Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2019 14:53:38 -0700
From: David Brugger <ht.bruhaus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Neil and Rocky Chapter 2

by H.T. Bruhaus
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April 2nd, 2019

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Neil and Rocky Chapter 2

Neil Stands and goes to his closet. He grabs a towel and wipes my cum off
of him. I sit up. His cock is soft and flops around as he cleans it. His
naked body is beautiful. Neil is looking at me. He has a big grin on his
face. Then he comes over to my bed and sits down. I lie back and let him
take his time cleaning his cum off of my chest and abs. He has to pull back
my cock to get some of my cum out of my pubes.

When he is done, he says, "Rocky, It's getting late. I'm fucking tired and
I have to get up early tomorrow. I'm going to bed."

"Yeah Neil, me too."

Neil wads up the towel and shoots it into his closet like it was a 3
pointer and gets into bed. He is still naked. It's the first time he has
gone to bed without wearing any boxers. I crawl under the covers of my
bed. I'm also still naked. I guess, after jacking each other off, we no
longer have to be modest about exposing ourselves in front of each other,
although Neil hasn't really been that modest in front of me before, but
this is a higher level of comfort. I just hope it will continue for the
rest of the school year.

I turn off the light on my nightstand and Neil turns off his light. He
says. "Good night Rocky."

"Good night Neil". As I drift off to sleep, I can't help wondering if this
new level of comfort will continue, or if things will now be weird between
us.

"Rocky, are you awake?"

I open my eyes. Neil is standing over me. I say "What time is it?"

"It's almost six."

"In the morning?"

Neil laughs. "Yeah, in the morning. My brother will be here any
minute. Will you email me those pictures today?"

I have no idea what Neil is talking about. It must have shown on my face.

"You know Rocky, those naked pictures you took of me and my boner for
Lauren last night?"

Now I remember. How could I forget that? "Yeah, sure Neil, I'll get those
sent to you."

Neil sits down on my bed. I have to move my legs over to make room for
him. He puts his hand on my thigh. There is just a thin layer of blanket
separating us. I can tell it is cold outside, but our room is warm, almost
too hot. "Rocky, I'm a little worried about you being here all by yourself
over the holidays."

"It's okay Neil, I'll be fine." Although I'm already feeling lonely. When I
chose an out of state college, my parents made it clear they would not be
able to afford to fly me home for Christmas. I really didn't think it was
going to be a big deal, but I almost regret my decision now.

Neil pats my leg. He looks concerned. "I'd have you come home with me. It's
just that all my brothers will be there with their partners and kids and
there won't be much room, but I'm sure we could make it work."

It's really sweet of Neil to offer, but I have no interest spending the
holidays with a bunch of strangers in a crowded house and no privacy. Also,
I don't want to impose. "Thanks Neil. I appreciate the offer, but I'm kind
of looking forward to just chilling out on my own."

"Rocky, it's not because of last night is it? I don't want things to get
weird between us just because we jacked each other off."

I'm relieved Neil said it. I'm glad he's not going to let it ruin our
friendship. "Fuck no, Neil. We're still friends and like you said, it's no
big deal."

"I'm glad to hear it, Rocky." Then Neil pinches my cock through the
blanket.

"Fuck Neil, that hurt." But I'm smiling and Neil is smiling too.

Neil's phone chirps. He opens it. "Gotta go, my brother's here." He
stands. "Give me a hug before I go, okay?"

I'm a little surprised Neil wants a hug. He's looking at me and I get the
sense that he really needs it, so even though I'm not much of a huger and
even though I am naked under the covers, I get out of bed. "Let me find my
briefs."

"No time Rocky." Neil grabs me in a bear hug and squeezes me tight. He is a
lot bigger than I am and I feel like a kid wrapped in his arms. "You take
care of yourself, okay? Merry Christmas, Rocky."

"You too, Neil."

He leaves and I crawl back into bed.

I wake up and check the time. It's a quarter past noon. I automatically
look over at Neil's bed. It is probably the first time in four months that
it is made. I notice the Jack Daniels on his nightstand next to the tube of
K-Y Jelly.

I get up. I'm still naked and I have a nice boner. There is a note
addressed to me next to the bottle of Jack.

"Dear Rocky, Please finish the Jack Daniels before I return. Merry
Christmas, Neil. P.S. Help yourself to the lube."

I touch my hard dick, then peek through the blinds to check the
weather. There is a thick layer of dark gray clouds. It looks like it's
going to rain.

I go to Neil's bed. I pull back the covers. I get between his sheets. I
grab his pillow, turn it length-wise and push it down towards my throbbing
cock. I can tell Neil hasn't washed his sheets for a while. They smell a
bit rank and it brings to mind Neil's beautiful ass and him jacking me off
from last night.

I start fucking the space between his bottom sheet and his pillow. I close
my eyes and visualize Neil's full round ass. I imagine I am fucking Neil's
asshole. I start thrusting faster. The musky smell of Neil on his sheets
gets me super excited and I fuck his pillow even faster.

I whisper, "Neil", then I start cumming.

I shoot a huge amount of jizz. I lift up the pillow. His sheet and pillow
are completely saturated with my cum. Neil's closet doors are still open. I
find the towel he used to clean us up from last night. I put it to my nose
and inhale deeply, then I clean my load off of Neil's sheets.

I turn the pillow over and pull back the top covers to expose the wet spots
to the air so they can dry properly. I set the towel next to his bed. I
want it to be handy. I suspect I'll be needing this quite a bit during the
break.

I find a mostly clean towel in my closet and wrap it around my waist. I go
out into the hall and down to the men's room. The dorm is eerily quiet. I
take a long hot shower and pee down the drain. No one comes in or out. I
walk back to my room completely naked. I don't bother to put the towel on.

In our room I check my phone. Neil has sent me a text reminding me about
the photos. I email his photos to him. I also "accidentally" include one of
my photos. Then, instead of deleting them off my phone, I put them into a
folder labeled "Neil".

I go downstairs to the common area. No one is around, but the TV is on. I
was planning on heading to the cafeteria, but one of my favorite holiday
shows is just starting. "It's A Wonderful Life".

I sit on the couch all by myself. I feel lonely watching this movie without
my parents, but it's also very comforting. Occasionally other students will
sit down and watch with me for a short time while waiting for their rides
back home to their families.

When the movie is over, I am crying. I can't help myself. I always cry at
the end. I turn the TV off and take a moment to wipe the tears from my
face.

I get up and go outside. It is lightly drizzling. I head to the
cafeteria. Unfortunately, by the time I get there it is closed. There is a
sign on the door announcing special holiday hours. I'm between meals, so I
walk a few blocks off campus and go into a local pizza parlor.

It is nice and toasty warm inside. It feels good after my cold walk in the
rain. The place is empty except for a young married couple with a toddler
sitting near the window. The guy behind the counter is tall, he looks to be
my age. This is weird, but at first I thought he was Neil.

