Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2007 07:13:18 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Understanding Sex-Part 4

The following contains more juvenile exhibitionism, an invasion of
privacy and other behavior which more often than not is frowned upon by
most authority figures. Including a good deal of excitement. Although
there is no really good REASON for the excitement.

But then of course once juveniles reach a certain age, there doesn't HAVE
to be a good reason, an oral book report on Antartica will do just
perfectly. Waking up also works quite well. There's a lot of waking up in
this story.

So if any of this is illegal in your current place of residence, do not
read any further.

And by the way, this is also a work of fiction. Just in case there might
be any questions.


                      Understanding Sex-Part 4
             Please Excuse Adam, He's... Gifted, You Know
                   (but it's about Matthew as well.)


Monday, June 6... We've crossed into Illinois and for awhile we're on
I-57. It's still hot. But anyway... about Matthew.

Matthew Lohr has to be the most happy-go-lucky person I have ever met in
my entire life. I don't think he's that serious about ANYthing, or at
least not for long. And he LOVES to talk. He makes good grades and all,
but there are times when he acts pretty goofy. Which is not saying that I
MINDED, because I didn't. But he could almost talk your ear off and he
was always grabbing my arm or my shoulder to make a point. He HAS to make
physical contact, that's just the way he is. So I guess because I'm
usually uptight about touching; even if I don't want to be; other people
sense it. But he never seemed to notice at ALL, so believe it or not, it
wasn't long until I was grabbing HIS arm without even thinking about it
when I was trying to get a word in myself. Sometimes you just had to
shake him a little.

Even if you don't count his jabbering and bumping, he was like culture
shock. Started the first time I spent the night with him, which was after
my first Wednesday night tournament. We both gagged, by the way. I don't
even want to talk about how I did, except to say that I got a lot better,
but if you had told me I was going to make the all-star team THAT night,
I would've said you were out of your mind. Matthew? Well, he just choked.
25-29-33. (82 won.)

Anyway, his father picked us up a little past midnight. He's some kind of
lawyer. So after Matthew said, "Dad, this is J.J." and I was from Atlanta
and I was up there for the summer and his dad said, "Glad to meet you,
J.J." and I said I was glad to meet him and all that, his dad asked how
he did in the tournament.

"Shit, I don't even want to talk about it" he answered.

Damn. I just KNEW Matthew was going to get backhanded clean across the
car and he'd probably end up grounded for at least a week, including that
night. So you know, I was wondering what I was going to tell Aunt Esther
when it was already past midnight and I couldn't spend the night with him
after all.

But his dad just chuckled and said, "Choked again, huh?" I mean that was
IT. I'd never BEEN around a kid who cussed in front of his parents. Or at
least I sure hadn't ever witnessed it.

And then Matthew was off into a blow-by-blow account of the tournament he
didn't want to talk about; how he burned it the first round, couldn't get
a break his second round and then the last round it wasn't long until he
just stopped caring one way or the other; and he was bouncing all OVER
the place. He's very animated. Shit, nobody could've gotten a word in
edgewise even if they'd tried. But anyway, I counted at least eight
damns, five shits and four screws before he ended with the observation
that basically, he sucked. And by that time, we were turning down their
street.

So how did I do? his dad finally managed to ask.

"Pretty good, considering this was his first tournament", answered
Matthew before I could get past "Umm". "He's going to be GOOD, I can tell
that much already. I bet he'll make the all-star team." (Which was the
first I'd heard about that. Didn't BELIEVE him right then, but it was
still nice to hear.)

But anyway, his dad mildly suggested that maybe he should let someone
else talk. Just a little. Me, I just smiled wanly.

Then the next shock was their house. Aunt Esther has a nice split level,
but nothing like that. Later on I found out that he had four older
brothers and sisters, but they were already out on their own, so it was
just him and his parents in that place. (He was a mistake. He TOLD me he
was.) My father would probably say people who lived in houses like that
were too rich for my blood. I hope I didn't look awed. But if I did,
nobody let on.

The more I found out, the more culture shock. For instance, in the summer
he didn't even have to be home until 11:45 on weekdays and on weekends it
was 1 a.m. And if he wanted to stay out all night, he just called before
he was supposed to be home and said, "I'm camping out, OK?" and that took
care of it, even if he was talking to their answering machine. One time
Martin got exasperated and asked if he EVER had to go home.

