Aidan was a changed person by the time he returned home. There was barely enough time to wash his clothes, go through his mail and begin to pack the trunk his father had purchased.
The drive to the campus was going to be a long one and he wanted to start early in the morning. Clyde wouldn't be there until Monday so he'd have plenty of time to settle in before his roommate would arrive.
But he had something he needed to do before he left. So Aiden needed to pack up everything and put it in the garage for his early morning departure.
The backpack seemed heavy two months ago when he left home. Despite many arguments, negotiations and hours spent doing odd jobs, he left home to travel on his own. Europe was hours away and as he found out further in ways measured in culture, history, attitudes and experiences.
He wanted Terry to go with him. They had been buddies through high school and remained close despite going to different Universities after graduation. He began his campain to convince Terry over the holidays. And Terry acted like he was interested.
But as time passed and their first year in college ended, Terry revealed he was taking a job in Seattle with his Uncle.
So Aidan went alone.
Much had happened durign those 8 weeks, things he planned to tell Terry about. And in telling him would reveal more then just those adventures.
They were close. In high school you couldn't find one without the other being nearby. They had most of the same classes, went out for wrestling, stood naked next to each ohte rin the gym class shower, swam for the local YMCA weekend swim team and spent many nights at each others' houses.
They shared stories of parental arguments, teacher woas, evidence of puberty, first orgasms, reaction to girls, grade struggles and private indulgences that only best friends can talk to each other about.
In the darkness of their bedrooms, secrets and dreams were spoken without judgement no matter what they said to each other.
But one thing Aiden didn't reveal. He knew eventually he mgiht have to if his suspicions were right. In the darkness he and Terry's moans and groans shared their teenage need to release punt up energy but what Aiden didn't share was what images were in his head as he stroked.
Among the many naked, muscled and beautiful eyed men in his head was the image of Terry. He tried to dispell those thinking that was because they were so close. But his gut churnded harder, his breathing deepened and his penis throbbed harder when Terry's image was there. And that, he never told Terry.
The flight to Amsterdam was a long one. He had researched the entire trip on the internet. Maps of his destinations were practically burned into his brain. So when he left the terminal to find the bus, it was like he had done it thousands of times.
He appeared so at home that other tourists approached him asking where to find what busses, hotels, building...and he knew most of the answers.
Aiden's his backpack feeling natural by the time he had walked several blocks. He decided to look around before he headed to the youth hostel. The canals, the slender streetcars and bicycle traffic seemed like the largest college town he'd ever seen.
People seemed determined as they moved here and there but there wasn't the frantic feeling he got back home. And yes he stopped in a coffee shop and inhaled with the others who had gathered there. Many backpacks on the floor told him he was not alone.
By the time Aiden addressed the young guy behind the dutch door counter, it had begun to get dark outside. And in actuality it was even later due to the time difference.Aidan was tired.
He didn't notice the smile the boy gave him. Aiden answered some of the questions about where he was from, that he had never been there before and how long he planned to stay there...but he didn't linger.
The bed was in the back of the dormatory like room. Unlike the other beds, his didn't have a bunk bed arrangement and in fact it felt separate from the others.
Some of the other beds contained hurridly tossed baggage, some sleeping forms and a few awake and talking guys. Languages were recognizable including german, french and even spanish.
Aiden spoke a little spanish himself so he understood portions of their discussion.
He stripped down to his calvins taking a towel found the large cement grey floor and wall shower. The water flow could be heard in the hallway so he knew he wouldn't be alone.
Putting his towel and underwear on a peg he walked naked into the communal shower and found an unoccupied place to stand under hot water. It felt good and that's when Aiden felt his shoulder muscles being to relax. He wasnt' aware they had tightened.
Looking around Aiden saw the others who were there. He nodded when eyes met his or smiles greeted him. Under one hot spray there were two guys soaping each others' backs. He wanted to stare but knew better. Aiden turned away.
"Want me to wash yours?" the voice asked. Aiden turned around quickly to see a freckled faced, flat topped all american face. But his voice had an accent, English.
"Uh that's ok" Aiden replied nervously.
"It's ok, we all do it here, where are you from?" the voice said. Aiden felt the hands on his shoulders not nly soaping but massaging. He answered the questions and not wanting to seem rude stayed in place. As time passed, it seemed more natural. They talked, Aiden's new friend was Ian and he was intent on soaping Aiden head to toe.
