The following story about Will, an 18-year-old man in California, and Miguel, a 19-year-old baseball player from the Dominican Republic, is a work of fiction. I made it up and used names not associated with anyone I know. If you're a minor, you don't belong here, but you know that already. Go do something productive instead.
Please don't reproduce this story in any form without my permission -- it's my creation and I own the rights to it. Please let me know what you think of it at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com. It will continue for several more chapters.
- Damian
END OF PART 2
I lay there for a while knowing that two very naked dudes were occupying the room, but in separate beds -- my full-size one and Miguel's twin-size one. I wondered when I would get my first unencumbered look at Miguel's body -- and when he would get a look at mine. I drifted off to sleep thinking about it and hoping it wasn't too far off.
PART 3
Sometime in the middle of the night I was aware that Miguel went to the bathroom. I woke up as he was putting on "our" robe but didn't stir myself. There was a window on the other side of his bed, and there was just enough light coming in through the shade that it provided me with a nice silhouette of his body when he returned and shucked the robe. I could see that his cock was half hard and pointing straight out from his body. I couldn't see his face.
Just as I was drifting off again, still facing Miguel's bed, I heard something and woke up to the unmistakable sounds a guy makes when pleasuring himself. The window still served as an excellent backdrop for what I was seeing in the dim light. Miguel was now lying on top of his sheets on his back. His right hand was fondling his now fully erect cock, and he was running his left hand over his chest and nipples. Holy shit -- he was jacking off only four or five feet from me! My own cock got instantly hard as I witnessed this "private" act.
Miguel would raise one knee and then the other as his sexual tension built. I knew from these signs and from personal experience that he wouldn't last long, and he didn't. Pretty soon his legs were down flat on the bed and he was pointing his toes away from himself. A soft moan escaped his lips as the first wave of sexual release washed over him, and he raised his butt slightly off the mattress. I couldn't see his actual cum, but I knew that he was in the throes of a great orgasm and coating his belly and chest with his man juices. I lay perfectly still so he'd think I was asleep, but at this point I was anything but. I'd never seen anyone else jack off before, and I almost felt pleasure coursing through my own body as he came down from his high.
He lay there a minute or two and then wiped himself clean with something -- his boxers, I guessed. Pretty soon he turned on his side facing me and covered himself with his top sheet. The scent of fresh cum permeated the air, and I enthusiastically inhaled it.
Wow! What a scene! I continued to lie perfectly still until I heard the soft purring that told me Miguel had drifted back off to sleep. What now? I was wide awake and horny as hell. Eventually I turned onto my back with my rock-hard erection pointing up toward my belly button. I wanted to get off myself, but I'd never done it with anyone else in the room before and didn't really want to get caught like I'd caught the horny hunk in the next bed.
But the urgent need that was building in my lower body would not be ignored. I was still covered by my top sheet, but I pulled it down slowly until the tip of my cock was peeking out an inch or two. I reveled in the feel of the soft sheet against my emerging cock and pulled the sheet slowly over it, feeling the fabric as I pulled it slowly down my body. I loved that feeling! The ceiling fan was lazily turning above me, and I felt a slight movement of air on my body, giving me goose bumps all over.
Soon I was totally uncovered -- even my feet -- and I enjoyed the tension that was escalating throughout my whole body. I ran my fingers over my chest, tweaking my nipples and gradually stroking the few hairs I have on my lower belly. My eyes were closed, and I imagined the sight I'd seen of Miguel doing the same thing only minutes before. If he'd been half as turned on as I was at that point, I knew he'd really been to heaven and back.
I'm not one to jack in a hurry. I like taking my time and feeling the pleasure in all parts of my body -- especially my nipples and my balls, which were now tightening up against my body in their hairy sac. I just slowly touched all that God gave me, saving the best for last. Finally, I gently stroked my index finger from my pee slit down my shaft to my balls and back, barely touching it. Then I did the same thing with my thumb to the other side of my rock-hard cock.
A substantial amount of pre-cum was now oozing from my slit, and I used my thumb and fingers to wash it over my glans and down my shaft. I tried to remember the last time I was this turned on, but I couldn't. It was exquisite! I thought back to seeing Miguel's hard cock protruding from his boxers the previous morning as he got out of bed. I thought he was probably uncut -- unlike me -- but with his cock so hard it was difficult to tell for sure. His looked to be just as long as mine but probably a bit bigger around.
Then my mind moved to the memory of Miguel's boxers sliding down his perfect ass as he got naked for bed a few hours ago. That's when I lost it. I gasped a little, and the first volley hit me squarely in the face -- a first for me. Then I could feel several others on my chest and belly as my cock unloaded the most volleys I'd ever felt. Oh man! Again the air was fragrant with the smell of fresh cum. I wondered if Miguel was aware of any of what just happened, but there was no stirring from his side of the room. I cleaned myself up as best I could with the cum rag I kept under my bed, then walked naked to the bathroom to take a piss and clean myself up a little better.
When I got back I noticed that Miguel had shifted positions on his bed and was now facing the window. Maybe he had been aware on some level of what just happened in my own bed. We were going to have to talk about this eventually -- we couldn't continue to hide our bodies and our frequent personal sexual releases forever. We had the same equipment and used it in the same way, so there really was no need to pretend otherwise. I wondered if he would feel the same way. I slipped back into bed, covered my nudity with my sheet, and quickly drifted off to sleep again, thoroughly satisfied.
