Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2000 14:44:16 -0400
From: vader5 <vader5@gateway.net>
Subject: Oliver and I: Installment #1: gay/highschool

	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...<giggle>...please...<giggle>...stop! <giggle>" 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! <giggle> Please stop! <giggle>"

"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.