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 3
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.
PART 4
The evening dragged slowly as we shared our days over dinner with the family and watched a little TV together. My sisters seemed intent on spending as much time with Miguel as possible, and my parents were enjoying him, too. But I was impatient to have him all to myself again.
By 9 I was ready to hit the homework (only three more months of this shit and I'd be outta there!) and hang out with my new roommate. I had a feeling we'd be "hanging out" together more than ever tonight -- literally -- and I was right. In no time at all we were down to our underwear. I had a hard time concentrating on my homework with this mostly naked Caribbean hunk lying on his bed only a few feet away. I envied the fact that the only thing he had to "study" were his sports magazines and his baseball cards. How I longed for summer and the freedom to do things like that!
Finally at 10:30 I was done and about ready to turn in. But I wanted to have a little fun first.
"Miguel, I think we were interrupted this morning before we finished what we started."
"Umm, yeah, I think we were," he replied, with a slight grin on his face. "Your dad walked in just as things were getting good. I have to ask you -- has he ever seen you naked like that before."
"Not like that. He's caught me bare-assed in bed a couple of times lately, but never when I was standing up with a hard-on."
"How did you, uh, feel about that, Will? Were you embarrassed?"
"What do you think? Wouldn't you be embarrassed if your dad walked in when you were naked and hard?"
"Not really," he replied. "My dad used to come in our room every morning and be sure my brothers and I were up. If we weren't, he'd pull our sheets off and see everything. And most of the time we had `morning wood,' as you call it. We just got used to it. We used to wear pajamas to bed when we were younger, but one morning when I was 13 and just entering puberty he was really mad about something I'd done, and he made me strip naked and spanked me while all my brothers watched. Then afterward he made me just stand there naked and crying while he gave me a good lecture. Talk about embarrassed -- all three of my little brothers were staring at me wide-eyed! Although I hated the spanking and the crying, I decided I kinda liked being naked around my brothers and usually stayed that way in the evenings in our room and all night long. Pretty soon, one by one, they all started doing the same thing. After a few years of that,
it was no longer any big deal."
"Wow, that's some story." I was starting to get hard. "Did it bother you that my Dad saw you naked and hard this morning, too?"
"Not really. I assumed it would happen eventually, especially since we're sharing a bathroom with him. He sure took a good look at us this morning, didn't he?"
"I noticed that. But enough about Dad. I believe we were going to get more used to the idea of being naked around each other," I reminded him. "And you were in the middle of taking a good look at me. Then it's gonna be my turn, my friend."
Standing where I stood when Dad interrupted us this morning, I took a deep breath and shucked off my briefs. Standing nude in front of Miguel was even more exciting tonight than it had been this morning. As he sat up on the side of his bed and examined me closely all over, my cock rose to its "full, upright, and locked" position in just seconds.
"I've never seen a cut penis before, Will. You have a very nice one. May I touch it?"
A dizzy feeling ran through me as I nodded my assent -- for the first time in my young life, another dude had his hand on my erection. No one but a doctor had touched me down there since I was a little boy -- though God knows I'd been dying for some guy to do it -- and it felt even more amazing than I'd dreamed of. Miguel pulled my dick down slowly and let it bounce back up, examining my lack of foreskin and my always-exposed glans and running his fingers through my pubes. I hadn't counted on his wanting to touch me, and the excitement of it nearly blew me away. He examined my balls, too, and hefted them in their sac, like he was weighing produce at the grocery store -- only with the greatest of tenderness.
"Awesome," he finally said, as he withdrew his hand but not his eyes. "I've always wanted to see an American man naked...I mean, to see how you would compare to me, that is."
"Well, now you have," teasing him a bit. "Were you expecting three balls or maybe a little American flag sticking out my dick, or what?"
He just laughed.
I was starting to think that I might not be the only gay guy in the room, but Miguel hadn't actually said or done anything conclusive enough yet to make me feel comfortable enough to reveal my own orientation. But Lord knows I'd revealed quite a lot to him already. He won't be forgetting any time soon what I look like naked...and hard.
I sat down on my bed, silently indicating that he was the next act in this little show. He took the hint, standing up and letting his boxers fall to the floor and kicking them off. Just like that he was as naked as I was. Incredible! I just stared openly at his body and tried to keep from drooling on his feet. I'd seen him lying down and sitting down naked, but when a guy is standing in front of you that way you can see everything he's got, up close and personal. I was mesmerized by his beauty and his raw sexuality.
Miguel was an inch or so under six feet tall -- about three inches taller than me -- and his buffed body was a real standout compared to mine. Everything he had was perfect -- bronze skin, just the right amount of dark curly body hair, ripped muscles, perfect white teeth, dark brown bedroom eyes. He turned slowly around, like I had done for him this morning and let me see his sculpted body in all its glory.
His ass was the sweetest one I'd ever seen -- much better than any of my teammates -- and his uncut cock and balls were perfectly proportioned and enticing as hell. I'd never seen an uncut penis this close before, and I was eager to see how it would feel in my hand. He was already almost half hard, and his foreskin had started to pull back a little and reveal the head of his cock, which was now peeking out at me. A drop of his pre-cum emerged at the same time. I was intoxicated with the smell of him.
I reached out and held it in my hand, like he had done to mine, and I gently pushed his foreskin back so I could see all of the head. He moaned appreciatively as he felt my fingers touching his most sensitive body part, and his cock responded to my touching by rising to an almost vertical position -- the same position my own was still in -- and leaking pre-cum almost like a bubbler. My other hand roamed to the contents of his ball sac, and I could see -- and feel -- that he was hung even better than me. And that was saying something, in my immodest opinion.
"Oooh, I think that's enough, my friend," he said, pulling back from my curious hand. "You don't want this rocket to go off in your face, do you?"
I might have disagreed with that "threat," but I kept quiet, still guarding my little secret and continuing my visual exploration of this beautiful man's body. To say I was enthralled with it would have been an understatement. He was nothing short of stunning!
"I think we should get ready for bed now, Will, before we do something we might regret."
"You're right," I lied, disappointed for this show to come to an end so soon. "But I guess we don't need to hide ourselves any longer from each other. We've seen it all now, haven't we?"
"We certainly have, my American friend. We certainly have. Just let it all hang out from now on, and I'll gladly do the same."
We took turns with the robe and the bathroom and soon were ready to turn off the lamp between our beds. After a few seconds of tension-filled silence, Miguel spoke up again.
"Now that we have no secrets from each other, I think I need to take care of some business," he said, throwing back his sheet and preparing to do what he thought he'd done in private in the middle of last night.
"Don't let me stop you," I said, trying to ignore his comment about having no secrets, "but you're not the only one who's kinda horned up."
I threw back my own sheet and matched him stroke for stroke in our separate beds. We finished in nearly a dead heat, cleaned ourselves up, and dropped into a deep, contented sleep. I dreamed about my hot naked new roommate, never expecting the incredible turn that our budding friendship would take a few nights later.
(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.)