Mick woke with a start. He was still getting acclimated to waking in a strange room. He was an 18 year old freshman, like many others, attending school 1,000 miles from home. Though he had wished to attend the local state school with most of his friends, this was his father's alma mater and he was obligated to attend. Mick never made friends easily, and now it was even more difficult in this current situation. In high school, he hung out with the so called nerds or geeks. He was a member of the chess and bridge clubs, and played on the golf team. He had never had a real girlfriend and was painfully shy -- mostly due to the fact that he appeared very young for his age. Mick was only around 5'7" and maybe 120 lbs. He was also desperately lonely and sad.
After about 2 weeks, he realized he couldn't go thru four years like this, he needed to find something besides just classes to occupy his time. While passing thru the student union, he glanced at the Activities bulletin board. A posted noticed for the campus "Outdoor Club" caught his eye. He had been camping, backpacking, and other outdoor activities since he was a boy. He did enjoy nature and the solitude of the good hike. The club was having a meeting the next afternoon and he decided to attend.
The next day he walking into the meeting. There were only 10-12 people there. He immediately took notice of the person that seemed to be in charge, talking to two other guys. He was obviously an upperclassman. He looked like a football player -- tall with blonde hair, an athlete's body and his smile oozed confidence. Mick walked quietly over to stand nearby, and when the two guys moved to sit down, he shyly said "hello, I'm Mick." The leader turned and with a great smile said "Hello Mick, I'm Dan...welcome. Glad you could turn out." They made small talk for a minute about classes, where they were from and outdoor experiences, then it was time for the meeting to begin. The club sponsored outings every few weeks, and fortunately the school provided almost all of the equipment, as Mick hadn't brought anything except his boots from home.
Dan announced there would be an out & back hike with 1 overnight the coming Sat and Sun. He asked for a show of hands, and Mick raised his, as he had nothing planned for the weekend. It looked like 7-8 persons would be on the trip. Dan announced to meet there at the union on Sat morning at 0800. The week passed quickly and Mick turned up Sat with his hiking clothes. Dan and a couple others were already there organizing equipment. Dan told Mick to grab a pack and start filling out his gear. The weekend was fairly mild so Mick grabbed a lightweight sleeping bag + a foam pad. Dan had said the final number was 7, and of course everyone else knew each other, so Mick reached for a single person tent. Dan quickly interrupted and said "hey Steve, you take the single", and tossed the tent to one of the other guys. "I'll tent with Mick to show him the ropes" said Dan. Mick saw Steve give a knowing look back to Dan, but thought nothing of it. The others on the trip included one couple, who would tent together and 5 guys including Mick. All the others seemed to be returning club members.
They finished packing the van, and were ready to go. It was a 2-hr. drive to the trailhead, and Mick felt a bit at ease talking about this subject which he knew well. Soon they were parked and ready to hike. It would be about 7-8 miles out to a lake in the state forest. The guys all said there are really great campsites near the lake. The hike passed quickly, the terrain not too difficult and they reached the site by later afternoon. The group started setting up camp, and Mick noticed the couple (John and Cindy) head to a more secluded spot, he smiled, and one of the other guys commented "hey, you guys be careful over there" ...everyone laughed a knowing laugh.
They cooked a community meal, very good, and everyone had carried out a couple cans of beer since the packs were not too heavy on the short overnight. Mick wasn't much of a drinker, but he enjoyed sitting with the group. After night feel, one of the other guys said "now it's time for the good stuff" and broke out a bong. Mick had never smoked before, but he did recognize what it was. He passed on the pipe and said "maybe next time". As the group smoked and laughed, Mick felt the day start to get to him, and decided to slip away to the tent. The night was still mild so sleeping would be in light wear -- shorts and t-shirt, and he barely needed the sleeping bag.
Mick was wiped from the hike, and felt right asleep and didn't hear Dan enter the tent later. Different thoughts were dancing in his mind, but soon he was dreaming a familiar dream. About a girl named Angela who had been his senior year chemistry partner. They had gone to a couple dances, but nothing ever happened beyond a few kisses. In fact, Mick had basically no sexual experience or knowledge. Truth was he didn't even jerk off. A few times he had awoken with sticky stuff in his briefs, and he kind of knew what it was from the rudimentary sex ed they had in school. His parents had never broached the subject with him. He had seen Playboy magazine a few times at friends' houses, but never anything more hardcore. Back to the dream, Mick could see he & Angela were in Chem class, in the lab, but all of a sudden, down behind the lab bench, hidden from the teacher Angela had her hand on Mick's crotch. It was an amazing sensation, and soon her hand went inside his shorts.