Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2003 16:54:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: and then I met Jeff part 14

Wednesday - Cont.

I went back to my room wanting to put something on my ass.  It was
beginning to sting again.  Of course, laying on the ground and then getting
pissed on probably didn't help.  I opened the door to my room to find Mark,
naked, on his bed, asleep.  I felt I needed a nap as well.  It had been a
hectic day.  I would get in an hour or so before dinner, then dinner and
study.  I stripped down, found some aloe sunburn lotion, spread it on my
ass, then lay down and fell asleep looking at Mark's ass.

I woke up with my ass being massaged by Jeff.  What a great feeling!  He
was working more Aloe into it.  It wasn't nearly as red now and not as
sore.  I just raised my ass up into his working hands.  He smiled and
started working a finger into my hole.  "I don't think that area was
bruised!" I said.  But he kept right on working on my hole.  He had two
fingers in and was twisting and turning them in my hole.  He had put
several gobs of aloe in.  Then I felt something else being slipped in and
looked over my shoulder to see him sliding a butt plug into my ass.

"I want you to be all ready for studying this evening!"  Jeff said as he
slid it all the way in and my ass clinched around it.  "Now get up, get on
a pair of white briefs, jeans, socks and shoes and a shirt.  We have a
little bit of time to grab dinner.  So let's go," he said as he playfully
slapped my ass.

Mark wasn't around; he must have gotten up and gone off to dinner after
letting Jeff in.  I got up and got dressed, as Jeff had instructed.  I
packed up my books and stuff into the backpack and we headed down to
dinner.  I told him what I had done with Ted up in the clearing.  He told
me that we would have to explore the whole foot thing some more.  He
thought it was great that Ted and Fred met.

We finished dinner and headed over to the library.  Jeff found us a table
on the third floor.  We put our packs down and I sat down to start
studying.  "Nope, not yet, you have to do a couple of things first, before
you can study."  I was wondering what he had in mind for tonight.  I want
you to stroll around, looking for books.  Find someone, preferably a guy,
who is also standing around in the racks.  Make eye contact with him and
make sure he is looking at you.  Then while you look him in the eye, I want
you to wet yourself.  Stand there until the stream has ended."  I know I
had a shocked look on my face.  "It's okay, it will be fun and you will get
off on it.  When you are done, go to the men's room over there and go to
the stall.  Strip off all your clothes and wait there.  I will come in and
let you know what is next."

My heart was racing, as I stood and began to walk the aisles.  I wanted to
do this, my cock was stirring in my pants just thinking about it.  I found
a guy back in the stacks, without anyone else around.  He looked to be
older than I was, maybe a junior or so.  He was wearing a sweater over a
shirt, khakis, and loafers.  He stood about 6 feet or so and had jet black
hair and a stubble of dark across his chin.  He looked up at me from the
book he was checking out.  I caught his eye and nodded and then didn't look
away and stopped where I was, about 9 or 10 feet away from him.  He looked
back down at his book, but then when I didn't move, looked back up at me.
It was now or never.

I tried to relax as I stood there.  Finally, I got the flow going.  My cock
was very confined in the briefs and jeans.  I really felt I was pushing the
piss out.  He had looked back down at his books, but again I didn't move so
he looked up at me.  I continued to look him in the eyes.  His gaze went up
and down my body.  He must have noticed the wet spot on the front of my
jeans as his eyes moved up and then back down to look at my crotch.  I
guess he was trying to see if the spot was increasing in size.  I realized
then that I was stopped under a light and so was completely visible.  I
continued to pee and watch his eyes and face for expression.  At first, I
am sure, he must have thought that there was just a spot on my pants, but
the spot had be getting bigger.  Then I saw wonder in his eyes, like is
this guy really standing there wetting his pants, while I watch.  Then he
just stared at my crotch, only lifting his eyes once in a while to my eyes
and then back down to my crotch.  I was really letting loose now, I was
beginning to feel it flow down my legs.  My cock was starting to grow
within the tight confines of my pants.

As I continued to piss, I understood why Jeff had kept refilling my glass
all during dinner.  I was also having stray thoughts about showers.  I
hadn't taken a shower after the session with Ted and now I was drenched in
piss again.  One shoe was becoming rather wet now.  This guy finally looked
me in the face again and I just smiled, probably a stupid smile.  He
probably thought I was demented or something, standing in the library,
pissing myself and smiling my ass off!