"No, not really" said Matthew. Which was almost the truth.

I next spent the night on Saturday, that same week. His folks didn't get
in until almost 2:15. We were down in the den watching a skin flick on
Cinemax. And that movie had full frontal nudity. A LOT. I've watched
movies at Aunt Esther's when she was around that had SOME nudity and
adult situations, and sometimes she would even be watching with me, but I
really can't see her watching something like that. So when his mom stuck
her head in to say hi and watched the proceedings for about a minute, I
was hoping the ladies in the movie could keep some of their clothes on
until she left.

But they didn't. Another BEAVER shot. Oh boy.

"Guess that movie has a good plot" said his mom.

Matthew said, "Yeah mom. You might say that."

"So why is J.J. blushing?"

"Because it's got a good plot. Bye mom."

"Just don't stay up all night and warp your minds."

"Mine's warped already. Good night mom."

I mean, do you BE-lieve that?

But anyway, we slept in until a little past noon. (Aunt Esther lets me
skip church. Really, there's a lot my folks don't know about her.) When
we woke up, his parents were gone again, this time to their tennis club.
So we went for a swim before breakfast or whatever in their pool, then I
went upstairs and changed but all he did was throw his trunks in the
dryer and when I got back down he was rummaging around the kitchen
looking for something to eat wearing just a tee shirt. It was a large
one, but... well, you know, WOW! Right often. You should have seen it.
(I'll TRY to be more descriptive in just a bit, OK?)

Because you KNOW at that point I didn't want to let on, so real cool like
I said, "I don't guess you're expecting your folks home anytime soon,
huh?"

"No" he replied, "but they're my parents, so what?"

I also later found out that up until he was past ten he took showers with
his mom sometimes, and then at other times with his sister who's seven
years older. And his sister is pretty good looking, too. I've seen her
picture. Now that's interesting.

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, at long last he found something for us to
eat. "Pizza OK?"

"What kind?" I wondered.

"Everything but anchovies."

Sounded all right. "You got any coffee?"

"Can make some."

But aside from eating, reading the sports and comics and watching a movie
for awhile still wearing just that tee shirt, he really didn't do
anything weird.

And aside from trying not to stare, or at least trying not to be obvious
about it, I didn't do anything weird either.

Because at that time I was still hoping I was only going through a phase.
And it's possible NOW; or at least from what I've read about it, it's
possible; but even then I think I knew. There just always seemed to be a
few boys in my gym class I never got tired of seeing without their
clothes on and there were also some I wished were IN my class. Not EVERY
boy, no way, I mean I can think of right many I DON'T want to see naked.
Maybe it's just two out of ten that I'm attracted to. Or three. Or
possibly four. In that neighborhood.

I USED to worry about it a LOT. Like once at Spring Creek I left my books
in my gym locker so I had to go back and get them, right? So I walked in
just as the next class was changing, and I saw this good looking kid with
his back to me unfastening his pants. I'd often enough wondered what he
looked like. So for a few moments I was just standing there gawking, then
it hit me how I probably looked and I got OUT of there. The very first
thing that went through my head was, "WHY do I have these temptations?"
Or something like that. And at times I DO wish I wasn't the way I am, but
then the very NEXT thought that entered my head was, "Damn! Just a couple
more seconds and he wouldn't have HAD his pants on!" And I think that's
an exact quote.

Only Matthew really didn't give a shit if I saw him without his pants on
or not.

The very first time I saw him out on the course I felt it, and when he
walked up and started telling me how to play the holes like he knew me, I
was hooked. He's almost pretty like a girl. He doesn't act swishy at all,
but he's real blonde and he has big blue eyes. About like Aaron's. Last
summer he was 5-4 1/2 and weighed 102. So he's a little bit skinny. Oh,
and by the way, we're both the same age.

I first saw him naked the morning after that first night I spent over at
his house. I woke up and it seemed to be sprinkling. Because he'd just
come out of the shower and was shaking his hair dry on me.

Crossly I said, "Cut it out, damn it."

"Get your ass out of bed" he replied cheerfully.

