Sharing A Hotel Room

It was my senior year of high school, and I was enrolled in chorus. Every year, the chorus class takes a big field trip. This year, we were going to New York City. About a month before we were supposed to go, they made us sign up for who we wanted to room with. It was 2 queen beds in a room and 4 people per room.

I, of course, wanted to make sure I roomed with the hottest guy in chorus, Simon. Simon was tall, lean but muscular, had the cutest face, the tightest butt, and always a bulge in his shorts. I went up to him that day and asked who he was rooming with, and to my luck, it was no one. I asked if he would be down to rooming with me, and he agreed. We ended up only having to get 1 more person to be in room, because there was an odd number of people going.

As the month went by, I dreamed of staying in that hotel room with Simon, hopefully sharing a bed with him. I often jerked off in bed, just thinking of him next to me.

Finally, the day arrived where we would be leaving for our