Date: Tue, 1 Jun 2010 07:02:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Damian <nvtahoeus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting to First Base with Miguel - Part 2

The following story about Will, an 18-year-old man in California, and
Miguel, a 19-year-old baseball player from the Dominican Republic, is a
work of fiction.  I made it up and used names not associated with anyone I
know.  If you're a minor, you don't belong here, but you know that already.
Go do something productive instead.

Please don't reproduce this story in any form without my permission -- it's
my creation and I own the rights to it.  Now sit back and enjoy; then
please let me know what you think of it at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com.  It will
continue for several chapters.

- Damian



END OF PART 1

"Good night, Will," he mumbled.  "See you in the morning.  Hope you didn't
mind that I came into the bathroom while you were showering."

"No problem.  Good night, Miguel," I stammered, glad to finally know who
was looking at my ass in the shower.  I wanted to check my e-mail but was
so tired from the long road trip, with little sleep, that I decided that
would have to wait until tomorrow.  I turned off the lamp on the nightstand
between us and crawled under my sheet, still in my clean briefs.  I think I
was asleep before my head hit the pillow.


PART 2

Sometime in the night I was aware of Miguel getting up to go the bathroom.
When I woke up the next morning, he was still asleep and I noticed that the
boxers that had been on the floor when he went to sleep last night were no
longer there.

Miguel was sleeping on his back, and I noticed a definite tent in the sheet
covering him, indicating that he had some serious morning wood going on.  I
still hadn't seen anything of him below the waist and was eagerly looking
forward to seeing him emerge from under the covers.

My patient wait was finally rewarded, as Miguel yawned and stretched and
came to life.  At first I don't think he remembered where he was because he
looked around the room, finally looking over at me.  I was lying on my back
under my sheet, too, and I saw his eyes go first to my tenting crotch and
then to my eyes.

"Buenos...er, good morning, roommate," he said, with a winning smile that
stirred something in my groin.

"Morning, Miguel," I answered back.  Our eyes locked for a second or two
longer than I was normally comfortable with.  "Sleep well?"

"Ah, yes... I think my jet lag is finally under control."

I decided to make the first move.  I threw back my sheet and sat up on the
side of my bed, facing Miguel's.  His eyes dropped to my briefs-covered
hard-on and my muscular, nearly hairless legs.

"Uh, Will, I was wondering about something."

"What's that?"

"Well, last night I wore just my boxers when I got up to go to the
bathroom.  Is that okay here?  I mean, at home I'm used to being pretty
casual about that, but you have sisters around and I don't.  Would they or
your mom freak if I went out in the hall that way and they caught me?"

I thought of my sisters and how hot they thought Miguel was (we all did,
actually) and smiled as I thought of them catching him in his boxers.  I
was looking forward to it myself and knew it was only seconds away.

"I'll leave that up to you, Miguel.  I usually wear a robe.  You might want
to do the same thing -- you can use mine."  I paused while looking over at
his sheet-covered bulge and added, "But you might want to get that wood
under control first."

"Wood?  Oh, this -- is that what you Americans call it?"  Even through his
Caribbean-colored skin he seemed to be blushing.  By now, so was I.

Finally, he threw his sheet off and swung his legs over toward me.  I
glanced down at his dark, hairy legs and then to that spot where they meet.
My heart almost stopped when I saw the head of his very hard cock poking
through the fly of his boxers.  Below the belt I saw that he was just as
amazing looking as he was above it, as I took in the sight of his nearly
nude body for the first time.

"Here, maybe you'd better wear my robe to the bathroom," I offered, nodding
in the direction of his unintended exposure.

"Thanks, Will.  That would probably be a good idea," he said, accepting my
offer.  "Looks like something popped out."

When he stood up, I realized that he was taller than me.  But I couldn't
help but notice something else, too -- his entire hard cock was out in the
open, not three feet from my eyes!  I couldn't help staring openly at it as
he put the robe on.  Turning aside, with the robe still open but not so I
could see inside it, he pulled his boxers off and dropped them on the
floor.

"I'm going to take a quick shower.  See you at breakfast.  Save me some
coffee," he said with a wink.  He tied the flimsy robe closed and left the
room.  I picked up his boxers and allowed myself a quick sniff before
putting them back where they were.  I was intoxicated not only with that
but also the almost full view I'd just enjoyed of his beautiful brown body.
Maybe this arrangement was going to be okay after all!