I was fully hard in the tight confines of my crotch as I finished pissing.
I really wanted to free my cock right there and just jack off.  I must
really be in a fog if I wanted to do that.  In fact, my hands started to
reach for my fly, but then remembered that Jeff had not told me to do that.
And this guy would really think I was whacked then.  I did look down as I
turned to leave and see what I thought was a bulge in his khakis.  I turned
and walked away then, wondering if he was going to follow me or run to the
librarian and let them know about this crazy guy wandering the stacks.  I
must have left tracks in the carpet as I walked away, I am sure my shoe was
squishing.

I walked past several people on my way to the restroom, but they didn't
seem to notice my wet jeans.  When I got to the restroom, there were 2
urinals and a stall and across from them were a row of sinks and above the
sinks were mirrors.  I looked in the mirror and saw that the wet spot had
spread across my crotch and down inside of my left leg all the way to the
bottom.  I went into the stall and began to remove my piss soaked clothes.
One sock was soaked, my jeans and my briefs, of course, and even the tails
of my shirt were wet as well.  I hung everything on the back of the door,
except my shoes and sat down to wait for Jeff.  My cock was hard in my hand
as I waited.  I wanted to reach that peak something fierce.  The plug in my
ass wasn't making it any easier, either.

I heard the door open and expected Jeff, but the person went to the urinal
and took a very loud piss.  This only made me grip my dick even harder.  I
wondered what he thought seeing the bare feet and legs below the panel of
the stall.  I could look through the crack between the door and the edge of
the stall and see his back as he stood there pissing.  He finished up,
flipped his dick, the stuffed, zipped and turned and walked to the sinks.
If he looked in the mirror of the sink he was using and looked at the slot
between the door and stall, he would probably be able to glimpse some naked
guy sitting there, maybe even that he had his rod in hand.  He washed his
hands, dried them and then left.

A couple of minutes later the door opened again.  This time it was Jeff.
He walked over to the stall and told me to open the door.  I swung the door
back.  "Stand up, I want to see you naked, hard and smelling of piss."  I
did as he said.  "Yeah, now that is hot."  He took my cock from me and gave
it a good squeeze.  "Okay, come out here."  I walked out of the stall.  I
was now completely exposed if anyone opened the door and walked in.  He
went in the stall and took all the wet clothes off the door and put them in
a plastic bag, including my shoes.  He then opened his pack and brought out
a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and sandals, my outfit he continued to want me
in.  The gym shorts were the ones we always wore.  Short legs, not the
basketball kind that hang down to your knees, but the kinds that if you sat
down, everything you had hung out, unless you were wearing a jock.  And
even then you would be able to see quite a bit.  But he had not brought a
jock. I hadn't even known or thought about bringing a change of clothes.
These were probably his clothes.

"Okay, I am going to leave with these wet clothes.  I want you to jack off
at the sink, when you have shot a load, you can go back in and get dressed.
When you are dressed, come back out to the tables where your backpack is.
I'll be waiting there for you."  He put the plastic bag of wet clothes in
his pack and left.  I was standing there hard, dripping and ready to rip.
I stood and looked at myself in the mirror.  I was naked again, hard again
and jerking off in a public place.  I loved it and I hated it.

My heart was thundering in my chest as I pumped away on my cock.  What if
someone walked in while I was doing this?  What if they called the cops?
And then, smile, what if they wanted to join in?  I had done this in front
of strangers before, but doing it in a public place where I could get
caught was different.  It was incredible, exhilarating and totally fucking
hot, as Mark would say.  It wasn't going to take long I was too close
already.  I gripped my cock with one hand and held onto the sink with the
other.  I was fast and furious on my cock and in moments I was blasting cum
all over the sink and even the mirror.

