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Hey. I've been enjoying nifty for many years now. I came across it when I was 16 and have enjoyed many of the stories here. I thought I might share a story or two about some of my experiences. Hope you enjoy.
My name is Mat. My folks always had me spell it "Matt" but I started reading the Wheel of Time series when I was 12 and my favorite character is "Mat" with one "T" so I started spelling my name that way. For those of you who don't like fantasy stories -- don't worry I'm not going to tell a story set in "Rand Land" as it's called by us WOT geeks, I'm just explaining my name. :) For those of you who wished it were -- e-mail me and maybe I'll try my hand at a story - I've thought about several at certain times -- if you know what I mean :)
But back to my life -- About the time I turned 13, I had an uncle who suggested I attend one of our military academies. I'm not going to mention which one, but I will be sharing with you a story or two from there eventually. But the reason I mention it now, is that at the time I was somewhat of a pudge ball and I needed to get in shape. I wasn't a team sport type of guy, so I found myself on the cross country team. I'd never run more than a mile at one time in my life, and now I had joined a team that ran 3.1 miles for their race!
Over the course of my ninth grade year, I shed my chubbiness. By the end of my tenth grade year, I had shot up about six inches. So going into eleventh grade, I was turning 16, stood about 6'1" and weighed around 175. I ran cross country in the fall and competed in disc and shot up in the spring. I was trim, but with toned muscles and some bulk. I was never an outstanding distance runner, but could eek out a 6th or 7th spot on the varsity team about half the time. With the discus, I managed a 120 foot - plus through enough to earn points for the team more times than not.
Academically, I got straight A's and even several A+'s. I share all this so you can get a picture of me. I wasn't a geek, but I wasn't a jock. I didn't hang out with the football players, but I also didn't have my head buried in a book all hours of the day. I attended a middle sized high school in the suburbs and had a group of good friends, mostly other runners and track teammates.
I also was hot for the girls. I dreamed a thought a lot about what might happen after a date, tried some things -- even got my hand down a girl's jeans once, and she got hers down mine. And it wasn't forced by any means. A lot of my fantasies that I had while I stroked my 6" cut dick were about girls.
But -- that wasn't the whole story. I also realized I had thoughts about several of the guys. I tried not to, but often, when I was stoking, suddenly my fantasy would switch from one the girls to one of the guys. I would have dreams about hanging out with a bunch of naked guys.
So when the events that followed happened, I have to say, it wasn't all unwelcome.
Our school didn't allow juniors to have cars on campus -- not enough parking spots -- so I routinely walked home, as I lived too close (by 2 blocks only!) to use the bus. Eric, one of the full backs on the football team, walked the same way I did. He lived about a half mile closer to the school, though. We often walked together. We'd known each other since kindergarten and had a casual friendship, in that we walked and talked on the way to and from school (mostly from, unless I happen to be passing by his house when he left).
Maybe I should describe myself. I have light brown hair, that I normally cut in a flat top. Hazel eyes, with some freckles. Eric is a little shorter than me, not as bulked up as a defensive man, but still ripped. He was hispanic, one of the few in our school. Despite being a suburb, we were almost 100% white. Rumor had it that we had been a "sheltered community" back in the 50's that kept ethnic groups out. It wasn't right by any means, but just how it was.
So anyway -- it was early November, cross country had just finished two weeks ago, and we were walking home. We were about a block before Eric's house, when it started to downpour. I was about to rush past Eric's house, to run the rest of the way home. When he said, "Hey, why don't you come in and wait it out."
My parents wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, and in between cross country and track, I had little to do in the afternoons, so I said, "Sure."
Did I mention that Eric occasionally was a fantasy of mine?
I ran inside the door and I was just drenched, like all the way to my undies -- which were tighty whities at the time -- pretty much what everyone wore -- boxers weren't that fashionable yet with the guys in our high school.
No one was home, Eric mentioned neither of his parents got home before 7pm or so. His older brother played basketball and was at practice. "We're soaked," he exclaimed, as if this was a shocking news break.
"No shit sherlock," I replied in one of my oh so witty comebacks. He just grinned and laughed.
"I think we're about the same size, you can throw on some of my clothes and we can run yours through the dryer."
"You sure?" I inquired.
"No sweat, Mat, don't want you catching cold or some shit like that." We were in high school, we were guys, we felt we needed to cuss every other sentence of something.
I followed him up to his room, dripping all the way. He grabbed a couple of towels from a closet before opening a door into his bedroom. The walls were a dark blue and covered with posters. Actually several of the posters covered the ceiling as well. Most were various sports figures -- a couple of football stars, several hockey players and baseball players, and even a couple of swimmers and track stars.
