Having been one of the finalists for an annual RI Junior Achievement award, I was qualified to attend the exclusive JA National Conference (NAJAC) being held at Indiana University in Bloomington, Indiana. Now, as we were preparing to embark on our prized trip, the excitement in the air was palpable. Like me, many of the other delegates boarding the charted Greyhound bus were going on their first long-distance trip.
Once we got going, everyone quickly started to make friends with the kids they were sitting next to. Since we were from all over the state it was likely you didn't know the kids around you very well. I sat next to a short, frumpy-looking girl from Warwick. This bus-mate was friends with Kathleen, a thin, delicate-looking girl from Providence who I had met a month earlier at a JA social for us NAJAC delegates. Kathleen was sitting a couple rows back and we greeted one another. I could tell she had the hots for me.
About halfway to Indiana after a long, uncomfortable night, the kid next to Kathleen agreed to switch seats with me and Kathleen and I completed the trip talking about all manner of subjects. We were fast friends and I found her interesting. I also found her overt flirting very flattering and was intrigued by the idea that someone could be so attracted to me. I hadn't had much exposure to "normal" affection from either sex and, in fact, had been heart-broken recently by the unrequited love I felt for John. The love that, apparently, once I'd expressed it, ruined his respect for me and destroyed even the bonds of our platonic friendship. I was starting to think that maybe I should give heterosexuality another go at it.
The 21-hour ride to Indiana University was grueling, but heck, I was young, I could take it. Kathleen and I vowed to get together throughout the week-long conference as much as we could, but we knew we had an intense schedule of activities to maintain. As I stood with my luggage I heard my name called by one of the organizers for dorm room assignment and stood at the designated spot to await mini-bus transport to my dorm house. While waiting, I heard other names being called out for room assignments and as a complete shock I learned that John was not only here at the conference, but he was assigned to share my dorm room.
I had known he was chosen at the awards banquet to be an Alternate Delegate, but I didn't know he'd actually made it. I didn't see or hear him on the bus, perhaps he was towards the back, but it made me wonder if he'd seen or heard me. And if so, it meant he purposely avoided even saying "hi".
John came over to our dorm hall waiting area and we tried hard to ignore each other, busily socializing with other kids in the group. Once we were transported to our dorm and made our way up the elevator to our sixth-floor rooms, we quietly started to put our clothes in dressers and closets. Then I broke the tense silence.
"So, how you been?" I asked, almost nonchalantly.
"Good." John responded after a slight pause. "You?"
I coolly replied, "Good."
And that was it. We each left to our own events without another word.
When evening came and we were done with the lectures and activities and dinner hall, it was time to hit the hay. After a quick shower I got to my dorm room and was surprised to see John was already in bed. Without turning on a light so not to disturb him, I slipped under the top sheet of my bunk, wearing nothing but my white briefs. With no A/C, it was stifling in there, even with the window open and the door to the hall held slightly ajar with a book.
I turned to my side and saw John watching me. He grinned despite his best efforts not to at the fact he'd been caught and he turned over pretending to be asleep. I too grinned at catching him.
"Pssst, John..." I whispered over to him. He shrugged under his sheet and tried to ignore me.
"Hey," I whispered out, louder this time.
"What," he replied quietly but coarsely over his shoulder, trying to sound disturbed.
"C'mon, you know what," I begged through my smirking grin.
He turned over and faced me, "You know it can't be that way. We talked about this."
"I'll just give you a BJ. No one will hear us. C'mon, you know you want to."
John lay back with his arms behind his head, face up on his bed, the top sheet covering only from his waist down. I stared at his bare chest, lit softly by the faint light from the hall. A thin layer of sweat made his smooth skin glisten, the hardened dark brown nubs of his nipples called out to my lips to kiss them gently, tenderly. John pretended to ignore my plea, but I could see under the slowly rising sheet that he was, in fact, quite entertained by my generous offer.
I quietly slid off my bunk and crawled over to him. There was still a bit of foot traffic outside in the hall so I knew we had to be very discreet. John lay stiff as a board, not acknowledging me in any way other than his ever growing erection. I poked my head under his sheet and found he had inched his briefs down a bit, freeing his now fully engorged cock. The fragrant aroma of Zest soap, faint sweat and moist uncut cock brought my own dick to rock hard status and I engulfed him in one mouthful. I sucked and licked and twisted my tongue under his foreskin making him moan, perhaps a little too loudly. After a couple of minutes, he seemed to be close. I sped up my efforts ready to swallow his load, but just before he was about to cum, someone knocked on the door.
Without a beat, I bolted back to my bed and jumped under the sheet to hide my own pre-cum oozing boner. It was one of the guys from down the hall reminding us to set our alarm clocks for a full day ahead of us tomorrow. We told him we would and bid him good night. It seems he didn't suspect anything unusual was going on. After I was sure he was gone, I started to make my way back to John, but he told me not to. I tried to convince him it was okay, but he coldly shut me out. He turned over and and wouldn't respond to me anymore.