I stood for a moment, gathering my wits, uncurling my toes, as I came down
from that awesome explosion.  I wiped my dick across my palm and then
licked my hands clean as I turned to enter the stall.  Just as I entered
the stall the door opened.  I went in and closed the door.  I could see a
guy in the mirror stop and look at the stall and then head to a urinal.  I
pulled on my shorts, then the t-shirt, slipped on the sandals and opened
the stall door, all before he finished.  I went out to the sink and
pretended to wash my hands.  What I really did was look at the cum all over
the sink and the mirror.  I wiped up some more cum from the sink and licked
it from my hands, but decided to leave it on the mirror.  Let some guy try
to figure out how that got on the mirror.  Then he could have fantasies
about that.  I left the john before the other guy finished and went off to
the table where Jeff was waiting.  When I got there Jeff was studying.  I
sat down across from him and opened my book bag.  We were in a nook off to
one side of the library.  After I had brought out the books, notebook and
pencil that I needed, Jeff said, "How was that?  What did the guy do?  Did
you get off on that?  What was it like?"

"It was hot.  My heart was pounding all during the piss scene.  The guy
just stood there and watched.  I think I filled up one shoe!  I got so
hard, standing there pissing in public, in front of this guy.  It was so
incredible.  And then being naked, jacking off in the restroom, such a rush
of adrenaline, I wanted to shoot so bad, so hard, so NOW!  Once again, it
wasn't something I ever thought I would or could do.  I don't know if I
could ever repeat it, but won't forget it for a long time."

Jeff laughed, "You say that often, 'wasn't something, I ever thought I
would do' and "won't forget that for a long time.'  But we have only begun
the journey.  You and I will do so much more in the days, weeks, months and
years to come, you can't even imagine.  I am still exploring and pushing my
limits.  When my brother is here, I am sure that he will push both of our
limits!"

I thought of something he said, "Wait, what did you mean, 'months and years
to come'?"

"Well, I hope it means that you and I are going to still be together months
and years from now!"  He smiled his famous smile.  I thought I was going to
cry!  I smiled big as well and did get water in my eyes.

"Yes, I would like nothing better than to spend months and years with you,
exploring with you, following your lead and sharing life with you!"

"Okay, more on that later, don't get too mushy on me, I might change my
mind!"  He smiled again.  "Now hand me your shorts."

I looked up at him with eyes and mouth wide, "But I, ah, just..."

"Yeah, you just, but now I am telling you to take off your shorts and hand
them to me.  You will sit there naked from the waist down, with a plug up
your ass studying.  If you get hard while you are doing it, so much the
better.  It is supposed to make you study better.  Besides you just said
you would follow my lead.  Now hand them here."  I reached under the table
and pushed my shorts down off my ass and then worked them down until they
dropped to my ankle.  I lifted my foot and passed Jeff my shorts.  This was
like deja vu.  I had passed him my shorts before.  It made me feel so
vulnerable to sit there naked from the waist down.  Trapped, I didn't feel
I could go anywhere.  And yes, my cock was growing under the table.  Jeff
put my shorts into his backpack, stood and said, "I am going to go look for
some books, you just stay there and study," and smiled.  He picked up the
backpack and walked off, leaving me trapped.  That made me only that much
more excited.

I put one hand under the table, gripped my cock and set out to study.  I
was able to concentrate on my work, but off and on would feel my cock
twitch in my hand. That would make me think of something that Jeff had made
me do, or I had done with Mark, Ted, Fred, and it seemed countless
others. Was I turning into some kind of slut?  I wanted to have sex all the
time.  I couldn't get enough of it.  I laughed to myself, was I going to
wear the damn thing out? Then I would turn back to my work and dive into
that, only to come back 20 or 30 minutes later with a flick of my cock.  It
seemed to act like a guy so tired he can't sit up, but almost with the
opposite effect.  It would start to soften up, only to jerk and then get
hard again.  It was almost like jacking off but not cumming, getting close
but then backing off.  At some point Jeff came back and went to work on his
stuff without saying anything.

At one point I looked up and he was looking at me, smiling.  "What, see
something funny?" I asked.

"Nope, just something awfully handsome!  Say, are you ever going to let go
of Mr. Bill?" he asked.  It took me a minute to get what he meant.  "Yeah,
your dick.  He should have a name, you know.  I have been meaning to
mention it to you, but we have been just too busy having fun with Mr. Bill
and George.  I think Mr. Bill is cute, like the old Saturday Night Live
Character, Mr. Bill."  I had no clue what he was talking about, but I did
like the idea of Mr. Bill and naming my cock.

"George?"  I asked.

"Yeah, my oldest brother called him that and it stuck.  So we would talk
about George and Fred (Bob's cock's name) getting together and doing
something.  Sort of a code."

