Hi all. The following is a true story that begins two months after my 17th birthday. All people and descriptions are real, and only first names were used. My name is Albert (Al by most) and I am now 18 years old, so I thought I would write this down while it was still fresh in my mind. I really enjoy the stories of this site, and I hope that you will enjoy mine. It takes a while to get started, so I hope you'll bear with me. This is my first installment of a story that spans over a year's time. Please let me know what you think.
Oliver and I Installment #1:
Well, I guess I should start off by telling you a little about myself. I'm 6'5" tall at 210 lbs. with a light complexion, dirty blond hair, and icy blue eyes. I'm not athletic or anything, but I work long hours at the farm I live on with my dad so I'm fairly muscular. I'm also a huge STAR WARS fan, which is how all of what I'm about to tell you began.
Just before my 17th birthday I heard about a really cool science fiction convention called Dragon CON. It is held every year at the Hyatt Regency Hotel in Atlanta, Georgia-usually toward the end of July for about four days. I had talked to a few people who had gone before and they highly recommended it. I really wanted to go, and since my family (just me, my dad and little brother) was due for a small vacation anyway, I convinced my father to go. When the end of July came we took a plane down to Atlanta on a Thursday and arrived at a hotel about 2 miles from the event, which started that Friday. Because we waited so long to find a hotel, most were all booked up-but we got lucky. Waiting at the airport to take us to the hotel was a friend of mine I met online. I had brought a costume with me so I welcomed his help in transporting the two big boxes it was in. (It's a Darth Vader costume, 2 years in the making.) Well my dad, brother and I got to the hotel and decided to sleep after our long trip from Ohio. That didn't last long. About 2 hrs. after we arrived the phone rang. I went over and picked it up. Bob, who picked us up from the airport earlier, was calling from the Hyatt where he and most of the other costumers in his group were staying.
"Hey buddy!" I heard the familiar voice say.
"What's up man." I replied, still tired.
"Do you think you could meet me down here in about an hour?" he asked.
I looked over at the clock and saw that it was about 7:00 PM. "Sure." I said.
"Great! See you later!"
With that I hung up the phone and told my dad I was to meet up with the rest of the group at the Hyatt. We took a taxi and arrived at the Hyatt around 8:15 pm. I walked in and saw Bob in the middle of the lobby right away. (He's about 35 years old by the way.) You see, I belong to this group of people who suit up in their costumes and escort the convention's honored guests and movie stars from place to place all four days, so I needed to get various passes for clearance. Pretty cool huh?
"Glad you could make it! he said as he gave me a pass to wear around my neck. "Be here about 7:00 tomorrow morning to suit up with the rest of us for the CON."
"Okay." I said. "But what do I do about the costume? I'm two miles away and I can't keep dragging it back and forth with me every day."
Bob thought about it a moment and pulled out a roster. "I'll tell you what," he began, " if you can get your stuff here about 7:00 in the morning I'll have someone you can share a room with. This way you can just stay here and it will be easier to change and you won't have to get up so early."
"That's sounds good." Though I didn't particularly like the idea of having a stranger for a roommate, I looked over to my father for approval. He didn't like it at first but gave in. After which I received a list of verbal guidelines and cautions.
"See you tomorrow bud." Bob said with a pat on my shoulder.
"Later." I said as I left for a taxi outside. When we got back to our hotel it was roughly 9:00 PM and we all decided to turn in for the night.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. It was 6:00 in the morning, so I got out of bed and took a shower. By the time I was finished and had breakfast, my brother and dad were ready to go. The taxi ride was quick due to the loss of traffic, and we got to the Hyatt with the 2 large boxes holding my costume and duffel full of clothing close to 7:00. After waiting in the lobby for about a half an hour, Bob finally came down. I had to smile when I saw him. "Always fashionably late." I thought to myself.
"Hey Bob, over here!" I called waving my hands in the air.
"How are you guys? Sleep well?"
"Pretty good. I've got my stuff here with me."
"Great. Here's the key card for room 824 in the International Tower. Your roommate has an extra if you need it."
"Who is he?" I asked.
"He's new to the group. Oliver I think he said his name was."
"Okay, thanks man. I'll go put this stuff in the room."
"You might as well suit up Al," he said, "because the rest of the gang is getting ready to shoot a TV commercial for next year's CON. Can you be down in 10 minutes?"
