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Dorm Encounter 19 of 23: On Tour with the Choir
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Dorm Encounters XIX: On Tour with the Choir!
If you've never sung in a college choir, you will have
little to go on to imagine all of what I am about to tell you,
but bear with me. It'll be worth your while, I assure you!
I have sung in our university's choir for three years now
and have finally become not only the Section Leader for the
Tenors, but the Stage Manager as well. As such, I am responsible
for tranporting the orchestra's equipment and instruments as well
as our own when we go on tour.
This particular year that I am writing about, we were given
the opportunity of a lifetime: a huge tour covering many states
with six television appearances as we travelled around. We had
our own representative from our state's public television network
documenting all aspects of our trip, and we found the attention
he and his crew gave us a real trip. Of course we were stifled
into our best behaviors at times, but it was OK knowing that a
television special was being made about us in the process.
Our tour took us to several large cities with many stops in
small towns in between. The choir rode on one bus and the
orchestra rode on the other. The two directors drove in a car
leading the pack, and I, as Stage Manager rode in a 15 passenger
van with the equipment. I had a hard time at first keeping up
with the busses, but they learned to watch for me and we had a
wonderful time.
At each location, we would be housed either in college dorm
rooms (if we were singing on a campus) and in alumni homes if we
were singing in churches or places like that. I had chosen a guy
named Rob to ride in the van with me, not really because he was
good looking or anything, but because I knew the long driving
hours could be taken care of quickly with his witty
conversations.
The first several days went uneventfully, the camera crew
doing its job and we doing ours. On about the fourth day, the
conversation in the van finally turned to sex (it had to sooner
or later-- you know me!) and I discovered that though Rob was
straight as an arrow with a girlfriend in the Soprano section, he
was very curious about gay sex and the gay lifestyle in general.
I found great pleasure leisurely describing my life to him and
what adventures I had expereienced to that point, and he hung on
every word with utter fascination.
At one point, the cameraman asked to ride with us as his van
was quite cramped and we let him ride in the back. The
discussion of sex continued and I was quite aroused to find that
this hunky man was gay and looking for some action.
We arrived at our stop for the night, a small provincial
town near a big southern city and were given our housing
assignments. I was quite surprised to find that Rob, the
Cameraman and I had been sent to a hotel when alumni housing ran
short. We agreed to share a room to save the school some money,
and settled into our HoJo room with no trouble. It had been
decided that it would be logical for Stuart, the cameraman and I
to sleep in one bed and let Rob have the other to himself.
We went to dinner and came back and lay on the two beds
watching TV. Stuart and I were lying close together and before
too long, his scent began to empassion me. I reached around his
stomach and pulled him to me, caressing him lightly. I looked
over at Rob who had been watching us and had quickly turned his
head. I giggled and leaned down to kiss Stuart. He kissed back
with a vengance and we were soon locked in a lover's embrace,
swapping spit and moaning slightly. We broke apart and looked at
the other bed, only to find Rob staring intently and groping
himself openly.
I got up on my knees and ripped my t-shirt over my head and
pulled my shorts and underwear off, my cock bouncing to my
stomach. Stuart watched my display in fascination, stripping as
he went. I got my first really good look at him and I discovered
that five years of carrying a camera had been good to him. His
chest was well defined, his arms were huge and masculine, his
butt's two little round globes looked tight and delectible and
his cock, though shorter than I usually like them, was
magnificently hard.
Rob watched this disrobing with great interest and when we
settled down to a good sixty-nine, he seemed utterly fascinated.
Stuart and I sucked each other expertly, drawing each others'
cocks in and out of our warm mouths. I fingered his butt and
found it to be quite tight and very warm. He squirmed on my
finger and began rooting around in mine as I pressed my long thin
finger against his prostate gland.
Rob was openly groping himself and rubbing what appeared to
be a pretty good sized cock through his jeans. I looked over at
him and suggested, "Why don't you take it off, big guy, and come
join us?"
He said, "I'm fine, man. Just watching you guys go at it is
getting me really hot! You should see what you guys look like
doin' that!"
Stuart and I thought of the same thing at that moment: why
not see it? He jumped off the bed and quickly set up one of the
smaller cameras he had been working with and aimed it at the bed.
He started it rolling, shooting me working my thick cock with my
hands, eyes closed and moaning. He motioned to Rob and told him
what to do with the controls, and joined me on the bed.
You have no idea until you try it how strange it feels to
perform sexually for a camera, even when it is in such a causal
setting as this! We resumed our sixty nine and butt ramming
finger action for Rob who was breathing rather heavily looking
through the lens. I backed up a little and spread my cheeks for
the camera and heard the zoom motor honing in on my little
rosebud. I pulled my cheeks apart as far as they would go and
made my ass wink for the camera.
"Do that again! That was cool!" Rob said. I flexed my ass
muscles and gave him the winking show he asked for. He was
awestruck. "I've never seen that before. That was so fucking
awesome, man!" he said.
