Story-Portal

LIKE

It was still early. The sun was just beginning to show its dawn. The first rays of sunlight rose over the horizon. Life was slowly awakening in Bowling Green.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the bedroom, TJ opened his eyes. He was in excruciating pain in his groin. He looked down. Cody was pressed right against him, one arm across TJ's chest, his knee digging firmly into TJ's testicles, crushing them to death. Stian, who had decided to sleep in the same bed, was half out of bed, only half of it remaining. His torso was actually lying on the mattress.

"Cody," whispered TJ, "hey Cody, wake up."

Cody opened his eyes: "Huh, what's up?"

"Do me a favor and get your damn knee out of my balls, okay?"

Cody looked down and slowly lifted his leg from TJ. His hand slid over TJ's chest and then down his stomach to his erect urethral opening. "Good." "Morning, Mr. Boner." Cody smiled.

Stian woke up and promptly slid out of bed, in a terrible fright.

Cody and TJ burst out laughing when they saw that. Stian sat up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and reached down on the floor. He also had an erection that looked like... he grabbed his chest.

The three teenagers had arrived in Bowling Green the previous evening after spending a few days in the countryside. They had been staying at the home of Ross Maguire, the county's best swimmer, and his brother Timmy. All the boys had shared the most amazing experiences with each other—dangerous adventures in no time.

During their stay, Cody had discovered that Timmy had been Damian. He had been chatting online with a friend of his and TJ – known as JagMX. They had decided to travel to California and surprise Damian. At the same time, they would escort Stian back to his home on Balboa Island, off the coast of Newport.

Cody had come to Tijuana from South Africa for a holiday. They had been online friends for about a year. He was 15 years old and had a bush of black hair. He was strong and muscular and had hazel eyes. He was about 15 centimeters shorter than TJ.

TJ was 16 years old, almost 1.83 meters tall, and had a strong, muscular build, mousy hair, and piercing blue eyes.

On the drive from Miami airport to Bowling Green, they met Stian, a Norwegian who had been living in California with his family for about seven years. He had blond hair, was 16 years old, but looked more like 14. He had a good, athletic build.

Stian had finished his shower. He stepped out and stood in front of the mirror, holding a towel. He looked at his body and how it seemed to have changed overnight, especially in the last few weeks. His blond hair and piercing blue eyes were now complemented by a truly beautiful tan. His pectoral muscles were more defined, and his six-pack was gradually becoming his pride and joy. He looked at his penis, noticing the glimpses of blond pubic hair. He had started to retract his foreskin, so he looked circumcised. His penis was perfect: white with a pinkish glans. His testicles hung well and looked great with his penis. He lay down on top of them. TJ approached him from behind and put his arms around Stian.

TJ watched in the mirror as Stian's abdominal muscles contracted. His flat hands glided gently over them. He felt Stian's nipples, and they were hard, like small stones.

Stian felt TJ's cock harden against his ass. His own breath caught in his throat. TJ smiled as he watched Stian's erection develop. Stian arched back and laid his head back.

TJ watched his abdominal muscles stretch and contract. Stian felt the dripping. TJ's erection sprayed pre-ejaculate onto his back.

"Before we leave you at home, we have to give you this," TJ whispered. "Something to remember us by."

"This is going to be so damn cool, I can hardly wait. I miss you all so damn much."

"And we will miss you too."

Cody entered the bathroom and glanced back and forth between them. "Talking," he said. "TJ, looks like you missed, Stian's back is covered in sperm." He chuckled.

TJ looked down. A large amount of pre-ejaculate was running down Stian's buttocks.

TJ laughed too: “Damn, and we don’t have time. We’re going to…” “I need to get to the airport as soon as possible.”

"Hey Stian, what's California like?" asked Cody. "Is it 'like in the movies'?"

Stian had a mouthful of toothpaste that squirted out when he spoke. "No way—it's way better than that. Southern California, where I live, is..." Fantastic. You have to stay here tonight and drive to Los Angeles tomorrow.

"Are there many men surfing there?"

"Absolutely. But the waves in Newport are better."

"Where the hell is that?"

“Across the bridge from Balboa Island.” Stian smiled.

Mark, TJ's cousin, accompanied her to the airport. He would drive TJ back home in the truck. They would fly from Bowling Green to Miami and catch a connecting flight there. The flight from Miami to Los Angeles would take six hours.

"See you later, Cody," Mark said, extending his hand. He had hated it, Cody, at their first meeting.

Cody moved close to him and placed his hand on Mark's crotch. He could feel Mark's penis bobbing as he touched it. "See you later! See you later, Mark." Cody smiled.

Mark shook his head and smiled: "Screw Cody, you still have sperm for..." brains."

Miami airport was chaotic, with planes from all over the world landing and departing. The three boys made their way to the American Airlines terminal. They reached the building just in time to catch their flight to Los Angeles.

They were sitting in a three-seater at the very back of the plane. "Damn it!" "Damn it, TJ, why didn't you just put us in the toilet?" groaned Cody.

"I like the back, you'll see why."

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts," said the announcer. The flight attendant's voice boomed monotonously through the takeoff routine and safety instructions.

The boys all looked out the window as the plane took off, and it lies far to the west.

"Damn, I love America," whispered Cody.

A young flight attendant leaned over TJ, her breasts directly in front of his face. She spoke to Stian: "Hello, can I get you something to drink?"

