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An Extra Year In The Dorm, Part 10
by Greg Scott


All the usual stuff about you must be old enough in your jurisdiction, etc.  In other words, if you are underage, don't read this unless you have a really cool teacher who assigned it.  Otherwise, come back in a few years, when nobody will yell at you.  Also if you decide to have sex, wear condoms.  Whether these characters do or not, the ones who will live long enough to have a meaningful sexual life will be those who practice safer sex.  Grow up and act like an adult: slip one or two on!


I awakened several times during the night.  The bed was too small for two adults, but I didn't want Brad to feel abandoned by me moving over to my own bed.  Once when I woke up, Brad was facing me as he caressed my balls with the lightest touch imaginable.  I think I smiled before quickly falling asleep again.

I woke up at daylight, with the morning sun hitting me in the eyes.  I discovered that I was alone in the bed.  I couldn't figure out how Brad had managed to crawl over me without waking me.  He was not in the room.  A quick glance at the clock let me know that it was still too early for him to have gone to class.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat upright while I tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes.  My morning hard on was pointing toward the ceiling.  I wondered where my roommate could be.

I didn't have to wonder long.  Brad entered the room with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his mid-section.

"You look happy to see me," he said grinning, obviously much more alert than I.

I was relieved to see that he didn't seem to be suffering from any morning after guilt.

"You're up early," I pointed out.

"I don't think I'm as up as you are," he said as he dropped his towel.  "Lay down.  I want to snuggle."

I followed his suggestion and scooted over to make room for him.  He joined me and began a passionate kiss.  His minty toothpaste flavored tongue made me self-conscious about my morning breath, but it didn't seem to dampen his enthusiasm.

I felt his dick grow in enthusiastic response as it moved to meet my own engorged cock.  I had not expected to be in this position so soon after last night's experiment.

At last Brad broke off the kiss and quickly rolled away from me so that he was facing the rest of the room.  I worried that perhaps this was all happening too fast for him, but he pushed back his butt to make firm contact with my dick.  He grasped my cock and directed it between his butt cheeks, lining it up perfectly with his hole.

"Push it into me," he whispered.

"Have you ever done this before?" I asked.

"Of course not," Brad said.

"Have you ever put anything in there?  Your finger, maybe?"

"No," he confirmed my suspicions.

"I think we should save that for some time when you're more prepared," I said regretfully.

"But I want to try everything," he insisted.

"In time," I promised.  "Not now, though."

I was a little surprised by my own will power.  His ass was adorable; it looked quite tempting with the muscular round mounds inviting me.

"Please," he was not giving up so easily, and I wavered.

"Soon," I reiterated.

I was completely unprepared.  While I did have condoms, I had nothing that would serve as lubricant.  An experienced bottom can handle it using only saliva, but Brad was a virgin.  I didn't want his first experience to be torture.

"Let's try this for now," I said, making up a new plan as I spoke.

I pushed my cock head between his thighs so that I could feel the bottom of his scrotum on my tip.  I started the pumping movement that was so familiar to me, even though it had been quite a while since I had been with anyone.

"Mmmmm.  That's nice," he said.  "It tickles my balls but in a really good way."

I massaged his muscular chest with my free hand.  I circled a nipple before pinching it firmly.  A shiver let me know that he was very sensitive there.

"I'm leaking onto the bed," he giggled.

I slid my hand down his torso, through his pubic bush and grabbed his cock.  It leaked copious amounts of precum.  I spread it around the head of his dick and quickly brought my hand to my mouth for a quick taste.

His sticky goo was like an aphrodisiac for me.  I moved my hand back to his nipples, pinching first one and then the other, using more force each time.  Each pinch was met with even more enthusiasm on his part.  

His excitement was contagious, and I felt my climax coming from deep inside me as I pumped him more forcefully while I enjoyed the friction caused by his thighs.  At the last moment, I pulled out from between his legs.  I quickly stroked my cock with my right hand and positioned my left to catch my seed.

Somehow I had managed to re-stock my reservoir.  I shot a good six or seven times.  When I had finished, my palm was filled with my ejaculate.

I used my dry hand to nudge his shoulder, encouraging him to lay on his back.  I coated his cock with the mixture of my cum and his precum.  I used my right hand to jack him very slowly.  I resumed my nipple pinching with my sticky left hand.