"Sure." I said. With that my dad and brother helped me get my things up to the room. The room was right in front of the elevator on the 8th floor, and I fumbled for the key card Bob had given me. Once I found it, I decided to knock first. I didn't want to barge in. When no one answered I used the card and swung open the door. It was a lot nicer than the room we had 2 miles away. After we were in I began pulling out all of the armor and equipment for my costume. Since there's no way for me to put it on myself, my dad and brother assisted me in putting on the heavy armor and tight leather bodysuit. Once I was ready the three of us took the elevator back down to lobby level and walked out into the open. Suddenly camera flashes from all directions blinded me. I was immediately swarmed by tons of people wanting a picture with the Dark Lord of the Sith. A couple of storm troopers in the lobby eventually came over and posed with me. After a couple minutes of that, I led the group down one level for the commercial. When we arrived other members of our group and a camera crew welcomed us. The camera crew then went over with us want they wanted us to do for the commercial, and 20 minutes later we were done-giving us a few minutes to socialize before we started escorting. One by one the guys of the group introduced themselves to each other as I did likewise. Most of the guys had removed their helmets (those that had them), but because mine was more difficult to take on and off, I decided it best to leave mine on. This kind of freaked a few guys out because they couldn't see my face or hear my real voice since I had a speech synthesizer built into my mask. This deepened my voice and gave off a mechanical breathing sound, adding to the effect. I finally came across a guy dressed in an imperial officer's uniform.
"Hi there. My name's Albert but you can call me Al. I'm from Ohio." I said in a deep mechanical voice. We reached out and shook hands to greet one another.
"Nice to meet you. My name's Oliver. I'm from Germany," he said in a strong German accent.
"Hey, so you're the guy I get to bunk up with for the weekend."
"That's great. I'm glad I now who it is now. Did you get your things in okay?"
"Yeah, no problem." I said. As we stood there I began to look him up and down. From what I could tell at that moment through the dark lenses of my mask he was about 5'11" tall, and had short brown hair under his hat. He was really slender, but he had a good handshake and a strong voice. I really never considered myself gay or anything, but I had begun to notice other guys my freshman year of high school, and there was something about this guy that kept my eyes locked on him. A large smile spread across my face, and I was glad I was sharing a room with him.
"Let's go guys! I heard a voice say from behind me. It was Bob motioning for everyone to line up to escort three guests to a building across the street.
"We'll talk later," Oliver said, and he gave me a pat on the shoulder before taking his position.
Well, the escort went smoothly, and there were plenty of picture-taking enthusiasts. With that done, Oliver and I with a handful of troopers went over to yet another building for a scheduled photo shoot. After posing for some group photos the photographer said we would have a good hour to rest before the next escort. I wasted no time, and began to remove the heavy three-piece helmet I wore, revealing my sweaty hair and reddened complexion from the heat of Atlanta.
"The man behind the mask reveals himself!"
I turned and saw Oliver giving me a big smile. Wow. He looked even more handsome from this view. His slightly tanned complexion was clearly visible, along with his light blue eyes. He had a clean-shaven, sculpted face that I found really attractive. I began to get a hard-on at that moment, and was glad that the costume prevented anyone from seeing it, and that the heat excused my blushing face. I returned the smile, and set my helmet on a nearby table. We began to talk, and kept the conversation going for a long time. I learned that he was 18, only a year older than I, and that he was on a two-year visit to the US. My family originated in Germany, and to my amazement, he knew some of my cousins over there. Boy did he make me laugh. We were both kind of shy by nature, but for some reason we opened up to one another and hit it off real well. Having the same interests and a common background helped immensely. This was also his first time to America, and like me, this was his first convention. I loved his German accent. He made the perfect officer. We talked for almost two hours, and then Bob came in.
"Let's go guys! Next guest just arrived!" he shouted from a distance as he motioned for us to follow.
"Well, back to work!" I told Oliver with a lopsided grin. After Oliver helped me put my helmet back in place the group headed back across the street where our next guest was waiting for us.
Well, hours more of escorting, parading, and posing for pictures passed by, and before I knew it, it was already 5:00 PM. Finally we were done for the day, and free to roam around as we pleased. I was hungry, and decided to stay in costume rather than returning to the room to change and shower first.
"Hungry?" I asked Oliver as he walked over.
"You bet," he replied. "You want to change first?"
"No, might as well stay in costume. The food court closes at six."
"Alright then, shall we?"