He gives me a beautiful smile. I order two slices of cheese pizza and then
at the last minute I add a pint of the local micro brew to my order. I
doubt if I can get away with it, I wont turn 19 for a few weeks and my
boyish face makes me look even younger, but I figure what the hell, I might
as well try.

Without hesitation, he pours me the beer and sets the number 69 on the
counter next to the pint.

Even though I really don't have much spare cash in my budget for restaurant
food, I give him a generous tip.

He smiles again. "Thank you, sir."

It is the first time anyone has called me "sir". I grab the pint and my
order number and find a table where I can watch the front counter.

There is some seventies disco music playing. Maybe the Bee Gees? I sip my
beer and watch my friend. He appears to be the only employee working
tonight.

Every once in a while he looks up and gives me that big beautiful smile of
his. I can't keep myself from smiling back. My mind drifts to Neil and our
mutual J.O. session from last night. I rub my cock under the table.

After about ten minutes, he comes over with my two slices. "Enjoy." Then he
grabs my order number and holds it in front of him. He is grinning.

I don't know how to flirt, but looking at this young man smiling at me with
the number 69 in his hand, I suddenly realized he is flirting. If Neil and
I hadn't jacked each other off last night, I doubt I would have noticed.

I don't really know what to do, but I'm feeling very alone and I suddenly
hold out my hand. "My name's Guy."

He moves "69" to his left hand and we shake. "I'm Oscar."

We are both smiling. I don't know how to proceed. Then he says, "You go to
college here, Guy?"

"Yep. I'm a Geology major. What about you, Oscar?"

"Not yet, I'm a local, but I'll be a freshman here next fall, I got a
scholarship."

"Wow, great. Me too. What's you major?"

"Accounting. My Uncle wants me to eventually take over this restaurant."

The family sitting near the window gets up. "See you later, Oscar."

"Thanks, see ya."

They leave and Oscar locks the door behind them. He turns off the open sign
and the overhead lights. The lights behind the counter are still on.

"Shit Oscar, are you closing?"

"It's alright Guy. My uncle said I could close early if it's slow. You stay
as long as you like."

"Thanks."

Oscar goes behind the counter, pours himself a pint and returns to my
table. "May I join you, Guy?"

"Sure Oscar, but I doubt you're old enough to drink."

Oscar smiles. "If you're old enough to drink Guy, then I'm old enough to
drink."

I'm embarrassed. I say in a sing-song voice, "Busss-teeaad." We both laugh.

Oscar sits. I finish one slice of pizza. "This is really good Oscar, did
you make it."

"Yeah, thanks Guy, I've been working here for my Aunt and Uncle for almost
five years, since I was 13." Then Oscar grabs my last slice of pizza and
takes a big bite out of it. He puts it back on my plate, making eye contact
the whole time.

I feel like I should be mad at him for doing that, but I think it's really
sexy. I pick up the slice and take a bite right at his bite mark, making
eye contact with him the whole time.

Before I can set the slice back down, Oscar grabs it from my hand and takes
another bite. While still chewing, he says, "I'll get us some more." He
hands the slice back to me and our fingers touch for a moment before he
goes into the kitchen.

I'm about to tell him it's not necessary, but he's already gone and I
figure I should just let him do it.

I finish eating the slice while Oscar is in the kitchen.

A minute later he comes back with half a peperoni pizza on a round aluminum
tray. He sets it on the table in front of me and picks up his
beer. "Cheers."

I clink his glass. "Cheers." We drink.

Oscar sets his glass down and starts eating. I set my glass down and start
eating too. The pizza is just barely warm, but it still tastes good. I
haven't eaten all day and I realize I'm grateful there's more.

While we are eating, we talk about the rain and the possibility of snow. We
also talk about college and my home town on the East Coast. It doesn't take
us very long to finish off the pizza.

We take a drink of our beers.

Then Oscar says, "I really like your mustache, Guy."

"You do? I didn't even think it was noticeable."

"I don't know Guy, that's probably why I like it. My beard is so fucking
dark. I hate it."

Oscar's face has, what looks like, several days growth of beard. I am
reminded again of Neil. "Well Oscar, I think your beard looks really sexy."

Did I just say Oscar is sexy? Shit, I should never be allowed adult
beverages.

Oscar gives me a great big fucking smile. "Thanks Guy, you're sexy too."
Then he holds up his glass. "Here's to two hot sexy guys. Guy."

We clink glasses.

I say, "Bottoms up."

Oscar looks at me over the rim of his pint. He is grinning and drinking at
the same time.

I realize what I just said. My face gets hot. I'm sure I'm blushing right
now.

We put our empty glasses down. Oscar looks me in the eyes. I return his
gaze. He comes over to my side of the table and sits down on the bench next
to me. He puts his arm around me.

We kiss.

I hear a "Wooo" from outside the restaurant. I look up. There's a group of
"Frat Boys" at the front door looking inside. They give us the thumbs up
and walk away.

"Oscar says. "Follow me."

We go through a side door with a sign that says "restrooms" and into a
hallway. I can see the restaurant through a bank of plate glass
windows. Oscar opens another door and I follow him up a narrow stairway.

On the second floor, Oscar pulls out some keys from his pocket and unlocks
a door. It opens onto a small apartment. There are a few pieces of
furniture inside and I can see a bed through an open doorway, but it is
just a bare mattress, no sheets or blankets. The heat doesn't seem to be on
either and it's a little cold.

I say, "Is this your apartment?"

"No, it's a rental that's unoccupied right now."

Oscar turns around to face me and then gives me a big fucking kiss.

This is my second kiss ever, my first kiss was just moments ago from
downstairs.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Oscar is hot and he is nice, but as we
are kissing, all I can think about is how this should be Neil giving me my
first kiss.

Oscar says, "What's wrong Guy? Do you have a boyfriend or something?"

Just moments ago, my dick was rock hard. Now it is almost completely
flaccid. "Not exactly, Oscar."

We sit down on the couch and I tell Oscar about Neil and our photo session
and subsequent J.O. session.

Oscar says, "Guy, I think you're in love with Neil, but that was really
fucking hot." He rubs his crotch, then gets down on his knees in front of
me. He pushes my legs apart and pulls open the buttons of my jeans. "I bet
I can make you forget about him."

I absently lift my butt to allow Oscar to pull my jeans and briefs down
around my ankles. I watch as Oscar starts jacking my cock. Then he puts my
growing dick into his mouth.

I say, "Fuck".

Oscar looks up and smiles, then goes back to sucking my cock. After a few
minutes, he stands.

I watch as he slowly opens his fly. Oscar is not wearing any underwear. He
pushes his jeans down to his shoes, freeing his cock and balls.