"What time is it?" I wondered.

"Eight thirty."

"Well, wake me up in about an hour then."

"I'm going to Putt'n'Putt. So am I going to have to drag you out and
throw you in the shower, or what?"

"Go away" I answered. My eyes were still shut, but it was starting to
look hopeless.

Which it was. KA-THUT! That's roughly the sound of a wet towel popping a
blanket-covered leg. It doesn't sting much, but it does keep you awake.
So I opened my eyes and discovered he hadn't gotten around to putting his
clothes on yet. And I'm sure my eyes got pretty big. Not that he was all
that big down there; well, he was bigger than ME; but you know, it
belonged to HIM. So that made it special. No hair yet. But his dick was
just moving around and him paying it no mind at all. And I WANTED to look
a little longer, but I DIDN'T want him to think I was queer, so I shut my
eyes real fast and said, "Damn! Why don't you warn somebody? You trying
to blind me or what?" (And it's also true that he had about the palest
middle I have ever seen. You know, the area his swim trunks usually
covered.)

But he started dragging me out of bed! He had my foot up between his
LEGS! And I am NOT protesting too much.

I'd only known him for a few days. And I liked him. And I wanted him to
like me. So I DIDN'T want him to think I was a queer. I think I said that
already. Well, I didn't. Some boys don't have a problem with being in a
shower at gym and horsing around, but you SURE wouldn't want to get a
hard-on while that's going on, now would you? So I WISHED I could horse
around, but I did not DARE. And it's AWFUL, I'm not kidding.

But anyway I said, "All right, damn it! Just let me alone a second, OK?
Just let me alone and I'll get in the shower." And by the way, he has his
own bathroom. So I got in there fast as I could, slammed the door and
LOCKED it, because I had a boner and I just hoped he hadn't noticed. I
mean since he slept in his underwear, I did too.

And THEN I hoped he didn't figure I was weird for locking the door on
him. So to say the least, I was relieved when he asked if I could spend
Saturday night with him. Then when we got up, he wanted to go swimming,
but I didn't have my trunks, only he had some he'd outgrown he thought
would fit me, so "Go ahead and try them on and if they don't fit I think
maybe I've got some more", and it didn't look like he was leaving, so I
thought, "Well, let's just get it over with." So he didn't make any
smart-ass remarks and I could stop worrying about THAT. And he DID look.


Then after we FINISHED swimming...

But aside from being a damn exhibitionist sometimes, there never was a
hint that maybe he wanted to play around. Or if there WAS, I sure didn't
know how to pick up on it.

At least not until a couple of weeks before the playoffs. Only then I
didn't know how to respond.

We were walking to the course one morning when right out of nowhere he
went, "Hey, can I ask you a question?"

So after I said I guessed so, he asked, "Well, just out of curiosity,
right now how big does yours get?... I mean, you know.." And yeah, all at
once his voice sounded kind of funny.

I'm surprised I was able to say anything at all, because I was just
totally STUNNED, but I managed, "Well, how big does YOURS get?"

"... Right at five inches ... when I'm hard, I mean. So how big does
yours get? The only reason I'm asking is that you're probably getting
close to starting, that's all."

So I don't know. I mean I've analyzed it almost to death, but.. Well
fuck. I GUESS the bottom line is, right at that moment I was scared as
shit. Because at that time I had almost ZERO experience. So I didn't know
what to do. Which I GUESS is why I finally told him mine got to about
four inches and maybe we should just drop it.

So he did. But I was kind of stiff for the rest of that DAY. I guess it's
a miracle I didn't really mess things up, though. With me acting that
way, I could have embarrassed him to the point that he wouldn't have been
wanting to have much to do with me anymore, you know?

But we DID continue running around together. He just didn't make any
further attempts at bringing up THE subject until... well, I'll get to
THAT in a bit. I mean EVENTUALLY everything worked out pretty good,
unless maybe if you consider how much longer we could have been carrying
on like that, but first I'll tell you what happened in Colorado Springs
during the National playoffs. THAT'S when things got weird again. We ALL
acted weird. Or at least everybody in our room did. What went on in the
other rooms, I don't know.

And I WILL get to that very shortly. Because a couple of things have just
now occurred to me. About how I acted.

