It took half an hour for my parents to say yes to Taylor's invite - five minutes was used for the "d'you think it's safe for..." routine and 25 for me to convince them that I wasn't joking and that Taylor Hanson was going to be picking me up at 10am the following morning.

Thankfully it was a beautiful day - I was up at seven I was so wound up. I coundn't think what to wear. I eventually settled on a baggy white Prodigy T-shirt and the very shorts that Tay had jerked off in. They were slightly too small for me and hugged my dick and balls well - for once I wanted him to see me "properly". I got hard again when I saw the cum on the inside of the shorts but purposely refrained from wanking - I wanted to give Tay everything I could if it came to that.

At a quarter to ten the dog went crazy which usually means that someone he doesn't "know" has arrived. I raced down stairs yelling to my parents that I was off and careered out the door. Just as I got out a black Range Rover with tinted windows pulled into the driveway, and Taylor jumped out of the back.

He walked up to me and hugged me - something which I know Americans can do without feeling self-conscious - I suppose we Brits are a bit more "stuffy" in that respect. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the Range Rover.

We talked about what Alton Towers was like - him mainly asking the questions and me trying to be as vague as possible so that it'd be all the more fun when we got there.

While we talked, I took the opportunity to look him over properly. Tay was wearing a white tank top and a pair of tight knee-length cut-offs that did not do anything to hide what was between his legs and Nike CrossTrainers. He had a very light dusting of blond hairs over his legs which looked bronzed and well toned, and turned me on no end. I noticed that he was looking me over as well, and this time when our eyes met I did not look away.

Tay suddenly scooted over the leather seat so he was sat close up to me and rubbed his hand over the cum mark on by bermudas. My dick which was already half hard sprang to full attention.

"Sorry I didn't have time to wash them - looks like you didn't either..."

"It's OK, I don't mind..."

"After the way you were looking at me on the train last week, I got the feeling you wouldn't."

I looked down at his cut-offs. The bulge that was there before was now noticably bigger than before and a dark patch was just starting to form at the end of the lump of his cock.

"Looks like you've got the same problem with these," I said as I squeezed him through the denim. Tay groaned and pushed his crotch into my hand. I could feel his erection growing under my hand and it made my cock lurch with anticipation.

A couple of seconds later the car pulled into the Alton Towers' gates, and came to an abrupt halt as we joined the three lanes of queueing traffic.

"Damn. Usually if you get here early-ish you can beat this,"

"No problem," said Tay as he picked up a mobile phone from the centre console and dialed a number. While he was waiting for an answer, he tried to pull a card out from his left pocket. To do so, he had to lean on his side quite a bit, treating me to an excellent view of his erection through his jeans. My dick spewed another load of pre-cum into my shorts. Tay just grinned and put my hand back on his bulge and I squeezed and massaged as much as I could.

He eventually managed to pull the card from his pocket. It was an Alton Towers Gold Card - I'd had the use of one before as a lad who went to my school called David Hollingsworth just happened to be Alton Towers' MD's son! He invited a group of frends and I round for his birthday party, but we had a good three hours round the park beforehand. All you had to do was present the card to any security guard or ride operator and they'd immediately escort you through the crowds stright to the front of the queue.

This was no exception. "Hi there! This is Taylor Hanson, authorisation code 34545, we're at the main gate."

A couple of minutes later, two Alton Towers security vehicles charged up to us and motioned us to follow. They took us back out of the main gate about a mile down the road and into the service entrance.

As soon as we'd stopped, an usher opened the door and greeted us with "Welcome to Alton Towers, Mr. Hanson. Please feel free to use any of the facilities here and enjoy your stay at the Alton Towers Hotel."

"Hotel?" I asked

"Shit, I forgot to say, we're staying over in the top floor suite in the hotel tonight. That is unless you don't want to...."

Geez this guy was sly -- of course I wanted to: "Sure, but I'd better call my parents a bit later on to say what we're doing. I don't have any PJ's either..."

Tay just grinned back at me. "That's OK - neither do I!"


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