His cock is hard and really hairy and a lot bigger than mine or Neil's. I
mean, a LOT bigger. His nut sack is taut with big folds of skin. It is
holding his balls up tight against his body.

I can't believe it. This is my second live boner I have seen in my entire
life and it's been just two days. I fucking love being an adult and in
college.

Oscar steps out of his shoes then uses his feet to push his pants all the
way off, removing his socks in the process. Before I can grab his cock, he
gets back on his knees and starts sucking me again.

It feels amazing.

Oscar strokes his cock with one hand and holds my cock with his other hand
while he is sucking me. I moan. He starts moving his hand up and down my
shaft at the same time as his head moves up and down my shaft.

"Shit!" My breathing gets heavier. I start groaning.

I close my eyes. I put my hands on Oscar's head. I compel Oscar to move his
head faster. I pretend it is Neil giving me my first blow job.

A moment later I arch my back. "Fuck Neil, I'm about to cum." I open my
eyes, then I start shooting my load.

I keep my hands on Oscar's head while he swallows my load. As soon as I
finish cumming into his mouth, I let go and he stands up. He continues to
stroke himself. He leans over and kisses me. I can taste my own cum.

I pull back a bit. I want to watch Oscar shoot his load. Our foreheads are
touching and we are both looking down at his hand stroking his dick.

Oscar strokes faster. He starts moaning.

I reach up and squeeze his tight nuts.

A moment later he convulses and groans. Then he starts spraying his hot
sticky load onto my cock and balls.

When he is done cumming, Oscar sits down on the couch next to me. I stare
at his cock.

He says, "Whoa, that was intense. I thought you were going to rip my head
off, Guy."

"Shit, sorry Oscar, I guess I got carried away."

"Not a problem. I really loved your enthusiasm."

Oscar's cum is all over my cock and balls. He pulls off his "Esposito's
Pizza" tee shirt and uses it to clean me up.

When he is done, I say "Merry Christmas, Oscar."

He says, "Merry Christmas, Guy."

I go back to the dorm. My hair is wet from the rain. I am tired and cold. I
sit in the common area and watch TV for a while, then I go up to my room. I
take off my clothes and crawl naked into Neil's bed.

I wake up and check my phone. It's 1:30am. I have to pee. I put my jeans on
without my briefs and go out into the hall. I'm barefoot and shirtless.

As I'm walking to the men's room, I hear the heavy thump of bass coming
from behind one of the doors. I guess I'm not the only one still here.

I walk into the men's room. Someone is taking a shower. Steam is pouring
out of the opening to the communal shower area. As I walk by, I look
inside.

On the far end there's a guy soaking in a stream of hot water. His eyes are
closed and his fat cock is hard and sticking straight out.

I stop in my tracks.

He opens his eyes and grabs his cock and starts stroking it. Then he sees
me. "Sorry dude, I thought I was the only one here, you know how it is."

I don't say anything. He keeps stroking. Then he nods his head for me to
move on. "Do you mind?"

"Sorry." I go over to the urinals and pee. I'm thinking, "What is it with
me and hard cocks lately?" As I'm leaving the men's room, I can't keep
myself from looking into the shower room again. The guy's got his cock
soaped up and he is slowly sliding his fist over it. His other hand is
cupping his balls. His eyes are closed and he is leaning forward.

I know I should leave, but I don't. Then he starts cumming. I watch.

Before he is done, he opens his eyes and sees me.

I quickly get out of there and go back to bed.

The next couple of days are uneventful. Every night I sleep in Neil's bed
and every morning I shoot a load of cum into Neil's pillow. I don't often
think about Oscar, but when I do, it somehow involves Neil. I also
occasionally think about the guy in the shower.

On the third day, around noon, I get a call from Neil. "How you doing,
Rocky?"

It is raining hard outside. I can hear it striking the window.

"Neil! It's great to hear from you. I'm hanging in there. How are you
doing?"

"I'm fine, but two kids here have the flu."

"Sorry to hear that. How's Lauren? Did you get to see her?"

"No, her family goes to Lake Tahoe every Christmas, but she got my photos
and she's already sent me some very, very nice photos back."

"Awesome news, Neil."

"Yeah, did you know there was one of your pictures in there?"

Neil sounds a bit accusatory, I'm probably just feeling guilty. I pretend
I'm surprised. "Shit, sorry about that."

"I didn't catch it either and Lauren ended up seeing it."

Now I'm actually surprised. "Damn Neil. I'm really sorry. What did Lauren
say?"

"Well, naturally she wanted to know how I ended up with a picture of my
roommate, bare ass naked and showing off a great big boner."

I'm thinking to myself, "It's not really that big." But of course, I'm
missing the point here. I say, "What did you tell her?"

"I told her everything."

"Everything?"

"Yep, everything."

My voice gets serious. "How did that go?"

"Rocky, you don't know Lauren, but she is this amazing, open minded,
caring, beautiful, feminist woman. She thought it was hot."

"No?"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes, Rocky. She thought her boyfriend, jacking his roommate, was fucking
hot. That's why I love that sick, twisted, crazy, bighearted woman so
much."

"You're really, really lucky Neil."

Over the phone, I can hear kids' voices in the background. "Thanks Rocky. I
know. I gotta go, these kids want to wrestle with their Uncle." Neil makes
a roaring sound and I hear kids squealing. "Take care, Rocky."

"You too, Neil. Bye."

I end the call. I put on my hoody and make a dash for the cafeteria. I'm
mostly wet by the time I get there. The cafeteria is nearly empty. I fill a
tray with food and find a table.

I look around. I keep expecting to see the guy who was jacking-off in the
shower. He's not here.

After lunch, I go back to the dorm and watch TV in the common area. From
where I am sitting, I can see outside. In between downpours the sun peeks
out through the clouds.

On the TV, another one of my favorite Christmas movies is playing, "Polar
Express". Nobody comes or goes during the whole time I'm watching the
movie. When it's over, I go up to my room. I don't even bother to turn the
TV off.

Inside my room I smell my armpit. I stink. I strip down, grab my soap and
shampoo, wrap a towel around my waist and head for the men's room.

I go into the shower area and hang my towel on a hook then find a shower
and turn it on. I get the water as hot as I can take it. I stand in the
stream, close my eyes and just enjoy a nice long, hot, soak.

A few minutes later I hear another shower turn on. I open my eyes. Directly
across from me, with his hand in the stream of water, is the guy from the
other night.

He gets into the shower facing away from me and gets his hair wet. I
realize I have seen him before and not just from the other night. He plays
intramural rugby and I had actually seen him in the locker room showers
with his teammates a few weeks ago.

He was covered in mud, as was most of the team.

