Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2008 16:16:20 -0500
From: Journal Man <journalman@columnist.com>
Subject: Early Experiences of Curtis

My name is Curt. Every summer my family spent a week at a timeshare in
Florida. It only had two bedrooms, so my older brother, Danny and I had
to share a room. When I was a sophomore in High School, Danny invited two
of his friends from college to join us. Danny was a jock, and so were
most of his friends. This meant that during this week, the four of us
would be sharing the bedroom. I had never met these guys, and I was
really dreading being the little brother that these guys treated like
crap for a week. I resented the fact that our family tradition was going
to be turned into a week from hell for me.

My brother and his friends Jackson and Ron had already arrived when my
parents and I arrived. The three of them were playing cards, and Danny
barely acknowledged us when we came in. Danny was working that summer
near the school, so we had not seen him since the previous Christmas, but
he couldn't be bothered to greet us, and he certainly didn't offer to
help Mom and Dad unpack the car. I glared at my Dad, but he just
deflected my glare because he already knew what a bad attitude I had
about all of this.

Danny's friend Ron got up from the game and came over to meet my parents.
He at least seemed to not be a complete jerk. The other guy Jackson was a
loud mouth. He complained loudly that Ron was delaying the game. Ron just
ignored him. He offered to help, but my Dad refused. Then Ron turned to
me and asked whether I was interested in going to beach with them after I
got my things unpacked. I couldn't believe it. My brother would never
have invited me. But as soon as Ron asked, Danny acted like he was real
interested in me coming too. I didn't know what to make of this. It would
have normally made me suspicious, but Ron seemed really nice and genuine.

Ron was also very good looking. He was just the type of guy I idolized.
Tanned, well-built, and I immediately noticed the thick blond hair on his
arms. It wasn't real thick, but he had plenty. I think the thing that
really caught my attention was that his body looked like a man rather
than a big kid. My brother and his other friend looked like overgrown
teenagers, but Ron looked like a man. Ron also acted a lot more mature
than they did.

I went into the bedroom, and plopped mu stuff down in the one corner not
already overloaded with guy's stuff. I looked in the dresser, and I
wasn't surprised to note that none of the other guys had actually
unpacked any clothes into the drawers. There were eight drawers, so I
figured two were mine, and I unloaded my stuff into them. While I was
doing this, Ron came into the room. He knocked on the open door as he
entered.

"May I come in?"

"Sure, it's your room, too."

"Well, you and Danny are letting us use it but it's really you guy's
room."

"Whatever."

"Hey, I know it probably didn't thrill you to find out that you'd have to
be sharing with two strangers, so look I just want you to know that I
appreciate it."

I paused for a moment, and turned and looked him in the face for the
first time since he came in the room and I said, "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Ron was standing there with his shirt halfway off. "You
better get changed 'cause we're about to hit the beach."

I was sort of mesmerized by the look of his shirtless body. He had a
barrel chest that just seemed to be perfectly formed. My eyes lingered on
him maybe a bit too long. He averted his eyes from mine as his hands
grabbed both sides of his pant waist and yanked them down, sliding his
underwear off with his pants.

At that point, Jackson barged in the room. "Yo dude, that's not what I
wanna see when I first walk in the room."

"Sorry, but whatever man, we've all gotta share this room, and I ain't
planning on running off to the bathroom every time I want to change
clothes. Hey Curtis, don't let him scare you off, it's cool. Go ahead and
get in your suit so we can hit the beach."

By this time Danny had joined us. We were all in our corners putting on
our suits. My mind was still reeling with the image of naked Ron for the
split second that I saw him. His entire body seemed to be perfect to me.

We hit the beach and body surfed in the waves. I kept watching Ron as he
stood up in the waves. I was trying to see whether his swim suit would
show off the good-sized assets I had caught a glimpse of in the room.
There was just a normal looking bulge, so I was disappointed. We got into
a little horse play, and I was naturally drawn to Ron. I really wanted
any excuse I could find to get a chance to actually touch that body of
his. A couple of times I found the opportunity to glance my hand over his
crotch area. I don't think he noticed, but I might be wrong.

The reason I'm not sure is that after dinner Danny took me aside and
asked me if instead of sharing a bed with him I would be willing to share
with Ron. I sort of looked at him with disbelief at my good luck, but he
interpreted it as me being upset. He explained that since Danny and I
were the smallest of the four, Ron requested that he be able to share a
bed with me and Danny sleep with Jackson. I told Danny that was fine.
Danny told me which bed I would be sleeping in and even which side of the
bed was mine. That pissed me off since obviously I was being treated as
the powerless one when it was my bedroom as much as it was Danny's.