Aiden had never had anyone touch him in the shower. He had gotten massages but usually he wore underwear or a swim suit. He was naked now..his buttocks feeling Ian's hands slide over them.
"Shit" Aiden said turning. Ian laughed "it's ok mate, look me too" he said. Aiden saw that the nw friend also had an erection.
"OK your turn" Ian said. And shaking nervously, Aiden soaped his hands and touched the naked body. He wondered what Terry's body felt like. They had wrestled, even wrestled wearing very little..but doing something like this was different.
"Nice hands mate" Ian said. Aiden jumed when Ian's hands touched his erection. He took Aidan's hands and put it on his own penis.
Aidan looked around. Nobody was paying attention to them. And Ian and he proceeded to stroke each other until they were clutching at each other, gasping, rubbing legs and arms until their bodies released their streams of sperm.
"Nice mate, thanks" Ian patted Aiden's bare buttocks.
They towel themselves and each other. They talked and were soon wandering the streets stopping here and there for beers, music and even food.
Ian left the next day. Aiden seemed lost and alone in a different way then he had felt when he left home. It was different. Nightly showers didn't find another Ian for him to share sensations with.
But he explored, drank, ate, danced, talked, met and in general had fun. Women flirted with him and upon occasion he thought some of the guys he met did too.
He sat on his bed days later thinking about that first day in the shower with Ian, thinking about his fantasies about Terry and others and inhaled the joint he had managed to obtain.
"Hey" it was the young guy who had checked him in. "Uh we got crowded so I can't use the bed I usually use. I uh thought maybe you had room"
Aiden looked at the boy. He was either his age or a little younger. "I had spent a couple of night with Ian, you know Ian right?"
Aiden nodded and smiled.
"Hey don't worry, relax, it's the HOSTELS RULE, you just do what you want to do" Klaus bent over and pressed his lips against Aiden's. It felt good, natural even. Aiden pulled him onto the bed.
That night, the feeling of a naked male's body against his in bed was beyond his fantasies. It was different then being with Ian in the shower. The petting, stroking and lips on his erection that night told Aiden something new.
They laughed and talked as they showered. There was no sex. And everyone knew Klaus since he had checked most of them into the hostel.
Aiden spent the next few nights with Klaus not only exploring but experiencing things he had heard about and thought about.
Klaus stayed there to work. He kissed Aiden deeply while others waited their turn to check out. Aiden relunctantly lifted his backpack to continue his journey confirming plans to see Klaus in Germany in a few weeks.
He had much to tell Terry about. There was Ian and Klaus. There was Jean who he met on the train going south to Paris. There was Jean's friend Paul who convinced Aiden to share a wild weekend with the two of them. Aiden felt them both inside him at the same time making educating his body with combined sensations.
In Berlin, he found Klaus exactly in the store Klaus had said his family owned. His parents took Aiden in like a member of the family, not minding the boys shared bed and bath in their home.
"UH Terry something happened over these past two months. I mean I kind of knew it would sooner or later" He stammered.
Terry sat in the swing in the park they used to play as children.
"I know what you mean" Terry said smiling. "If you're going to tell me you got laid, me too"
Aiden was distracted from his own admission for an instant. "Uh well yea, I did but probably not in the way you think" he said hoping Terry would just guess so he wouldn't have to admit it.
"Well if you're going to say you met up with one of the guys from the Y swim team from Seattle we met, then I'll be surprised".
Aiden looked confused.
"Remember Charley Redment the strong guy, breast stroke?" Terry asked.
Aiden nodded.
"We fucked"
Aiden didn't know what to say.
"Hell we fucked when he was here."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Aiden asked.
"Shit man I knew you'd react this way. Sorry man your best friend is a fag" Terry said starting to stand and walk away if Aidan's reaction warrented.
"Hey me too" Aiden said
"Right" Terry said.
"No really that's what I was going to tell you..really"
They spent the night as they had many other nights sharing the bedroom and the darkness as they told their stories, shared their revelations.
But Aiden knew he had to leave very early in the morning and there wasn't alot of time left.
So he relied on the HOSTELS RULE and reached for Terry.
And Terry reached back.