glances. Oliver stepped forward, his eyes locking onto Blake’s. “You guys ever done anything like this before?”

Blake grinned, his confidence never wavering. “Not with a group, but I’m always up for something new.”

I hesitated, my nerves getting the better of me. But then I caught Blake’s eye, and something in his gaze calmed me. “I’m in,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, the silence broken only by the rustling of corn stalks in the breeze. Finally, Oliver shrugged and grinned, pulling down his pants to reveal his soft cock. It was thick, even in its flaccid state, and I could see why he’d been so confident. Blake, never one to back down from a challenge, followed suit, and soon we were all standing there, our cocks out, comparing sizes.

“Alright, but let’s make this interesting,” Blake said, pulling out his phone. “We gotta get hard. Everyone good with porn?” The Mormon guys exchanged nervous glances, but curiosity won out. They nodded, and Blake pulled up a video.

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and gasps as the video played. The Mormon guys, who had clearly never seen much porn before, were instantly hard, their cocks twitching with excitement. Oliver’s was as big as Blake’s, but thicker, and he couldn’t help but grin with pride.

"Wow porn works magic, it's like a drug, just like they say," he said, while he started touching himself and rubbing the pre-cum into his throbbing shaft.

Brax, looking a bit sheepish, asked, “Have you guys ever actually had sex with a girl?” Blake and I exchanged a look, then launched into stories of our past experiences. The other guys listened intently, their hands moving slowly over their cocks as they stroked themselves. We felt bad for them, but had a lot of fun sharing with poor sheltered guys. The tension in the air was palpable. I could feel my own arousal building. I had already opened a door the night before with Blake, and I had a thought about paying it forward with these pent-up fellows.

I looked Brax, the smaller one between them, in the eye. "You want me to blow you?"

Before I knew it, I was on my knees, his cock in my mouth. Blake followed suit, taking Oliver into his mouth. The other two Mormon guys watched, wide-eyed and clearly turned on.

Soon, Brax was reciprocating, his mouth wrapping around my cock, while Oliver did the same for Blake. The sensations of the most amateur, inexperienced blowjob you could imagine were overwhelming. But he made up for it by taking direction and having a lot of enthusiasm. It wasn’t long before we were all gasping and moaning in various types of sixty-nine, bodies trembling with pleasure. I grabbed some ass, and even ate Oliver's ass for over ten minutes while he groaned on my cock. We eventually came together, our cum mingling in the dirt as we collapsed onto the ground, spent and satisfied. Blake came in Oliver's mouth while he jizzed into mine, and the bystanders moaned, cumming simultaneously while we watched them encouragingly.

It was a surreal experience, but just like the night before, after I came, I felt a sense of connection, of camaraderie. When I got with a girl, I normally came and then just kind of felt like leaving. That's why I never wanted a girlfriend. I only stayed to hang out with girls to make them feel good after we fucked. But with the guys, who were on the same level as me, it felt much lighter. The Mormon guys exchanged numbers with us, said a casual group "thanks" and headed back.

As we cleaned up and headed back our car, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of exhilaration, knowing that this was just the beginning of whatever wild journey Blake and I were on. I couldn’t help but think about the bond we shared. It was strange, this thing between us, but it was also undeniable. I didn’t know what the future held, but for now, I was content to live in the moment.

Blake turned to me as we got back to the car, a mischievous glint in his eye. “So, what now?”

I grinned, feeling a sense of exhilaration I hadn’t felt in a long time. “We'll see where the road takes us.”

We got to our hotel for the night, but they only had a single queen bed for us to share. "No problem," said Blake without even asking me. The guy behind the desk gave us a weird look, and I just shook my head. This isn’t the kind of area to flaunt being sexually adventurous.

Once we were in the room, Blake admitted the girls from the night before had been chatting with him. “They want to continue,” he said with a smirk, holding up his phone. I felt a mix of excitement and nerves as we agreed to send more pics and vids to them. My erection returned as hard as ever. I almost wished I didn't get hard so easily.

I was curious how long this would go on and what the girls might expect from us this time around. Blake and I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone. In the first pic, we showed our dicks, and they flashed their boobs in response. The tension was electric. We decided to escalate, sending videos of us jerking each other off while the girls reached into their panties on their end.

At one point, I rubbed Blake’s precum around his cock, the slickness making the moment feel even more intimate. Then, almost impulsively, we leaned in and started making out. It was shockingly intense, even compared to fucking him in the ass the night before. Our tongues tangled, and I could taste the saltiness of his skin mixed with something uniquely him.

“Fuck,” Blake murmured against my lips, his hand moving to my cock. I returned the favor, taking him into my mouth, my head bobbing as I worked him. He returned the gesture, his mouth hot and wet around me. Things escalated again so quickly—we popped our dick heads into each other’s asses, the sensation raw and primal. At one point, Blake forced my head down onto his cock, taking control, and I loved it. I sucked him with everything I had, my own cock throbbing as he jerked me off onto the bed. When I came, I was so lost in the moment I literally didn't even think about breathing. He flipped me over onto the bed, set the phone on the nightstand facing us, and mercilessly stuffed my throat. He pounded so rapidly I could hear his body slapping against my face. I was quickly covered in tears and throat juices, groaning and retching while I looked through watery eyes up at the primal look on his face. He wasn't just doing this to get off, he enjoyed using me. When he finally froze and came, I swallowed his load without hesitation, sucking the remainder out like a straw.

“That one’s just for us,” Blake said afterward, saving the last video instead of sending it. We showered naked afterward, not addressing any of the wildness from today, and we climbed back into bed. We chatted about lighter topics and eventually fell asleep, but my dreams were restless. Later in the night, I woke up to Blake jerking off yet again, and I couldn’t resist joining in, I watched his hand pumping under the blanket while I cranked out a load of my own, letting it land between us.

"You got my side wet," he said sleepily, his fatigue finally catching up with him. He rolled over onto my side facing me on his side, quickly closing his eyes. I faced away from him, but submitted to my urge to scoot back, touching his chest with my back. Our naked bodies touched, and I felt an overwhelming sense of serenity rush over me. He put an arm around my chest, and pressed his bare dick onto my naked ass. My head rushed with ecstasy and I fell asleep quickly, holding his arm.

The first couple of days had certainly not been boring.