Just before the U.K. trip the summer after high school, I learned that Dean was going to be my roommate. I was a little nervous-- I didn't know him very well, and no one else at school did either, from what I gathered. Since he was the drum major for the marching band, though, everyone knew who he was and what he looked like-- he was slim and athletic-looking with blonde curly hair, and seemed very sure of himself-- at least when he led the band.
He was sort of pretty for a guy, although I'd never thought much about it before; he had large eyes and full, sensitive-looking lips. As for me, I was skinny then, but I'd been working out at home for over a year; I could tell that my legs and butt had gotten rounder, but the rest of me hadn't changed much except to get a little more defined-- I still looked like the "97-pound weakling" from the Charles Atlas ads, though I actually weighed more than that... My straight brown hair was down to my shoulders.
The plane landed at Gatwick airport the morning after we left Chicago; we got on a coach (bus) that took us to our hotel on a quiet square in a low-rent area of London. The accommodations were typical of most on the trip-- two twin beds right together in the middle of a narrow 'en suite' room. A couple of rather uncomfortable chairs were at a small table by a window looking out on the square, but except for the tea station and a wardrobe, not much else.
There were still several hours before dinner, so we went outside and walked around. Everything was new to us, since neither of us had ever been out of the country before. The center part of the square was like a large manicured yard and garden, and we walked around in it slowly, taking in everything, then sat down on a bench in the middle of it.
We'd hardly spoken at all so far, so I asked Dean where he'd gone to school before he came to Park High-- I knew he'd transferred there the year before. He named a school in Champaign-Urbana that I'd never heard of, and then told me 'way more than I expected...
"My family moved up there to escape some problems, Gerry," he began. "Don't tell anyone, okay? It's not a story I'd want going around." I nodded. "One of the teachers and I got caught having sex at school. He got fired-- he may have gone to prison, but I'm not sure; we weren't allowed to keep in touch. My folks decided to move where nobody'd heard of the scandal, and I wound up going to Park."
"Wow... Uh, did he-- uh, your teacher-- did he make you do stuff?"
Dean chuckled, smiling at me.
"No, Gerry-- it wasn't like that. We were both hot for each
other
. But since I was underage, he was the one that got busted."
"Oh," I said, trying to find a mental context where I could hang what he'd just said; I didn't have one.
"I've been gay since I can remember," Dean continued. "He's not the only guy I've had sex with-- by a long shot. It's really okay-- I'm comfortable with who I am. How about you? Does it make you feel weird knowing that about me?"
"I-- I don't know..." I stammered. "I never thought about it before... I've never known anyone who's gay..."
"So you've never thought about having sex with a guy?"
I shook my head, then stopped... "Well, there was this one time... another kid and I took turns jerking each other off..."
"How'd you like it?"
"It was okay... different, I guess... It felt a little better than doing it myself, but not much."
He smiled. "Let's walk around some more," he said.
We left the square and headed out into the city, but carefully, making sure we remembered how to get back. There were lots of tourist-type souvenir shops and quick markets as well as restaurants and take-away food places that sold stuff we'd never seen at home. We got back to the room about an hour before dinner.
"I'm gonna take a shower," Dean said, getting completely naked before going into the bathroom. His cock looked pretty big and his butt-cheeks were nice and round. 'I shouldn't be noticing that,' I thought.
After he closed the door to the bathroom I heard him laugh. "Correction-- I'm gonna take a
bath
," he said. "There
is
no shower."
He came out in a few minutes, just as naked as he was when he went in.
Determined not to act intimidated, I got undressed before I went in the bathroom, too. I could feel his eyes on me as I took off my clothes, and again when I came out and got dressed.
"Don't be embarrassed," he said. "You've got a very nice body."
"Thanks," I said. I felt myself blushing.
There were about thirty high-schoolers on the tour in all, and dinner was an hour-long uproar; everyone was talking loudly, excited about being in London-- and away from their parents.
I realized that I was being unusually quiet, my mind going back to what Dean looked like naked and what he'd said about my body and my self-consciousness. I'd noticed not just his cock and his ass, but the way his muscles rippled in his stomach and thighs... He
was
attractive-- that is, I actually felt an attraction to him. It was a new feeling for me, and I didn't know what to do with it...
At the end of dinner, one of the chaperones got up and gave a little speech about being at breakfast at 7:30, dressed for the day with our packed suitcases outside our doors-- and about not going out that night. She told us that she'd be in the lobby until they locked the front door-- just to make sure we all stayed in.
Back in our room, we turned on the small TV, watching from our beds, but after an hour or so we got bored with the strange programs.
"Well, now what?" I said. "It's 'way too early to go to sleep," forgetting that we'd been awake all night on the plane; I was too excited to sleep, anyway...
"We could jerk each other off," Dean said in a quiet voice.
I realized I'd set myself up. "Well, uh... okay... sure... why not?"
"So... let's take our clothes off," he said, getting undressed quickly and lying down on his stomach. I followed suit, lying on my front as well; my pulse quickened.
"Feeling a little tense?" he asked. I nodded, trembling a little. "I'm a little nervous, too. This doesn't have to be weird, Gerry. Why don't you give me a quick massage and then I'll give you one... it'll help us relax."
"Okay."
I got on my knees next to his left side and started kneading his shoulders, very conscious of the skin of my leg touching his; it felt good-- firm and warm... I worked my hands down his back, stopping at his waist.
"Go on and do my butt, too" he said. "I won't tell anyone."
I was very curious about how it would feel, but wondering how far I should go, was it wrong, etc. I put both hands on his round globes and kneaded and squeezed. They were firm but soft, too, and I felt a pulse in my cock.
"Ohhh... that's nice," he said softly. "You can do my legs, too, if you want..."
I did, half relieved and half regretful at leaving his ass behind, kneading his thighs and calves, but then returning to it before working my way back up to his shoulders. My cock wasn't hard, then, by any means, but I could definitely feel it waking up.