I rejoined Stuart and began tonguing his asshole, first
running my tongue up and down his crack and then darting my stiff
tongue deep inside his anus and out again. The zoom lens took
care of capturing the details and I could tell Rob was beyond the
point of being able to control himself. I whispered to Stuart to
go put it on autopilot or something and bring Rob back with him,
which he did.
Rob seemed really nervous at first and just lay on the bed,
fully clothed. Stuart and I both glanced at his crotch, and
ascertaining that his rod was as stiff as ever, we began to
slowly undress him, one of us on each side of his body. He
trembled slightly as we passed out fingers across his now naked
body, and closed his eyes.
I leaned over and planted my mouth over his, sucking his
tongue forcibly into my mouth and eliciting little moans from
him. I could feel Stuart behind me, drawing Rob's incredibly
hard cock into his mouth. The slurping noises coming from that
end of him told me that all was well there, and I began to kiss
my way down to his cock as well.
Soon we were both tonguing his shaft, me at the head and
Stuart up and down the shaft. Rob moaned and wiggled in his
wrapped up passion. I allowed my tongue to search out his balls
and drew them both in my mouth, swirling my tongue around each of
them. His hips raised off the bed as I released them and
travelled farther down.
I reached his ass as he raised his legs in the air, and
began swirling around and around his hairly little hole. I tried
to push my tongue inside but he was too tight from fear that I
couldn't get it in. I continued to lap at his anal entrance for
a while, trying to ease the tension in his sphincter muscles.
Finally, he eased up a little and I was able to push my dick-like
tongue inside. I swabbed around, loving the tight warmth of his
hole. I took my tongue out and wet my index finger, poising it
at his hole. I swirled it around a while, tickling him and
teasing him, then jabbed it into his ass with one mighty push.
He grunted and began bucking as my fingertip found his prostate
gland.
As I began fingering his ass earnestly, I looked up to
discover Stuart sqatting over Rob's face, his cock sunk deep into
Rob's throat. I watched Rob's throat muscles throb around the
massive intruder and he seemed to enjoy sucking with somewhat of
a gusto.
My finger just wasn't enough and I raised his legs and began
to prepare for dick entry. He seemed to know what was about to
happen, and tried to scoot closer to me, but the action at his
face prevented him from moving. I placed my dripping cocktip at
his anal entry and began to push forward just as Stuart placed
his ass over Rob's mouth. I heard Rob's muffled groans as I
pushed in, and watched his tongue flit back and forth over
Stuart's asshole. It was too hot and I was moved to fuck with a
vengance. I drove in and out of him mercilessly while he
continued to alternately suck Stuart off and eat his ass,
whimpering at each of my thrusts.
Stuart must have decided that he needed more action and
bounced over behind me, inserting his dick in my ready and
willing ass. I flipped Rob over to make us all more comfortable,
and while the two of them held relatively still, I bounced back
and forth between them, reveling in the fact that I was fucking
and being fucked at the same time.
This went on for several meaty moments until Rob cried out,
"I've got to get my dick into someone's ass and NOW!"
We disengaged our heaving sweaty bodies and changed
positions, this time with Rob fucking me and me fucking Stuart.
The ryhthm and positioning was better this time, and while I was
still in the middle, it just plain felt better. We writhed and
moaned and grunted as we heaved in and out of one another until I
felt the first blast from Rob's cock hit the depths of my
asshole. He came like nothing I've seen and began dumping huge
loads of cum up my chute while I, in turn, volleyed gob after gob
into the sexy cameraman's butt. We all came for some time, and
moaned and groaned and yelled as we did.
Once the seed had been spilled, we fell apart, gasping for
breath and dripping with cum and sweat. I pulled Stuart's ass
around and began eating my cum from it, sucking and licking as I
went. Rob seemed intent on copying my every move and pulled
around behind me and began to ream my ass out. Soon we were all
worked up again and lay on the bed, side by side, propped up at
the headboard, beating out meat in unison. Without much fanfare
we began pumping cum all over ourselves, flinging our dicks
around and causing cum to hit each of us. When it was all over
with, we lay, sticky and wet, until we fell asleep.
Some time later, I awoke to find Rob plugged deep inside
Stuart and riding him wildly, shooting as he bucked back and
forth. I looked around to get my bearings and my eyes fell on
the camera, still set up and still running.
"Oh fuck," I yelled, pointing. The other two stopped what
they were doing and followed my finger. They saw the camera and
began laughing hysterically as I joined in. We laughed for some
time and finally turned the damn thing off and went to sleep.
When we returned to school a week later, the three of us got
together and watched the entire film. We found it arousing and
quite interesting to watch both ourselves and each other in
action, and the viewing room became too hot to handle. Needless
to say a rescreening was in order, and we tromped out of the
video technology center and to my room for a little camcorder
retake!
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