Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2017 17:12:10 +0000 (UTC) From: J. Brahms Subject: Rob's Senior Year, Part 12 Rob's Senior Year - Fun with Sam and Hank Sam and Hank didn't spend all their naked or play time with Rob and Billy. Roommates starting with their freshman year, they enjoyed doing things with just each other and experimenting with new things, not all of which they told Bill and Rob. No need to. They quickly became fond of the various stroking techniques they'd learned from others, such as Fred and Ted, and also some they developed themselves. On nights when they weren't playing with others, bedtime always featured one boy getting stroked, then bed, with the other getting his stroking in the morning. In some ways the morning routine was the hardest for the boy who was stroked the night before - teens always want to take care of their morning wood. However, they had agreed to certain routine and enjoyed keeping it. They happily held to it over four years. Whoever did the morning stroking would get off later, anyhow. Other things, like sucking, were indulged in, of course, but stroking was their favorite. They weren't as enthusiastic about anal play as their buddies, though two or three times a semester one would "top" the other, both getting pleasure from it. After the first spankings from Fred, they played with spanking a bit, sometimes as "discipline" (it really wasn't, but they enjoyed the role play), but more usually just as a kind of foreplay, usually accompanied by fingering. The six guys were not in the same classes all the time, so a wider ring of friendships had been made all around. Sam was in a couple of classes with Grant, which led to him meeting Grant's roommate Ed, and in turn, Hank meeting them, too. Grant and Ed had their own circle of friends, but the four sometimes had a meal together when not with their usual groups. It turned out that Ed had a new TV with DVD player and all the rest, along with an IPod, all of which were proving a challenge to set up. When Sam heard about it he offered to help - he was a natural with such things. So, that is why, on the fateful night for Adam and Ernie, Sam and Hank were off to another dorm to see Ed and Grant. Hank meant it when they said that nothing was likely with these two guys. Sam, knowing Grant the best, had subtly tried to get information, but none of his clues were noticed, so he figured these two were straight, which didn't matter to him. He had, in fact, seen both in the showers at the gym, so knew what was "in their pants," and he let the others know that they had "nice junk." As he got to know Alex and Phil, he sensed that Alex definitely had the biggest endowment of his circle of friends and acquaintances (even as a freshman), and felt certain, as did the others, that Phil would catch up. This was Sam and Hank's first visit to Ed and Grant's room, so they checked it out thoroughly. These boys seemed quite neat in their housekeeping. After some chatter, Sam asked Ed to show him what the problem was and they set to it. Hank and Grant spent the time getting to know each other a bit better. Hank was attuned to any likely clues, even though he didn't expect any. The talk was school and the like, with some sharing of backgrounds. Hank had been to the town Grant was from, so they had that topic, too. Grant was sitting on his bed, with Hank in a chair. At one point Grant grabbed his pillow to put behind his back and a set of pajamas were revealed under it. Hank said nothing, but took note, now wondering if Ed wore pajamas, too. This was a lot of information in and of itself. Hank concluded that nudism wasn't part of the routine in this room. He never thought these two were shy, but apparently naked time wasn't part of their life. At least, sleeping naked wasn't. During this chat Hank was keeping an eye on the other two as they worked. Nothing happened between them, even the couple of times they inevitably brushed against each other. It was all as he expected. He did try one more trick, though. Turning the talk to what they did in the gym he thought perhaps some comments would come out about other guys at school. Other than comments about some of their friends who liked the gym, too, nothing was said that interested Hank. The job didn't take long. Sam found it all very easy. Ed was quite grateful, as was Grant, as now they could enjoy some DVDs. Hank and Sam knew that they weren't going to butt in on Rob and Billy, so had the evening free. The four sat around talking some more, with the focus on classes, driver's licenses, and other teenage topics. About 10:00 it broke up. Hank and Sam went back to their own room, though they did try to listen at Rob and Billy's door, but heard nothing. Back in their own room they were out of clothes and gathering up whatever they needed in the bathroom to get ready for bed. Both put on a robe and took care of all of that. Now settled, with the door locked, they talked