Number one; like I said, I pretty much had no experience. Although I'd
been asked questions like that before. Mostly in my neighborhood, but
that was just because they were picking at me. Because when I moved to
Atlanta I knew almost nothing about sex. And I was a preacher's kid. So
for example when some older kid would ask me if I ever beat my meat,
well, I didn't have a CLUE, you know? So big laugh.

Well, to me Matthew was just about perfect. I was CRAZY about him. I
loved his personality, I loved the way he looked. It's almost impossible
for me to describe, I mean shit, he looked like a boy, you know? But he
was BEAUTIFUL. So just him being a damn exhibitionist around me was
heaven enough, for most of last summer I could not have ASKED for
anything beyond that.

Yeah, well, I just figured out that Matthew deserves TWO chapters. But I
will tell you just how much of an exhibitionist he was. One morning he
bounced out of bed and asked me, "Hey, you want to see my boner?" Very
cheerfully he asked me this. His voice didn't even sound funny.

And having just woke up, MY voice might not've sounded particulary funny
either. "Why?" I asked, "Is it unusual or something?"

"I don't know. Is it?" and all at once, there it was. Guess it WAS about
five inches. Decently big around. His sticks out pretty much straight
out. With a slight upward curve right about in the middle.

"No, I guess it looks about normal" I said. Oh, my heart was RACING, but
I think I managed to sound fairly nonchalant.

"Good" he said, "So I'll be out in a few minutes" and with that him and
his boner disappeared into the bathroom.

"Sheesh!" I said quietly to myself.

So can you see why I didn't want to take a chance on messing things up?

Oh, and the SECOND thing that occurred to me is this; even though Matthew
was unchurched and had permissive parents, I'm thinking he really didn't
have much more of a clue than I did. About exactly how to initiate
playing around, I mean. I don't know many come-ons, but I HOPE I can come
up with something better than asking how big it is.

But then "Hey, you want to see my boner?" IS a good one. Even if it's a
bit unusual. And apparently it wasn't a come-on anyway, he was just being
Matthew, that's all. As for exactly what just being Matthew MEANS...
well, I'm hoping to find out more about that soon.

So I'll return to what ELSE happened between me and Matthew last summer
in my next chapter, but for now I'd like to finish with the weirdness in
Colorado Springs. Where if you will recall, we were ALL weird. Me,
Matthew, Austin and Adam.

Well, we asked to be in the same room again, and since as far as anyone
in charge knew, we'd been well-behaved the previous week, it didn't seem
that there was any reason to change things around. Although Adam would
have PREFERRED a room all to himself. He would have PREFERRED a room to
himself because we so often insisted on acting juvenile, even if we
weren't quite as insistently so as the other JPPNAs. (But as I mentioned
earlier, his mother thought he was somewhat IMmature. And I shudder to
think what he might have been like had his level of emotional maturity
met her approval.)

If you want to know the truth, most of the time Adam acted like a prissy
little egghead. He WAS a good putter, but he didn't have to act so damn
stuck up about it. One thing that bugged me was how a lot of the time he
acted like he might not even play this year, like he was so much better
than everybody else, he was getting bored with it. (Even though I really
think he WILL play. In fact, he was talking about turning pro this year.)
And about his mother. (His is a single parent home, by the way.) Once she
came out to the course to check it out because she was beginning to think
he was spending too much time out there. Well, he was profoundly gifted
you know, and if he hoped to gain admission to a good school, he simply
could NOT spend an undue amount of time engaged in non-productive
activities. And he had always been a bit immature and now he was at a
very impressionable age. That's what she told Martin. Who in turn told
Ray Kohle who in turn told us. I swear, I almost felt sorry for him. A
lot of our JPPNAs were GLAD he might have to quit, but not me.

He didn't LOOK like a egghead. He looked pretty normal. At least for oh,
say about a 13-year-old, he did. He sure didn't look fifteen. He really
didn't look much older than me. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes and
small brown freckles around the bridge of his nose; not those red head
freckles that look like an eruption; his weren't that noticeable. And he
had braces. On his teeth. He wasn't much taller than I was, but not as
skinny. (By the way, last summer I was about 4-10 and I weighed about 75.
I guess Adam weighed about 100.) I mean he was hardly fat, it was more
like baby fat. He often looked pensive if he wasn't looking studious. If
he smiled it always started out sort of tentative. I'm that way too. He
had a habit of chewing on his lower lip.

