School trip 3/5

Part 3: The CastleThe itinerary for the day was a nightmare: a long coach ride and then a guided tour of some ancient stately home. Dusty corridors, velvet ropes, dry lectures about dead earls. Everyone was grumbling.Except me, Elliot, and James.We had plans.About thirty minutes into the tour, as the rest of the group listened to something about Queen Anne’s chairs, Elliot caught my eye, smirked, and subtly nodded toward a side door marked “Staff Only.”We slipped through it one at a time, James coming last and locking it behind us.We ended up in a half-forgotten cloakroom: stone walls, arched windows, and absolute silence. No cameras. No teachers. Just us.I was on my knees in seconds.⸻Hungry BoyMy mouth was still sore from the night before, but that just made it hotter.Elliot was first.He didn’t even speak — just stepped forward, undid his zip, and let his cock flop out, half-hard, already glistening. It smelled like stale sweat and something else — me. The scent of my arse still clung to him from last night.I moaned and sucked him in, letting the taste flood my mouth. Salt, sweat, and that deep, musky slick I now craved like air.Behind me, James laughed softly. “You really do love it.”I gave a filthy little hum around Elliot’s cock, throat working as I swallowed more of him.He wasn’t rough. He just fed it to me, inch by inch, stroking my cheek. When I pulled off for air, a string of spit connected us. “Next,” I panted.⸻Second CourseJames stepped in. His cock was hot, heavy, already twitching.“I’m not waiting,” he said, guiding himself into my mouth in one firm thrust.I gagged slightly, then adjusted. Took it all. Let him fuck my throat slow and deep.I wrapped one hand around Elliot’s shaft, still slick with spit, stroking him lazily as I drooled down my chin.James groaned. “Fuck… you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”He didn’t last long.With a grunt, he pulled out just enough to spurt his load across my tongue, cock jerking with each twitch. I swallowed the moment it hit. Thick. Salty. Sharp.He stepped back, panting. “Still hungry?”I licked my lips. “Always.”⸻Final Load, Filthiest TasteDanny stepped forward. He’d joined us the night before, and I hadn’t properly had my mouth on him yet.“On your back,” he said, voice low.I obeyed. He knelt over my chest, stroking himself, watching me.He’d gone all day without showering — his cock smelled ripe, earthy, and strong. I opened my mouth and welcomed it, sucking hard. His taste was different — deeper, almost bitter. But I wanted it.And he gave it to me.He grabbed the back of my head, pushed in deep, and groaned as he came. Spurt after spurt filled my mouth. I moaned, swallowing it down, my own cock twitching untouched.When he pulled out, I gasped, spit running down my cheek. “More.”Elliot laughed. “Insatiable.”⸻AftermathI stood shakily, wiping my face. My jaw ached. My stomach was full. My throat still tingled.“You alright?” James asked, zipping up.I nodded. “We need to do this every day.”Elliot smiled. “Tomorrow night. Last one. We’ll make it count.”James smirked. “We could order room service. Treat ourselves.”Danny laughed. “Bet the poor lad who brings it won’t know what hit him.”I didn’t say it aloud, but my throat fluttered at the thought.Maybe he’d like a tip.⸻