I could tell that Ron was watching our conversation. After Danny went in
to change clothes (they were going out that night to bar hop), Ron came
over to talk to me. He hadn't changed yet, and he was still wearing the
shorts he put on commando style after taking off his suit. Although he
wasn't showing much at the beach, his stuff was a little more visible in
his shorts. The left leg of his shorts showed his protrusion, and since
he was sort of speaking privately to me, he came in a little closer. I
kept looking to see whether it was going to brush up against me, but no
such luck.

"Hey Curt, you okay with sharing with me rather than Danny?"

"Sure, that's fine."

"I know it'll be more crowded for you, but trying to fit Jackson and I
into one of those beds would be ridiculous. So I really appreciate it,
man. I won't forget it, and I owe you one."

"No, really it's fine." I tried not to look too excited about the
prospect!

"And look I don't care which side of the bed I'm on, so you pick, and
that'll be cool with me. Wherever you are, I'll just crawl in beside
you."

There was something about the way he said those words that almost gave me
a boner right there while I was talking to him. The thought of him
snuggling up beside me in bed made me lightheaded.

My brother and his friends went out around ten o'clock that evening.
There was no curfew obviously since they were over 21, and I had no idea
when they'd return, but I was eager for my bedmate to join me, so I had a
hard time getting to sleep. Around 1 am, I started to get anxious and
impatient for their return. By 2 am I was kind of pissed off, so I had to
calm myself down, and get my mind off of it. I fell asleep soon after
that and as luck would have it, they got home, and Ron got undressed and
into my bed without me even noticing.

The next thing I knew it was morning. Sunlight was streaming through the
break in the curtains and into my face. I was lying on my back fully
covered with the blanket. Ron was dead asleep, on his back slightly
turned toward me. The covers were pulled up only to the middle of his
stomach, and his right arm was draped over the blanket covering my chest.
In the small bed, and it was a tight squeeze. I could feel the heat from
his body next to me and from his arm draped across me.

Ever since I met him, I was fascinated by the healthy amount of hair on
his arm. My first reaction was to pull my hands up so that I could caress
his muscular arm with its blonde hairs that stood straight up. But I
didn't want to wake him because I didn't want him to retrieve his arm
from off of my chest. Instead I began to pull the covers down off of my
chest so his arm would touch my chest. I was wearing a T-shirt, so even
with the covers pulled, I still wasn't getting skin to skin contact with
him, and that's what I wanted. I pulled my T-shirt up so that his forearm
and my stomach would make contact. It gave me chills and a really warm
feeling in my stomach.

At that point, I realized that if I pulled the covers down further and
made a slight adjustment of my position in bed, his open palm would be
lying flat against my crotch. I was afraid that he'd wake up and catch
me, so I hesitated. Finally I impulsively pulled the covers down and back
up over his arm so that it was inside the covers, stretching down my
chest and stomach, and his hand was firmly planted on top of my now hard
dick in my underwear. The inevitable next move was to pull my underwear
down, over and back up over his hand. It was incredible. Here was this
snoring hunk with his calloused hand down my shorts. I was totally hard
at this point.

So far I hadn't touched his hand with my hand at all, but now I wanted to
gently position his hand like he was jacking me off. I moved my hard dick
over his thumb and coaxed his fingers around the shaft of my dick. I then
took my hands from underneath the covers and just brought them together
in a position over his hand. From that position I was able to coax his
hand into jacking me off. I soon realized that I was going to have a
problem if I started cumming. I was pretty sure that would wake him up,
so I realized that I need to back off and stop. One part of me wanted him
to wake up while I pretended to be asleep so that it might seem like he
was doing this to me in his sleep. As I was lying there paralyzed and not
knowing what to do, my dick couldn't stand it anymore, and it blew. My
cum went all over his hand and into underwear. I had to get out of bed
before it dripped onto the sheets. I took off for the bathroom. As I was
leaving, I was pretty sure Ron was waking up. I rushed out of the room as
if I wouldn't get caught if he didn't see me.

I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, and I was shaking all over. This
time it was not from sexual excitement but from terror. What would Ron do
when he realized what had happened? I was too scared to return to the
room. It wasn't long before there was a gentle knock on the door. For
some reason I thought it was my Dad. Here I was in the bathroom naked
with my underwear full of cum on the floor. I was worried until I
realized I could just claim I had had a wet dream. All of this thought
process took a split second because right after the knock on the door, it
opened slightly just enough for Ron to whisper through the door.

"Curt, are you okay."

I didn't say anything, and Ron opened the door and peaked in. There I was
sitting on the toilet naked with my spent dick between my legs.

"Yeah I'm fine."

As soon as I spoke, Ron quickly darted into the bathroom and closed the
door.

"Didn't want you Mom to come down the hall and see me standing there
naked."

