This is part 2, (finally) of Alvin at Tennis Camp.
Alright, I was talking about my blonde friend Kevin, who was on the tennis team with me. I am writing this at the school lab right now, so I cant click on to my old story and see exactly where I left off, so I will try to remember where I ended and if it turns out to be wrong, then I will submit a revised version.
So, we leave to go to tennis camp, which is on the beach in St. Simons, Georgia. It is a beautiful place, and tennis is pretty big there. Anyway, the first thing to take care of was room assignments. One of my good friends that I was completely not interested in had asked me to room with him, and I had to think of a way to get out of it. The perfect opportunity came when we found out that there was an extra guys room. So now the rooms, which all had double beds were going to be set up with only 2 guys in 2 rooms, and 3 in one other. My friend jumped at the chance and since he had seniority on the team, he was in a room where he would get a bed all to himself. Problem 1 taken care of.
Problem 2: How was I going to get a room with Kevin? I eventually convinced my friends Kevin and John to room with me, given the promise that I would help them sneak out of the hotel and get into the girl's rooms, which I had more connections with than they did. So it was the three of us in a room with two beds-Alvin (me) John (who is actually pretty damn cute too) and Kevin (the guy who is really perfect). Excellent, now I had to make a plan to get Kevin in bed with me. Simple, I just didn't say anything. As soon as John walked into the room, he called dibbs on the bed to himself. Left with no other options, I was forced to sleep with Kevin in the double bed.
Now, onto the good part. Coach told us that we had to be in our rooms by 10 pm and lights out by 11, because we had to wake up the next day at 7:30 sharp for the first day of tennis camp. No problem with me, I was tired anyway, but I was secretly hoping that I would not get much sleep. We all took showers and watched some television afterwards, sitting around without our shirts. I was wearing my grey boxerbriefs, the only underwear acceptable for athletics except for briefs(You don't want your equipment swooping all over the place with boxers, especially not with your short tennis shorts on). John was wearing some pretty nice red silky looking boxers. Too bad there was a button the front to keep me from seeing his little guy, but that's okay. Kevin was wearing his umbros and no shirt. I could see the wasteband of his Haynes briefs at the top, and his cute little belly button. John was laying on his back watching tv, and Kevin and I were both laying on bed on our stomachs with pillows under our heads. I kept reaching back to adjust the alarm clock so I could take a look at his butt covered by his little black umbros.
Coach came by at about 10:55 to tell us to turn our lights off and go to sleep. I had started to develop a little semihardon, so I just rolled over and under the covers. John was already half asleep so Kevin got up to turn the lights off. I could not wait for him to slip under the covers. I studied the small of his back just before it entered his shorts, and looked up and down his beautiful tan legs. His blond hair had dried by then and it was very soft and delicate. When he walked back, I studied his chest and how perfectly proportioned he was. There was an awkward moment when he got back into bed, when he was deciding whether to sleep under the sheets where I was or to sleep just under the covers. I had turned my back to him to look uninterested and was reaching for the lamp next to me. I felt him slide the covers back and then felt the draft as he also slid back the sheet (yes) and climbed in next to me.
We talked for a little while about who was the hottest girl on the team, who later became Kevin's girlfriend ( no lie). Finally, at about 11:45 we decided to just be quiet and go to sleep. This is where my work began.
I have been gay and interested in other guys for about 3 years, and I have been pretty lucky. In the past 2 years, I have been privileged enough to play with 7 different guys, all who are extremely cute, usually who play soccer, wrestle, or play tennis. My technique is to make it seem like a natural thing and to make sure that we never talk about it with anyone else. None of us are out of the closet and we all have girlfriends and normal heterosexual social lives, but we also love to play with each other. Anyway, I have sort of developed a routine for when I am in the same bed with another guy, which is usually the hardest part, and I began to use it on Kevin. First, I rolled over onto my belly. I put one hand under my pillow holding up my head and the other I slipped under the covers. My head is facing away, so that it doesn't look as suspicious. Slowly, I inched my hand closer and closer to his leg. I stopped when it was just barely touching his leg, right below his shorts. Then I just waited for any kind of response.
Kevin took in a deep breath and let out a barely audible sigh. I wasn't sure if this was good or bad, so I was very careful. Next, I moved my fingers up his leg about three inches just until I felt the bottom of his shorts. Then I let my fingers rest there. I had to wait a few seconds because I was still shaking a little from the tension and excitement. Kevin started to move, and I just waited. The only thing he did was put his hands under the covers. I still had not looked over at him yet, so I wasn't sure if his eyes were watching me or closed.
Next, I slid my foot over to his foot, but in a kind of sneaky way. I pretended to be waking up a little and just fidgeting in my sleep. I pressed my leg as close to his as I possibly could, and then rested again. My hand had not moved. I waited for a couple of minutes, then began to get brave again. I started to make tiny little circles on his leg with my fingernails, touching so lightly that he may not have noticed it. But I think he did. He moved his hands down over his shorts. Shit, I thought, now I am in trouble. He caught me and wants me to stop, so I just took my hand away and let it rest beside his leg. Then I heard him fidget a little, and he let out a little moan, which sounded very much to me like an invitation to continue.
So I did. I put my hand back on his leg, and began to move up his body again, my head still facing away with my body in a strange contorted position. I moved my fingers up the side of his legs, teasing the umbro nylon as I went. But I let my fingers rest at the very top of his shorts on the side of his leg. This is one of my favorite spots. I don't know what it is called, but I love that spot where the shorts or underwear seem to be lifted a little from the body at the bottom of the hips, you know what I mean, where you can feel the beginning of the front of a guys body, next to the hip bone. Kevin is so hot and physically fit, so this is awesome.