Uh oh. Well fine, I'll admit it then. I thought he was VERY good looking
and if he hadn't been so damn stuck up...well, I just wondered what he
looked like naked, that's all.

But I will be damned if that boy wasn't more possessed with modesty than
even I was. I mean while we were in Fargo nobody so much as saw him even
in his frigging underwear because every time he changed clothes, he went
into the bathroom and locked the door. And probably barricaded it. And he
wore PAJAMAS. PAJAMAS! He'd come out all buttoned up and looking like
Ward Cleaver or something, I mean they didn't even hardly WRINKLE.

Well anyway, the weirdness in Colorado Springs started on night two when
Matthew snuck up behind Adam just as he was about to climb into bed and
pulled his pajama bottoms down. Nice ass. Well, it was OK. At least what
I saw of it was OK, since Matthew was only able to expose about half of
it, then Adam was pulling his pajamas right back up. He was very
determined. He said, "Damn you, why must you always act like such a
juvenile? You had BETTER not rip these. I just bought them last week. Now
leave me alone or I'll ask Lars to put me in another room."

At times Matthew reminded me of a puppy. It just never occurred to him
that anyone might take offense. Irrepressible I guess. Most of the time.
But not right at that particular moment. He just said, "Well damn. All
right. Go to bed then."

He did quickly regain a semblance of irrepressibility as he climbed into
bed next to me however. He stage-whispered, "He ain't wearing any
undies!" (Snigger, snigger.)

"Exactly what I choose to wear under my pajamas is my business" replied
Adam huffily.

The next night we went swimming for awhile. They had a heated pool. Adam
went too, but of course he changed in the bathroom.

Well, it felt great as long as you were in the water, or as long as you
could dive right back in, but once you left for good and headed back to
your room you almost froze your ass off because it gets cool at night in
Colorado Springs. So I got into the bathroom first and turned on the heat
lamp. Meanwhile outside I could hear Matthew screaming, "Damn! Who in the
HELL left the air conditioner on? You could freeze your fucking ass off
in here!"

Which is probably why while Matthew and Austin were hurriedly changing
out in the room, Adam got out of his trunks by the sink just outside the
bathroom door. Even if there wasn't a door to lock, it was at least out
of Matthew's and Austin's view. I mean it was COLD in that room. Which is
why I cut the air conditioner back on right before I left, because I knew
good and well what it was going to be like when we got back.

And I could not have timed it more perfectly. All I did was dry off real
fast, then I wrapped myself in a towel and came out a lot sooner than
expected saying, "Well damn, I don't guess I can get dressed if I don't
have my fucking clothes" and I SAW Adam. Like I said, I just wondered
what a fifteen-year-old with an alleged IQ of 156 looked like naked.
Well, it was decent. And he also had some brown pubic hair. Not a lot,
but certainly more than anyone else in our room had managed. It formed a
small rectangle above his fairly fat UNCIRCUMCISED dick. And I had never
SEEN anyone with one of those. Not in person. It sort of looked like a
sausage. Well, that was just my initial impression, OK?

So I guess I did an involuntary double-take. Almost had to. But I also
fleetingly noticed his uncomfortable and possibly knowing expression and
quickly looked away. Which isn't the best way in the world to look
guileless. So I got OUT of there. And I sure hoped I hadn't popped one.
(I DID, but I don't think anybody noticed. Matthew sure didn't, he was
heading for the shower. So he ended up seeing Adam too. I'm pretty sure
he didn't do it on purpose like me, but he still saw him all the same.)

I heard Adam say, "I wish I could have some privacy!" It sounded like he
said it through gritted teeth.

Matthew said, "Well, you sure do look unusual, I've just got to tell you
Adam. When did you start growing that thing between your legs?" then I
heard the bathroom door slam and Adam go, "Fuck!" It was at least an hour
before he would speak to us again.

And if it hadn't been the last night, he probably WOULD have asked to be
put in another room. And he should've.

