Alvin the Chipmunk February 3, 2001 achipmunk@lycos.com
Alvin at Tennis Camp-Part One
This is my first attempt at sharing one of my stories. I just got tired of reading stories with all kinds references to pissing, shitting, abuse, and other things that just don't turn me on. I think there are a lot of young guys out there who just enjoy a beautiful and cute young male body, and I am one of them. This story is a big reason why.
My name is Alvin, just like the chipmunk (Go ahead, laugh it up), and I will do my best to get my physical description accurate. I will start by telling you my flaws. First, I am a little weaker than I would like, but there just isn't a whole lot I can do about it. I have been playing baseball, soccer, tennis, and just about any other sport since I can remember. Also, when I turned 14, which was three years ago, I started working out at least three times a week, but I still remain kind of a little guy. I am about 5' 8'' and weigh just under 125 pounds.
Let's see, a lot of my friends call me a girly man because I have rather long brown hair, which reaches down to my shoulders, long eyelashes, and hazel eyes that sometimes turn blue or green. But I think it looks good, and all the girls love it, and the guys too when I am in a certain position. When I was in 7th grade, I broke my collar bone and now my chest, which would otherwise be perfect I think, has a tiny little bone sticking out on the left side. (You really can't tell unless I point it out though.) I really like my nipples. They are about dime sized and kind of small, but very boyish and a nice light brown against my chest, which I keep tanned pretty much all the time.
Now onto the things that I really like about my body. I know this sounds conceited but everybody stands in front of the mirror sometime to admire their bodies, and I honestly have worked pretty hard to stay in shape. I have big dimples, which may be the reason that Alvin the Chipmunk stuck so well, and I have a nice bright white politician's smile, thanks to some braces earlier. My favorite part on another guy is his ass, and I think I have one of the best around. It is firm, but not like granite; if I don't flex it still feels nice and soft. When I stand sideways in the mirror, I can see those little indentions on the side of my ass, which drive me wild on other guys. I have a little hair under my armpits, a normal amount of hair on my balls (I love to go to the beach and pull the front of my boardies down just enough to shop the top of my bush), and a happy trail that is starting to come in which starts about an inch below my belly button. I think I have about a four pack on my stomach, but it is not fat, just a very slim muscle build. Just a little hair on my legs, not too dark, and they stay tan all year round.
I guess I am sort of bisexual, because I still like to mess around with girls that have nice tits, but there is no doubt about which sex I prefer. The kind of guy that I typically go after is between 14 and 18. I definitely do not like older hairy guys. I love smooth legs and a nice smooth ass. One of my favorite things to do is just put my hand on the stomach of a beautiful fit guy and rest it there enjoying the warmth and perfection of their physique. I am definitely not out of the closet, because I like to have an active social life and normal relationships with good guy friends. I have only been with less than six or seven guys, but each one has been great, and I have never regretted it. None of the guys that I have been with are out of the closet either, and I think it makes it a little more exciting, almost like a dirty little secret that we keep.
Alright, onto the story. I had been playing soccer for as long as I could remember. I played for the high school team when I was in eighth grade, and spent my freshman year on junior varsity and subbing in some for varsity. At the end of my freshman year, I decided not to play soccer the following spring. I really wanted to find another sport, but I didn't know which one. That summer, I spent about three hours every day playing tennis with a few of my friends who were on the tennis team. After a few weeks, they all said that I should come out and play for the tennis team. Finally, I decided why not, and so I showed up for tryouts with a new racket and determined to earn a place on the team.
I wasn't too worried, because we had lost 5 guys to graduation and our team really wasn't that great anyway. What I didn't know was that there were going to be so many freshman trying out for the team. One was my friend's little brother, who I had not seen since he was in fifth grade. I remembered him as a little punk, always sneaking into his brother's room late at night and tyring to get involved in our conversations about girls. Anyway, he had obviously been taking some Flinstone Vitamins, because he was fucking hot. The girls on the team were all staring at him and giggling like a bunch of third graders. Obviously, all the old guys felt threatened by him because they knew he was going to steal their action.
Well, I wasn't too worried about that. I just wanted to make sure that if I made the team, he did too. Tryouts lasted for three days, and finally Coach put the roster up. Thank God, we had both made the team. I started to put my bags in my trunk and I saw him, Kevin by the way is his name, waiting by the courts for his ride. I knew exactly where he lived, and it was on the way to my house, so I offered him a ride. He was wearing soccer shorts, like me, and also briefs, because I could not see his boxers. I could not believe this was the same person. He was about 5'9, 130 pounds, the perfect stomach, a nice little ass that gently lifted his t-shirt out from his body in the back, and a bulge that was extremely visible because he had his legs wide open and was slouching in the front seat of my car. He had short bleach-blond hair, but he still kept the dark roots and sides, and it looked really perfect. Kevin also has the most beautiful blue eyes, a cute smiling face, and lips that hypnotized me. It was all that I could do to make it to his house without tearing his clothes off or having a wreck. I told him that I could give him a ride home every day after practice, and I could pick him up if he wanted me too. He smiled at me and said cool. When he reached behind his shoulder to get his bags from the back, he lifted the front of his t-shirt up enough for me to see the top of his boxers and his smooth stomach and slightly inverted belly button. I had to go straight home to release orgasm that may have killed me otherwise, and began to plot my plan to discover Kevin's true nature.
Sorry it is so long, but if someone responds, I promise I will write more and finish the story. In fact, I am sure that I will anyway because this is like reliving the moment for me anyway. Alvin the Chipmunk