Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2005 15:54:09 -0600 From: River Rat Subject: College Dave Middle age has lots of positives, but sex isn't one of them. I haven't been getting much lately, and I think it has a lot to do with age. I still feel desire, just not as often or as intense. The other day, I found myself jacking-off in the men's room at work, which seems to be my only spot for privacy. I was mentally working on the standard fantasy, which usually is enough to get me off. I was struggling to stay aroused, about to give it up, when somewhere, out of the depths of my mind, I recalled an incident from college, maybe 30 years ago. Suddenly I'm hard and leaking, a vast improvement. I was more aroused that I had been in years. The fantasy begins and ends with Dave. Dave was my college roommate for a year. We became instant friends from day one. Neither of us had girl friends or was consumed by chasing women for sex. I had been a little shy in high school and was still a virgin at the time. I later found out that Dave had been active sexually, but with only one person, and they broke up when he left for college. So here we are two guys, young and horny, in rural Iowa. Dave was much more open and uninhibited about his body. He shocked me by undressing without hiding. About two weeks into our friendship, we had our first conversation about sex. Dave admitted that he liked to jack-off, which shocked and surprised me. I'm sure my red face and hesitant tone conveyed my embarrassment. As time moved on, I felt my own hang-ups melt away. At the time, I needed absolute privacy to jack off. I learned David's class schedule, and waited till it was safe. I would lock the door, and keep my robe close by incase someone knocked our used a key. I guess you would say I was paranoid of being caught. It didn't take long to learn Dave's pattern. He waited till he thought I was asleep. I would lie awake, pretending to be asleep, just so I could listen for the sounds of pleasure, and then secretly join him. I still remember one warm winter day when the guys in the dorm played a game of flag football. That night, sitting at my desk, trying to work on an assignment, I made several comments about my neck and shoulders hurting. Dave walked over and began to massage my shoulders. His touch was electric that I felt instant relief. I guess my body language told all, as Dave asked "Oh, so you like that?" "That feels so good on my sore muscles." I replied. "Take off your shirt." He requested. I quickly complied and sat backwards in the chair. I felt waves of pleasure and relief sweep over me. I had never had anyone touch me in such an intimate manner, and I was in heaven, but couldn't admit that I was aroused. "My Coach used to do this for me, and I really liked it." David informed me as he continued. He moved lower down my back forcing me to lean forward. I thought at any moment he would stop, and I wasn't sure if I wanted him to stop or not. "That's incredible; you found every sore spot. Thanks." I said, expecting him to stop, but he didn't. He moved back up my spine and across my shoulders before he said "If you lie down I can finish, unless you want me to stop?" I was torn. I was uncomfortable with my body's arousal, but it felt so incredible. My mind was working overtime as I stood, only to be betrayed by my own erection, making a rather noticeable tent in my sleeping shorts. I tried to cover and adjust while thinking about his question. "Thanks, I'm good." I replied. "It happens to me too, don't worry about it," Dave said, referring to my tented shorts. I was too embarrassed to make conversation. I grabbed my towel to head for the bathroom. The towel was excellent cover for my condition. I was too confused and aroused to use the gang shower, so I chose the end toilet stall. Sitting on the toilet, I quickly realized that I needed and wanted to jack-off. It was only minutes before I was shooting past the wad of toilet paper in my hand. After the shower and back in the room, David was sitting at his desk, dressed only in his white jockey underwear. His tan skin looked so healthy against the white fabric. Dave turned and asked "Bet that shower felt good after the massage." I dropped the towel and began to pull on some clean shorts. "I see you got rid of that wood. Isn't the gang shower is a little dangerous for that?" I stammered some sounds, then decided to go for denial. "I didn't....er....wouldn't do that in the shower." "Toilet stall then, much safer." Dave concluded. "No...uh, hell! How did you know that?" I asked. "Easy, I always jack-off after a massage; and your cock is all red." "I didn't know you were such an expert on cocks." I retorted, trying to sound sarcastic and macho, while quickly covering up the evidence of his deduction. "Not all cocks, just my own, and getting pretty aware of your routines and habits." He turned back to his desk and began to study. I was trying to get into my assignment, but my brain was still reeling from the conversation. I found concentration to be difficult. Dave must have noticed "Didn't mean to rattle your cage. You ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not used to talking about it." I said. "It?" he asked. "Can't you even say the word?" "What word?" I asked. "Sex, SEX! You are so inhibited. What are