Because after he went to sleep we were going to see if placing his hand
in warm water would make him wet his bed. Austin said he was a very sound
sleeper. But unfortunately we couldn't do that because the ice bucket had
a leak.

Which was just as well, said Austin, because he really didn't want to
sleep on the floor. Well, he was sharing the bed with Adam, so I guess
that could have been a problem at that. So he was being sensible about
it. Or at least he was until he suggested running his pajamas up the flag
pole. After that night at Eunice's, I don't think he was ever quite the
same.

"That's a GOOD idea" said Matthew, then he asked what I thought about it.

"Damn" I said, "He's going to be pissed! ... No, I don't think we
should."

Austin said, "Chicken!"

"He'll probably call us all a bunch of homos" I replied.

"So we'll just say we didn't have a THING to do with it" said Matthew.
"Somebody raided our room after we were asleep. We woke up when we heard
the door slam, but we didn't have any IDEA-"

"He ain't going to believe that" I said.

But Matthew and Austin said they really didn't care if he believed us or
not and so we did it. Well, THEY did. And he WAS a sound sleeper. I could
hardly believe what was happening. But they left his shirt on. Had to,
because he was rolled over on his side, partly sleeping on his tummy. But
when they just JERKED his pajama bottoms down and right on off, I KNEW he
was going to wake up. Only he didn't. He didn't even stir. And to tell
you the truth; well, on one hand, I was having difficulty taking my eyes
off his ass. And when they YANKED his bottoms down, I also got another
glimpse of his dick. It sort of flopped down. Because he wasn't flat on
his stomach, like I said. But on the OTHER hand, I was horrified. Because
in case you haven't considered this, once his bottoms were OFF, there was
almost no way of ever getting them back ON. Not without him waking up, I
mean. He COULDN'T have been THAT sound a sleeper. So it couldn't be
undone and we were ALL up the creek. That's exactly what I thought. And I
probably wasn't going to sleep all night from worrying about it.

But ANYway, out the door with them we went; Matthew and Austin sniggering
quietly; I just about didn't like them any more at that point; and soon
enough they went up the flag pole, sure as shit. At that point I almost
wished I was sharing Adam's bed and not Matthew's. And stop getting ahead
of me! Because if I were sharing Adam's bed, then I would have run my
undies up the flag pole to join his pajama bottoms, THAT way I could say
damn it all, those sorry perverts got me TOO. Oh, if I could get my hands
on whoever DID that, I'd... I'd... Hey, wait a minute! Just wait one
fucking minute! A way out of this! Yes! And a very interesting way out, I
might add.

So as the three of us stood there looking pensively up at Adam's pajama
bottoms flapping briskly in the wind, I suddenly KNEW my idea would work.
Or at least it would if I could get up the nerve to mention it.

Austin broke the silence. Quietly, he said, "Boy! I think we might've
messed up!"

"Well, it's too late now" Matthew replied glumly. So I guessed I might as
well give it a shot.

"Well shit" said I, "whoEVER raided our room got me too, you know."

"What are you talking about?" asked Matthew.

"Well, I hate to say it, but my undies are going up that flag pole too.
And in the morning I'm going to be bare-ass naked, that's all. Boy, am I
going to be PISSED. ... That's the only way out of it that I can think of
right now."

"Yeah, me to" said Austin.

"Yeah, that might work" said Matthew, then he added, "Holy shit! This is
one royal fuck up!"

And so that's just what we did. Went back to our room, quickly stripped,
pulled our pants back on, went back out, quickly and nervously ran our
undies up to join Adam's pajama bottoms, scurried back to our room,
messed it up a bit, left the door unlatched, then got naked and climbed
into bed. We ALL were sound sleepers. Well, maybe we really WERE, I mean
how was Adam to know if we were or not?

But I really didn't sleep much that night. You kidding me? How was I
supposed to sleep when I kept sneaking feels of Matthew's ass off and on
the whole night? It was NICE. Real soft. I kept hoping he'd turn over
facing me, but nooo. But HOPING he'd turn over, even after he started
snoring quietly, made it a bit difficult to get any sleep as well. But
aside from all that, it was still a very stressful night and I was way
too nervous to get much enjoyment out of anything. And they were very
quick feels anyway. I was just tossing and turning, that's all.

