8===> Disney World was only the second happiest place on earth this day!
The room phone woke me up immediately when it rang at 7AM. Trent sleepily answered it as I quickly shifted Greg's arm from being draped over me. Once again, sometime during the night, we had ended up in a spooned position and he had me in a cuddle like I was a giant teddy bear. While it felt good being held and having him pinned against my back; and had a lot to do with the erection between my legs; I wasn't thrilled with the idea of Greg or Ethan seeing we had slept with such intimate closeness. I rolled him to his back and shook his shoulder. "Time to get up, Greg," I ordered.
With a big grin and a grope of the giant tent in the sheet over his crotch, Greg replied softly, "I'm getting there, Kevin. Just give me a few more minutes."
I had to laugh at the double meaning of his comment and watched as Greg covertly slid his hand over the lump once again. I took the liberty of letting him see me squeezing my own bulge and the look we shared said both had the same desire...but one that couldn't be fulfilled at the moment. It had become almost a test for us every new day to be able to will down normal morning wood instead of getting relief. There was also the problem of exhibiting minor decorum and not crawling right out of bed showing off huge packages.
That morning was a little different though. We had plans and time was too short for any of us to laze around waiting for night bones to wilt.
Trent broke the ice first by standing up as soon as he had replaced the phone receiver in its cradle. "Let's get moving guys," may have come from his lips, but all our eyes; even Ethan's; went to the more-than-obvious swelling that was showing in his tight boxer briefs. "Hey! What can I say? I had a good dream," was his simplistic explanation that was coupled with a laugh as he headed for the bathroom.
I was next to take the plunge into refusing to be embarrassed and walked over to my suitcase with my loose boxers advertising the wood inside them. I began searching through my clothes trying to decide what to wear.
Greg was soon beside me and needless to say, his boxers were barely holding back the Sequoia cock I knew was behind them. "I'm thinking cargos and a tee," he offered as he began digging for his choices.
"Would these and a polo be OK?" suddenly came from Ethan. He was standing a few feet away, holding up a pair of khaki shorts seeking our approval.
Pretty sure that neither Greg nor I actually noticed the shorts as we nodded because our eyes had both shifted to the unmistakable outline of a fairly impressive hard dick straining at the fabric of Ethan's tighty-whities. Even he was so excited about getting to Disney, that he allowed his normally excessive modesty to vanish. The temptation to tease him some was overwhelming, but both Greg and I let him hold onto his dignity and pretended we hadn't seen the big bulge. 'There may be hope for him yet,' I thought to myself.
The gym locker room nonchalance atmosphere remained as all four of us rushed through quick showers and getting dressed. By the time we were piling into Trent's Explorer, I was still attempting to figure out the meaning behind Greg's cryptic whisper of 'Don't beat off yet. Save it like I am,' when it had been my turn for the bathroom. Getting nothing but grins from him, I settled back into the rear seat we were sharing. We were five minutes ahead of schedule when we hit the road and it took only a few blocks for his devious plan to be put into action.
"Gonna be a long, hard, but fun day," he stated to everyone. The words 'hard' and 'fun' had both been accompanied by a rapid simultaneous squeeze to my crotch and a wink.
'So this is how it's going to be,' went through my mind. 'Tease my ass right in front of everybody and hope we don't get caught, eh?' I accepted the gauntlet he had thrown down by countering with, "Nothing wrong with long and hard if fun comes with it," and double groping Greg back on the word 'comes'. The smirk on my face told him that the score was one to one.
* * * * *
By the time Trent was nudging the Explorer into one of the thousands of parking slots in the Disney World lot, the score between Greg and I had reached a tie of four. We both managed teasing rubs twice while zooming down Interstate 4, and he got even with me for creating a boner just after we pulled into the massive parking area. The more this little edging game went on, the more I realized that getting caught at it wasn't going to the be the largest problem. Our cargos showing off the results was! I had already started leaking pre after Greg's second touch and was worried about stains appearing in the light colored shorts. The monster dick he had, kept pushing out to where it couldn't be missed each time it hardened anew. I was thinking maybe we needed to cool it, but Greg had other ideas.