While he is getting his hair wet, I look at his butt. He is husky and
solidly built. His butt is big and round and looks incredibly soft. I fall
in love with it immediately. I know. I KNOW. It's not appropriate to fall
in love with a butt. He's a person, not a butt, but my cock is a cock. It's
not a person. And my cock wants a butt, especially a big, soft, beautiful,
round butt.

He turns around. He soaks in the hot water. He sees that my eyes are open
and he smiles and says, "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

Neither one of us says anything else, we just continue to soak. He closes
his eyes and I take the opportunity to really check out his body.

He has delicate looking pale white skin with lots of freckles on his face
and upper chest and arms. His skin is luminous and unbelievably gorges. It
almost seems supernatural. His cock is thick and stubby. His balls are a
nice size and hanging low. He has red pubic hair that matches the hair on
his head.

He opens his eyes. I think he caught me looking at his cock.

I immediately close my eyes. I spent too much time looking at him, because
my cock feels like it wants to get hard.

I continuing to soak. I visualize all of the Tectonic Plates and try to
name them. That seems to have done the trick. I believe I am safe from
getting hard, at least for the time being.

I open my eyes again. This time I think I caught him looking at my cock. I
look down at it, just to make sure I'm not hard. It's sticking out a little
bit more than usual, but I think it is within acceptable public guidelines.

He seems like he wants to say something. After a few minutes he says,
"Would it be weird if I jacked off right now? You could join in if you
wanted."

A few days ago I would have been utterly shocked, but the way things have
been going with me now, I'm not surprised. I act cool. I'm beginning to
think all guys enjoy their cocks as much as I enjoy mine. In answer, I
smile and start stroking my dick.

He smiles back. He squeezes bath soap onto his dick and lathers it up. He
gets hard quickly. His cock gets even thicker. It looks like it's maybe
just a little bit longer than mine. I look directly at it.

We are facing each other. He looks directly at my cock.

Then another guy walks into the shower area. He is fully clothed. "Hey
Conan, what's going on?"

I stop stroking my cock and turn away. I try to hide my boner from this new
guy.

"Hey Terry. We're just taking care of business, want to join?"

"Fuck yeah."

I turn around and watch Terry. He gets naked quickly. Conan turns on the
shower next to him.

Terry is really hot. He is very handsome and his body is tight and hard and
muscular, without any fat. He has hairy legs and a thick bushy patch of
pitch black pubic hair. His skin is shiny and dark brown, almost black. It
makes me think of polished granite.

Terry steps into the stream of water next to Conan. The contrast between
their skin tones strikes me as being very beautiful. His dick is already
hard. Conan hands Terry the container of bath soap. They face each other
and Terry squeezes a bunch of it onto his cock and starts stroking.

He turns and faces me. He nods. I nod back.

Terry's hard cock is slightly longer than Conan's, but it's not nearly as
thick. It has a pretty good bend in it that points to the right about two
thirds of the way up from the base.

I continue stroking my dick while watching these guys stroking theirs.

Conan says something to Terry, I can't hear what he says. Terry is looking
at me the whole time.

The three of us keep stroking our dicks. As you might expect, I'm really
enjoying it. I realize I'm in the middle of my very first circle jerk. Yes
me, an inhibited, closeted, nerdy, virgin gay boy.

I stroke faster. I watch these two guys stroking their cocks. I look at
their faces. They are both watching me.

It feels awesome to jack-off naked in the showers while being watched. A
minute later I say "Shit!" I start cumming.

Terry says, "Fuck yeah. Shoot that load." He strokes his cock faster.

Then Conan says, "I'm going to cum," and he starts shooting his load.

Terry says, "Shoot that fucking load, Conan. Shoot that hot fucking
load. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!"

I watch Conan spray his load onto the floor tiles. Terry watches him too.

Now that Conan and I have cum, we focus on Terry. He seems to be enjoying
the attention. It almost seems like he is putting on a show for us. He
keeps looking over at me and then back to Conan as he slides his fist up
and down his soaped up cock. His other hand is rubbing his chest and
squeezing his nipples.

He is very vocal. "Fuck yeah. Oh fuck. Shit. It feels so fucking good."

Terry stops rubbing his chest and brings that hand down in front of him and
holds it under his balls. His hand starts pushing up against his taint. It
appears Terry is fingering himself.

I have been casually fondling my cock the whole time I've been watching
Terry. Now, seeing this hot man with his finger in his ass has made me
fully hard again. I start stroking.

Terry sees me stroking my hard cock and smiles. "Fuck yeah. Shoot another
load dude."

I find my bath soap and squeeze a large amount onto my dick.

Terry says, "Yeah, soap up that cock."

I notice Conan is hard again and stroking his dick. Terry notices
too. "Yeah Conan, stroke that fat fucking cock of yours."

Conan soaps up his middle finger, bends forward slightly and sticks his
butt out. He reaches behind himself and obviously puts his finger in his
ass.

Terry says, "Fuck yeah Conan, finger your hole." Then Terry looks over at
me. He continues to stroke his soaped up shaft while fingering
himself. "Come on dude, you too. Put your finger in your hole."

Shit. What have I gotten myself into? I'm not sure I want to put my finger
in my ass in front of these guys. I like to think of myself as a top. Tops
don't put anything into their asses, right?

Conan says, "Come on man. It's okay. We don't judge anybody here."

Terry says, "Yeah dude. It's college. You got to let go and expand your
horizons." Then Terry takes his finger out of his ass, turns around and
bends over.

I look at his beautiful butt as he puts his finger into his asshole once
again. He makes a show of sliding his finger in and out of his hole, just
for my benefit. He continues to stroke his cock. I can see his balls
hanging between his muscular thighs.

Terry is looking back at me. He watches me watching him fingering himself.

It is fucking hot.

Conan says, "Fuck yeah, Terry." Conan seems to like it too.

I'm really excited now and I'm getting close. I want to show Terry and
Conan my appreciation for their candor and trust in me. Fuck it. I squeeze
a large amount of soap on my hand and rub it between my ass cheeks. My butt
crack gets lathered up with lots of slippery suds.

Terry stands and faces me. He goes back to fingering himself from the front
and sliding his fist over his cock. He is smiling and watching me
closely. So is Conan, who is still fingering himself from behind.

I turn around. I bend over. I look back at Terry. I use both hands and pull
apart my butt cheeks. I show Terry and Conan my soaped up asshole. Then I
let go with one hand and slide my middle finger into my hole. I push it all
the way up to my second knuckle.

Terry says, "Fuck yeah, dude,"

I let go with the other hand and start stroking my cock. I slowly pull my
finger out of my ass then slowly ease it back in, this time going beyond
the second knuckle. It feels amazing, maybe I'm part "bottom" too?

Then Terry says, "Fuck, I'm going to cum."

I stay in that position, with my head turned, watching Terry shoot his
load. It shoots across the shower room towards my ass.

Then Conan says, "Fuck!"

I turn my ass to Conan.

