Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2004 18:34:53 -0500
From: Gerald Simmons <umpire@columnist.com>
Subject: Young Jock's Sexual Awakening (Part 3)

I woke up early; Charlie's bedroom let in a lot more light than my own.
The other guys were fast asleep. My sleeping bag was still damp in spots
from last night's excitement, and the room had that smell that I would
eventually associate with cum. It was such a turn-on to be sharing a
"bed" with Peter.

I woke up with a hard-on, and the surroundings made it rage even more. I
immediately got curious whether Peter might be experiencing a hard-on in
his sleep also. I had to take a look. He was on his side, with his back
toward me, so I had to sit up and lift the blanket to get a clear view.
I was disappointed that he did not. I was still sleepy, so I dozed back
asleep, waking up periodically to check out Peter's state of arousal (no
pun intended).

Finally I woke up, and couldn't go back to sleep. Peter was on his back,
but nothing was happening down below. I wanted to touch him, but I was
afraid to. Looking back it seems sort of weird that after having sex the
night before, that I was reluctant to touch his body in the morning.
Keep in mind that he was a senior, and I was a freshman. In the pecking
order of things, he was in charge. He was much bigger than I was, and if
he didn't like me touching him, he could hurt me.

I pulled the covers down slowly so that I could at least admire his
body. His hairy armpits and furry chest really turned me on. Eventually
I got the courage to lightly touch his chest. I began gliding my arm
across his chest down to his stomach. He was not moving at all, so I got
my courage up and pulled the blanket down to his knees. I leaned over
him so that my nose was touching the cloth of his boxers. His boxers
were twisted so that even though his fly was still unbuttoned, it was not
open exposing anything. I pressed my nose slightly where his soft dick
and balls were. I had to get that fly open!

Finally I got the nerve to slowly pull on his fly sideways to open it
up. My hand was shaking because I was so nervous, and it was too tightly
twisted for me to make much progress, so I was getting very frustrated.
I tried nudging him in a way that wasn't very obvious, but he wouldn't
budge. So I determined to wait a bit.

At that point I thought of checking out Charlie. He was up in his bed,
so I had to get up in order to see him. He was facing up, and through
the sheet I could tell that he did have a modest erection. I began
slowly pulling on the sheets to uncover him without waking him. Finally
I succeeded, and I realized that he had not bothered putting his shorts
back on; he was naked. I kneeled by the bed, and leaned over so that my
face was right next to his cock. I stuck my tongue out and poked at it.
It was very hard, so I began licking the head of his cock to get him more
aroused. I managed to get him fully erect without waking him. Charlie
was a snorer, so it was easy to tell when he was waking up. I played
with his dick for a while with my tongue, but I didn't want to wake him
up.

I got sort of cramped from my leaning position, so I got up, and
stretched. When I looked down, I discovered that Peter had rolled
slightly toward my empty side of the sleeping bag. I quickly returned to
my bad, scooting my self down so that my head was level with his waste.
His dick was now flopped over so that it pulled his fly apart. It was
like an open window for me.His flywas loose enough so that I managed
to slide the edge of it around his dick and balls. He was now totally
hanging out! I took my own shorts off, pulled myself back up to my
normal position, and covered us with the blanket. Peter's leg was bent
at the waste so that it protruded into my side, so I was able to stradle
his leg with mine so that my hard dick was touching his and his pubic
hair. I was slowly rubbing his crotch with my dick by moving my hips.

I felt like I could cum all over him any minute. I wanted to do
something with my arms. I got so horny, that I just threw caution to the
wind, and I wrapped my arms around him, rolled him onto his back, and
just started humping him with my dick moving back and forth from his
balls to his mass of pubic hair. He immediately woke up, and he began to
try to wrestle his way out from under me. This was even better, and I
hung on tighter and punped faster. Eventually he realized what was going
on, and his dick got hard. He relaxed and let me have my fun.
Eventually we both came, and then we started kissing each other. We
didn't make much noise, and Charlie never even woke up.

For some reason, Peter stood up, went over to Charlie's bed, and rubbed
Charlie's hand across his chest where it was wet from our cum. I
followed him and realized that I had left him uncovered. He still had
his hard-on, so I sat down on his bed and began gently stroking his
dick. As he got harder, I pumped him faster. Soon, his snoring
sputtered and he woke up. He started sqirming as I was jacking him off,
and he started licking to cum off of Peter's chest. He eventually began
working on Peter's dick with his mouth. Peter was spent, so that wasn't
very successful.

It was about this time, that Charlie's Dad walked in on us. It was
probably to most horrible moment of my life. I had the worst feeling in
the pit of my stomach. His father stood there stunned. Eventually he
looked Charlie in the eye and said, "Son, get dressed and come out to my
workshop. You other boys had better gather your things and get on
home." Then his father closed the door.

Nobody said a word. We all did exactly what his father said. Peter gave
me a ride home. Peter was angry and nervous saying, "He better not tell
my fucking Dad!" I asked him whether he thought that Charlie's Dad would
do that, and Peter just kept repeating, "He better not tell my fucking
Dad."

When I got home, I went in prepared for the worst, but it was obvious
that they had gotten no phone call. I was worried and depressed for
several days, but nothing ever came of it. Charlie was never the same
again. He was withdrawn, and he wouldn't have anything to do with us.
We cornered him and asked him about what his father was going to do, and
he told us that his dad would never tell anybody because he was so
ashamed. Charlie got a lot more serious with his girlfriend, and it was
clear that we wouldn't be having anymore fun together--at least not
anytime soon.