"Now the real fun begins, Kevin," he said as we stood behind Trent and Ethan in line at the ticket gates. The seemingly innocent comment came along with his hand rubbing my left butt cheek. Thankfully, we were all crowded so tightly together, no one seem to notice his blatant move. "Score five to four," came softly but with a deep chuckle.
My chance to even things back up didn't finally happen until we had been waiting in line at the famous Space Mountain for about 15 minutes. We were finally deep enough inside the semi-dark structure working our way through the rat maze that corralled us, when I reached down and took a healthy grab of his box. I wouldn't have chanced it there had it not been for the combination of dim light and the crowd forcing us together. "Five up, dude," I announced proudly as I rubbed him a little longer than I should have.
"That one was almost good enough for two points...but just 'almost' and your payback will be a bitch." The mixture of compliment and warning he gave me came with a knowing smile I wouldn't fully comprehend until we had finally taken seats in the roller coaster and the car headed into the shadows.
Trent and Ethan had gotten in the car ahead of ours. Greg and I were in the last two seats of the next narrow three person contraption. With him sitting behind me, I knew I was screwed and just after the first neck-snapping turn, he let me know it by reaching around and shoving his hand down the front of my cargos and inside my boxers. As his fist tightened around me, he whispered in my ear. "Just remember rule number one...you can't cum!" With that, he began what would be nearly two full minutes of working me as we rocketed around the rails of the coaster. Just before we burst through the doors at the end of the ride, by cock was begging to burst also, but Greg only pulled his hand from my pants and laughed hysterically. As we exited the car; both of us doing our best to hide the large lumps in our shorts; he triumphantly declared, "Don't even try to score that one, Kevin. You'll be spending the rest of the day playing catch up as it is."
I gave him a congratulatory fist bump, but cautioned him with, "Don't call the game after one completed pass, buddy. This scrimmage has just begun." The dual grins we shared said that the rest of the day would probably get increasingly interesting. And it did!
* * * * *
We got our money's worth by staying in the park all the way to closing. As we stood in the darkness watching the grand finale fireworks show, Greg got in one more point by leaning back into me and murmuring, "I'm gonna make you explode like that yet tonight," as his hand took yet one more stealthy graze over my crotch and creating what had to have been my fiftieth new erection for the day.
We had stopped keeping an official score after his coup on Space Mountain, but thanks to the wide variety of rides and some creativity, I had gotten in almost as many successful boner-inducing teases throughout the day as he had. My best one came during the long 'Big Thunder Mountain Railroad' ride where I had Greg hard as a rock and squirming pretty good by the end of the seven minute trip. I also managed to con him into riding the fairly tame 'Astro Orbiter' and thanks to it being only a two person cabin and the privacy the ride provided once it got high in the air, I got even for his Space Mountain tricks by worming my hand into his shorts and jerking on his long shaft for a couple of minutes.
By mid-afternoon, both of us were showing spots on our cargos from all the pre that we caused each other to leak and not be contained by our boxers. Luckily the humidity and temperature were both high enough, that they looked enough like sweat stains and we didn't have to buy oversized and overpriced Mickey Mouse tee shirts to hide them. As evening came on, we tended to take in some of the tamer attractions, but even those provided opportunities to keep Greg's and my edging game going strong.
When the last flurry of fireworks went off, the four of us headed for the parking lot at a fast trot, anxious to be as close to the front of the mass exodus as possible. Once again, it was Greg and I alone in the back seat which only told me that the final whistle of the game probably hadn't blown yet. Surprisingly, we both kept our hands to ourselves until Trent had us buzzing back up I-4 to Daytona Beach. It was only a few miles though before Greg snaked his hand over to my lap in the darkness and began rubbing me into another stiffy with his palm.
But I was ready for him! Feigning exhaustion, I curled up on the seat with my butt wedged against the door and my head pressed to Greg's thigh. I gave him a smirk that said 'Prepare to be owned,' and then announced, "Wake me up when we get there if I fall asleep."