Terry says, "Fuck yeah Conan, shoot your fucking load."

Then Conan shoots his second load of cum.

I stand up and turn around facing Conan and Terry. I start stroking my cock
faster. I have stopped fingering myself.

Terry is saying something to Conan. They look at me.

Terry says, "Thanks, dude for doing that for us. It was awesome. Let us
help you now. Okay?"

Before I can answer, they walk over. Terry gets on one side of me. I let go
of my cock and he grabs it and starts stroking. He puts his other arm
around my waist. Conan stands in front of me and turns around. He bends
over. He spreads apart his cheeks. I look at his sweet little puckered hole
nestled between his big soft butt checks.

Terry continues to stroke me. He puts his lips against my ear. I feel his
hot breath on the side of my face. He whispers, "Put your finger inside my
friend's hole."

Conan is looking back at me. He nods his head.

Terry keeps stroking my hard cock. Conan's hole is aimed right at me and is
still soaped up. I take my index finger and slowly push it inside Conan.

Oh my fucking god! This is so fucking hot and nasty. I take my other hand
and start squeezing one of Conan's beautiful butt cheeks. I might be
crossing a line by doing this, but I can't help myself. His butt is even
softer than I had imagined. I'm getting close.

Terry strokes me faster and has tightened his grip. I start sliding my
finger in and out of Conan's hole.

Terry says, "Fuck that tight hole, dude. Fuck that tight little asshole
with your fucking finger." Then he moves his other hand from off my waist
and slides his fingers across my soaped up hole while continuing to squeeze
my cock with his other hand.

I am surprised and shocked, but his fingers sliding over my hole feel so
fucking good, that I say "Fuck!" Then I start cumming.

Terry squeezes my cock and aims it at Conan's ass. I take my finger out of
Conan's hole and my hand off of his cheek. Terry makes me shoot my load all
over Conan's beautiful, soft, round, creamy white, butt cheeks.

Conan stands up and faces me. Terry keeps squeezing my cock. Now that I
have cum twice in a short period of time, my cock does not want to be
bothered with for a while. I try to move out of Terry's grasp. He holds
onto my cock a little longer then what I'd prefer and I convulse twice
before he finally lets go.

Conan says, "How'd you like that, man?"

I smile. I am unable to talk right now.

Terry says, "Dude, you really expanded your horizons."

I look at Terry. We make eye contact. His eyes are the same beautiful dark
brown color as Neil's. He smiles. He turns to Conan, "Let me get you
cleaned up, bro."

Conan turns around and Terry takes my bath soap and lathers it up on
Conan's butt. Then he carefully washes my cum off of Conan. I watch. This
act is casual but seems very personal and familiar. I get the sense that
Terry and Conan have been friends for a long time.

We turn off the showers and I start drying myself. Terry shares Conan's
towel. They get dressed and we go out into the hall. I just have my towel
wrapped around me.

Conan opens the door to their room. Before they go inside, Terry says,
"Dude, meet us in the cafeteria in fifteen minutes."

"Okay." I hold out my hand. "My name's Guy."

Terry shakes my hand, "I'm Terry and this is Conan." I shake Conan's
hand. "See you in fifteen."

They go inside their room and I go back to my room. I take off the towel
and lie face up and naked on Neil's bed. I feel drained and tired and
completely relaxed. I consider taking a nap and not meeting my new friends,
but I'm hungry and I'm really curious about who they are and what their
story is.

I get up. I can't find any clean clothes. I'm going to have to do laundry
soon. Then I get an idea. I go through Neil's closet and find a clean pair
of his plaid boxers and put them on. I also put on one of his vee-neck
tees. They're both too big for me, but at least I don't smell like armpit
or ass. Then I put on a pair of his socks.

My jeans are somewhat clean, so I put them on over Neil's boxers. I have
never worn boxers before. I'm not used to having my cock loose and
unsupported in my jeans. It's a little distracting. If I hadn't just cum
twice, I'd probably be getting hard right now. I put on my sneakers, then
my hoody.

I head for the cafeteria. The temperature has dropped and the rain has
increased.  By the time I get there, I'm freezing my balls off. Terry and
Conan are already there. I grab some food and sit across from them at their
table. They both have carry-on suitcases resting on wheels next to them.

I say, "Hey guys, what's with the suitcases?"

Terry says "We're on a red-eye to Cleveland tonight."

Conan says, "We have to head for the airport right after we eat."

"Did you guys know each other before college?"

Conan says, "Yeah, we've been neighbors and best friends since we were
like, ten."

Terry puts his arm around Conan. "Yeah, we've been jacking together and
fucking each others' girlfriends for years."

Conan shrugs Terry's arm off of him, "We've even had a few three-ways."

Conan and Terry talk in succession, with barely a pause between them. Their
narrative flows seamlessly. I keep looking from one to the other, like I
was at an intense tennis match.

"More than a few three-ways."

"Remember what's here name?"

"Denise. No Louise."

"Yeah, Louise." They're both looking at each other with big smiles on their
faces, then turn to me.

"She had tits out to here."

"They were fucking incredible."

I say, "Sounds hot." But I'm not talking about Louise's tits.

Conan says, "You don't know the first of it, Guy."

Terry says, "Yeah, Louise was a freak."

"I think she liked cock even more than you, Terry."

"Anything's possible, Conan." Then they high five.

Now I'm confused. Did Terry just admit he likes cock? I can't tell if their
joking or serious.

Terry says, "Louise insisted we D.P. her."

I have no idea what D.P. means, but I don't want to seem like I'm naive and
unsophisticated, so I say, "Yeah, that's really freaky."

Conan says, "Look at him, Terry. He doesn't even know what D.P. means."

"He's so cute and innocent."

"An innocent freak."

"That's my favorite kind. Show him the video, Conan."

"I've already got it out."

Conan sets his phone down in front of me. There is a video playing. At
first, I can't figure out what I'm looking at. Then Terry turns the volume
all the way up and I hear a woman's voice making high pitched moaning
sounds. A few tables over, a small group of people look our way.

I suddenly realize what I'm seeing. It is a close up of two cocks fucking
one vagina.

Conan says, "D.P. Double penetration."

The cocks are face to face, both moving in and out of the vagina at the
same time, but at different speeds. The cock on the top is fat and white
with red pubic hair and is moving in and out at a relatively fast pace. The
cock on the bottom is black and has a crook in it and is just barely
moving.

As it is dawning on me that this is Conan and Terry fucking this vagina,
the camera pans around. Conan is holding the camera. He aims it at his face
and gives a big smile. He moves the camera to show himself standing at the
edge of a bed and fucking Louise. The camera keeps panning around. Louise
is on top of Terry, her knees are on the mattress and her ass is sticking
out. She smiles and waves back at the camera. Terry is lying on his back
underneath Louise on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor and his
hard dick moving slowly in and out of Louise's vagina. He gives a thumbs
up.

