I struggled awake not sure what or where I was. That state of mind part way between the real world and the dream world. As I regained full awareness I realized someone was stroking my cock. They realized I was awake and quickly pulled their hand back.
The bus ride was long and most of us were tired after marching in a parade and in the field contest. It was dark and quiet on the bus.
I pretending to be asleep and squinting my eyes I looked over at Dick. He was pretending to be asleep, but I knew better. The blanket covered both of us so he had probably thought that it was okay to play with me.
Dick was 19. A year older than me. It was the last year for both of us before we headed off into the Big World.
Damn. What was that about? I dozed off only to be wakened again. He was stroking my cock through my jeans. I grabbed his hand and moaned. I moved his hand up and down indicating that what he was doing was just fine with me. I finally let it go and Dick continued to stroke my cock. I let him play with me until I thought I was going to explode. I took his hand off and whispered, "No. Not now."
We both fell asleep and did not wake up until the bus pulled into the parking lot next to the YMCA. Everybody piled off the bus, grabbed their belongings and went home.
Before we left I took Dick aside and said, "Later. Please." His response was a quick, "Yes."
It was a week before I saw Dick again at the local market.
"Hi Al."
"Hi Dick. How are you doing?"
"Fine. Say do you want to come over and spend the night?"
"Yeah. That'd be great. How about 7?"
"Cool. see ya."
I got the stuff, payed and went home. Ate supper, cleaned up and kissed Mom on the cheek.
"Going over to Dick's for the night."
"Be good."
I could only hope.
I drove over to Dick's house and parked on the street. Got out, picked up my bag and walked up the steps.
The door opened after I rang and it was Sarah, Dick's Mom.
"Hi Al. Go on upstairs. Dick is in his bedroom. I'll bring some sodas and popcorn up later."
"Thanks."
I bounded up the stairs and went in Dick's room.
"Hey!"
"Hey yourself."
His room was really great. Had his own desk, TV, record player, etc. And a double bed. He was laying back watching TV.
"I tossed my bag in the corner and sat down in the desk chair. We both watched the B&W TV. I don't recall the programs.
His Mom knocked and entered with a large bowl of popcorn and sodas.
"Have a good time boys. See you in the morning."
We turned off the TV and turned on the radio. Low enough not to bother his folks and low enough so we could talk. We talked about everything but IT.
Finally the popcorn was gone as well as the sodas and Dick said, "Time for bed."