TJ opened his mouth around her breast, but she didn't see him. Stian and Cody collapsed.

"And you, young man?" she asked TJ.

TJ noticed her eyes lingering on his crotch, and he immediately felt arousal. His erection stirred. He placed his hand there and rubbed it.

"Yes, could I please have some Pepsi?"

"Of course I'll bring it immediately."

After a few seconds she was back, with a Pepsi in her hand and a fruit juice for Stian and Cody.

TJ took her Pepsi and held her hand a little longer than necessary. Meanwhile, a huge bulge was clearly visible in his jeans, one she couldn't tear her eyes away from.

She leaned over next to TJ and whispered to him: "If there is anything else I can do for you, please come back and ask."

"Yes, of course." TJ smiled.

"Yes, just come to the back, then you can see my 'temperature'." Cody laughed and imitated the hostess.

TJ punched him in the groin, at which point he doubled over with laughter. "Hey, screw TJ, that hurt. Damn."

"Should I suck on it instead?"

"Yes, exactly?"

Cody went into the small lounge in the middle of the plane. There sat a young man, who must have been about Cody's age. He was quite handsome. He had a slim but well-proportioned figure, short, jet-black hair, and dark brown eyes. His skin was rather pale, but looked well-groomed under the white T-shirt he wore open over his eyes and his jeans.

He looked up as Cody sat down: "Hello."

"Hello," said Cody.

"Hey," said the boy, "you're not an American."

“South African,” Cody replied.

"Wow! Cool. Where are you going?"

Cody found out that the boy's name was Bruce and that he was indeed 18 years old, even though he was only as tall as Cody. They talked for a long time. Bruce wanted to know all about South Africa, and Cody asked him about California.

TJ sat in the back of the plane, chatting with the flight attendant. She didn't. She has a boyfriend because she flies all the time. She moved around the small plane. The galley and her hand rubbed against TJ's crotch. His penis gasped for air in the cramped space of his CKs and jeans.

TJ turned around to give her some room to work, making sure his hand brushed against her breasts. He saw her blush and smile.

Stian had fought his way into the cockpit and was sitting with the pilots. We talked about airplanes and all things technical.

Bruce stood up. "Listen, I'm just going to get something to drink." Flight attendant, would you like one?

“Sure,” said Cody.

He watched Bruce walk away. His black Levi's stretched across his torso. A pair of muscular, if not particularly large, legs curled into his buttocks. He proudly displayed his well-groomed buttocks. His entire body was perfectly proportioned, from his narrow hips to his broad shoulders. Cody felt a tingling in his lower abdomen as Bruce left.

TJ and the young hostess were crammed into the hotel's back toilet. Airplane. Airplane toilets aren't the best places to fuck. They were designed for… peeing and shitting, and just get out of there!

TJ and the girl danced a little tango inside, during which she tried to... He took off his jeans and tried to take off her blouse.

Finally, she managed to grasp TJ's rock-hard cock with both hands. "Oh dear," she sighed, "your cock is huge, hard, and thick. I need you to..." "Fuck me, TJ."

Bruce returned with the fruit juice and sat down next to Cody. I noticed a noticeable bulge in his jeans. "Here, Cody."

"Cool, thanks." Cody accepted the juice from Bruce. He couldn't... I think he's made such a good friend in the short time he's been on the flight so far.

TJ and the hostess were still facing each other. Both were naked, their clothes lying on the sink. TJ had leaned his back against the cabin. He bent over the wall and tried to bend his knees to get his penis into her vagina.

She desperately tried to take his muscle into herself, but space made it a joke.

She breathed into his ear like a steam engine. "Fuck me, TJ, fuck me. Me – please."

"I'm trying to fuck you, lift your damn leg a little."

She lifted her leg and TJ managed to insert his erect penis into her vagina. She was so incredibly wet that it just slid right in. TJ felt like his penis was on a water slide.

He felt her tighten around his erect penis. One of her hands moved down and played with his hard testicles.

TJ wasn't sure who was sleeping with whom. She moved up and down like she was bouncing on a pogo stick. Every time she came down, he jumped up and rammed her.

She screamed in his ear. The two of them crashed into the wall. The wall of the cabin.

TJ felt his load erupt from his penis and enter her. He cried out as her vagina contracted around him and he felt her orgasm as well.

She choked him with her arms.

TJ was still firing his load when the plane hit an air pocket and his penis came out, shooting like an out-of-control fire hose. His semen sprayed all over her as she lost her balance. She landed on her butt in the sink and he landed on his butt too, on the toilet.

She looked at TJ and smiled: "That was totally crazy."

TJ just shook his head: "Yes!"

Now they had to clean the toilet before they left – TJ had sprayed the walls with his semen.

"Hey Cody, why don't we meet up when you're in LA?"

"That would be great. What do you actually do for a living?"

Bruce blushed. "I'm a model. I'm currently in the middle of a photoshoot." "I'll take the photos while you're here, but I'm sure I can find time to meet you."

"That would be totally cool, especially seeing you as a model."

The plane landed at Los Angeles International Airport. All the boys were there. They were excited. None of them, including TJ, had ever been to Los Angeles before.

They excitedly streamed through the arrivals hall.

“Hey, damn it!”, Cody shouted.

TJ and Stian turned to him: "What's up?"

"There's Brad Renfro!", shouted Cody.

"Hey Brad!", TJ shouted.