After a few minutes, I gave up. I lay back and quietly started to jerk off under the cover of my sheet. As I neared climax, I looked over at John and saw he was doing the same. We looked into each other's eyes and came together. Then, without a word, we turned over facing away from each other and fell asleep.
Once we got going, everyone quickly started to make friends with the kids they were sitting next to. Since we were from all over the state it was likely you didn't know the kids around you very well. I sat next to a short, frumpy-looking girl from Warwick. This bus-mate was friends with Kathleen, a thin, delicate-looking girl from Providence who I had met a month earlier at a JA social for us NAJAC delegates. Kathleen was sitting a couple rows back and we greeted one another. I could tell she had the hots for me.
About halfway to Indiana after a long, uncomfortable night, the kid next to Kathleen agreed to switch seats with me and Kathleen and I completed the trip talking about all manner of subjects. We were fast friends and I found her interesting. I also found her overt flirting very flattering and was intrigued by the idea that someone could be so attracted to me. I hadn't had much exposure to "normal" affection from either sex and, in fact, had been heart-broken recently by the unrequited love I felt for John. The love that, apparently, once I'd expressed it, ruined his respect for me and destroyed even the bonds of our platonic friendship. I was starting to think that maybe I should give heterosexuality another go at it.
The 21-hour ride to Indiana University was grueling, but heck, I was young, I could take it. Kathleen and I vowed to get together throughout the week-long conference as much as we could, but we knew we had an intense schedule of activities to maintain. As I stood with my luggage I heard my name called by one of the organizers for dorm room assignment and stood at the designated spot to await mini-bus transport to my dorm house. While waiting, I heard other names being called out for room assignments and as a complete shock I learned that John was not only here at the conference, but he was assigned to share my dorm room.
I had known he was chosen at the awards banquet to be an Alternate Delegate, but I didn't know he'd actually made it. I didn't see or hear him on the bus, perhaps he was towards the back, but it made me wonder if he'd seen or heard me. And if so, it meant he purposely avoided even saying "hi".
John came over to our dorm hall waiting area and we tried hard to ignore each other, busily socializing with other kids in the group. Once we were transported to our dorm and made our way up the elevator to our sixth-floor rooms, we quietly started to put our clothes in dressers and closets. Then I broke the tense silence.
"So, how you been?" I asked, almost nonchalantly.
"Good." John responded after a slight pause. "You?"
I coolly replied, "Good."
And that was it. We each left to our own events without another word.
When evening came and we were done with the lectures and activities and dinner hall, it was time to hit the hay. After a quick shower I got to my dorm room and was surprised to see John was already in bed. Without turning on a light so not to disturb him, I slipped under the top sheet of my bunk, wearing nothing but my white briefs. With no A/C, it was stifling in there, even with the window open and the door to the hall held slightly ajar with a book.
I turned to my side and saw John watching me. He grinned despite his best efforts not to at the fact he'd been caught and he turned over pretending to be asleep. I too grinned at catching him.
"Pssst, John..." I whispered over to him. He shrugged under his sheet and tried to ignore me.
"Hey," I whispered out, louder this time.
"What," he replied quietly but coarsely over his shoulder, trying to sound disturbed.
"C'mon, you know what," I begged through my smirking grin.
He turned over and faced me, "You know it can't be that way. We talked about this."
"I'll just give you a BJ. No one will hear us. C'mon, you know you want to."
John lay back with his arms behind his head, face up on his bed, the top sheet covering only from his waist down. I stared at his bare chest, lit softly by the faint light from the hall. A thin layer of sweat made his smooth skin glisten, the hardened dark brown nubs of his nipples called out to my lips to kiss them gently, tenderly. John pretended to ignore my plea, but I could see under the slowly rising sheet that he was, in fact, quite entertained by my generous offer.
I quietly slid off my bunk and crawled over to him. There was still a bit of foot traffic outside in the hall so I knew we had to be very discreet. John lay stiff as a board, not acknowledging me in any way other than his ever growing erection. I poked my head under his sheet and found he had inched his briefs down a bit, freeing his now fully engorged cock. The fragrant aroma of Zest soap, faint sweat and moist uncut cock brought my own dick to rock hard status and I engulfed him in one mouthful. I sucked and licked and twisted my tongue under his foreskin making him moan, perhaps a little too loudly. After a couple of minutes, he seemed to be close. I sped up my efforts ready to swallow his load, but just before he was about to cum, someone knocked on the door.
Without a beat, I bolted back to my bed and jumped under the sheet to hide my own pre-cum oozing boner. It was one of the guys from down the hall reminding us to set our alarm clocks for a full day ahead of us tomorrow. We told him we would and bid him good night. It seems he didn't suspect anything unusual was going on. After I was sure he was gone, I started to make my way back to John, but he told me not to. I tried to convince him it was okay, but he coldly shut me out. He turned over and and wouldn't respond to me anymore.
After a few minutes, I gave up. I lay back and quietly started to jerk off under the cover of my sheet. As I neared climax, I looked over at John and saw he was doing the same. We looked into each other's eyes and came together. Then, without a word, we turned over facing away from each other and fell asleep.