"Okay, so yeah, I was just wondering if I was going to wear Mr. Bill out
with all this fun we have been having?  Did you ever wear George out?"

"Well, once, before I found out about lubricant, between what everyone had
me do one day, I think I shot 6 or 7 times and George was nearly rubbed raw
by the end of the day.  But he was ready to shoot the next day.  I think he
runs dry before he is done!"  And he laughed.

"Okay, are you done studying?" Jeff asked.  I nodded.  "Okay, let's get out
of here."  He packed up his stuff as I did.  He grabbed his pack as I did
and we stood to go.  I realized I was nearly naked, with Mr. Bill still
excited.  Jeff just laughed.  "Missing something?"  He sat he pack down,
opened it and pulled out my shorts.  "Okay, stand up and put these on."

I gulped, but I stood, again heart racing.  Mr. Bill was definitely at
attention now.  He had me stand for several seconds before he handed me my
shorts.  I bent and slipped them on, trapping my cock head in the
waistband.  When we got outside I realized that it was dark, we had studied
for quite a while.  Jeff led us off across the quad.  Once out into the
dark of the lawn, where there were no lamps, he stopped.  "You remember how
I made you give me a blow job in the locker room?"  I said yes.  "Well, now
it is my turn.  Drop your shorts and I'll give you one here."

"Only if you take off your shorts as well," I said, pushing my shorts down
to my ankles.  Relishing the feel of the air blowing across my naked
crotch.  Jeff didn't hesitate, but took off his shorts as well. Then he
took off his t-shirt, so I removed mine.  Here we were standing naked on
the college quad and he was going to give me a blowjob!

"Let me know when you are getting close," Jeff said as he knelt and took my
cock in hand.  He then began his work, starting on the head, swirling his
tongue around it.  That always drove me crazy.  Then he started licking up
and down the shaft, all the while working a hand on my balls, the area
behind them and into my crack.  I had my hands on the back of his head
gently going with his motions.  I could see people out walking in the
lighted areas while we were here in the shadow naked.  It was such a
thrill.  It only made me harder.  Jeff now had the whole thing in his mouth
working it in and out increasing the friction on my rod.  I was enjoying
the sensations as Jeff worked his magic with mouth and hands.  I wanted it
to go on for hours, but I knew with his talents, I wouldn't last that long.
He would stop, pull his mouth off and blow across my wet dick creating a
cooling effect, making me shiver, then his hot mouth would engulf it again.

After he had worked on me for what seemed like seconds and also like hours,
I knew I was close.  My leg was shaking as the tension mounted.  "I am
going to shoot!' I told him, pushing my cock deep into his throat.  He
pulled off my cock, despite my attempts to push my cock in deeper.  He took
my cock and pumped it several more times and then pointed it at his chest
as I began to shoot.  I shuddered as the loads shot onto his chest, blast
after blast.  He took the sensitive head back in his mouth and cleaned the
last of the cum off of my cock.  I jerked back in the shock of his mouth on
the sensitive end of my cock.  After he released my cock, he took his hands
and rubbed my cum into his chest.

"I want to be covered in your cum," he said as I watched him rubbing it in.
He rose then, took me in his arms and then gave me a deep open mouth kiss.
I could taste my cum in his mouth.  Jeff was not one for a lot of mushy
stuff, but this was very passionate.  When he let go, I started to kneel so
I could do him.  "No, I want to fuck you.  I want to fuck you out here on
the lawn, where someone might walk by and see us.  I want my cock inside
you.  So lay down on your back."

I did as he instructed.  He knelt between my spread legs.  He reached over
and worked the plug out of my ass.  Then getting some lube out of his pack
spread some on his cock and my hole.  Then he lined up and slid the head
in.  After just a second of two, he slid all the way in.  I could tell that
he was eager he wouldn't last long.  He started right away pumping away on
my ass.  I put my head back and could still see people walking along the
lighted path as we lay naked, here on the lawn, fucking.  I knew Jeff saw
it as well. He liked being an exhibitionist as much as I did.  He was
getting off on it.  He was slamming my ass and I was squeezing tight on his
cock and he rapidly slid in and out.  I reached down and grabbed as low as
I could on his back/ass, pulling him into me.  I could smell piss, cum and
sweat as our bodies worked together.  I was hard again, but didn't think I
was going to shoot this time.  It was too many today and too soon.  But
Jeff was ready.  He was grunting as he pumped on my ass.  Then I felt him
push deep into my ass and shudder.  Blasts of his hot load began filling my
ass.  He then pumped several more times, rubbing my prostate with his slick
head.  "Fucking incredible!" he said when he had finished shooting and lay
with his cock in my ass.  "There is nothing better than being in your ass,
or just having sex with you.  It is so incredible."

