School trip 1/5

The RoommateThe coach ride had been long and loud, the usual school-trip chaos. I hadn’t thought much about the room allocations — we’d all been shoved into pairs randomly. I figured I’d get some mate or some bore. What I hadn’t expected was Elliot.Quiet, awkward Elliot.The lad never said much. Always reading. Top of every class. Kind of hot in that shy, nerdy way, if you looked close enough — sharp jaw, soft mouth, deep eyes that flicked away the second you noticed them. Still, I didn’t think much of it. We barely spoke.Our room was on the top floor of the hotel. Twin beds, beige carpet, ancient radiator under the window. I claimed the bed by the wall, dumped my bag, and started scrolling through my phone. Elliot said nothing. He took the other bed, unpacked neatly, then padded into the bathroom with a towel over his shoulder.I was half-dozing when the bathroom door opened again. Steam billowed out. He stepped through it like it was some kind of fantasy reveal.And then he dropped the towel.I blinked.His cock — his fucking cock — swung out, heavy and thick and uncut, casually hanging between his legs like it wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen in real life. My jaw literally dropped.“Jesus Christ,” I said, before I could stop myself.He glanced over, towel still in hand. “What?”“You’ve got a massive cock.”He shrugged, utterly unbothered. “Didn’t think you were paying attention.”“Oh, I am now.”A pause. He looked at me fully for the first time that day. “Wanna do something about it?”My cock twitched. “Yeah,” I said, standing. “Yeah, I really do.”⸻Your First TasteI dropped to my knees like it was instinct — like I’d been waiting for this.Up close, it was even better. Long, thick, veined, still soft but swelling fast as I wrapped my hand around the base. I gave it a few slow strokes, watching it harden, grow heavy in my grip. I glanced up at him — he was smirking now, arms relaxed at his sides, totally calm. The confidence made me hungrier.I licked him first — slow stripe from base to tip — then wrapped my lips around the head and sucked.He groaned, low and deep.I worked him deeper, mouth stretched, jaw already aching a little from the sheer size of him. He slid one hand into my hair, not forcing, just guiding. I bobbed my head slowly, building rhythm, letting spit drip down my chin.He tasted clean, a hint of soap, but still salty, still real. The head pressed against the back of my throat and I moaned around it.“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re filthy for it, aren’t you?”I pulled off, panting, wiping my chin. “You’ve no idea.”He tilted his head. “Lie back.”⸻Rimmed and ReadyI did as I was told, lying on the bed, legs spread. He climbed between them, lifted my knees over his shoulders, and lowered his mouth straight to my arse.The first lick made me gasp. It was soft, slow, and deliberate. He took his time — spreading my cheeks, circling with his tongue, teasing, tasting. Then he got bolder — licking deeper, tongue pressing in with wet, filthy sounds as I squirmed under him.I didn’t know rimming could feel that good. Every nerve lit up. My cock was leaking all over my stomach, untouched.He was groaning into me, like he loved it, like he was addicted to the taste of my arse.Then I felt his fingers. Slick, slow, stretching me open. One, then two. He worked me open while he rimmed me, and by the time he pulled away, I was panting, wrecked, and desperate to be fucked.“Condom?” he asked.I shook my head. “I’m clean. Want to feel it.”He didn’t hesitate.⸻Fucked and FedHe slid in slowly, his cock spreading me wider than I’d ever been, the stretch bordering on too much — but exactly what I wanted. Needed.“Holy shit,” I gasped, clenching around him.He paused once he was all the way in, letting me breathe. His hand stroked my thigh.“You’re so tight,” he murmured. “Like you were made for this.”Then he started to move.Long, deep thrusts. He fucked me like he’d done it a hundred times before — knowing exactly how to angle, when to slow down, when to pick up the pace and drive me into the mattress. My cock bounced against my stomach with every thrust. My moans were shameless.“Gonna fill you,” he growled. “But not here.”He pulled out and crawled up my chest, cock slick from my hole.He gripped my jaw. “Taste yourself.”And I did.I opened my mouth, and he slid in — still wet, still hot, salty with my own slick and the musk of his body. I moaned around him, tongue swirling over the taste of me. He fucked my mouth slowly, groaning, hips twitching.Then he came.Hot, thick spurts spilled over my tongue. I swallowed every drop.When he pulled out, I licked my lips, dazed, used, and so fucking satisfied.He lay beside me, chest rising and falling. We didn’t speak for a while.Finally, he turned his head. “You’re not just a cocky bastard,” he said. “You’re a cock hungry one.”I laughed. “And you’re full of surprises.”⸻