"Sure." With that the two of us made are way down three levels to the food court near the city transit. We made a 5-minute walk in 20 minutes because of people taking pictures, but we found a place to eat. And to our surprise the venders liked our costumes so much that they gave us free meals in exchange to get their picture with us. We were both glad we hadn't changed. We got our food and sat down in a secluded booth in a corner of the room. Both of us were tired and very hungry. As we ate we began to talk some more to each other about ourselves. We discussed everything from school to what we did in our spare time. We also talked about each other's homes. Our countries were very different, and yet much of the same. Being that this was his first time in America, I decided to tell him about the different things and the kind of people he would see during his stay. I must have rambled on a lot, but he never seemed to lose interest. And when he spoke, I did the same, absorbing everything he said like a dry sponge. We had really connected, which was something I had never really felt with another person before.
I looked up at a nearby clock. It was 7:15, and everything had closed around us over an hour ago. I hadn't even noticed it. Oliver must not have taken much notice either judging by the startled look on his face as he looked around.
"Ready to go?" I asked him.
"Yeah. It's time we got out of these costumes," he said with a tired look on is face.
"Okay, let's go." I said
After leaving the empty food court we took the nearest elevator up to our room. We both sighed in relief as we felt the coolness of the air conditioner hit our skin. Setting my helmet down on a table, I began shedding the heavy costume I had worn all day. Oliver immediately came over to assist me. The T-shirt and boxers I had on underneath were completely drenched in sweat. Good thing I had plenty of extra clothes.
"I think you should shower first," Oliver said with a big smile as he looked over my almost haggard form.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
I went over to my duffel bag and grabbed some clean clothes and some soap. After closing the bathroom door behind me I stripped of my wet clothes and got into the shower. The warm water felt good as it cascaded over the sore muscles of my body. I lathered myself up real good to remove the salt from my skin. I wanted so bad to jack off, but didn't want Oliver getting suspicious by my staying in there too long. After I finished, I toweled myself off and put on a clean pair of boxers and a white T-shirt.
"It's all yours," I said as I stepped out of the bathroom. Oliver, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, stood up from the chair in the corner and walked to the bathroom with a change of clothes.
"Thanks Albert." I smiled to myself as the door closed shut behind him. For some reason he still used my full first name. But, that was Oliver-always so distinguished. It was 8:00, so I decided to sit down and watch TV for a while as I rubbed the aching muscles in my shoulders with one hand. I was about to drift off when I heard the door to the bathroom open. Oliver walked over and plopped down beside me on the queen-sized bed.
"What ya watching?" he asked.
"Nothing really," I replied. "I've been channel surfing." I looked over and noticed that he too was wearing a T-shirt and boxers.
"Something wrong?" he asked as he watched me rub my shoulder with a twinge of agony.
"It's just my shoulders. That armor gets really heavy after a while."
"Here, sit up."
As I sat up Oliver came behind me on the bed and placed his slender hands on my broad and aching shoulders. Then he continued to massage tight muscles in my neck and shoulders.
"You don't have to do this. I'll be fine."
"It's no problem...really."
"Oh that feels good," I said as I began to relax. Oliver said nothing, and continued to work his hands into my neck, shoulders, and then my back. I felt great. This went on for about ten minutes.
"Take your shirt off and lie down," he spoke up.
At first I hesitated, but then agreed to shuck off my shirt and lay face down on the bed. As I lay there, Oliver swung one leg over so that he was on his knees in a straddling position above me. He then continued to massage my shoulders, and began to make his way down my back. I softly moaned as my tense body loosened up. Neither of said anything, and Oliver kept inching his way further down my back. He suddenly moved down to my thighs and calves, allowing his hand to lightly brush over my ass. As he moved between my thighs and back he continued to brush my ass-each time allowing his hand to linger longer. It was as if he was testing his boundaries, waiting for me to say something. But I said nothing, and allowed him to continue. I felt too good to make him stop. He did this a little while longer before stopping and moving off to one side of the bed.
"Feel any better?
"Much." I said as I sat up to face him. There was a moment of silence as our gazes met. I stared deep into his big blue eyes. He looked down briefly as if hiding something, and then without warning he moved forward and kissed me full on the lips. When he pulled away I quickly leaned back with a look of pure amazement. When his eyes seemed full of worry and he began fumbling with apologies, I knew that I had startled him. He probably thought for sure I saw him as a freak.
"Oh God I'm so sorry. I...I...don't know what came over me. P...Please forgive me. I didn't mean it. I...If you want to leave I'll unders..."