He pulled out and rolled off of me and we lay on the lawn as we came down
from our high.  I had to laugh then, "What?" he asked.

"I was just thinking what someone would think if they walked by NOW and saw
two guys laying naked on the backs on the lawn.  They would be shocked, but
that would be nothing compared to what they would be if they had seen us
just a few minutes ago.  I can't believe how incredible that was to be out
here in the open, in public being sucked and fucked by you.  I am really
going to try and stop saying, 'I never would have believed,' because I
would just keep saying that forever it seems."  I sat up then and put my
hands behind me to prop me up with my knees bent.  Several students were
walking along the path about 50 yards away from us.  It made me hot just to
think about that.

"Yes, but there is only more stuff to explore.  Let's hope that we never
run out of new things to try and to experience."  He sat up in the same
position. I looked over and could just make out his hot body.  "And
speaking of which, I have more to add to our situation.  I have to piss.
So stay where you are."  He moved around so he was kneeling between my legs
and then took his much softer dick in hand and began to spray me from head
to crotch.  I opened my mouth to try and catch some of the great fluid.
When he finished he reached out and rubbed it all over my body, across my
chest, stomach and into my crotch and crack.

"Come on, stand up," he said as he rose and then helped me to stand.
"Let's walk a ways naked.  It is so hot to be out here walking around
without clothes and seeing those people just yards away."  We gathered our
stuff and started walking towards our dorms.  When we got within 20 feet of
the path, we stopped and put on our shorts and t-shirts.  Some people
looked up and saw the 2 of us putting on clothes, but kept on walking.  As
we entered the dorm, Jeff said, "Grab your shower stuff and meet me in the
bathroom."  He didn't need to tell me to be there naked, that was a given
now.

I stopped in my room to drop of my stuff and grab my shower stuff.  Mark
was lying naked on his bed, reading and scratching his balls.  I just loved
seeing Mark naked.  "Did you actually get some fucking studying done this
time?" he asked, looking up from his book.

As I put down my backpack and started to strip, I said, "Yes, I actually
got some studying done, but that doesn't mean that Jeff and I didn't have
some fun as well."  It was so cool that I could tell him things like this.
"That's one of the reasons I am off to the showers right now."

"Hey, while you are there, would you take a fucking piss for me?" he said
with a smile on his face.  I first thought he was joking as I had often
said this before all the sex stuff.  If someone was heading to the
bathroom, just say, 'hey take one for me, too!'  But I got what he meant
this time as he flipped his cock back and forth.

"Sure, any time!" I said, as I moved up on the bed between his legs.  I
took his cock into my mouth and waited for him to let loose.  His cock
seemed to have a different taste about it.  I didn't have to wait long as
he let the flow go.  I worked to swallow it all.  It tasted as good as it
always did.  It seemed like he was going to piss forever.  He did finally
stop and I asked, "Want me to suck you off while I am here?" holding onto
his cock.

"Nope, thanks, though.  I just fucked my girlfriend a couple of times.  So
I think I am good for now!" he laughed then.  Now I knew what the strange
taste was and I laughed.

"Maybe I'll fuck you then, when I get back from my shower," I said.

"I'll fucking think about that one," he said.  "I don't know if I am ready
for that yet.  It was certainly a fucking experience that I will repeat,
but remember; I got a $1000 for that.  You got $1000, you can have my
fucking ass right now!"

I laughed, got up, grabbed my shower stuff and headed off to the showers.
Towel over the shoulder was now getting pretty common for me.  I passed
several people on the way to shower and didn't even notice them.  When I
got to the shower, Jeff was there.  He had a laundry basket with him.

"I think you need to make a run to the laundry room before we get started.
Take this, go to your room, gather up anything else and then take it to the
laundry room.  Put everything in, start the load, leave the basket and soap
on the top of the washer, then come back here."  I don't know why, but that
really got my heart pounding again.  I had just walked bare ass from my
room to the shower, but going down to the laundry room was like walking
through the cafeteria naked.  Many more people would have the opportunity
to see me going there and back. "If you are having a problem with that, you
can always where your piss soaked briefs down there and come back naked."