By this time, I am starting to feel a little more comfortable. I look over at John in the other bed to make sure his head is facing away, and I turn my head to face him. His head is facing me, but his eyes are closed. His arms are under the covers, but I am not sure where they are. I put my other hand on the bottom of his shorts, by the leg opening and start to rub again. I go back and forth running about an inch inside the shorts with my fingers. He moves his legs a little further apart, and so I start to explore the inside of this thighs, too. I can feel the material of his shorts being pulled by his dick in short little spasms as I run my hands over his legs which have just a little bit of hair, but it is so soft and fine. My other hand is still at the top of his shorts, so I decide to use it a little. I run my fingers just inside the elastic of his shorts and feel the elastic of his underwear just beneath it. I am about ready to explode, and I can feel my own precum starting to soak through my boxerbriefs. Kevin reaches over with on of his hands and puts it on top of my hand which was exploring the top of his underwear. Shit!, butsted. I quickly take my hands away and make some more "I'm just moving in my sleep" moans. Nothing happens for about five minutes, and I am way too scared to try anything.
Kevin starts to move again, and flips over, putting his belly on the bed. Its all over, I say to myself. I just hope he doesn't say anything to anybody. Then, Kevin puts his hand over on my chest, and he drapes his leg over mine. My heart is racing, and I don't know what to do. I don't move a muscle, well at least not voluntarily(Ha). Kevin moves his hand up to my neck, pulls real close to me and whispers, "It's okay." Oh my God, I couldn't believe it. He was mine. I started to move my hand again under the covers searching for his leg. What I found was even better. He was on his belly with his leg over my leg, which left his legs spread apart and plenty of room for my hand to explore. I started to rub his legs again then moved my hand up his leg until I could actually feel his bulge in the palm of my hand. I knew that I had to get around those shorts and into his underwear, but it was going to be difficult to do without waking our friend John who was sleeping about 3 feet away. Kevin whispered to me, "Wait, and then follow me". I wasn't sure what he was doing, but he got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
I was already making a mess in my shorts, and the time went by so slowly I thought I was going to die. I got out of bed, trying to cover my raging hardon, and went into the bathroom. Kevin had put some towels down on the floor and was waiting my the sink, just standing there in his black umbros and tan perfection. I shut the door and reached for his hand. We started to kiss like I had never kissed anybody. My hands were going everywhere on his body, and he had already slipped his hand around to my butt inside my boxers. God, this was awesome. I started to kiss his neck, then really wanted to take his shorts off. They looked so tight, with his monster trying to come out and play. I put the back of my hand against his shorts and he started to moan. I reminded him to be quiet with a silencing kiss, then dropped down to my knees in front of him. I knew that he had gotten a blowjob from some girls but I wanted to give him the best ever.
First I undid the little white string that was holding his shorts on, and began to slip them off. The outline of his dick was awesome, and I reached out with my tongue to say hello. He smelled awesome, and I could taste his precum through the underwear. I kissed the inside of his thighs, right beneath his balls, and slipped the shorts all the way off. I was about to come back up when he bent down and motioned for me to stand up. I did as I was told, and he started to swirl his tongue around my belly button, while rubbing my balls from the bottom of my boxerbriefs. Then he licked my dick through my underwear just like a big lollipop, pausing at the top to take the whole head still covered by my undies. It was the most awesome thing ever. I leaned against the sink and he pulled off my boxers all the way.
He could probably tell that I was about to cum, so he took my dick right away, and started to move his tongue around the top without taking his mouth off. He used his hands to rub my ass and balls, and then took almost all of my dick in, which was about 5 and a half inches, but pretty fat. I started to rub his head, then he looked up at me, and I couldn't hold back any more. I came straight in his mouth, and he took it in but then let it drop back out, which is okay. I don't really like the taste either.
All I could think about after that was the cock that I felt rubbing against my leg through his whitey tighties. I told him to lay down on the towels, and started to kiss his legs again. Then I skipped past his dick and kissed his belly, never touching it. But then I felt it touching my neck through his underwear, where his cut head had popped out. He lifted his butt while I slipped his underwear off, and I saw seriously the best looking guy that I had ever seen. He was young looking, but very sexually developed and visibly horny as hell. I licked the bottom of his balls and touched only the tip of his dick with my thumb and pointey finger. I felt a string of precum on his head, and licked my way up to it. I licked the left side, then the right side, and finally took the head into my mouth, returning the cool little mouth closed tongue trick he taught me. With every stoke of my mouth, I paused at the top to try and slow him down, but I could feel his solid 6 inch dick pulsing and about to explode. It was time for my trademark move to be applied, and I knew it would send him over the edge. I started to lightly hum on his dick head while rubbing the bottom of his balls with one hand and stroking the bottom of his cock with the other. Sure enough, I felt the first string hit my tongue, then felt my cheeks being filled. I swallowed some, but most of it I let fall onto his stomach, where I just rubbed it into his skin while kissing his beautiful angelic face. We took the towel, cleaned up, and threw it into the trash can to eliminate evidence.
He left the bathroom first, and we came up with a plan to tell John if he had awaken to hear us. Kevin got sick, so I went into the bathroom to check on him. The noise was from him throwing up and we threw the towel away with the vomit. It was a pretty good story, but fortunately we did not have to use it. When I got back into bed, he kissed me, said thank you, and rolled over to go to sleep. I got very close behind him, and let my hand rest on his ass all night. It was truly the greatest sexual experience ever for me I think.
Whew, that was long. If you liked it, write me and let me know. I have some other pretty good ones, but it takes a lot to put them down on paper. Plus, these are actually real names, so I am kind of hoping that the people involved are reading and will write to let me know that they have come out of the closet and want to play again.
Alvin the Chipmunk achipmunk@lycos.com