His words were suddenly cut off as I leaned forward, grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard and long on the mouth, allowing my tongue to slide down his throat. It was a dream come true. I released my hold on him and pulled away slowly to let him ponder what had just taken place. I had to think about it as well. The look on his face was priceless-a mental image that I'll always carry with me.
"You...You're not mad at me?" he said with a puzzled stare.
I shook my head. "Not at all. I've been waiting for you to do that since we met."
"You have?" Oliver said, still in disbelief.
"Sure have." I said.
"Thank you...Thank you so much," he said as he wrapped his arms around me. "I was afraid that you would hate me." His eyes began to water a bit as he rested his head on my shoulder.
"It's okay. I'd never think that of you." I said with a warm smile as we held each other on the bed. "You know, it's only a little after 9:30. The night's still young."
Oliver pulled his head from my shoulder with a wicked grin on his face. Pushing me back down into a laying position on the bed, Oliver crawled on top of me and kissed me again. Our tongues carefully explored each other's mouths as we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. When Oliver came up for air he glanced at me with a gentle smile before he started making his way down my neck with is tongue. I threw my head back to give him room. He continued to move down until he was face to face with the bulging front of my boxers. He stopped and looked up at me.
"May I?" he asked. I nodded my approval and lifted my butt off the bed enough for him to remove my boxers without any trouble. All seven inches of my circumcised hard-on slapped up against my belly. My face began to blush a little. No one had ever seen me naked before, and I began to feel a little self-conscious. Especially about how hairy I was for my age, which was something I always thought would be a turn-off. Oliver apparently didn't seem to share that view. He just kept staring wide-eyed at my penis.
"Something wrong?" I said.
"No, it's just that I've never seen a circumcised penis before." He reached down and gently felt my cock, especially around the head where a foreskin would have been. I was really flattered that he had taken such an interest. After he had studied me a little further he took both hands, one on top of the other, and wrapped them around my dick so that the entire length was covered. Having someone else touch my dick felt much better than when I jacked off myself. Then he started moving his hand up and down along my shaft until he got a good rhythm going. I put my head back and relaxed my body as I let Oliver take over. His motions were slow at first, but then he began to pick up the pace. All I could do was moan with pleasure.
"I'm getting clooossse," I said as I felt my balls start to press up against my body. Suddenly Oliver stopped stroking. Bringing my head up, I was a little disappointed, but then he surprised me. Oliver had turned around so that his back was facing me, and then he brought his head down into my crotch. His thin lips locked around my penis as he took in as much as he could before he started to gag. (About four inches.) I could feel his hot tongue swirling around the swollen head of my dick, and was brought over the edge. "I'm going to cuuummm!" I moaned as he continued to suck me. Then, unable to hold on any longer, my whole body tensed and my ass lifted to jam in another inch of my cock as I shot my warm load into his mouth. He swallowed all that he could, and then began to lick up the excess semen that had dribbled down the side of my shaft and onto my balls. "God that felt great!" I was spent. I had never had an orgasm that was so intense before, and I had never cummed that much before either. I kept looking at him. I had tasted my own cum before but had never really cared for it, and I was totally amazed that he was able to swallow it all.
He turned himself back around to face me and gave me a smile. I looked back at him to return the smile.
"I never tasted cum before," he said. "I like it." Then his gaze shifted back to my still throbbing dick. "God you're big. For a minute there I thought I would choke."
"Sorry about that," I said. He continued to stare so I lurched forward, and grabbing him at both sides, I brought him on top of me and rolled over to reverse our positions. "Now it's your turn to get naked!" I said with a playful grin as I tried to remove his T-shirt. He was still hesitating though, seeming nervous, so I made a quick decision. I took both my hands to his sides and let my fingers glide over his ribs. He smiled as a small giggle escaped his lips. "So you are ticklish!" I said in triumph.
"No, please don..." That was it. I took my fingers and began tickling him full force. "No......please......stop! " He twitched all over as I kept him pinned to the bed beneath me.
"Are you gonna strip?" I said as I laughed at his helpless form. "Huh?"
