Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 17:11:57 -0500
From: Hitch Bolen <hitchbolen@gmail.com>
Subject: Horny in the Dorms: Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

I was dreaming I was on a scorching beach lying in the blazing sun on the
sand, no towel and no swimsuit. I also had to pee really bad, so I sat up
and looked for a bathroom nearby, but of course there was none. My cock was
huge and impossible to hide, but no one seemed to to notice. So, I decided
to go into the waves and pee in the ocean, but my legs wouldn't work
properly, it felt like my leg muscles were dead, and the sand was sticky or
squishy, and so I crawled into the shallow water near the edge, where the
warm water lapped against my naked skin. When the water reached my hands, I
was feeling like I was able to pee, but the raging erection between my legs
wouldn't permit it.

I was starting to wake slowly, and the heat and humidity of the late summer
morning was still like a wet warm blanket, but a light breeze swept across
my bare skin, emmenating from the small desk-top oscillating fan, which, in
turns, blasted some of the warm air on me, and then across the room on my
roommate John. It made a soft whirring sound that was comforting and almost
lulled me back to sleep, but the morning wood and need to pee brought me
back to full consciousness.

I was still naked and laying on my back, my cock pointing across my abdomen
to just past my navel, and it was bobbing slightly with every heartbeat. I
reached down and fondled my recently-shaven balls. With my eyes closed, I
explored my genitals that felt like smooth soft silken skin, my nuts
hanging lower in my sack than usual, due to the extreme heat. It felt
great, my fingers grazing across the smooth skin, which made the balls move
ever so slightly with the light touch.

My bladder was soon uncomfortably full, so I decided I'd better get up. I
rolled over halfway to check the clock, which said 10:30. I glanced across
to John, facing the opposite wall, also laying on top of his sheets, a
light sheen of sweat coating the back of his neck. His naked back curved
down to a narrow waist and his lightly hairy buttocks were pointed right at
me.

I stood up quietly, not wanting to disturb him, and tip-toed to the door,
where I grabbed John's towel, which I held in front of my crotch as I made
my way to the bathroom down the hall. No one else was up, but there was the
sound of water running in the bathroom, and as I entered, I could hear
someone was in the shower.

I went to the urinal and pissed -- in spite of the boner -- and returned to
my room. I left his towel in a heap on the floor, and flopped lazily back
onto my bed. My dick was softening a little, but still at least 6", and it
seemed to be enjoying the freedom and exposure. My cock was starting to
stiffen again as I relaxed on this quiet Saturday morning. I had no where
to go, no schedules to keep, and other than going back to sleep, I had
nothing urgent to be doing. So, I smiled to myself, and started rubbing my
cock, relishing the sensations of the warm air blowing across my body, the
touch of my hands on myself, and the new feeling of not needing to hide and
be secretive about it.

I realized that only a few days before, I might have done this alone in a
bedroom, but never would I have imagined doing it with another person
laying so close, and even if John were to wake up and see me, I admitted
that it wouldn't be weird, it would just make me hornier. I grabbed my
balls with one hand and encircled my cock with the other, running the hand
gently around the rim of my dickhead.

I started to replay in my mind some of the sexual encounters I had already
in these first few days of my freshman year: in the bathroom, in the
showers, in the laundry room. And in this bed. The faces of these amazing
and cute young studs swirled before my closed eyes. I wasn't sure I had
anything like romantic feelings for any of these guys, but I started to
feel like my sexuality (and my seemingly huge cock) wasn't going to be a
barrier to making friends here at college, it was actually an asset.

My hands were now performing a very familiar routine. A process
of self-gratification I had perfected over the past few years: Slow and
gentle strokes from the tip to the base of the shaft, alternating with
light quick strokes of just the mushroom head of my penis. And the handling
of my balls, fingers toying with my the inch-long spot between my ass hole
and the scrotum. The only new technique I decided to add to the routine was
a little more asshole exploration, running around the puckered anus, and
even pushing a fingertip in a tiny bit, feeling the wet heat inside me, and
running the other hand to the top of my piss-slit where precum was now
making my cock head slick between my fingers.

I must have moaned slightly, because I heard John shifting in his
bed. Holding my position, I twisted my neck, and saw he was now rolled to
his other side, facing me. His one arm was over his face, the other hand
and cock tucked between his bent thighs. Holding my breath, I thought to
myself, "If his eyes are open under there, he could certainly see me
easily, but if he's sleeping..."

As if answering my unheard question, he slid his arm down to reveal his
angelic face, mouth hanging open, his eyes clearly closed. I continued
masturbating. For the first time, I was watching another naked man while
jerking off, and it was really hot. I mean temperature-wise, HOT! The
gentle, but rhythmic movement was making me sweaty, and in spite of my
attempts to stay quiet, I was sure the bed was making some noise.

I looked back to the ceiling, and closed my eyes as I started to edge
closer and closer to climax. I stopped moving and just felt the light
breeze, enjoying the sensations pulsing through my body. I held my shaft
firmly at its base, pointing it at the ceiling and stroked it lightly, then
running a finger around the tip and down the thick veiny ridge and back
again.

I heard a quiet gasp. "Not yet," he said with a husky whisper. Looking over
, I saw John. Clearly enjoying the scene, he also was stroking his morning
hardon, and following my every move. When I ran my thumb and finger from
the top to the bottom, he did the same. I grabbed the base of my dick and
shook the thick rod back and forth. He mimicked that as well. I stroked top
to bottom tightly ten or twelve times in rapid succession, and he copied
me. I stopped. He stopped. I held my balls, and pulled them as far from my
body as I could without tearing them off, feeling them pulsing with
energy. He groaned as he tried to do the same.

I sat up and faced him. He sat up too. We stroked like two mimes in a
mirror for a few minutes, both of us getting sweatier and hotter, but
seemingly daring the other to look away. We continued like this, matching
every stroke, every pause, every pull on the nuts, every new gob of spit to
lubricate our cocks, until suddenly his eyes rolled back into his head, his
mouth opened wide, head tipped to the sky, and he flopped back on the bed
as his cock erupted in eight long ropes of white cum. He was moaning,
spasms rocking his whole body until he finally came to rest with a huge
sign of pleasure.

I stood and walked over to his bed. I wanted to see the cum on his chest,
his bed and his thighs. He was still laying there, eyes closed and panting.
His hands began to smear the cum across his skin, I caught a whiff of his
spunk in the breeze of the fan, and that put me over the edge. I saw
flashes of red and gold and streaks of light behind my eyelashes as I began
to spurt across his naked body, from his knees to his chin, adding to the
sticky goo already there. The waves of pleasure took control of my whole
body. I had both hands firmly on my genitals, my head rocking forward and
then all the way up, arching my back with each stroke.

John watched me as I came, looking into my face as the cum hit his flesh,
and he was really enjoying it! He smiled lustily at me as I slumped to my
knees. He quickly scooped some of our mingled semen into his hand and
greedily licked every drop.

"I think we'd better go shower, don't you?" John asked.

"Yeah, but my towel and all my laundry is still in the basement," I
answered him. "So, I'll run downstairs and get my stuff. I'll meet you
there in a few."