Their dicks are rubbing against each other as they are sliding in and out
of the vagina and their balls keep knocking together.

Then without warning, Conan takes back the phone and turns off the video. I
was hoping to see more. I'd really like to see these boys finish at the
same time.

Conan says, "See what we mean, Guy? Louise was a fucking freak."

Terry says, "Just like you, Guy."

After what I just saw, I find it difficult to accept Conan and Terry's
assessment of what I am. I say, "You guys, I'm really not a freak."

"Face it Guy, what you did in the shower and what you let us do to you,
you're definitely a fucking freak."

I say, "I'm not really a freak. I'm just gay."

Shit. I said it. I wasn't planning on coming out to these guys, but I
didn't feel like misleading them. Conan and Terry are the second people I
have told I'm gay, the first person being my best friend Jennifer and even
though I didn't come out to them on purpose, I'm glad they now know.

Conan says, "No shit, Cumberbatch."

Terry says, "Breaking News everybody. Guy is gay."

The people at the other table get up and leave.

I say, "You guys knew?"

"Sure."

"Of course."

Terry looks at Conan, "We better get going."

"Can't miss this flight."

Terry looks at me, "Let's make sure we get together again when we get
back."

I say, "Okay."

I watch as they walk out of the cafeteria with their suitcases rolling
behind them. I sit at the table for a moment, picking at my food. I am
trying to process what just happened.

I finally go back to the dorm. The rain has stopped. The clouds have moved
on. The sky is clear. I can see a million stars overhead. Ice is just
starting to form on the sidewalk.

At the dorm, nobody is around. I'm convinced I'm the only one in the
building. I go up and down the halls on each floor. I don't hear anything
and I don't see anyone.

I go to my room. I put my ear buds on and listen to music. I notice the
bottle of Jack Daniels. I sit on Neil's bed and start drinking.

The next morning I wake up in Neil's bed. I have a hangover and I'm in no
mood to jack-off. I put on the same clothes from last night and head for
the cafeteria. It is cold and windy, but there is not a cloud in the
sky. The sun is out and I have to squint. Someone has de-iced the sidewalk,
but there are still patches of it and I have to be careful where I step.

When I get to the cafeteria, I can smell fresh coffee. Except for two food
workers, I'm the only one here. I pour myself a large cup of coffee and
grab a bowl of hot oatmeal.

After I eat the oatmeal and get some caffeine inside me, I feel much
better.

I leave the cafeteria and go outside. The wind has picked up and it is
extremely cold. I find a sunny spot on the south side of a building out of
the wind. The sun feels really nice here. I hang out for a while before
heading to the dorm.

Back in my room, I open the blinds. The sun pours in. It is awesome. I'm in
a great mood and figure this would be a good time to do the laundry. I
strip the sheets off of both mine and Neil's beds. I go into Neil's closet
and locate all of his dirty clothes and gather up my own dirty clothes,
which ends up being every piece of clothing I own, except for my robe,
which I may have worn maybe once or twice since I've been here.

I tie everything in a bundle with a sheet and head down to the laundry room
in the basement. I manage to get it all into just four washing machines. I
strip off my clothes and add them to one of the loads. I'm totally naked. I
put on the robe, but I don't bother to tie it up. The laundry room is hot
and nobody is here anyway.

I sit down on an old couch and play Fruit Ninja on my phone.

Time seems to pass quickly. The washers are on their final spin cycle. One
washer is off balance and I have to readjust the load inside the tub. I
close the lid and it starts spinning again. I wait a moment to make sure
it's going to work.

As the washer starts spinning faster, I experimentally push my dick against
it. The vibration feels good and I start to get hard. I shrug off the robe,
then pull my dick back and lift it up and push the underside of my cock
onto the washer again.

The washer is spinning at full speed now and the vibration has
increased. It feels amazing and I get completely hard.

I pull up the photos of Neil on my phone. I look at Neil's hot fucking body
and beautiful face as the washing machine vibrates my cock. I haven't shot
a load since yesterday afternoon, when I was with Conan and Terry, and I'm
already close to cumming.

I find a photo of Neil with his butt to the camera and his torso turned
sideways. I can see both Neil's cock and ass in this photo. I concentrate
on it.

My cock is vibrating against the machine and I am looking at Neil's sublime
ass. The washing machine feels incredible against my cock.

If someone were to walk in on me now, they would see my bare butt and naked
body humped up against the washer, but at this point I don't care. I have
to cum, no mater the consequences.

Then I start shooting my load against the side of the washer, spurt after
hot spurt. By the time I am done shooting, the washer has stopped
spinning. Then one by one, the other three washers stop.

I watch my cum dribble down the side. I don't have anything to clean it up
with. I just leave it there and then transfer the wet clothes to the
dryers.

When the clothes are dry. I get dressed and take it all up to my room. I
put the clothes away and make the beds. While I'm making Neil's bed, I
realize I have washed his funk off of his sheets. I can be such an idiot
sometimes. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now.

The rest of the week is uneventful. It feels like I'm the last person on
the planet. It rains off and on the entire week. One morning I wake up to a
thin layer of snow on the grass. Unfortunately, the rain dissolves it by
10:00 am.

I am super bored. There is nothing to do except eat and jack-off, which I
do three times a day in both cases.

I carry Neil's K-Y Jelly around with me wherever I go. I really like the
way it feels on my cock and I never know when I might need it, because I
have taken to jacking-off in public spaces, like a pervert or a freak.

I jacked-off in the library. I jacked-off in the hallway on my floor. I
jacked-off into a sink in front of the mirror in the mens' room in the
science building. I jacked-off in one of my old lecture halls from last
term, completely naked, sitting in the front row and trying to hit the
podium with my cum shot.

One time I got naked and jacked-off high up in the bleachers at the
stadium, under the roof while a rainstorm was happening. The sound of the
rain striking the roof was so loud, I could barely hear myself moaning as I
shot my load onto the "cheap seats".

I have even shot a load on the couch in my dorm's common area while
watching "Miracle On 34th Street". It's a little risky, but I don't care. I
am lonely and bored and horny and also a fucking freak, at least according
to Conan and Terry.

I still usually fuck Neil's pillow in the morning when I wake up, but for
the rest of the day it's "dealer's choice".

I actually do other things too. I workout every other day and I go for jogs
a couple times a week.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, I get up early and head for the gym to
workout. I purposely don't jack-off when I wake up, I have a vague plan to
do it in the locker room. It is super fucking cold outside and there is a
steady drizzle. I suspect if it were just one or two degrees colder, it
would be snowing.

I have packed my workout clothes into a duffel bag and go to the locker
room to change. I know it's an extra step, I could just wear my workout
clothes directly to the weight room, but I have nothing but time to burn
and maybe I'll get to see some naked guys if I'm lucky.

