Freshman Road Trip

Everyone is 18

Chapter 1: Flashing Games

It was the summer between freshman and sophomore year, that weird in-between stretch when you're technically an adult but still kind of a raccoon in a hoodie. We weren’t 21 yet, and only had a small chance of our shitty fake IDs working in any situation. My roommate—let’s call him Blake—suggested we road trip from Seattle to Miami instead of flying. “Why not make it a saga?” he said. I should’ve known then.

Blake had a reputation. Wild at parties, always the first to climb on a table, shout something unhinged, or strip down “for comedic purposes.” He had a larger than average salami in his pants, which is probably why he was so proud of it. All our friends had seen more of his body than anyone ever needed to, which was practically a campus rite of passage at that point. His nicknames had rotated from “Helicopter Boy” to “Pickle Man” to “Cock”. 

We weren’t very creative all the time. 

So when we set off on this seven-day adventure, I should’ve expected at least one streaking incident, maybe two. I didn’t expect… everything else.

The first real moment came within a day of leaving, when we were outside Portland. We had rented a convertible since it was late June, and we were blasting music when he removes his shirt at a red light, flexes his pecs and flashes a ridiculous body builder pose. A Prius full of retirees looked personally offended. Blake looked triumphant. I sank down into my seat. He didn’t back down, shouting, “Let the sunshine in!” 

This was on a typical rainy day in Portland.

At the hotel pool that night, he pulled another classic Blake move—swimming past me underwater with his trunks sliding just enough to reveal an entirely unnecessary amount of naked crotch. His noodle was floating around in the water under a neatly trimmed bush. I backed away instinctively when I saw it inches from my face, rising above the surface to breathe before I choked on the water. He casually floated toward me, his torso on a floatie toy, his shiny, bare butt cheeks sticking up above the water’s surface behind him. He was a hairless boy and his ass was white as snow.

“Hydrodynamics,” he said, deadpan. I smacked him on the ass, making him flinch, and told him he was banned from science forever. Some good-looking girls opened the gate to enter the pool area, and he daringly stayed naked under the water for a second as they set up their stuff on the chairs. He was looking between them and me with a big smile on his face, and his hands on his hips under the water. The underwater pool light was shining right at his crotch, and I saw him start to stiffen. What a freak.

I had to literally slap him to knock some sense into him. He sort of snapped out of it and put his shorts on. We chatted with the girls for a bit, and made plans to have breakfast the next morning before we left. They called it a night early, and Blake and I headed for the jacuzzi.

Once we bounced our asses into the steaming hot water, Blake was back to his rowdy recklessness. 

“Just us boys,” he said deviously as he fully removed his shorts. I put a hand over my face to disguise the nerves in my stomach. He turned around and positioned himself directly over one of the jets, and I found myself staring right at a dude’s ass. He was muscular and could make them clap. Why do I know that? I asked myself, groaning internally. 

He announced he was testing “centrifugal pleasure physics,” and made exaggerated spa faces. In a minute he claimed he was “transcending”. I said he was gonna get us kicked out. 

“Worth it,” he said quickly. 

He started to gently rock his body left and right, front and back, getting the jacuzzi jet stream over every part of his shaft. His head started to bob slightly, hypnotized by the sensations, and I saw his abs flex, and his butt tighten. His mouth dropped open as his body froze, but no sound came out. The more serious turn of emotional resonance was giving me a nervous hard-on. I tucked it away as best I could. He dropped down into a satisfied, seated position.

“Did you seriously just cum in front of me?” I asked, incredulous.

“It’s probably floated over to you by now.”

“Ohmygod I didn’t even think about your load!” I said, pushing the jacuzzi bubbles away from me.

I looked down at the water. It wasn’t perfectly clean. He laughed as I started to inspect every imperfection among the bubbles. I started to get out of the water, but remembered my erection and returned back to sitting, my crotch hidden safely below the bubbles. Blake started flicking water at me, calling me “cum boy”. 

“You’re the cum boy!” I said, laughing and splashing him back.

When we got too hot in the water, we decided to head out. He hopped out, flashing me his ass again, as usual, and quickly put on his shorts, commenting that they were wet and freezing. Getting out of the water made my erection go away and I followed my sociable companion back to our hotel room.

The comforters on the bed were fluffy, and I sank right into mine. I wasn’t ready to sleep, but I’ve always loved hotels and clean linens and all that. 

Blake started chatting on his phone immediately, like he was desperate to get started. 

“Who’re you snap chatting?” I asked when I saw the yellow notifications dropping onto his screen.

“The girls from earlier,” he responded quickly, eyes glued to his screen.

“Damn you work fast, can’t wait til breakfast tomorrow,” I said, hopeful.

“Nope, they left.”

“What?” I asked, stunned.