The next morning I awoke to the agreeable sight of Miguel's exposed ass. He was lying mostly face down, but with his left leg bent, causing his ass to be turned slightly in my direction. His sheet was mostly off, covering only his lower legs and feet. He was still very much asleep.
Now that it was light outside, I grabbed my robe for a quick trip to the john, hoping that Miguel wouldn't move until I got back. He didn't. His beautiful backside was mine for all the visual exploration I wanted to allow myself to engage in. His ass was truly a work of art! Had he exposed it to me this way intentionally?
I shucked the robe and crawled back into bed, covering myself to my waist. The slight noise I made caused Miguel to wake. He became aware that his sheet was not covering very much of his body, but he made no move to cover himself up as he turned over and looked at me.
I guess he was through being modest because he yawned and stretched his arms up toward the headboard. His morning wood lay fully exposed to my eyes, and he kicked his sheet the rest of the way off.
"Good morning, Will," he said, not seeming to care that I could see his whole body now, nose to toes.
"Morning, Miguel," I replied, throwing my sheet off and swinging my feet onto the floor in his direction. Despite having just peed, my morning wood had returned in full force. Miguel and I were seeing each other completely naked for the first time in daylight. He sat up on the side of his bed facing me with the same kind of hard-on I had. We had finally given up the pretense of shielding our bodies from each other.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked.
"Yes, very well, except that I was awake for a half hour or so after I had to go to the bathroom. How about you?"
"Yes, same here. I heard you get up, and I was awake for a while myself."
He looked at me kind of funny and dropped his eyes.
"Did I wake you when I got up?" he asked.
"I'm a light sleeper. It's okay."
He paused, looking a little sheepish.
"Will, I think we need to talk. Like I told you, I have a lot of brothers, and we had to share one bedroom. We were naked around each other all the time, and, well, you know, we had to do certain things in front of each other because we didn't have any privacy. You're used to being in here by yourself. I'm glad that we can finally be comfortable talking to each other naked like this, but when I get worked up I need to get myself off. Umm, you saw me doing that last night, didn't you?"
Wow -- this was a lot of candor coming at me all at once. I was still getting used to the idea of being naked with this hunk, and now he wanted to talk about jacking off. I couldn't hold eye contact any longer, as I looked down and said, "Yes. I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. I've never seen anyone do that before. I hope that doesn't make you mad."
"Not at all, Will. Like I said, my brothers have watched me do it -- hundreds of times probably -- and I've seen them do the same thing, so it doesn't bother me at all. Were you aware that I was awake when you did it, too?"
"Oh shit, no -- I thought you were asleep. Did you see the whole thing from the beginning?"
"Most of it, yes." He was looking directly into my blue eyes with his big brown ones. I blushed, feeling very exposed sitting there naked. Of course, Miguel was naked, too, and I noticed that we were both still very hard with our morning wood -- or whatever it was. I'd never had such an intimate conversation with a naked man before, and this one was more intimate than I thought I could handle. My cock was throbbing noticeably, and so was Miguel's.
"Miguel, I think we should get comfortable with our nudity before we talk anymore about jacking off," I said standing up. "I'm not used to this, and I'd like us to start the day by taking a good look at each other so we don't have to be shy about that any longer,"
I felt so vulnerable standing there right in front of Miguel with my hands at my side, but also incredibly turned on.
"Turn around, Will -- I want to see all of you," he said, quite pointedly I thought. I folded my hands behind my head and turned around slowly. My cock couldn't have been harder if I'd tried. I wasn't used to anyone staring at my body, but for some reason I really wanted Miguel to do that. And he did -- very intently.
"You have a great body, Will. Don't be afraid of showing it off," Miguel said, leaning back with his hands behind him on his bed. His own cock was still standing up as proudly as mine. I noticed how large his testicles were.
"Will, are you up?" I heard my dad's voice from the hallway. I couldn't find my voice to respond before he opened the unlocked door and poked his head in. Surveying the situation -- his very naked son standing in front of his very naked renter, both with stiff hard-ons -- he said, "Morning, boys. Sorry to interrupt, but you need to get a move on if you want me to drop you at school, Will."
Dad had caught me naked in bed a couple of times, but never standing buck-ass naked like this with a hard-on. He could see it all! He seemed unfazed but didn't back out of the room quite as quickly as I thought he should.
"Breakfast in 10 minutes, fellas. I think it's, uh, sausage and eggs," he said with a smile.
By then I had begun to lose my hard-on and raced to get myself dressed. I'd have to shower at school on my lunch hour or after gymnastics practice.
Miguel got dressed, too, not seeming to be bothered by my dad's sudden and prolonged appearance at the door. I guess he really was used to being seen that way. I was still flustered over the unexpected intrusion and had trouble maintaining eye contact with Dad over breakfast and on the way to school. I was just glad he didn't ask me any questions.
After a quick lunch, I decided to take an even quicker shower in the boys' locker room. An entire class of freshmen boys was just ending a gym period, so I had to endure more than a few stares from a bunch of boys who seemed more than pleased to have a well-known (and well-hung) senior on the varsity gymnastics team getting naked with them. I hadn't been counting on that possibility.
By the time I was through with gymnastics practice and showered again with my teammates and the team manager, I'd been seen naked today by at least 35 guys, including my dad and Miguel. What a day, but it wasn't over yet! Tonight I was going to be doing some serious looking of my own, and I was eagerly looking forward to it.
(To be continued soon. Much more to come. Comments? Please write to Damian at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com. Please mention your first name and location in your message. I like to know where my readers live. Thanks for reading my story.)