He squirmed beneath me.  I watched his face, which was reflecting his happy agony.  Our eyes locked.

Without changing my rhythm or releasing his tortured nipple, I leaned down and bit his lower lip lightly.  I ran my tongue around the perimeter of his mouth and then plunged it into him.

At that instant, I felt his first volley slap my cheek.  The next landed on the hand that continued to twist his poor nipple.  The remainder of his cum formed a puddle in and around his navel.

I slid down the bed, engulfing his cock in my mouth.  I licked off our mixture of cum, as he sighed loudly.

"That was amazing," he said once I had finally released him.  "I've never cum so hard."

We stayed in bed not even talking for about fifteen minutes.  We used the time to explore each others bodies with light touches.

"Are you sure you never done anything with a guy, before?"

"Well," he seemed to be thinking about his answer.  "Not really."

I wondered if I should just let the topic drop after his vague response.  I honestly didn't want to pry, but my curiosity was aroused.

"You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, but what does 'not really' mean?"

"Well, I jacked off with three or four guys in high school.  No, it was five; I forgot about my brother."

"You jacked off with your brother?" I asked.

I probably sounded more startled that I really was.  I don't have any brothers or sisters, but I always wondered whether brothers would be brave enough to masturbate in front of each other or maybe even more, especially if they shared a bedroom.  I did hear some guys talking about it when I was in high school, but they were always second or third hand stories, so I didn't put much stock in them.

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't have told you that," he said.  "It only happened once.  We had both had a couple beers.  I mean, we weren't drunk or anything just less inhibited than usual."

"What happened?" I pressed him for details.

"He's two years older than I am, but we had been to the same party.  On the way home, I mentioned that I was super horny.  Of course, that was true of both of us most of the time.  He asked me if I would like it if he jacked me off.  He made me promise to do him too once I finished.  That was it.  We parked in a secluded place and did it.  We never talked about it after that."

"What about the other guys?" I asked.

I couldn't seem to stop myself from asking these questions.  I found I was getting turned on just thinking about this sexy guy being with other guys when I had thought that he had never done anything at all until the previous night with me.

"It was pretty much the same sort of thing, although usually I hadn't been drinking.  A friend and I would be talking or watching porn or something, and then before we knew what was happening we would have the other one's cock in our hands.  It didn't seem like a big deal.  I mean all of us had girlfriends.  None of us ever talked about it, except when we were actually doing it."

"And it never went beyond that with any of them?"

"No.  I guess we figured anything more would be crossing some sort of line," he said.  "I never even thought about it.  Obviously I don't know if any of the other guys wanted to do more, but they didn't say anything about it if they did want to try something else."

"What about with girls," I asked.  "What did you do with your girlfriends."

"I only really had one girlfriend," he corrected me.  "You know, we went to movies or played miniature golf, that sort of thing."

"What about sex?" I couldn't seem to shut up.

"No, I'm a virgin, I guess," he looked down as if he was ashamed.  "She was very religious and wouldn't have wanted to do anything, but I really didn't want to either, so that was fine with me."

There was a pause.  I refrained from asking anything further.

"We did kiss a lot, but she wasn't nearly as good as you are," he said with a grin.

"I'm flattered," I said.

"Heck, she wasn't even as good as Antoinne," he added with an even bigger grin.

"You don't have to say it like that.  We both know that Antoinne is a very talented kisser," I winked.

"Do you have time to get some breakfast with me before class?" he changed the subject.

"I have to shower first," I said.

"Yeah, and I think we should both put on some clothes, too," he said, never losing his big smile.  "Although I like it better when you're like this."

I grabbed my stuff to take to the shower room.  When I reached the door, I looked in his direction, opened my towel and gave him one last look--for a while, anyway.

"Do you really still promise that we can try more stuff soon?" he asked.

"I think I've unleashed a sex addict," I said.

"I know you have."

"I'm glad," I remarked as I checked out his beautiful naked body and handsome face.

I could hardly believe that I masturbated to climax in the shower as I imagined Brad and his brother jacking each other in the car.  In my mind his brother was a slightly larger version of Brad.  I didn't know where all my cum was coming from.  I seemed to be making it faster than I ever had.          

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