“Family emergency apparently, guess we’re on our own for breakfast.”

I was disappointed, but whatever, just one stop on a long trip. We hadn’t even gotten through Oregon yet. There was more to discover. 

I chatted with some friends back home, and had a phone call with my Mom. I probably rolled my eyes forty times as I assuaged her anxiety that I wasn’t going to get murdered. When I ran out of people to check in with, I noticed Blake was still snap chatting the girls, but it had progressed to sharing some photos. I could tell he was taking some shirtless selfies for them. He loved showing off his body, and he was including his pecs, and then his abs, and then very suggestively, his v-line, hinting even lower.

Suddenly, he ripped off his blanket to reveal his fully nude body and a massive boner that sprang up and slapped his abs. He started casually stroking it while he watched the “...” pop up from the girls. 

I was in awe of what I was witnessing. I almost offered to give him some privacy, but I was forzen. He glanced over at me. “Enjoying the show?”

“Lemme see what they’re showing you,” I beckoned.

“It’s nothing so far, they just asked me for my abs, but they’re saying some dirty shit. I think I could get them to make out for me.”

“Nice, do it,” I said, my teen hormones threatening to rip my body in half. 

After a minute of motivated typing, he perked up in bed, his boner now pointing forward, throbbing in mid air below his phone.

“They wanna do it,” he said, making my lips curl.

Then he suddenly started cracking up laughing. I asked him why, but he just kept guffawing, putting his arm over his face and falling onto his back. He tossed the phone onto the bed. “Look.”

I approached carefully, wondering what I was about to see, but cautious about getting too close to his oversized erection. The message changed things up a little bit.

I had to read it multiple times before I believed what I was seeing. My jaw dropped. 

Tiff: We’ll do whatever you guys do with each other. 

“No way,” I said, my head shaking as I joined Blake in laughter. What are we gonna do?

I sat on the bed next to him as I scrolled up their conversation. Damn. It really was a sexy chat. I started getting hard just reading what they had talked about doing to each other.

I held my boner with one hand through my shorts, relieving some pressure and pushing it down against my thigh. Suddenly Blake was sitting up next me, still as naked as the day he was born. I tried to quickly stuff my boner down between my thighs to hide it, but he didn’t react either way. He snatched the phone from me, and opened the camera, throwing an arm around me and taking a photo before I was ready. We were both still shirtless, and he had a big smile on his face, and I was looking stupid and unprepared for a photo, mouth slightly open. 

He captioned it, “we’re in”. 

He sent it before I could snatch the phone away from him.

“The fuck?”

“Why not?” he responded.

He got up close to my face. I was suddenly even more aware than before that he was naked. I felt my nerves travel from my head to my ass. I looked back at him like I was scared, but my cock was at attention. 

He planted a gentle peck right on my lips.

“Not so bad right?” 

I was sort of stunned, and watched as he sent a pic to the girls. I didn’t even realize he had taken a photo of the kiss. Within a few seconds we had a response. He opened it. It was the two girls kissing, gently holding each other by the face, matching what Blake had just done to me. The caption read, “what’s next?”

He smirked at his phone. He leaned down to my chest and stuck out his tongue, his eyes looking at his phone. He snapped a pic just as his tongue reached my nipple. I flinched, but the photo came out clear. Their response took a little longer this time. We waited with muted breath, and when we opened it, our jaws dropped in unison. One girl had lowered her top almost all the way to the nipple, and her tits were looking bubbly. The other girl had stuck out her tongue, making contact with the cleavage, and you could see her pierced tongue.

“Wild,” I muttered, reaching for my hard-on. Blake was still naked, and I smelled something familiar. Looking over, I noticed he had begun to produce a puddle of precum on his abs. There were strings of it touching various parts around his crotch from when he moved around. 

With another sudden movement, Blake escalated things. He jumped on top of me, his boner resting on my leg, and I flinched, looking at him like he was crazy. He reached both hands to the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down roughly, making my boner spring up. He didn’t even look at it, as he immediately jumped back next to me and grabbed his phone, angling a new selfie of us from below. 

“Hold it like this,” he said, wiggling his cock from the base. He was obviously bigger than me, and I had never seen an erection this close before. He was actually bigger than most people, I reckoned, but side by side, I actually thought they looked sort of… good together? It was aesthetic.

I held my own dick up in the air, angling it slightly toward him, and put on my best attempt at a sexy face. I didn’t know what I was doing, but these girls seemed horny for us, so I was uninhibited. Just before he snapped the pic, he got close enough that the tip of his dick actually touched mine. Our precum drops mixed where our flesh touched. I didn’t even flinch, pretending not to notice. We leaned forward, stroking ourselves while we waited to see what they would do next. 

Motherload.

