Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2010 14:08:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Damian <nvtahoeus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting to First Base with Miguel - Part 5

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.  Please let me know what you think
of it at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com.  It will continue for several more chapters.

- Damian


END OF PART 4

We took turns with the robe and the bathroom and soon were ready to turn
off the lamp between our beds.  After a few seconds of tension-filled
silence, Miguel spoke up again.

"Now that we have no secrets from each other, I think I need to take care
of some business," he said, throwing back his sheet and preparing to do
what he thought he'd done in private in the middle of last night.

"Don't let me stop you," I said, trying to ignore his comment about having
no secrets, "but you're not the only one who's kinda horned up."

I threw back my own sheet and matched him stroke for stroke in our separate
beds.  We finished in nearly a dead heat, cleaned ourselves up, and dropped
into a deep, contented sleep.  I dreamed about my hot naked new roommate,
never expecting the incredible turn that our budding friendship would take
a few nights later.


PART 5

The next day Miguel and I had a little pow-wow with Dad about how we were
going to go about sharing a bathroom.  We told him that we were comfortable
with another coming in to use the sink or take a leak while we were in the
shower and that he should feel free to just walk in if the door was
unlocked.  We would only lock it if we were sitting on the toilet.

He agreed with this plan and told us we could do likewise.  As you can
imagine, this meant that we would all be seeing each other in various
states of dress -- and undress -- on a regular basis.  I'd never been that
open about my body with Dad before, but I figured there was no need to be
prudish now that he'd seen Miguel and me totally naked -- and even hard --
in our bedroom.

Besides, I'd always been curious about my dad's body -- he was relatively
young (41) and very fit, and I really wanted to see more of him.  Pretty
soon I was seeing as much of him as there was to see -- and quite often.
Dad's body was a turn-on, frankly, and it was difficult not to get hard
around him.

Sometimes we'd all three be in there at the same time -- one at each sink
and one in the shower.  The robe Miguel and I had been using at first soon
went by the wayside, and we were walking to and from the bathroom in just
our underwear or a towel.  In the middle of the night, we'd just go there
butt naked.  Mom and my sisters never caught us since they used a bathroom
in a different part of the house.

I never knew that Dad liked to shave naked, but we discovered that pretty
quickly.  So pretty soon Miguel and I were doing the same thing.  Miguel
and I would sometimes shower together -- washing each other, of course --
when we were in a hurry, but we never showered with Dad.  That would have
been a little too intimate.  But it wasn't uncommon after a while for all
three of us to be in the bathroom doing various necessary things stark
naked.  Erections would happen but were not discussed openly.  A raised
eyebrow, a wink, or a sly grin said it all.  I think Dad liked seeing
Miguel and me that way, and I know I enjoyed it too.

As for Miguel, he seemed to be more comfortable naked than dressed.  Now
instead of wearing our underwear together in our room after dinner, we
spent hours in there studying, reading, using the computer, or just hanging
out in the complete nude.  It was wonderful, and we got to know each
other's bodies very well.

As for getting off, we did it quite openly, although it was always in our
own bed and usually after lights out.  I wanted more, but I wasn't sure how
to make it happen.  For some reason, I was still afraid to come out to
Miguel, and he'd made no further moves for any more intimacy than we'd
already experienced.  One Friday night, however, in late March something
unexpected happened that would bring us closer together -- in every sense
of the word.

Miguel had had a particularly grueling week at baseball practice.  I could
see growing discouragement in his eyes by the day.  The transition to the
American minor leagues was apparently proving to be more difficult than he
had imagined.  At the end of the week he came home with some very sore
muscles.  He soaked in the tub after dinner but was still hurting at
bedtime.  Being a gymnast, I knew a thing or two about sore muscles and how
we would help each other out sometimes with massages.  I always enjoyed
rubbing and being rubbed, and I thought Miguel might as well -- not to
mention that it would give me the perfect opportunity to get my hands on
his warm, naked body for an extended period of time.  What was not to like
about that?