"No, I can do this," I told him and myself.  I picked up the basket and
headed back to my room.  Inside I gathered up my stuff.

"I thought you were going to take a fucking shower?" Mark asked.

"Yes, but I have to put my laundry in before I go."

"And you are going to go down fucking naked and come back fucking naked?"
Mark asked getting interested.

"Yes," I said confidently.

"I'll bet you that fuck that you can't do it without raising a fucking hard
on!  You go down there and back without fucking springing wood and you can
fuck me, one time, whenever you want to.  If you fucking sprout wood, then
I get your ass when I want it.  Is it a fucking deal?"

Feeling very confident, I said, "Your on!"  I grabbed the rest of my
clothes, put them in the basket and headed out the door.  Once outside, I
knew I was going to have troubles.  I started thinking about a math problem
I had worked on in the library and kept walking.  I went to the stairs and
headed down, still working on my math problem.  It seemed to be working.  I
reached the bottom floor and then to the laundry room.  I was still working
on variations of my math problem.  There was no one there and I put all the
stuff in the washer, including soap, closed the lid and started it.  After
putting the basket on top of the washer and headed for the door.  Just
before I got there, it opened and 2 girls walked in.  I just walked on by
as they stopped and stared.  I really wasn't noticing them; I was off in
this world of math and concentrating on it.  I passed a couple of guys
heading to the stairs.  I made it up the stairs and then down the hall to
my room.  I had made it.  My math problems had paid off.  When I got to the
room and Mark saw that I was not hard, he said, "Fuck me!  You did it!"

I laughed and said, "Yes, I do get to fuck you, but not right now!  You
bastard. I beat you.  Next time it will be your turn to run the gauntlet
naked!  Now I am off to my shower."  I was actually whistling as I walked
down to the bathroom.  When I got there Jeff was waiting for me.  He asked
me why I was in such a good mood.  I told him what had happened with Mark
and he had a good laugh.  We headed into separate showers then, but kept
the curtains open.  I did a good wash job all over.  I thought I saw some
guy looking in while I was soaping my crotch.  I shampooed, rinsed, turned
off the water and started drying.  Jeff called me to come out and dry off
with him.

He and I were the only ones there as we toweled off, then stood at the
sinks to finish up.  "Looks like your ass has gotten better!" he observed.
I turned and looked in the mirror, he was right; it wasn't nearly as red as
it had been.  I would put some more aloe on it before going to bed.  I
checked out his ass and it appeared to be getting better as well.  We
finished up and headed off to our rooms.  This weekend we would move into
the same room and then we would be going back to the same room!

"See you in the morning," Jeff said as he patted my ass in front of my
room, "and don't forget your laundry!"  Ah shit!  I had forgotten about
that.  But I didn't have any restrictions this time.  But I had an idea.  I
went into my room and Mark was still awake on his bed, naked and reading.

"Mark, I have a bet for you, now!"  He looked up at me and scratched
himself.  "My laundry needs to be put into the dryer.  You go down naked,
move it from the washer to the dryer, and then come back here without
getting a rod.  If you can do it, then you get to fuck Jeff when you want,
if you can't, then he gets to fuck you when he wants.  What do you think?"

He did think about it.  "It would be so hot, but I don't know if I can do
it with out getting hard.  It is very tempting. I'd love to have a go at
Jeff's ass.  Okay, I'll do it.  You did it, so can I!"  He stood up and
headed for the door.  I thought his cock was already starting to swell as
he left the room.

Five minutes later, the door opened to a very red faced Mark, carrying the
laundry basket.  I could see his cock pressed up against it and it was at
full mast.  I started laughing.  He said, "Okay, you fucking win, but that
was so unfucking believable!  I can't believe I fucking did that.  I was
hard half way down the fucking stairs.  I ran to the fucking laundry room
and didn't see anyone all the way.  Once I opened the fucking door, there
was a guy and a girl there.  I saw your fucking basket and grabbed it and
fucking covered myself.  I don't know if they fucking saw me or not.  I
opened the washer and dumped all the clothes into the basket wedged in
front of me.  Then went to a dryer, where my fucking bare ass was exposed
to the two people.  I think I got even fucking harder then, if that's
possible.  Once I got the stuff in the dryer and it going, I headed out the
door, basket still in front of me.