you, twelve?" "Not everyone talks about it all the time, or goes around naked, or plays with himself in the dark!" "At least I can touch myself without guilt and shame. You're a quivering mass of jelly. I'm surprised you can even get an erection. Mommy would be so ashamed that you got a boner." Now I was pissed. I stood and faced him. We squared off, sizing each other up. "Leave my mother out of this, pervert!" "Momma's boy!" he retorted. "Did you leave your balls at home for safe keeping?" "I've got more balls than you, I just don't show `em off." "I've seen `em. Not much to brag about." The next thing I know, we're wrestling about the floor, knocking over chairs. We're fairly evenly matched, and I'm about to make a hold, when Dave grabs my soft cock and squeezes. "Not much cock either!" Dave says. "More that you got" I retorted, sounding even more stupid, if that were possible. "How would you know? You're too afraid to even look, let alone compare." As if unable to pass up a dare, I reach under his belly and grab for his cock. I'm surprised when I find him hard, and impressively large. There are no words, especially when I realize that my cock has instantly gone to full staff. I can feel Dave stroking up and down. I struggled to get out of his reach. "Well, maybe you do have something here." He says. "You got a real hand full." He keeps stroking me and I struggle to find the will to fight against such pleasure. I can feel sticky fluid on my shorts and become aware that I'm about to blow. I renew my efforts to break free. "Let me go, pervert!" I sneer at him. "I guess we're both perverts then, cause your enjoying this" he taunts me. "No I'm ... not" "Your cock says differently" as he continues to pump through my skimpy shorts. "Stop" I plead as my body betrays me. "Please...stop...don't..." and before I realize it, I'm pleading "Don't stop..." writing is pleasure on the floor. I give up on all resistance and concentrate on the pleasure, more intense that I've ever given myself. Dave pulls down my shorts, and renews his stroking. I can see the clear pearl of liquid at the slit. My voice refuses to work, my breathing deepens, back arches as my toes curl. In the next instant, my cock is spurting cum all over me, the floor and Dave's hand. I see Dave smile as he watches the impressive display. "Man, you do got balls!" he says as he wipes his hand on my shorts. I can see his erection and wet spot making the thin white fabric transparent. I want to reach for it again, but my guilt begins to build. Instead, I pull up my shorts and find myself confused and choose to respond with anger, really angry at myself for finding pleasure in a forbidden place. Dave sits down on the floor as I reach for some dirty laundry to wipe off my face and chest. "Are you ok?" he asks. "Shut up!" "Hey, it's ok. Look, I'm hard as a rock too. See?" he says, as he pulls his underwear down to reveal his penis. "Nothing weird about shooting when you're stroked off." Dave begins to stroke himself. I can't look away, amazed at the sight before me. Dave strokes himself and his face begins to grimace, as if he were in pain. Just as he begins to blast cum, he looks me in the eye and smiles. I've never seen anything like this, cum all over the floor. He lies on his bed, trying to get his breathing back to normal. To my horror, I discover that I'm erect again, for the third time in less than an hour. I quickly sit at my desk to hide it, feeling like a pervert. Over the next several months, we continued to grow closer and more open. I became able to dress without hiding, and even slept nude. We had lots of late night chats and the topic of sex came up a lot, but we didn't touch each other, not for several more months. One spring night, after studying late into the night, we just happened to shower at the same time. I found I couldn't take my eyes off Dave's body as he soaped his crotch. I had to turn away to hide my growing embarrassment and curiosity. When I looked back over my shoulder, Dave was looking right at me. I looked down and he was groping his cock and smiling. I wanted to be mad at his teasing, but instead became instantly hard. With new found courage, I turned towards him. Without saying anything, we both stood there, stroking off. The only sounds were the shower and slapping of soapy skin. I stared at his body. Hic cock must have been 7 or 8 inches of hard cut cock, the head was deep purple. His balls were pretty hairy, and despite the heat, were already pulled up against his cock. His feet were spread to give him stability. To my surprise, his other hand began to play with his balls, rolling them around, all sudsy and sexy. I matched him stroke for stroke, when suddenly, we hear the bathroom door open. We each face the wall to hide what we're doing. I can hear someone peeing, then the urinal flushing. Charlie walks into the shower room a few minutes later. He is a football player, linebacker I think. He is huge and well built. His cock is the biggest I had ever seen and was uncut. I try not to stare too long. It only takes minutes to rinse off and get back to our room. "Man did you see Charlie's cock?" I asked. "I've never seen one with skin like that." "Uncut is really different. I wonder what it feels like." Dave asks. "Probably just like this," I said as I reach for Dave's