I told Miguel that I thought a good massage would help him sleep better.
He asked me if I knew anyone who could do that, and I said, "You're lookin'
at him!"  His troubled eyes got kind of big, but he was hurting so much
that he jumped at the chance for some relief.  I had some massage oil in my
gym bag, and I told him to lie on his stomach on his bed and let me
straddle him.  We turned off all the lights in the room except for one dim
one, locked the door, and turned on some quiet music.  We were both nude,
of course.

Straddling him over his upper thighs, I started in on his back with a firm
touch and soon had him purring contently.  Though he was very muscular, his
skin was soft and supple, and I was loving being able to touch him like
this for the first time.  I don't have long arms, so when I was rubbing his
upper back and shoulders my cock and balls often rested directly on his
ass.  I found this to be very erotic.  My cock of course responded in the
usual way, and I wondered what Miguel was thinking.  It wouldn't be long
until I knew.

I repositioned myself between his legs and started in on his lower back,
butt, and upper thighs.  I didn't hold back a bit -- I massaged those
wonderful bronze globes of his for several minutes.  This was going to be
one of those moments I would think about for a long time, and I didn't want
to hurry things.  Miguel's cock and balls were partly visible between his
legs, as he was lying with his penis pointing downward.  I desperately
wanted to touch him there, but I thought I should concentrate instead on
his aching muscles.

All of a sudden I could feel Miguel shaking all over, and then I heard him
sobbing.

"Miguel, what's wrong?  Did I hurt you?"

After a minute or so he almost got himself under control.  "I need you to
hold me, Will," he said between sobs.  He turned over and pulled me down
beside him so that we were facing each other lying on our sides with our
arms tightly around each other.

Again I asked him what was wrong.

"I don't know, Will -- I'm just such a mess.  I came here with such high
hopes, but the other players on the team are doing better than I am.  It's
a real struggle for me to keep up.  I'm also homesick as hell -- I've never
been away from home before, and I miss my family so much."

"I'm so sorry, Miguel," I told him, wanting to help but feeling like there
was little I could do.

"But there's more," he said after a long pause.  "I think I should probably
find somewhere else to live."

This hit me like a sharp stab in the gut.

"Why, Miguel?  Aren't you happy here?  We've all tried to make you feel
welcome and comfortable.  I -- we all -- really like you a lot, and you've
become almost like the brother I never had."

Now I was starting to cry, too, and that started Miguel into more sobs.

"I know -- I feel the same way, Will.  My own brothers have never treated
me better than you have.  But I just don't understand these feelings going
on inside me.  I get so turned on when...  I mean I just feel so good
around you, and...well...being able to spend time with you like this has
meant so much to me.  I never thought... I mean seeing you like this every
day and now having you touch me like this -- it's all so overwhelming and I
need it so bad, but at the same time it seems so wrong!"

Miguel dissolved into another fit of sobbing and we just held each other
tightly as I tried to calm him down.  I'd never seen a guy in such an
emotional meltdown, but I had to admit that I knew some of what he was
feeling because I had some of the same concerns.

"Miguel, listen to me.  Calm down and just let me hold you.  I'll hold you
all night if you want me to -- I'm not going to turn my back on you, but
you can't even think of leaving.  We've grown so close so fast that I'd be
devastated if you left so soon."

"Thanks, Will, but it's just too scary for me...I mean these feelings I
have for you are like nothing I've ever felt before.  Men aren't supposed
to feel this way, are they?  I mean I like girls, but none of them have
ever made me feel the way I feel around you.  You're just so handsome and
so nice and so open about everything with me.  I don't deserve this."

"Miguel, Miguel," I said, holding him even more tightly.  "You have no idea
what effect you've had on me since you got here.  I feel incredibly close
to you, too, and I'm just as scared and confused about my feelings for you
as you say you are about me."

My erection that I got when massaging Miguel had never gone down, and now I
felt something else down there getting hard as well.  Miguel had to feel it
too -- our hard-ons were now touching.  I looked into his eyes and smiled,
and I rubbed his tears away with my thumb.  My fingers lingered on his
face, but his tears kept coming faster than I could wipe them away.