"Nice room," I quipped. Course the way my mind works, I could help but think that if I had all those posters up in my room, I'd probably jack off to one of them every night before bed -- and probably a couple other times during the day as well. :)
Eric was already peeling his water soaked shirt off. I was starting to shiver -- the rain had been freezing, as only a November rain can be. I followed suit. At first it was just like changing in the locker room. We had gym every day and practice most days, so that was no big deal.
Only two things were different. First, and I realized this as soon as I was naked, I didn't have any clothes to change into or a shower to head into. And second, standing there naked, with Eric also naked, there was suddenly this intimate feeling. Here we were two naked guys in a bedroom.
And -- dammit -- my little buddy was starting to respond to this awkward situation. Just then Eric turned around and we were facing each other -- naked and wet.
I could have swore that he gave a small gasp and looked me over for a second, but that was ridiculous. "Here," he said -- was he a little breathless? He grabbed one of the towels, which he had thrown on his double bed, and handed it to me. He grabbed the other one. I dried off and then wrapped the towel around my waist. Eric dried off as well, but he simply threw his back on his bed and walked over to his dresser nude. I couldn't keep my eyes off his ass. I was definitely chubbing now.
He grabbed two pairs of underwear. He turned around and tossed one to me. I had been holding the towel with my right hand. When he tossed me the underwear, I instinctively used that hand and the towel fell to the ground. I wasn't fully hard by any means, but my dick wasn't completely deflated either.
I swear Eric was looking at my crotch and that he gave a small smile, but then he bent over to step into his skivvies and straighten up. I followed suit quickly. The underwear were the same size as mine, so they fit fine. But I couldn't help thinking about how they were his.
Eric turned around again and rummaged through another drawer. "I only got a couple pair of clean shorts, try these. There the smaller pair. All I get are hand me downs, and they tend to be on the bigger side."
I tried them on. They slid right off me. In another month, it would've been ok, but with me just finishing the cross country season, I hadn't been working my gluts, my ass was trim from all the distance running.
Eric just laughed. "Hey don't sweat it, you can just go with the undies until your clothes dry, it's just us. You can be like Tom Cruise in Risky Business."
"Sure," I replied. I wasn't really sure about it, but i didn't want to seem like I was nervous or something. After all, it's not like we're gay, right?
I'd like to say that something actually happened that day, but for the next hour we played some Nintendo games, me just in my underwear. When the dryer dinged, I got my clothes, and got dressed. The storm had abated and after saying, "see ya" I headed home.
I figured that was a one off type situation -- you know something that happened once, and then life goes on as normal.
But the next morning, as I was walking to school, I found Eric sitting on his front steps. As I approached his house, he stood up and walked down the front walk and met me. He had this grin on his face, like he was happy to see me.
"Hey, how's it going?" he asked.
"Not bad, you?"
I continued walking and we talked. About nothing in particular. It was exactly strange, we'd walked to school together before, but it had always been if I happened to pass his house as he was leaving. He'd never been waiting for me before.
At school, nothing changed -- we had our own group of friends that we hung out with, but to and from school we ended up walking together.
About a month later, it was the first Monday in December, Eric asked me something that just floored me.
"Hey Mat, you got plans over Christmas break?"
"Some, we always go to my gramps for Christmas Eve, it's his birthday, and then I go to my dad's for Christmas day. I usually stay with him for a couple of days."
"But what about over New's Years? You got any plans for that?"
"Just hanging with my parents and grandparents." FYI -- my parents are divorced, and my mom is remarried.
"Do you have to hang with them?"
"Not necessarily. Why you asking?"
"My dad's got to go to Vail for business and he gets to take the family. Tony can't go, they got the the Winter Classic on New Years. So my dad said I could bring a friend." The Winter Classic was a basketball tournament with a bunch of schools held at one of the state universities.
I was floored. "You want me to go?" I asked a little incredulously.
Eric looked like he blushed a little, but again I figured I just imagined it. Being hispanic, it wasn't as easy to tell as it would be on a pale skinned guy. "Sure, I thought it might be fun. We get to ski and hang out. I've never skied before, so it should be fun."
All I could say was, "Fuck ya." I knew I must have a shit eating grin on my face, but it was so cool to be asked by Eric to do this. "You'll probably need to have your parents talk to mine. "
"No problem." Eric was smiling too. But then the smile faded and he got a serious look on his face. "Hey, if you don't mind though, don't mention this around school."
"Ok -- no prob. I'll keep it between us." I wondered why he wanted me to keep quiet, and and part of me wondered if the reason was one I hoped it was.
The next month flew by and suddenly it was Dec 27 and I was at the airport with Eric and his parents. They had seats in first class, but Eric and I had to sit in coach, which was fine with us. We were seated next to each other towards the back of the plane. It was fairly crowded, so it wasn't surprising that Eric had to have his leg up against mine. And I felt no reason to move mine away.
That's probably a good place to stop. Let me know what you think.
You can e-mail me at red.mat23@gmail.com