"On the stairs, I removed the basket and walked up showing fucking
everything.  Of course there were no people on the stairs until I reached
this fucking floor and then a fucking couple came through the door.  I just
fucking barely managed to get the basket back before I fucking passed them.
They probably got a fucking glimpse of my cock before the basket covered
me.  I am sure I fucking blushed redder than your ass was this morning!
But it was so fucking incredible and so fucking hot! WOW! FUCK!"

I was laughing.  He had put the basket down as soon he had the door closed
and his cock was up, nearly touching his stomach and leaking.  The whole
thing definitely excited him.  "Can I fuck you now?  Or will you give me a
fucking blowjob now? I am so fucking hot!"

"Sorry, you lost the bet!  Besides Mr. Bill and I have about had it today,"
I said, looking down at my only semi hard cock.

"Mr. Bill?  Oh, yeah, I get it.  Mine is Harold, as in Harold and the
purple crayon.  Because his fucking head gets all purple when he is
excited.  See?"  He said, pushing down on his swollen cock.  The head was
indeed a nice deep shade of purple. "So what am I fucking supposed to do?"

"Why don't you jack off?  And to help, I have a nice butt plug here that
you can use.  That should make you feel better."  I offered as a
suggestion, holding out a butt plug to him.

He took it, looked it over, blushed and then asked, "Do you have any
fucking lube?"  I reached over and got some that Jeff had given me.  Then I
sat back on my bed ready to watch this.  Mark lay on his bed on his back
and proceeded to lube up the plug, then he reached down and smeared some
around his hole.  Then with one hand on his cock and the other on the plug
began to work the plug into his ass.  I told him to push like he was taking
a dump and it began to slide in.  I could tell that it was giving him pain
as he tried to get the widest part in.  He stopped pushing on the plug and
started stroking on his cock.  After he waited a bit, he pushed it the rest
of the way in.  He then worked on his cock some more before proceeding.  In
a few moments, he started working the plug in and out of his ass.  This is
more difficult than a dildo because of the way the base narrows and the ass
always closes down on this spot.  But he was working it in and out,
sweating and swearing, but not letting go of his cock.

Mr. Bill had brought his head up to watch the whole thing and I was
absently stroking him as I watch Mark fuck himself.  As excited as Mark
was, he wasn't going to take long.  I was enjoying the show and couldn't
wait until my turn to fuck his ass.  He had his head thrown back, swearing
away as he pumped his cock and his hole.  Then I saw his toes curl up and
knew he was close.  He shot splash after splash across his chest and
stomach.  He finished shooting and slowly pulled the plug out of his ass.
"Fucking hot!" he said as he rose up and looked at me.

"Incredible!  To lay here and fucking jack off in front of you, is fucking
hot.  I mean it is the most personal thing a guy can do with himself and to
let someone else fucking watch it both intimate and fucking awesome.  To
expose myself in the hallway and stairs is one thing but to sit here, fuck
myself and jack off while my roommate fucking watches is just way out
there. I know we have played around and had fucking fun together and with
the other guys, but to just put on a show without someone else
participating was fucking hot!  And you have done this, too?  I mean you
did it in Paul's class, just you naked jacking off for the class!  Wow,
hot!  And you did it for me in the laundry room.  Fucking hot!"  He was
wiping the cum off of his chest and then licking it off of his fingers.  I
had another idea.

"Mark, how would you like to join Jeff and I tomorrow at Paul's class.  He
asked us to show up again.  I am sure he wouldn't mind if you were there as
well."

"Fucking yeah!  That would be fucking incredible!"  I told him where we
were to meet and made a note to let Paul know in the morning about the
addition.  I took the plug from Mark, added some lube and slipped it into
my ass.  It was nice and warm from his ass.  Mark watched as I slipped it
in.  "Fucking wish that was my cock!" he said.  "Want to come over and fall
asleep holding Harold?" he asked.

I got up and went over to his bed. I lay down behind him, spooning his ass,
and then I reached around and put my hand around wet, sticky Harold and his
friends.  It wasn't long before I feel asleep listening to his breathing
and feeling his warmth.

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