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It was a hot afternoon in June, and I was staying with several of my high school classmates in a medium-priced hotel on New York Avenue in downtown Washington, D.C.  We had spent thirteen hours on a Greyhound bus and didn't get in until early in the morning.  I wasn't anxious to be getting up early after a long boring ride; and I didn't think my roommate, David, would want to either; but he hopped out of bed when one of our chaperones knocked on the door, calling out, "come on, boys, ten minutes to breakfast."

Out of one half-opened eye, I watched as David stretched his long lanky muscular body before removing his briefs.  Dave was the same age as me, eighteen, and he had a cock that would make a horse blush.  As for me, I get horny every time I saw it swinging like a thick snake hanging down over balls as big as crab apples.  His hair was dark brown, and the thick bush surrounding the thick base of his cock was luxuriantly full and silky. My cock was half hard from needing to take a piss, but it grew harder as I watched Dave take his briefs off. He stood only a few feet away, moving his hands over his body and down under his balls lifting them and his half hard cock up against this flat hard stomach. My heart was beating faster as I watched, and my breathing was becoming more ragged.   I closed my eye pretending to be asleep, wishing it were I touching his gorgeously lean, smooth, muscled body.

"Come on, Brett," Dave, said as he shook my shoulder. "We've only got ten minutes if we want to shower and get dressed for breakfast before the others leave."

"Oh shit, Dave, I'm gonna sack in. You go ahead and tell old man Shell I'm not feeling too well after that long ride, will you?"  I said, opening my eyes, seeing his half hard snake waving from side to side.

"Well, okay. You know Shell though, he'll be up here checking on you as soon as I tell him."

"Don't worry about it, Dave, he can't make me go." I groaned, feigning not feeling well while my eyes drank in the sight of his huge cock. I could feel the juice oozing out of the slit in the head of my cock and I squeezed it tight wishing he would leave so I could jerk off.

Dave was right about Shell.  I was slowly stroking my cock under the sheet when he knocked on the door and came into the room. 

"What's this, Brickman? David tells me you aren't feeling well. Do you need a doctor?"  

Shell was a balding, rotund man in his late forties but he had always shown concern for his students.  I liked him, but he could be a pain in the ass when he wanted to be, and if he knew I was holding my hard slick cock in my hand under the sheet, he probably would have had a major heart attack.

"I don't think I need a doctor, Mr. Shell.  I'm just feeling a little queasy after that long ride. I probably shouldn't have eaten so much the last time we stopped.  I'll be all right by the time you guys get back this afternoon."

He leaned down and put the back of his hand on my forehead in the time-honored fashion of his generation attempting to see whether I was running a fever.  "You do feel a little feverish," he said eyeing me closely.  "Perhaps it would be better if you stayed in today, and I'll check on you when we get back around six o'clock or so. Do you want me to send something up, orange juice, toast or something light?"

"Maybe a glass of milk and some toast, Mr. Shell. Orange juice might be too much acid on my stomach." I said quietly, still feigning at not feeling well.

"I'll have it sent right up. Lets hope you feel better by tomorrow. You don't want to miss the Arlington National Cemetery and the Lee Mansion."  He said as he left.

As soon as I was alone, I threw the sheet off of me. Arching my back, I pushed my briefs down over my hips and legs, dropping them on the floor.  With visions of Dave in my head, I ran my hands over the hard tense muscles of my chest and stomach. My hard seven inch uncut cock was lying flat on my stomach, drooling pre-cum; and I had only stroked it a few times when I felt my nuts tightening; the intensity increasing as cum started to rise through its throbbing length.

I was about to blow my load when I heard the room door being unlocked. "Oh shit," I thought, "it's Shell again."

Scrambling for the sheet, I barely got it over me when David walked into the room, carrying a tray of milk and toast.

"Wha....what are you doing here?" I croaked, nervously.

"I told Shell if might be a good idea if I stayed with you just in case you needed someone."  He said grinning as he set the tray on the small desk. "He agreed."

"Bu..but you're gonna miss out on the Holocaust Museum and the other stuff we were gonna see today." 

"We both will miss out, I'd rather be here in case you need me," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You would rather be here with me? Gee, Dave, you don't have to do that," I said, as I struggled to sit upright, pleased that he felt that way.

"I want to," he said, bending over and picking up my discarded briefs.

"I was getting ready to take a shower and dropped them on the floor when I heard you unlocking the door.  I thought it was the bellboy, " I said lamely.

"Bellboys knock Brett, they don't unlock the door and come in," he said turning to look at me, with a grin on his face, his eyes sparkling. "Maybe you were doing something else before you showered?"

"Oh shit, Dave!!" I exclaimed, defiantly.  "Okay, so I was jerking off. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing," he said, standing, and pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his smooth lean muscled chest and flat stomach.

"Dave......." I moaned, hypnotized, as he unsnapped his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down.

 "It's a lot more fun when you do it with someone, Brett," he said as he pushed his jeans and briefs down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor.

I could feel my eyes widen as he squeezed his balls with one hand and brought his shaft to full stature with the other in long slow teasing strokes. Its blood-engorged head slid in and out of the soft sheath covering it as Dave lubricated it with the pre-cum oozing from the slit in its head.

I had wanted his cock for months; but at this moment when he was offering it, I was helpless to move. It was fascinating watching his hand moving back and forth stroking the biggest cock I had ever seen. It had to be at least nine-inches and as thick as my wrist.

"Jesus, Dave," I said, gasping, as he reached down and threw the sheet back, exposing my raging hardon. "You make me feel like a fucking midget."

His eyes were roaming over me, as he slowly stroked his cock, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. "Lots of guys feel that way, Brett, but that ain't no toothpick between your legs," he said as he removed his shoes and socks before pulling his jeans and briefs off.