"Y...Yes! Please stop! "
"Good." With that I pulled away his shirt and threw it in the corner of the room. He was much skinnier and bonier than I was, but I found him absolutely irresistible. A small fuzzy trail of hair lead from his navel down into his boxers. Other than that, his upper body was smooth. His nipples grew hard now that they were exposed to the cool air of the room. I couldn't wait any longer so I grabbed his boxers and took them off before he could protest. With nothing to hold it down, Oliver's six inches of uncut German sausage stood straight up. Only a small dark tuft of hair surrounded the base of his fully erect dick. Oliver's face turned beat red after I revealed his manhood. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"No ones ever...you know, seen me like this before. I'm just shy, that's all."
"So was I...until I met you." I grinned.
"I'm just very self-conscious about my body." His face remained red as he looked away.
"Look at me," I said as I turned his face up in my direction, "You are a great guy, and have nothing to be ashamed of-especially little Oliver Jr." I told him as I cracked a smile.
"Thanks," he said smiling back at me.
I looked deep into his eyes and kissed him. His thin, perfect lips felt warm against mine. Then I began kissing his neck and shoulders, trying my best to relax him. I could feel the tip of his hot pecker rubbing against my stomach, so I moved down to his already hard nipples. Putting his left into my mouth, I fingered the other with my right hand. This obvious put him in a better mood. As I continued this, I moved my left and only free hand down between his legs and cupped both of his balls in it. Oliver suddenly gasped as if a cold breeze had washed over him. His body tensed, so I began to slowly and gently massage his balls with my fingers. Like me, this boy definitely had low-hangers.
"Ooooh, that feels so good," he moaned.
When I was finished sucking his nipples, I let my slick tongue slide down the center of his chest and stopped over his navel. I took my tongue and stuck it inside as I locked my lips around the edge to create a small suction.
"What are y..." he began, trying to sit up. Then he stopped in mid sentence and plopped his head back down. "Oh my...God don't stop," he moaned.
I was glad he was enjoying it, but after a few more minutes I moved down even further. Bringing my head up, I looked down at his dick. I had never seen an uncircumcised penis before, so with my left hand still around his balls I took my right and felt his hot rod. His foreskin hung over about an inch past the tip of his smooth six-inch shaft. It was beautiful, and I stared at it for a long time.
"It looks weird, doesn't it?" I was brought out of my trance and realized that Oliver had said something.
"Wha?"
"That foreskin makes my dick look weird." Oliver had a look of self-pity on his face.
"Weird?" I said in disbelief. "I happen to like it. I wish I had one, but I never had the option."
"You're not just saying that are you?" he asked.
"If I was lying to you, I wouldn't do this." With that said, I pulled his foreskin back as far as it would go and went down on his cock until all six inches were crammed into my mouth.
"Oooooohh," Oliver groaned with delight.
My mouth moved up and down along his now slippery shaft, and I could hear Oliver panting as I pumped faster and faster. I could feel Oliver's delicate hands on the back of my head as he fucked my face. I felt his ball sack flatten against his body so I knew he had to be close. His hips thrusted up one more time as he emptied his creamy load into my mouth. He came more than I did, and I had to suck really hard to get it all. I swallowed some of it, and moved the rest of it around in my mouth to savor the warm, creamy, sweet taste of it. I waited for his dick to go soft before removing my mouth from it and moving up to look at Oliver.
"How do you feel?" I asked softly.
"Like a million bucks!" Oliver had his eyes closed and a smile from ear to ear. "You know," he began again, still keeping his eyes shut, "I never thought I would lose my virginity to another guy, let alone fall in love with one."
"Me neither." Oliver's eyelids peeled back and our blues eyes met. "I love you."
"I love you too," he said.
I smiled at him again and rolled over so that I lay right beside him. Then he turned onto his side and set his head on my left shoulder as he cuddled close. He rested his hand on my chest and ran his fingers through the light hair that covered my body as I put an arm around him to keep him close.
"I'm really glad I met you," I said as I began stroking his short, brown hair. "You're the first person I've ever met that I feel comfortable with. I feel like I can tell you anything. Your cute, kind, and you really make me laugh."
"I'm happy we me met too. I feel safe here with you, and I know you'd never let anything happen to me. I can't tell you how much it means to me that I found someone like me who accepts me for who I am-a person I don't have to pretend in front of."
"I wouldn't have it any other way. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'll be your friend forever." I meant it, and he knew it. "Goodnight," I said, kissing him lightly on the forehead.
"Goodnight," he replied with a small yawn. We lay there silently until we both fell asleep in each other's arms.
If enough of you like it I'll write about the rest of that weekend-I'd also like to write about this past year's convention as well. Make comments at vader5@gateway.net.