cock. I couldn't believe that I had balls to make such a decisive move. Dave's erection quickly returned as I touched him. "Let me lie down and enjoy this." Dave requested. I removed my hand, dropping my own towel in the process. "That was pretty hot in the shower. Too bad Charlie had to come in." I was so aroused that I found myself more curious and brave than ever before. I knelt down, moving towards his body. I can see his cock close up, with its slick head, waving at me. I explore with my fingers, moving the skin up and down. I moved closer, and on impulse, lick the tip like it was an ice cream cone. "Shit, man that's so hot." Dave replies. "Suck me, and I'll suck you." He begs. I lean over and take the top two inches in my mouth. I expect a foul taste, but am pleasantly surprised and by the smooth texture and mild flavor of his pre-cum. I can feel heat radiating from his shaft. I don't know what I'm doing, but I make up for technique with enthusiasm. Dave tweaks his own nipples and begins to touch me where he can reach. He encourages me to continue. Afraid of his cum, I finish him with my hands. Dave splatters cum on his stomach, the last dribbles over my fist. "Thanks, man. You really surprised me." I stand up beside his bed. Dave reaches out and strokes my cock, already slick with anticipation. He sits on the edge and pulls me closer. His hands are on my ass, pulling me closer. I feel I could shoot any second as his fingers move to my cleft. I spread my legs to steady myself. I look down to see my cock disappear into his mouth, right down to my pubes. "Oh my God!" I stifle a scream. "I'm gonna cum" I warn. Dave's fingers brush over my anus and I feel the eruption begin. I try to pull back, but Dave won't have it. He continues to suck me in and out. I can see my cock brush against the inside of his cheek. He looks at me with pleasure in his eyes. I almost collapse as I fill his mouth with semen. Dave continues to suck till I can't stand it and he lets me go. I fall onto my bed, cock still erect and proudly on display. Dave merely lays back down, wide smile on his face, also obscenely erect. To my surprise, he begins to stroke himself. I decide to join him, as we both enjoy about 10 minutes of stroking, exploring and caressing to come the second time. The room is filled with an incredible sexy, musky scent. Afterwards, I only remember pulling up my blanket and sheets, too exhausted to even clean myself. A few weeks later, near the end of the school year, dressed only in our underwear, I was on my bed reading. Dave was sitting at his desk. He asked "My shoulder hurts, could you rub it for me?" I'm wondering if this could lead to something, wanting and needing more contact. "I've never done this, so it may not be very good." I replied as I stood behind him and placed my hands on his shoulder. His skin was warm to the touch and very smooth. I began to knead and rub across his shoulders, up his neck and down his spine. I was soon very aroused and considered rubbing it against him as I continued. Dave turned his head and looked at my erection. He turned in his chair and simply pulled down my underwear, freeing my cock. I wanted him to take me in his mouth, but instead he stood up and stretched. His white jockey underwear was stretched out front with his erection. It was the sexiest pose I have ever seen. He seemed very proud to be on display. "I told you that I get this way with a massage. How about you? You want a massage? Just lie on your bed or on the floor." I was so aroused and curious, that I didn't even try to decline. In one smooth move, I removed my underwear and slid to the floor. I felt David straddle my butt and began to rub me down. As he leaned forward to get my neck, I could feel his cock slide against my butt cheeks. He moved lower and began to work on my butt with gusto, and I must admit, it felt wonderful. He then went to my upper thighs and moved down to my calves and then back up to my thighs again. As his fingers approached my ass, I felt an intense erotic energy. As his fingers moved forward and back, I suddenly felt a desire to be taken. Dave asked "Are you ok?" I was so totally aroused, that I mumbled something about being fine. All I could think about was what I wanted. "My turn" Dave replied. We switched places and I sat on his ass, freshly freed when he removed his underwear. I coated his back with lotion. Soon my cock was slipping in the groove of his ass, back and forth as my hands and cock moved across his body. It was only minutes before I groaned and added cum to the lotion on his lower back, rubbing both into his skin. After I wiped away the evidence, I sat on the side of my bed. Once I regained my composure, I realized that Dave had not yet cum. He stood and turned towards me. He motioned for me get on my knees and lean over the bed. I wanted him to fuck me, but was afraid of the pain. I could hear him applying lotion to his cock. I prepared to be entered, but instead his pushed his cock just below my balls and began to get off. When he came, my balls were coated with the warm sticky fluid. Back to real time, I blasted a huge load, missing the wad of toilet paper, landing instead on my dress pants bunched around my ankles. Damn, that was hot! I wondered where Dave was these days, and if he ever thought about me.