Alvin's Adventures at a Biology Camp by Alvin the Chipmunk (achipmunk@lycos.com)
This is my second story. It is true, but I don't think you will find it as exciting as the first one, but either way I still like to think about it, so I will go ahead and write it anyway. Again, my name is Alvin. Now I am about to go into my first year in college, but when this took place I was in the tenth grade. I was chosen by my teachers to go on a little trip down to an island to do some biology studies and basically just hang out on the beach.
Again, I know how it is to read these stories, so I will describe myself before I begin, because I hate when people assume that you remember what they looked like from the last story. I was 15 at the time, and I had just gotten done with the soccer season, so I was ready to relax. I stay pretty tan all year round just because I am always playing some kind of sports and I also have pretty dark skin. I have light brown hair, which my dad says I need to cut because it hangs down to my neck. My eyes kind of change color, from hazel to green depending on the weather. I have been told by both guys and girls that I have very kissable lips, even though I think they are just a little bit too big. Anyway, at this time, I was in pretty good shape. I have always weighed about the same, 135, and I have been 5'9'' since the 8th grade. I run a lot so I have the kind of legs and ass that I like to see on other guys, pretty firm, but definitely not flat. I have never done any kind of anal sex and I doubt if I ever will unless I find the perfect guy. I kind of have a bird chest, and there is this one part where the bone sticks out just a little bit because I broke my collarbone once, but it's barely noticeable. And of course, to go along with my nickname of Alvin the Chipmunk I have a set of unmistakable dimples. So that's me. I know that I sound a little bit vain, but I do think I am a pretty good looking guy, and it has given me the chance to score with some pretty hot guys, so I intend to stay that way.
Now, on with the story. The first day of camp I had a really cool roommate named Jake. I think he was from Florida, pretty handsome but nothing to drool over. We became friends almost instantly, and I was really looking forward to getting to know him. So that night, we stayed up kind of late talking about girls and soccer and baseball and actually band. We both played the trombone, which was kind of cool. So nothing happened, and I had not planned on pursuing anything. I had met a cool guy who was obviously straight, so we would be friends.
The next day, Sean, who was the only other guy from my school, asked a favor of me. He wanted to know if I would switch roommates with him because he really did not get along with his. At first, I was very opposed to it because Jake and I had already become friends, but Sean begged me to do it, so I said yes. I figured that he couldn't be that bad, because I had a reputation for being able to get along with anybody.
His name was Jason Tull. He was a pretty small guy, only in the ninth grade. When I told him that I was going to switch rooms with Sean, he seemed really relieved. I could tell that he was not the most popular kid in school. In his freetime, he planned to enjoy a stack of Star Wars books, and listen to bad eighties music. But overall, I think he was a pretty good kid. It turned out that he was also in band--he played the French horn. So we had something in common, and he was at the very least not a nuisance. And he did come with a bonus. I guess it depends on what kind of guy you like, but I have always been a sucker for the cute, kind of skinny guys. Jason probably only weighed about 115 pounds. He had blond hair that was cut in a sort of old-school bowl shape, and a cute face with pretty white teeth and very delicate features like his eyebrows and lips. And to boot, he had some of the coolest blue eyes that I have ever seen.
He sat on his bed while we talked. I was sitting on the floor trying to get my clothes organized. When I looked up, I saw straight up his small red umbros. He was wearing briefs. They stood out from his surprisingly well-tanned legs. He said that he did not play any sports, but he had kind of a soccer player's build in his legs where you could see the muscle on the inside of his thighs. Anyway, I finally stopped staring, and we had to be ready to catch the fairy out to the island in just a couple of minutes. I found my bathing suit and went to a corner to put it on. I was hoping that Jason would follow my lead and begin to dress as well. He did, but he turned around in his own corner, and since he had already put his shirt on, I could not see anything.
On the way to and from the fairy ride, Jason sat next to me. Actually on the way back, he kind of fell asleep and started to lean on me. I was really starting to like Jason, even though he was a little geeky. That night was when I first saw a hint of the real Jason. At about 9:30, we were getting ready for bed, when John, a guy who went to school with Jason, came in to hang out. I had met John earlier and really liked him. He was kind of the class clown, and was usually fun to hang out with. He walked over to me and said, "Watch this." Apparently, Jason was kind of a joke back at his school, and they often would make him do dumb tricks. Jason did not know any better, and just played along to kind of seem like he was hanging out with the popular crowd.
Tonight's game was going to be a game of hypnotism. First, John tried to convince me that his teacher had really taught him how to do it, and that he could hypnotize anybody. I knew that he was full of crap, so I just kind of gave him a courtesy laugh, undressed to my boxers, and rolled into bed. Then of course, he convinced Jason to play along, and Jason was walking around the room pretending to be under his power. First, he made him stick the soap in his mouth, which he did. Then, he told him to lick the floor, which he also did. There were a couple of other things that weren't too funny, then he told him to get ready for bed, and that he would be in a deep sleep and not make until morning.
Jason did as he was told and got ready for bed. He took off his umbros and t-shirt, and was about to hop into bed when John began laughing and said that he had one other task. Jason was ready for bed, so he was just standing there in his briefs, waiting for his next command. As you can imagine, my interest was sparked by the situation, so I wanted to see what his next task was.
John commanded him to try and push me out of bed and steal my spot on my bunk. Of course, I threatened Jason and told him to stop playing the dumb game. I told him that if he jumped in bed with me, I was going to punch the crap out of him until he got out. I felt pretty certain that my threat had worked, but John answered with an equally menacing threat. So Jason jumped into my bed and began to try and wrestle me out. Then John snapped his fingers and said that Jason was to be in a deep sleep. So Jason stopped cold, laying half on top of me in just his underwear. One of my hands was on my crotch to protect myself from a potential knee attack, so when he stopped still, his crotch met with my hand.