I don't know what came over me, but soon I found myself licking his tears
with my tongue -- he tasted so good and I couldn't get enough of him.
Before I could even think about what I was doing, I found myself softly
kissing his lips -- the first time I'd ever kissed another guy, and it felt
so wonderful!  He didn't back away in shock or surprise.  In fact, I felt
him leaning into me and kissing me back with all the urgency that I felt
inside myself.  He opened his mouth and my tongue found his -- we eagerly
explored each other's mouth and lips for a minute or so, and then Miguel
broke the kiss and pulled away from me.

"I'm sorry -- I never meant for that to happen.  Where I come from, men
don't do that to each other, but I just got so carried away with what you
were doing to me and it felt so good I didn't want to stop."

"It doesn't have to stop, Miguel," I told him.  "As long as two people want
to kiss and hold each other and show affection, that's just between them
and no one else, isn't it?  Do you have any idea how much I've been wanting
to kiss you?  I thought it was wonderful.  Didn't you?"

He turned his head as if he needed to think about that for a minute.

"I've been wanting to touch you and kiss you, too, Will.  But does this
means we're gay?" he finally said.  "I never thought I was, but after
living here with you and seeing you naked so much and hard and jacking off
and everything...well, it's just been the most amazing thing that's ever
happened to me.  I don't know what this means for the future.  I don't
think we can ever go back to the way it was before."

"You don't have to put a label on it, Miguel -- let's just enjoy each other
and be there for each other.  You can tell me anything, and I want to be
able to tell you anything as well.  I really need you in my life right now.
Someday we'll have to go our separate ways, but can't we just enjoy what we
have now for the time being?"

He stared at the ceiling and sighed deeply before deciding what he wanted
to say next.

"Well...maybe we can start with you finishing that massage you started.  I
don't think you've done my, uh, front side yet, have you?"

"No, I guess I haven't.  Would you like that?"

"More than anything, amigo, but under one condition."

"What's that, Miguel?"

He looked away again for a moment, then looked me squarely in the eyes.  "I
want you to touch me everywhere, Will.  And I really do mean everywhere!"

"It would be my pleasure, my friend.  Close your eyes and let me take you
to a place you've never been before."

I spent the better part of 30 minutes massaging his front side, touching
him -- as he told me to -- everywhere.  After I finished his chest, arms,
feet, and the front of his legs I finally grasped his magnificent cock,
which had been rock hard the whole time.  I purposely saved it for last,
although I had brushed by it -- and his sexy balls -- a few times, teasing
him until he was practically begging for direct contact down there.

I put some extra lube on his cock and slowly and gently began to stroke
him.  His hardness gave me all the encouragement I needed.  He was so hard
that his foreskin was fully retracted, and I ran my thumb over his glans,
pee slit, and frenulum over and over, enjoying the silky sensation.  He
purred, moaned, writhed, and finally yelled out as he all too quickly
reached the peak of his ecstasy and let loose with a powerful orgasm --
volley after volley spewed out of his cock as his body tensed and strained
before finally relaxing.  While he was coming down from his high, I
unloaded a gusher of my own onto his belly and chest, commingling my own
cum with his.  Then I just collapsed on top of his body and tasted his
sweet lips one more time.  I had taken us both to a place we'd never been
before.

Between the massage oil and our cum, we were a sticky mess and needed to
jump in the shower before hitting the sack for good.  We silently and
lovingly washed and then dried each other's body, savoring every wonderful
touch, and then walked naked and clean back to our room.

Nothing more was said about sleeping arrangements -- Miguel just crawled
into my bed for the first time ever, spooning my body against his.  He
thanked me for "everything" as he held me tightly and kissed me gently on
back of my neck.  We slept like babies for the rest of the night.  We had
crossed a line in our young relationship, and nothing would ever be the
same again.

But there would be unexpected consequences to face, beginning the next
morning.


(To be continued soon.  Please send any feedback to Damian at
nvtahoeus@yahoo.com.  Please mention your first name and location in your
message.  I like to know where my readers live.  Thanks for reading my
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