So OK. Our wake-up call came at a quarter till eight. Adam never heard
the phone ringing at all. He's a REALLY sound sleeper. But then he'd been
asleep for less than four hours, too. And much to my surprise, I guess I
DID go to sleep, like maybe for an hour, because the phone woke me up as
well. And also Matthew.

Austin's eyes popped open, then after a few seconds he said, "Uh oh" and
he got out of their bed fast just in case Adam REALLY got mad. Then he
started acting like he was looking for something in his suitcase. (I
don't know how much sleep he actually got, but whatever, he put on a
fairly convincing act.) So he was looking for something in his suitcase.
Like his shorts, for instance. "Damn it, which one of you perverts pulled
my shorts off last night and where ARE they?" he yelled in a high-pitched
voice.

Groggily Matthew sat up and asked, "What in the fuck are you talking
about? I don't know nothing ABOUT your damn shorts!" then all at once,
"Son of a BITCH! If I ever find out who did this, I'll KILL 'EM! J.J?"
and with that he yanked our cover off. Very convincing.

"WHAT?!!!?" I yelled, "Why are you yanking...DAMN! Why am I NAKED?"

"Why am I naked?!!?" yelled Matthew in reply.

Well, I started to ask why he was poking me in the ribs with his boner (I
mean HOLY SHIT!!) but.. I probably wouldn't have, not REALLY... but it
was THEN that Adam FLUNG off his cover, JUMPED out of bed and yelled,
"What in the SHIT is going on in here and why is everybody YELLING for?"
I mean he might have been a sound sleeper, but we were making enough
noise in there to wake the dead almost. And it was a sight. His dick
sticking straight up in the air, I mean. I guess it probably went, oh, I
don't know, just a little over 6 inches, but it was pretty big around.
Fat. And his sort of pink glans was peeking out. So it looked...
interesting.

"Well, fuck, look at the room, look at me, look at J.J., shit, take a
look at your OWN damn self, yelled Matthew as he bounded out of bed. Oh
wow.

(Room, Matthew, me, Adam, kind of difficult to decide WHAT to look at,
well, OK, I'll look at Matthew and Adam then.)

"Yeah!" chimed in Austin and he was pulling up his boxers (well, his
little stiffy was kind of interesting as well, but ADAM... and MATTHEW,
"Geez, I sure am glad I thought of this. This is GREAT!!")

Then Adam looked down at himself and fainted. Well OK, actually he
looked... resigned? I mean what with everybody ELSE in the room being
naked; and apparently very upset about it; I can only guess that he
wasn't too awfully surprised to discover himself in the same condition.
He did quickly flee into the bathroom, but then shortly afterwards he
sheepishly came back out, completely nude, pajama top slung carelessly
over his shoulder, but by then minus his morning glory, and simply said,
"Much fun as this is, I probably should slip into something a bit more
presentable, don't you think?"

So see, he took it very well. As opposed to how he would have reacted had
I not come up with my amazing solution, GOD!... I don't even want to
THINK about how THAT might have worked out.

Later on we sat around at breakfast trying to figure out who the
culprip(s) might have been. Me and Matthew were pretty sure Russell
almost HAD to be involved, Adam thought Tallis a more likely candidate,
Austin said maybe it would better if he never found out. And we all
played very well on that last day, even if in the end our team came up
short to Colorado Springs on their home course. This year, who knows?

It's interesting that my first glimpse of Adam naked was very memorable
and seeing him with a boner certainly was, but the BEST memory is of him
coming back out without bothering to hide anything, like it just didn't
matter any more. Because I KNOW he didn't want to be seen the first time,
and it would seem a reasonable assumption that he didn't want to be seen
with his morning glory in full bloom, but not caring any more, well that
was cool. So we did good, yes?

Well, maybe not. So no doubt it would be better if Adam were to remain in
the dark as to who was REALLY responsible, don't you think?


And this just in: Due to a developing situation back here in the luggage
area, I'll not be completing my report on Matthew until chapter SIX.
Because first I need to report on THIS situation. It might get serious.



And even though it's probably too late to talk me out of CONTINUING this
story, comments almost always make feel glad inside.

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