It did not last long. I rolled him out of bed and pretended to be very upset. But while he was there, I did manage to grab his but and feel his crotch. His butt was not exactly the best butt, just because it did not have an athletic shape to it, but it was very nice to touch, soft enough to be fun to hold but firm enough to show maturity. His cock must have been about three inches limp and I am pretty sure that it was circumcised. He rolled on the floor back over to his bed and settled in. John eventually left, and we started to talk a little after he was gone. We mainly talked about band and stuff, and I was trying my best to think of a way to try a make a move.
Finally, I came up with an idea. I asked him if he was hot. I knew what the answer was. The place that we were staying had no air-conditioning and we were on the second floor. Me too, I said. Why don't we sleep on the floor. At first, he was very hesitant. He said that he did not want his back to hurt, and that he would rather not. So I had to think again. I got it: "We could lay our mattresses on the floor. Then we'll stay cool and still have a cushion." This seemed to satisfy him, so we began working on making our pallet on the floor. There was just barely enough room for us to fit both of them on the floor, and to my satisfaction, there was only about an inch separating them. We both got our sheets and pillows and started to go to sleep.
I was only waiting. I could tell that Jason was probably gay. All day long, I had been watching his eyes. On the fairy ride, he wore sunglasses. I was sitting across from him and a couple of times, I moved my legs far apart on purpose to see if he turned his head toward me. I couldn't see his eyes, but my test worked every time, and I was pretty sure he was looking at me. And then of course, there was the fact that he was willing to pretend to be hypnotized and jump on top of me wearing only his underwear.
So the first thing I did was turn my head away but get my body closer to him. I was so close I could feel his body heat coming through the thin sheet. Then, after about twenty minutes, I made a "I'm moving in my sleep grunt" and moved my hand over near his leg. Slowly, so slow that it was probably undetectable my human sight, I moved my hand over to where it rested lightly against the outside of his leg. I was not sure if he had fallen asleep or not, so I just waited. After a couple of minutes, he made the "I'm moving in my sleep" noise and put his leg on top of my hand.
I knew that it was smooth sailing from there. I turned my body towards him and brought my other hand over. With my hand still under his leg, I began to move it very slowly , using my fingers to make little circles on the underside of his leg. I moved centimeter by centimeter up his leg, until I reached the bottom of his underwear. Then I did not move. I had made the first move, and it was his turn now. My other hand was laying next to his belly, and I rested my thumb over on his hip, and waited. After a few seconds, he reached down and put his hand on top of my mine and moved it towards his stomach.
I began to make circles around his stomach, which was awesome. I usually love guys who have a nice muscular stomach, but there was something really awesome about touching a completely flat stomach that was also extremely soft that really turned me on. With my other hand, I began to put my fingers under the elastic of his briefs, and move them around over his legs. This whole time, I had still not touched his dick or balls. The only contact was from his tight underwear. I really wanted to look at him, so I threw the sheets off of him, and turned over on my belly. Then I put my head on the top of his leg, and started to rub my hair up his legs towards his dick. A girl did it to me one time, and I loved it, so I figured why not.
By this time, he was starting to moan, and began to reach over for my body. I didn't let him have it though. I moved farther down and between his legs. The first thing I did was put my hands under him to get a feel of his butt cheeks. I squeezed them both in my hands and saw his cock jump like it was on a trampoline. The bulge in his underwear stuck out about four inches and I could see that it must been painful for it to be kept in its pen like that. I knew that he had never gotten a blowjob, so I was about to volunteer to step up and give him one.
I licked the top of his dick head through the underwear, which I usually find kind of funny, but I could taste his precum mixed with cotton and it felt really cool. Then I put my hands inside the bottom of this briefs and moved his balls around with my fingers while licking his stomach. Then, I told him to lift up just a little, and I pulled his underwear straight off, all the way off his feet. I suddenly realized that we did not have blinds or a lock on the door, so if anyone walked by we would both be busted, but too late to think about that. His dick wasn't truly impressive. It was only about four and a half or five inches long, but it had a beautiful shape, and there was only the tiniest bit of pubic hair, so it stood out like a mighty sword.
When I touched it, I could not believe how hard it was. It was definitely the hardest cock that I had ever touched and still is. I don't even know if he had ever even jacked-off before. I thought I was going to have to let him go ahead and blow his load, and try again, but he amazed me with how long he held in. I grabbed it with my hand and began to lick his balls at the very bottom. I even stuck my tongue in his completely smooth asshole once, which I had never done before. He was leaking precum like a faucet, so I was able to pump him up and down while I licked him. He tasted so clean, like he had never sweated a day in his life.
I gave him the lollipop treatment, where you put your hands on his balls and just licked up the bottom of the shaft. You don't lick down, only up. It drives me wild, and I don't know why, but Jason also liked it. Then, I put only the head in my mouth and used my tongue to swirl around the top, making sure to enjoy his precum by dashing my tongue in his slit a couple of times. Then I licked up and down the outside for a little while then told him to open his eyes and watch. I swallowed all of him, all the way down to his balls, and left it there for a few seconds. Then, he put his hands on my head and told me to watch out. I took my head off the top and jacked him while he came all over his belly. I really wanted to lick it up, but I didn't know if that was maybe a little too much, so I just waited to see what he would do to me.
To be continues--if its any good. Write me if you think it is okay, or if you think it stinks.
achipmunk@lycos.com