I wanted to stick around and watch Miguel get dressed after his shower, but
from what he said when he left I knew he expected me to be gone when he got
back.  So I threw on some clothes and went to see what was for breakfast.

But then I remembered in all the excitement that I hadn't peed yet.
Feeling more comfortable with my new roommate now, I decided to follow his
lead and just pop in the bathroom for a quick leak while he was in the
shower.  With the water running, I'm not even sure he knew I was there.
Through the translucent shower door I could see a fuzzy outline of his
body, but he had his back to me and I couldn't see much.  I could, however,
see shampoo suds trailing down his back and funneling into his ass crack --
something that always turns me on when I see it in locker room showers.  I
just did my business, washed my hands, and backed out of the room just as
he turned the shower water off.

"Damn," I thought to myself.  "Rotten timing, but I'll catch him later."
My legs felt a little weak as I walked to the kitchen, and I took a big
breath to steady my nerves.

"Morning, Mom," I said.


Everyone seems to eat breakfast on their own schedule at our house,
especially on Sundays.  Mom and Dad were up, but my sisters probably
wouldn't be seen for a couple of hours yet.  As soon as the three of us sat
down, Miguel appeared in the doorway like a breath of fresh morning air.
This was my first view of him in street clothes -- a tight pullover top and
hip-hugging jeans.  What was this guy doing playing minor league baseball
when he could've been a GQ model?

"Buenos dias, everyone," he greeted us with a broad smile, lighting up the
whole room.

"Good morning, Miguel -- how did you sleep?" Dad said.

"Great," he replied, taking a seat next to me and briefly patting my thigh.
"Will's room is very comfortable, and I feel almost at home.  You've all
treated me so nice, and I'm very glad to be here."

I was glad he was here, too.  I'm usually a pretty cool dude, but this guy
had me worked up and feeling like a kid with his first crush.  I hope I
didn't come across that way.

Miguel wolfed down a hearty breakfast and then excused himself and took his
dishes to the sink.  Mom wasn't used to that.  I'm sure she was hoping that
Miguel's good manners would rub off on the rest of us.  He grabbed a jacket
to ward off the cool morning air that he wasn't used to, and was soon
picked up by his team manager for an orientation session.  He was gone
until nearly 5.

Having my room to myself for the first time in almost 48 hours, I took
advantage of it to read my e-mail and surf some of my favorite web sites
all morning.  I noticed that Miguel had made his bed and put away his
things before he left.  This guy was a mother's dream come true, and I saw
that I was going to have to clean up my act a bit if we were going to be
roommates.

I always leave my computer on sleep mode when I'm not home and overnight so
I can load my favorite sites immediately -- instant gratification is my way
of life.  I usually go to my history to click on my favorite sites, and I
noticed something interesting.  There were some Spanish language sites in
my history!  Aha -- Miguel had used my computer yesterday.  I wondered if
he had noticed what sites were in my history -- I'd forgotten to clear it
before leaving on Friday.  My heart started racing at the thought of Miguel
opening up the gay porn sites that I favor.  Had he already figured me out?

The Spanish language sites he had visited didn't give me any clues to his
sexuality.  They appeared to be just news and sports sites.  However, I did
notice one that turned out to be a men's fitness site.  This wasn't too
surprising, since he was an athlete after all, but I noticed that the guys
on the site were wearing some awfully skimpy outfits.  I found myself
getting hard looking at some of these photos.  They weren't explicitly
sexual, but they didn't leave much to the imagination.

I decided I needed to be more careful about erasing my history every time I
got up from my computer.  I wasn't ready to come out to Miguel yet, but I
also had to wonder if he had already figured me out.  If he had, he didn't
show it, but I was still kind of nervous.


I scrimmaged with some of my buddies on a nearby outdoor basketball court
in the afternoon and returned to the house about the time that Miguel did.
We were both in need of another shower, and he said I should go first since
I hadn't had one yet today.  I stripped off my gear and remembered when I
dropped my shorts that I was wearing just a jockstrap underneath.
Suddenly, without turning around to be sure, I felt Miguel's eyes on my
bare ass.  He'd already seen plenty, so I just dropped the jock, too,
grabbed my robe out of my closet, and headed for the bathroom.

I figured he'd follow me in soon, and he didn't disappoint.  This time he
talked to me about his day while he took a whiz, watching me take a shower
behind the door that he couldn't quite see through.  When I was finished
washing myself, he was still there chatting away.  I didn't know whether to
turn off the water or not, but eventually I had to.  My towel was on the
other side of the door.  Miguel saw my predicament and didn't want to
embarrass me, I guess, so he took his leave and let me dry off in private.