I was surprised to see him standing naked before me, so I asked even
before thinking: "Why aren't you wearing anything?"

"Oh I always sleep naked. I've done it ever since I was a teenager. I
don't think I'd be able to get to sleep with shorts on getting all
tangled up."

"Oh." was all I said, and then there was an awkward silence. I was
dreading what was coming next. I was busted and I knew it.

"Well, look I just wanted to let you know that I was really sorry about
what happened back there."

"Huh?"

"You'll understand better when you get older, but sometimes my horniness
gets the best of me, and I get turned on in ways that freak some other
people out."

I did not understand what he was saying, and all I heard was what I was
afraid he was trying to say so I began to defend myself. "Look I just had
a wet dream, and it's no big deal."

"Well I think you had a little help with that from me."

I was terrified that he was accusing me of getting off on him (which is
exactly what was happening.) "I wasn't thinking of you, I was dreaming
about my girlfriend." I didn't even have a girlfriend, but I was
desperate.

At that point he just held up his hand which was covered in my cum. "I
think I was giving you a little help in that department. I was asleep
too, but I guess my hand got confused about whose dick was whose."

I was too scared to say anything more.

My look of terror must have spurred him on to explain more. He went to
the sink and began washing his hands. While he washed his hands, his
plump dick was inches from my face as I sat on the toilet. I was getting
turned on again, and my dick started getting excited against my will.

"I mean I'm willing to help a guy out every so often, but I swear I was
asleep and had no clue what I was doing. You understand don't you?"

"I guess so."

"And you're not mad or freaked out or anything are you?"

Because my dick was getting hard between my legs, I wanted to keep his
attention away from down there, so I started saying stuff to keep him
looking at my face. I tried to play it cool like it was no big deal. I
hoped this whole thing would blow over, and that he would leave it at
that.

"No I'm not mad. Hey, I was just having a great dream of a girl giving me
a hand job. I enjoyed it."

"Well good. Hey, I'm happy to help out whenever I can. Well, I guess that
didn't quite come out right."

We both laughed. He then crouched down in front of me. I was afraid he'd
see my erection for sure, but he was looking me straight in the face.

"So you're okay, Buddy?"

I assured him I was okay, but it had now registered in my brain that he
had said that he helped guys out from time to time, and I wanted to
somehow turn the conversation back over to that. I asked him, "What did
you mean by helping other guys out?"

"You'll understand when you get older."

I wanted to hear more so I appealed to his concern for me as Danny's
younger brother. I said, "I get so tired of hearing that from Danny all
the time. "Why can't you guys treat me like I'm not a baby?"

"You're right. Hell, I don't know you might be fucking your girlfriend
every night as far as I know."

"Actually I don't have a girlfriend."

"Well I'm sure you get horny and you jack off right? Well, anyway, at
some point you get tired of doing that and you want the touch of someone
else. But girls can be a pain in the ass and a lot of trouble, so most
guys find buddy's who will help each other out."

"You called me buddy earlier. Are you offering that we do that for each
other?"

"Well I call all sorts of people buddy without meaning that. I called you
buddy because I like you and want to be your friend."

"I like you too. You're nice. And really I obviously enjoyed the way you
already helped me out, even if it was unintentional. Maybe some time
you'll do it for me on purpose. I'd be willing to help you out if you
ever wanted me to."

I tried to sound cool but it came out way too obvious. Ron looked me in
the eyes with a look of slight confusion. He looked down and noticed that
I had another hardon coming. He looked back in my face, and back down.
While he was watching me, I checked him out. I couldn't tell exactly from
my angle, but I thought he might be getting hard also. I could tell that
he wanted to. That's all I needed. I knew that he was reluctant because
of my age and being Danny's brother and all, but once I knew that he
wanted me to, I was ready.

Finally Ron stood straight up in front of me. He didn't make a move or
say anything, but his already large dick was getting even bigger in front
of my eyes.

I looked up in his face, "Can I touch it?"

He said nothing but nodded ever so slightly. I reached out and gently
took it into my hands as I watched his expression. He closed his eyes and
relaxed his face like he was in heaven. I had never seen such a
magnificent specimen before, and I had certainly never touched one
before. Both Danny and my Dad have pretty nice looking dicks, but Ron's
was much bigger. I worked on it with my hands for a long time until I got
up the nerve to try it with my mouth. Ron could tell where I was heading,
so he lifted me up off the toilet and brought me down on the bathroom
floor with him. He lay on his back with his hands behind his head, and I
buried my face between his legs.

He was getting more and more worked up. His dick was getting hotter and
hotter. I kept pumping away, and then he pulled me off of him, and placed
my hand around his dick again, at this point as I pumped his dick it shot
load after load all over my body.