This is my first time sending in a story to a website. Although there is no sex involves in this story, the same things apply as always: If you aren't 18, you don't need to be reading this. Hopefully you all will like it, though.
- TJ
The story takes place the summer after my freshman year of high school. I was going to spend 10 weeks away from home at summer camp meeting new people and having some fun. It was Sunday afternoon when my parents dropped me off at the college dorm. I was 5 hours away from home with 150 other guys and girls between the ages of 12 and 17. If my inclinations were right, this would prove to be an awesome summer getting to know some of these other teens. The first couple of weeks were full of getting used to living in the dorm and having meetings all day long, but after the initial hustle and bustle was over, everyone started getting to know each other better. And there was one guy I definitely wanted to get to know better. His name was Jason and he was about 6 months younger than me. I would be 14 at the end of summer and he had turned 13 the previous winter. Jason seemed like a loner -- like one of the characters from the novel "The Outsiders". You know the kind I'm talking about -- he had really dark brown hair with a surfer cut, bead necklace, and kept a cigarette behind his ear for when he needed a nicotine fix. He was cool, though. He liked video games and music, he loved to talk about his girlfriend and what they would do together, and he just liked to have a good time. I liked Jason because, unlike myself, he had no modesty. I was the only son in my family, so I was raised to not walk around in just my underwear and not to bother anyone else when they were in the shower. Jason, on the other hand, loved trying to start something in the showers. He would toss soap around in the shower or try to pop you with his towel when you came out of the shower. Fortunately enough, we were in a college dorm so there were 12 showers on each floor. We each had a cubicle to ourselves, but the partitions only went down to just below our knees, so you could easily tell what the guy next to you was doing by looking at the puddle of water in his cubicle (but that's another story). Week 4 came and we all had to pick an activity to do. I wasn't sure what sport I wanted to do over the summer but I knew I wanted to get to know Jason better. He signed up for martial arts and I thought "what the hell, I might as well." The class started and we were partners for all the defensive exercises, so we spent a lot of time outside of the gym working on moves. One day we were in the gym practicing with the other kids and Jason excused himself to go to the bathroom. He was in there for a good 10 minutes and the instructor asked if I would go and check on him. I didn't think anything about it, and I went to the locker room and found Jason over in the corner at a urinal. I walked up to him and asked if he was ok. He said yeah, that he was just tired and needed a break so he had come into the locker room to chill out. I had thought he was jacking off, but when he turned around there was no tent in the front of his pants, so I brushed off that thought. We were headed back out of the locker room and just then a man came out of the showers with his towel over his head, drying his hair. Jason and I both turned and looked. He had a nice body -- probably a swimmer's body. This guy had a six-pack, a light dusting of hair on his chest that quickly became a treasure trail and flowed into his brown pubes. Jason and I were about ten feet away but we both agreed that his dick had to be at least 6" limp. About that time he removed the towel from his head and said "Hey." Jason and I stood there and talked to him for about 10 minutes and it turned out he was a sophomore at the college we were staying at. Too bad nothing would happen with him! Jason and I finally headed out the doors and back to the martial arts class and that's when I noticed the tent in Jason's pants. He must have like what we had seen because he was sporting a major hard-on. That night Jason invited me to spend the night in his room. Jason's roommate had left the program after the first couple of weeks because he didn't like it, so Jason had a room to himself. There were two beds and two closets. I got there about 9 that night, and Jason was lying in his bed drinking a soda and reading a book. He told me I could put my stuff in the closet and to get comfortable. I put my stuff in the closet and sat down on the other bed. Jason then pulled back the covers and stood up. He was wearing a white wife-beater and some black bikini briefs. Man was he hot. He walked over to me and sat down beside me on the bed and said, "I mean get REALLY comfortable." I decided this could be fun, so I stripped down to my white briefs and t-shirt and sat back down on the bed. He went back to his bed and handed me the book he was reading. He told me to read a couple of paragraphs. I began reading the paragraphs that were describing how a girl's pussy gets hairy when she hits puberty and how you can finger a girl to get them wet. Jason asked if I liked what I was reading. I lied and said yeah, and he said, "cool." He then asked me to come over to his bed and lay down with him. He was up against the wall laying face up and I knew I was getting hard so I lay facedown beside him. He asked me to read the book out loud to him. I began reading and he laid back and put his hands behind his head. I had only read a few sentences when he stopped me. He asked my to lift up my arms so he could see my armpits. I did so and he was surprised that I didn't have any hair in my pits yet. He ran his fingers through his underarms and felt the hairs. He said he liked having hair under his arms because he felt manly. He laughed and said he couldn't believe he was younger than I was and he had more hair in his pits. I just said, "Well, you might have more hair in your pits, but I bet I have more pubic hair." Jason told me to roll over and I did. He looked down at my crotch and said he had more hair than I did. I asked him how he came to that conclusion because I hadn't even taken my briefs off yet. He ran his fingers down to his crotch and ran then around the legs of his bikini briefs, revealing lots of long, curly hairs. He said that he had more because mine didn't stick out of the legs like his did. I told him that's because he had on bikini briefs. He just laughed and asked how big my dick was. I held up my hands and gave him a sign of about 6". Then he pulled his bikini briefs tight so that I could see the outline of his dick and asked me if mine was bigger than his. I looked for a moment and said it's about "this much longer", slightly touching his dick. When I touched his dick, I could see it growing under the material and I apologized for touching him. He said not to worry about it. He told me he touches himself all the time and asked if I jacked off a lot. I told him I jacked off everyday, and he said he did too. The only problem was my roommate -- he was constantly in the room and even at night I fell asleep before he did, so I never had the chance to jack off anymore. I told Jason I needed some kind of release and he let me jack off with him that night. Then he asked if I had any hair on my ass. I told him no and he told me he did. I told him to prove it, and he pulled his bikini briefs all the way down so I could see his ass. Sure enough, he had a trail of black curly hairs lining his crack and surrounding his pink hole. Nothing ever happened after that. I wanted it to, but it never did.
Anyhow, I hope you liked the story. Email me and let me know: Tjohnson7979@hotmail.com