I felt like we were playing some sort of game with each other, and I didn't
know the rules.  He didn't either, so we were two guys -- almost strangers
to each other -- trying to share a bedroom and a bathroom as casually as
possible but with definite sexual tension in the air.  If he turned out to
be straight, it was going to be awkward for both of us.

Back in my room, I put on some clean briefs before removing my robe and
then decided to just lie like that on top of my bed and see what happened.
My 7-incher wasn't hard, but it was full and not easy to hide under the
kind of underwear I had on.  We talked for a while, with me on my back and
Miguel stripping out of his day clothes.  He followed my lead and asked to
borrow my robe before taking off his boxers and heading for the shower.  I
didn't go in there this time, not wanting to appear overeager, but I really
wanted to.  I pictured Miguel standing naked in the same spot where I had
just showered, and I wondered if he was thinking the same thing.

I was pretending to read a magazine, still lying on top of my bed in my
skimpy briefs, when he got back from his shower.  Like me, he threw on some
boxers before removing his robe and lay back on his bed like I had.  We
talked some more, and he admitted using my computer the first day before I
got home from my overnight gymnastics meet.

"Do you mind, Will?" he asked.  "I don't have a laptop, and we only have
one computer back home for all of us.  I want to stay in touch with my
family, and e-mail seems to be the only affordable way to do it."

"No, it's cool," I replied, still wondering if he'd looked at any of the
sites in my history.  If he did, he never let on.

Dad called us to dinner at 6:15, so we got dressed and joined the rest of
the family.  I hardly got a word in edgewise with my sisters peppering
Miguel with all their inane questions -- they hardly touched their food.
He was very patient and told us all about his life in the Dominican
Republic and how excited he was to be here and be able to join a
semi-professional baseball team.  We learned that he was 19 years old -- a
year older than I was -- and had three younger brothers and two married
sisters.  His dad was a business owner, and his mom stayed home to raise
the kids.  They'd never been apart from one another before, so there had
been a tearful departure at the Santo Domingo airport.  He had flown first
to Miami, then to Houston, and finally to Sacramento on Friday, arriving in
the late afternoon.  This was, of course, his first time flying, and he
loved the experience.

We all hung on his every word -- he was a real charmer and knew all the
right things to say to make us feel glad that we had agreed to host him.
His team always looked for home-like accommodations for their new players,
many of whom were from far-flung destinations, so that they would feel
welcome in their new surroundings.  Miguel had learned English at an early
age, so there was no language barrier for us to deal with.  I could see
that he would quickly become almost like one of the family.

Later that evening I did some homework, and then we lounged around in our
underwear again and continued to get acquainted.  We both had a high
interest in sports, so that was some common ground.  I asked him if he had
a girlfriend back home.  He paused for a few seconds and then just said
"No" with no elaboration.

"Do you?" he asked, looking at me with a look I didn't recognize.

"No, I hang out with friends a lot, and some of them are girls, but I don't
have anyone special in my life right now.  Since I'm going to college in
the fall, I don't want to get involved with anyone right now.  I like my
independence."

"Me, too," he said.  I thought he looked pleased with my answer.

I could tell that something more was on his mind.  He finally blurted it
out.

"Will, I don't know how you feel about...well, wearing anything to bed.  My
brothers and I are used to sleeping in the same room with nothing on.
Would you, uh, mind if I slept that way here?"

"Not a problem, Miguel.  I usually do the same thing.  Just don't go to the
bathroom that way, or you might start a riot.  I'll leave my robe here on
the chair so we can both reach it."

We got ready for bed, taking turns with the robe so we could go brush our
teeth and take a leak first.  Miguel kept his boxers on until just before
slipping under his sheet.  I got a good look at his shapely bare butt, but
nothing else.  I slipped my undies off, too, and turned off the light.
Miguel discreetly kept his back to me.

"Good night, Will."

"Good night, Miguel."

I lay there for a while knowing that two very naked dudes were occupying
the room, but in separate beds -- my full-size one and Miguel's twin-size
one.  I wondered when I would get my first unencumbered look at Miguel's
body -- and when he would get a look at mine.  I drifted off to sleep
thinking about it and hoping it wasn't too far off.


(To be continued soon.  Much more to come.  Comments?  Please write to
Damian at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com.  Please state your first name and location
in your message.  I like to know where my readers live.  Thanks for reading
my story.)