about Ed and Grant. "They're nice guys, but I doubt anything happens, even together," Hank said. Too bad, since we know how good they look naked. They even still wear pajamas!" Sam laughed. "Yeah, I got no vibe from Ed, even standing that close. Bummer. How'd you find out about pajamas? Figures you would." "Grant moved his pillow and there they were, all neatly folded." "They don't know what they're missing. In fact, time for you to get it so we don't wonder what we're missing." Both laughed. It was Sam's night to do Hank. He took his time, teasing his roommate, bringing him close, then backing off, his finger slowly and smoothly sliding up and down on the underside of Hank's shaft. Hank was gasping and moaning, but Sam found a way to keep it going for probably the longest edging either had given the other. Or ever received. Hank was getting close to tears in his desperation to shoot. Sam picked up his pace and soon was rewarded by a long "aaaahhhhhh" from Hank and major explosion. Hank lay back, panting as Sam retrieved a towel and cleaned up his roommate. When Hank had recovered he said, "You're a real shit, you know that. I'm going to make you pay for that tomorrow. Don't plan on breakfast." Sam laughed and taunted back, "oh I'm really scared! I'll be awake all night." They both really got laughing at that. Over the years they varied on sleeping together and in separate beds. Some nights one just felt more comfortable than the other. Hank clean, Sam climbed into his own bed and read for a while. Hank, worn out from his ordeal, fell asleep quickly in his own bed. Sam woke up early and used the bathroom, going right back to bed and asleep again. An hour or so later Hank woke up and did the same, though he did not fall back to sleep. After a while, realizing he wasn't going to doze off again, he got out of bed and went over to Sam's. It was easy to pull back the covers and he quickly had his roommate fully exposed. Sam was lying on his side and it took little effort to get him onto his back, still asleep. Sam was very slightly hard, not quite a semi. Hank gently started playing with Sam's cock, enjoying as it grew under his hand. Occasionally he would reach down and tickle his friend's balls, which finally got Sam to start waking up. "What the...?" he said groggily. After a moment he realized what was happening. "Now who's a shit?" he asked. Hank gave an evil chuckle and started slowly working on Sam's now- hard cock, teasing with his fingers, or sliding up and down under the shaft with his forefinger. Sam started to squirm and moan under Hank's ministrations. After three years both boys knew well the reactions of the other, so holding off the other was fairly easy now. Hank expertly brought Sam close, then backed off, worked him up again, then teased by not bringing him all the way. Sam started writhing on the bed, lifting his hips up and down in an effort to help the process. Hank simply adjusted to whatever Sam did. Now Sam was moaning in agony and erotic enjoyment. Hank waited until he felt sure that this had gone on longer than his torture had the night before. He slightly changed his stroke, not speeding up particularly, but enough to get Sam close and then over the edge. Sam let out a long groan and shot and shot all over his belly. Hank let him lie there for a moment, then retrieved a towel as Sam's breathing settled down. After helping Sam clean up, they both headed for the showers. Sure enough, as Hank had predicted, they missed breakfast. As soon as they knew the lunchroom was open Sam knocked on Rob and Billy's door. They, too, had missed breakfast, though they didn't say why, which only made Sam suspicious. The four went to lunch where Sam and Hank were grilled on what had happened with Ed and Grant. They had no trouble replying that nothing had gone on. Billy and Rob were dubious at first, but after hearing the whole tale they reluctantly had to admit that there wasn't much likelihood there. "Too bad," said Billy. "I still think there's nice stuff in those pants and from what you've said, sounds like there is." Hank had to agree there, though he and Sam had never seen either of those two at full staff. "Guess you need to make that happen," Billy said with an evil smirk. That got them thinking, and as the day went on, Sam and Hank found themselves wondering if things with Ed and Grant were quite what they appeared to be. In their turn, Bill and Rob filled in their buddies on their night with the younger boys. Of course they had an avid audience. It was Sunday, so homework was the order of the day. Late in the evening Billy and Rob let themselves into their buddies' room and the four had some play time before bed. As he and Rob were leaving, Billy threw out a challenge. "Whichever of you can get into Ed's or Grant's pants, I'll let you give me a good spanking." "Hm, you think that's a safe bet," Hank said. Now there was a challenge. Things might change in that other dorm, and soon.