I change in the locker room and walk over to the weight room. Even though I
didn't expect to see anybody, I'm still disappointed when it turns out I'm
the only one around.

I start my routine and train hard. Soon I'm sweating pretty good. After
about an hour I'm almost done. I just need to do some leg curls. I lie face
down on the machine and start curling my legs using a good amount of
weight.

The action forces me to push my cock against the black vinyl bench
cover. It feels good and I start to get hard. By the time I finish the set,
my cock is completely hard.

I sit up and turn around, straddling the bench. I pull my cock through the
leg of my shorts. I start stroking it. Anybody could walk in right now and
catch me.

I extend one arm out behind me and lean back, bracing myself against the
bench. I raise my hips and start fucking my fist. I pretend Neil is in
front of me bent over and also straddling the bench. He has pulled the leg
of his shorts over exposing his hole.

I imagine I am fucking Neil through the leg of my shorts and the leg of his
shorts.

I start cumming. I point my cock down and shoot a nice load onto the bench.

My white load of cum really stands out on the black bench cover. It looks
so nice, that I am tempted to leave it there, but it's Christmas Eve
morning and really, no one wants to unexpectedly see someone else's cum
load today. Except maybe for me.

So I clean it up and head back to the locker room for a shower.

On the way back I look into the windows that look onto the pool one floor
down. There is a man wearing red speedos and a swim cap doing laps. He
swims expertly. He gets to the end nearest me and stops. He pulls himself
out of the pool. He shakes off some excess water and puts his hand down the
front of his speedos. He adjusts his cock. I swear I could see his
cock-head momentarily poke out of the top of his speedos. Then he takes off
his goggles and swim cap.

I recognize him. He is a senior and co-captain of the water polo team. His
arms are big, his shoulders are broad, his chest is very well developed. He
has a narrow waist and an amazing ass with powerful looking thighs. He has
big feet that remind me of flippers. And even from one floor up, I can tell
by the bulge in his speedos that he also has a huge fucking cock.

He heads towards the locker room. I head towards it too.

I strip down at my locker. I look around. I don't see anybody. I go to the
showers. Nobody is here. I get into the water stream and just soak. A few
minutes later he comes in. He is still wearing his red speedos. He walks
past me and turns on a shower across from me and two spots over. He gets
into the shower and after a little bit, I watch him pull his speedos off of
his cock. He lets them fall down to his ankles, then he uses his big
fucking feet to strip them all the way off.

He picks them up from the floor with his toes and puts them into his
hand. I stare at his incredible ass as he rinses the speedos out and wrings
them, then hangs them on the faucet handle.

I had just shot a load a few minutes ago, otherwise I would be having an
extremely difficult time right now trying to keep from getting a
boner. Even so, I still have to concentrate very hard in order to not get
hard.

He is built like a goddamn god. His cock is a bit mashed up from being
compressed inside his speedos. I discretely watch as he takes one hand and
flops it up and down over his cock, which then loosens up and expands.

I wouldn't call myself a size queen, but I am really impressed by his great
big cock. It is thick and long and unbelievably fucking beautiful. He is
completely hairless including pubes. I tend to really like pubic hair, but
for some reason his hairless cock turns me on. I expect with this guy, if
he had hair on his chest in the shape of a wide open vagina, I would still
think he was hot. Okay, maybe not a vagina, but you know what I
mean. Right?

Anyway, he is deeply tanned except for a patch of pure white skin where his
speedos were just moments ago. It really makes his butt stand out. I would
sell my soul to the devil right here, right now, right on Christmas Eve
morn, just to fuck that ass.

He looks up and sees me looking at him and gives me a nod. I nod back. I
look away, but my eyes keep getting drawn to him.

He keeps catching me looking. I suspect he is used to guys checking him
out. I get the feeling that he likes to be looked at.

So I just openly stare.

I watch as he washes himself. He takes his time lathering up all over his
body. He seems to be extra meticulous about getting his cock, balls and ass
clean. Good for him. He's hygienic.

When he is done, he turns off the shower, grabs his speedos and walks past
me. I give him a few minutes before I follow him into the locker room.

I go to my locker and start drying off. At first I don't see him anywhere,
then I look down my aisle. He is at the far end, about 60 feet away. I
didn't see him at first, because the locker room is dimly lit and he was
partially hidden behind an open locker door.

He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get dressed. Every once in a while I'll
catch a glimpse of skin as he steps out from behind the locker door, but he
stays mostly hidden. It's hard to say what he is doing. In any case, I'm in
no hurry to get dressed either. I goof around at my locker, pretending I'm
looking for something. Eventually I sit down naked on the bench and look at
my phone.

Finally, he starts getting dressed. He puts on a pair of light gray
sweatpants without any underwear. Then he puts on a faded blue sweatshirt
with our school's name printed on the front. And despite it being cold and
wet outside, he puts on a pair of sandals over his big bare feet.

I stay seated. A few minutes later he slings a bag onto his shoulder and
walks down the aisle towards me.

I am on the bench with my head down pretending to look at my phone. As he
walks by, I get a glimpse of his crotch. There is a dark wet spot on his
sweats right where the tip of his cock should be. I'm thinking that's a bit
odd.

As he passes, he says in a deep voice, "Merry Christmas."

I look up and say, "Merry Christmas."

I get dressed quickly. I'm about to leave when I see something red hanging
over the locker door where he was standing. As I approach it, I realize he
left his speedos behind. I go around to the other side of the door to
retrieve the speedos. When I get to the other side I gasp.

Oh my fucking god. There is a huge load of cum on the inside of the locker
door, slowly dribbling down the side.

He was jacking-off right in front of me the whole time. I wished I would
have paid more attention to what he was doing.

I am thinking, what is it with this college and perverts? It's like they
give extra weight to freaks in the admitting process. If I had known this
before hand, maybe I could have gotten myself a second scholarship.

Now, seeing this guy's cum on the locker door has gotten me rock fucking
hard and even though I just came twenty minutes ago, I can't help myself. I
quickly get undressed again. My shoes and clothes are in a pile on the
floor and I am completely naked. I gather up as much of his cum as I can
and start spreading it onto my cock. It is sticky. I spit into my palm.

I spread the spit over my cock, mixing it with his cum. My cock gets really
slippery. I start slowly squeezing my fist up and down my shaft. I think
about his beautiful body and the fact that just moments ago he was
completely naked and jacking-off right here and his load is right there in
front of me and also on my cock.

I grab his speedos off of the locker door and put them to my nose. I'm a
little disappointed. They smell like chlorine and not cock. I turn them
inside out and smell the spot where his asshole would be. I momentarily
think about Conan and Terry calling me a freak. His speedos still smell
like chlorine in this spot too.

Then I put them in my mouth.

