pretty good looking myself. I had the typical California surfer look, even though I was from Idaho; long, shaggy blonde hair and green eyes, nothing overly special about me, but I could turn heads when I wanted to.

“Thanks, but I feel like a grease-ball, where do we shower?” I asked, my shyness was officially replaced with confidence; this guy would be fucking my ass before tomorrow morning. James walked me to the bathroom just down the hall and showed me where everything was. Before he finished talking about towels I began to undress, and when I turned back around I noticed a definite bulge growing in his shorts. He stood back and bit his lip; I pretended not to notice as I jumped in the shower and adjusted the knobs. I left the curtain a little open; maybe I was hoping he’d join me. But I was left disappointed. I heard the door shut and he went back to the room. No doubt to take care of the stiffy I’d just given him.

I finished washing up and headed back to the room. There was no one in sight so I just wrapped the towel around my waist and walked in the door without knocking. James was sitting up on his bed, reading a magazine, shirtless and a little flushed in the face. The little bottle of lube poking out from under the sheet confirmed my prediction. He said “hi” when I came in, but didn’t look up. I glanced at his chest. It was perfectly smooth with little dark nipples. He had no 6-pack but his stomach was flat as a board.

“Do you swim?” I asked.

“Yeah, and I dive too. How’d you guess?” he replied smiling.

“Only swimmers have bodies like yours.” He had nothing to say back to that; he just bit his lip again and went back to his magazine. As I got dressed I made sure I was in full view; my thick 7 incher didn’t disappoint me. It hung long and proud. At this point, James wasn’t even pretending to read anymore. He was avidly staring at my ass like a piece of meat. I pretended not to notice, once again, my favorite form of foreplay.

After dinner and a few rounds at a ping pong table in the basement, everyone headed to bed. James took a lightning fast shower and walked in the room to find me undressing.

“Do they check in on us at night?” I asked.

“Nah, they don’t bother.”

“Good, ‘cause I can only sleep naked.” He looked a little shocked by this but didn’t say anything. We got into our little twin beds and after about 10 minutes, I pretended to be asleep. Thankfully the room was stifling hot; it made my plan easier. I was lying on my back, so all I had to do was kick the covers off and James would have a perfect view of what I knew he wanted. I laid there in silence. I heard him rustle around getting comfortable, and then I heard a low groan. He had looked over and seen me. Now all I had to do was wait. Seducing people is so easy when you had a body like mine.

It wasn’t long before I heard James tip toe out of bed and over to me. I concentrated on keeping my breathing even, so he wouldn’t suspect I was really awake. After a few seconds I felt