Our eyes widened when the next pic showed both of them shirtless, no bra, just titties, and one of their hands was reaching into her panties.

I got so excited, I started literally looking forward to the next gay thing Blake was going to do to me. I couldn’t believe he pulled this off for us. Still, nothing could have prepared me for what he did next.

He started recording a video, and gentle put his other hand on the back of my neck. I looked at him confused again, until he applied some gentle pressure, pulling me forward. My mouth dropped open in shock.

“Yeah, open up,” he said, his voice suddenly devious. I didn’t know what to do, but with the girls on the other end of this, I figured it was only fair. I shrugged internally and lay my head down on his abs, looking down at his meat hog. I closed my eyes, opening my mouth wider to wait for what would happen next. He didn’t hesitate to push his crotch upward, placing the tip of his thick member at my lips. I closed my eyes harder, bracing for what was about to happen to me. Then, with a gentle thrust, it was in. 

And it wasn’t bad.

It just tastes like skin, I thought to myself, clean skin. Besides some salty pre-cum residue, it kind of reminded me of sucking my thumb. I relaxed as he let out a deep breath, clearly enjoying the sensation. I closed my lips and ran my tongue around it, suddenly completely unbothered. He pushed to the back of my throat and I gagged. He let me off and I sat up, not addressing the line we had crossed and stared at his phone as he hit send. We waited in silence for the response, and we were not disappointed. They were touching each other and moaning, only after replaying it four times did I realize what the caption said: “Fuck him”.

“Oh my god,” I muttered, almost under my breath.

“Should we?” he asked, not as disturbed as I was.

“Spread those cheeks loverboy,” I said, cringing at my own choice of words.

He laughed, and paused for a moment, the only hesitation I had ever seen in him since I had met him. 

“Only fair,” he finally said, followed by a long exhale. 

I grabbed some baby oil from my toiletries bag, and returned in a flash, suddenly excited, my dick throbbing. What was this even about anymore? I thought to myself.

He was waiting for me on his belly, his perky, hairless ass quivering in nervousness. He had the phone in selfie orientation, so the screen showed his face, his ass sticking out, and my naked self standing behind him, cock at forty-five degrees and angled slightly upwards, hard as steel. I squirted some baby oil onto myself, nervous to actually touch him, then dribbled some right onto his round, juicy hairless butt. He didn’t flinch, letting it run down between his cheeks to his hole. He hit record just as I started to climb onto the bed, I placed my aching erection between his cheeks, and they tightened up. It felt amazing already, the sensation overwhelming me. I thought I might cum right away. It was like a sort of orgasm already. The extreme, heightened awareness of every sensation. 

I pressed downward, letting his cheeks envelop me. I noticed I looked thicker down there than usual. I pressed forward until I felt resistance. I wasn’t even sure where his hole was. I started thrusting in and out, letting his cheeks massage my throbbing, greasy cock and feeling ecstatic from the sensations. We had had a fleshlight that we passed around the dorm Freshman year, and this was an even better version of that, already warm, and quivering on me. Just when I thought I was going to cum already, I paused, “buffering,” letting my cock calm down so I didn’t finish before the party even got started. He must have lost patience, because he actually reached back, grabbed my cock by the base, and aimed it at his hole, before lifting his ass up and pushing me inside. I started to cum immediately, pulsing wildly and making weird, involuntary sounds with my throat. I couldn’t help myself, and I pressed inward. He tensed up, but didn’t stop me, as I pressed down to the base, throbbing balls deep inside him. I let out another groan, and looked up to the phone, which was showing both of our faces. He had one eyebrow raised, a mix of confusion and arousal, while I looked like I had just run a marathon. My thin body had a layer of sweat on it, and made him look even more athletic, his back muscles almost rippling. He stopped the recording.

When I slowly pulled out, my cock was followed by a gush of my cum, leaking down to his balls and the comforter below us. I couldn’t really breathe, but I was satisfied in a way I didn’t expect. I sat back on my heels, suddenly not really caring what the girls were going to show us next. I still had to look, of course.

He sent the video to them, with the caption, “he nutted already 💀”.

I could feel a small amount of embarrassment, but it was distant, like I was sensing it from someone else. I was at ease. The kind of peace of mind that only comes after a really nice orgasm, or a pleasant epiphany, or... both.

“I think we scared them off,” he said after a minute, “they left me on read.”

“They’ll be back,” I assured him, then got up to head to the shower. I needed to clean myself, and also think about things. I started the water.

“Hey buddy,” he called to me, I poked my head around the corner from the bathroom, having resumed my normal sense of shame of my naked body.

“You forgot something,” he said, and turned to his back, letting his large cock float in the air above his abs. It was as hard as ever, and throbbing. The pre-cum exiting the tip was already flowing copiously. He smirked. “Only fair.”