I am sliding my fist over my slippery cock and I have my tongue pressed
against the inside of his speedos trying to taste his ass, but all I can
taste is pool water.

I am getting close.

Then the locker door with his cum on it opens all the way up and I hear a
deep voice. "What do we have here?"

I look up. It's him. Shit.

I let go of my cock.

He looks me in the eyes. He looks mad.

I look away. Then I focus back on his eyes again. They are a beautiful ice
blue.

He looks down at my hard cock, which is pointing up at him and covered in a
frothy foam of my spit and his cum. Then he pulls the front of his sweats
out and down, exposing his soft, but huge dick. He hooks the waistband
under his giant hairless balls.

"Do you like my huge cock?" When I don't answer, he asks it again, this
time nodding his head up and down. "Do you like my huge cock?"

I realize it was not a rhetorical question. Since his speedos are still in
my mouth, I just nod my head up and down along with him.

He takes his speedos out of my mouth. I watch as he rubs them all over his
cock and balls. Then with his free hand, he pulls the waistband of his
sweats out, he spreads his legs apart, puts the speedos behind his balls
and rubs them across his asshole.

A moment later, he puts them back in my mouth.

I'm disappointed they still taste like chlorine, but after I think about
what he just did with them, I'm actually a bit relieved.

He drops his sweats down to his ankles and steps out of them, kicking them
out of his way. Now his naked hairless cock is semi-erect. He says, in his
deep sexy voice, "Finish, but don't get any cum on me."

I'm a little afraid of him and also turned on by him. It's a weird
feeling. I start sliding my fist over my slippery cock.

He looks at my face while I'm looking at his cock and jacking myself. "Do
you like my big fucking cock?"

Through his speedos, I say "Yes."

"You like my big fucking cock?"

"Yes." I suddenly understand that what turns him on is being a sex
object. It doesn't matter by who. Man or woman. Young or old. Sexy or
plain. What he desires is to be desired. I start to feed that need. "You
are so fucking hot."

His speedos fall out of my mouth as I say this. He easily catches them with
one hand.

I continue. "I love your hot body."

He answers, "That's right." He takes off his sweatshirt and drops it on the
floor.

I look at his beautiful, hairless chest. I want to rub my hand over it, but
I don't dare. I say, "You are a fucking god."

He grabs my free hand by the wrist and puts it on his chest. "You like
that, don't you?"

His chest is awesome and super smooth. "Fuck yeah!"

"You like my big fucking cock, don't you?"

"I love your big fucking cock and balls."

"Yes you do." Now his cock is rock hard and he wraps his speedos around it
and starts stroking. He still keeps looking at my face and I keep looking
back and forth between his chest and his cock.

I say "You are so fucking hot. I want you so bad."

He keeps stroking his cock with his speedos. "Yes you do, but you will
never have me."

"I want your hot fucking beautiful body so bad." I stroke my cock faster,
then I bend my knees. "Shit. I'm going to cum!"

He takes his free hand and pinches my nipple. The pain is intense and
incredible. I start shooting my load and even though I was instructed not
to get any cum on him, I somehow know that shooting my cum on him is
exactly what he wants me to do.

Then he says, "Fuck" and he starts cumming.

I milk the last drops of my cum as I watch him buck his hips and jizz into
his speedos.

When he is done, he puts his sweatpants and sweatshirt on over my cum stuck
to his abs and legs, slings his bag over his shoulder and puts his cum
soaked speedos back into my mouth. "Here, you need these more than I do."
He smiles at me for the very first time. Then he turns around and I watch
as he walks out of the locker room. The taste of chlorine and his cum in my
mouth.

I take his speedos out of my mouth and carefully put them into my bag. I
get dressed and leave the locker room.

Outside it looks like there is some snow mixed in with the rain. I start
running. I run fast and hard. When I get to my dorm, I bypass it and run
all the way to the library. It's super cold outside and I can see my breath
pouring out of my mouth and nose.

At the library I turn around and run directly back to the dorm. By the time
I get there, I am soaking wet and vapor is rising up from my clothes.

Back at the dorm, I check my mail before I go up to my room. There is a
small package from my parents waiting for me. In my room, I strip off my
clothes, dry myself and put on my robe. Then I give my parents a call. They
make me promise not to open the package until tomorrow morning. They also
make me promise I will Skype them as soon as I wake up.

I think my being away from home for Christmas for the first time is also
really hard on my parents.

I put on some dry clothes and go to the cafeteria for lunch. Then I go back
to the dorm and watch TV until it's time for dinner.

After dinner I go up to my room and get naked. I listen to music and drink
some Jack Daniels. Before I go to bed, I set my alarm for 5:30am. I have a
feeling my parents would be disappointed if I didn't wake them up at the
crack of dawn on Christmas morning.

I wake up to my alarm. I get out of bed and put on my robe. I sit on top of
my covers with my laptop and my parents package. It takes a moment before
their faces appear on the screen. They look sleepy but are obviously happy
to see me.

We chat for a short time, then I make a big show of opening their
present. It is a beautiful scarf my mom has knitted herself. I wrap it
around my neck and my parents smile and applaud for me.

My dad says there should be an envelope in there too. I look inside the
package and pull it out. I open the envelope and find a crisp brand new
fifty dollar bill. I start crying, my parents can't really afford this.

We stay on Skype for another hour. Then say good-bye.

I get dressed and go to the cafeteria. It is raining really hard now and it
is super fucking cold. There is clearly some snow mixed in with the rain.

I don't feel like eating but I need some coffee. I take the coffee back to
the dorm and watch TV. I'm depressed. I'm lonely. I'm homesick.

A couple of hours later my phone buzzes. I look at the screen, it's a text
from Neil, "Rocky, everyone here is sick. We're driving back early. I
should be there late tomorrow night. Merry Christmas."

I text him, "Okay Neil. I hope you're alright."

He sends me a smile emoji.

I am beginning to think that kid Oscar, from the pizza parlor was right. I
am in love with Neil, because I suddenly get super happy and super excited
Neil is coming home.


by H.T. Bruhaus email: ht.bruhaus@yahoo.com April 2nd, 2019

It took me five weeks of just writing on weekends to write this story. I
enjoy the work, but I tend to neglect everything else. I really need to do
chores around the house. Please don't judge me, but my aluminum Christmas
tree is still up. Maybe that's why this story takes place during Christmas
time.

I have lots of other story ideas I need to write, but I have a real job and
so it may be a while before my next story gets uploaded.

Anyway, if you liked Neil and Rocky Chapter 2, be sure to check out my
other stories on Nifty and email me with your praises. Just kidding, email
me with your civil remarks. I thrive on encouragement.

Also, don't forget to support Nifty with a donation if you can swing it.

Thanks Dudes, (Are there any women reading this?)

H.T. Bruhaus