Date: Tue, 05 May 2020 19:12:20 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: After Class Tutoring Part 3

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After Class Tutoring, Part 3

The end of the week is always busy. On Friday night I went to dinner and
then a campus movie with friends. There was talk about a get-together after
the movie to try and score some weed or some beer, but I wasn't in the
mood. I just walked back from the student union to the dorm. When I got to
the room, I realized my roommate was there, but was apparently taking a
shower. I opened up my laptop and was looking at FB when he came back in,
naked except for a towel around his waist. We chatted for a few
minutes. Rick was a nice guy, but he spent most of his time with his
girlfriend, who lived in an apartment off-campus. In fact, he had showered
to get ready to go over there for the weekend. He stood there chatting for
a few minutes, then turned to get dressed. As he dropped his towel, I
looked in his direction. I hadn't really paid attention to his body before,
but the view from behind was pretty good! As he bent over to reach for
something in a drawer, I could see his nuts hanging down in between his
legs. I imagined they'd get worked on by his gf this weekend. I wonder if
she blows him? How many times during a weekend does he cum with her? (My
mind was really perving on it.) It made me think of the two blowjobs I had
gotten this last week. Does she suck Rick's cock as well as my professor
sucks mine? I realized I was starting to get hard and tore my thoughts away
so that it wasn't obvious I was looking at Rick and boning up! He finished
dressing, then threw some things in a gym bag and told me he'd be back
sometime late Sunday. Then he left.

I sat there for a moment contemplating nothing, then turned to my computer
and logged on to League of Legends. I got caught up in playing, and before
I knew it midnight had passed by and I needed some sleep. I didn't even
beat off (a rarity for me!). Since it was the weekend, I didn't set my
alarm, either.

I woke up about 9:30 when there was a lot of noise out in the hall. I kind
of grumbled, but then thought "it IS 9:30!" I got up and brushed my teeth,
then decided to shower and figure out what I was going to do for the
weekend. I wrapped a towel around me, grabbed my shower kit, and walked
down the hall. As I opened the door to the floor restroom, I heard the
shower running. Somebody else slept late, too! As I turned the corner into
the gang shower room, I surprised Philip, another guy who lived on my hall,
who was the only one in the shower. Apparently, he had been in the middle
of soaping up his privates, and was sporting quite an erection! He turned
away from me in embarrassment and looked toward the wall. "Hey, Philip!" I
said cheerily, as if I hadn't noticed anything. "Hey, Paul," he called
back, still turned toward the wall. I started my shower, kind of chubbing a
bit thinking about the fact that one of the guys on my hall was just a few
feet away from me with a boner. That made me get a little harder, and I
just let it rise. Hell, if Philip could bone up in the shower, I could,
too! I started shampooing my hair, and that kind of took my mind off the
fact that we were both horny freshman in the shower together, and it kept
me from going full-hard. While I was rinsing the suds out of my hair, I
kind of glanced over Philip's way, and noticed that he was looking at me. I
didn't get more than a glimpse, and I didn't want to stare at him, so I
just kept rinsing. He finished up and stepped out of the shower area and
starting toweling off as I lathered up the rest of my body. "What are your
plans for the weekend," I asked him. "Just studying," he called back as he
dried off. "My roommate went home for the weekend, so I'll have some quiet
time to get stuff done." (I kind of imagined how he might use that quiet
time, too!) "Yeah, mine is spending the weekend with his girlfriend again,
so I've got the place to myself, too." We both laughed in unison. "Here's
hoping we get it all done!" I said with a smile. "See you," he said to me
as he finished up and walked out. I finished up my shower, dried off and
walked back to the room with my towel draped over my shoulder. Hardly
anyone was here, and I was swaggering! I quickly changed into some clean
clothes and decided to try and make it to the cafeteria before breakfast
closed.

As I walked out my door, Philip was walking by. "Heading out for some
grub?" I asked him. "Yeah, they stop serving in about 30 minutes." "Let's
go together," I suggested. "Sure," he replied. So we walked from the dorm
to the student center, just talking about how school was going, etc. He was
a really nice guy, and I certainly had noticed that he was a well-equipped
guy, too! Anyway, we got to the cafeteria, chowed down on some food, and
then walked back together to the dorm. I really liked him, and was glad to
make another friend in the freshman dorm. We got back to the dorm and met
two more guys who were leaving for the weekend. The hall would be mostly
empty! There's something about this time of the semester when people want a
weekend away. Alas, not everyone can do that. As we rode up the elevator,
Philip asked me what I was doing for the day. "I think I'm going to fire up
League of Legends again and see if I can make any progress. I fell asleep
playing last night." "I thought I was the only one who played that," Philip
said. "No, I'm hooked," I replied. "We should fight online sometime,"
Philip said. "How about now?" I suggested. "Let me go get my laptop and
I'll be right back," he said.

I opened up the room, and logged on to my laptop. In just a couple of
minutes, Philip was back, and he set up his laptop next to mine on the
desk. "What's your username?" he asked. I kind of stopped in my tracks,
took a gulp, and told him "PAULPRIK." He didn't bat an eye. "PHILPRIDE" was
his. We connected online and started playing. He was actually pretty good!
We went at it for at least an hour before he said, "let's take a break." We
kind of kicked back for a second, and he said, "want to add a little buzz
to this?" "What do you mean," I asked. "I got some sweet weed in the room
if you want to amplify the experience." "Hell, yeah!" I replied. We walked
down to his room at the end of the hall. He closed the door, and laid a
towel down on the crack at the bottom. He opened up the windows and turned
on a small fan. Then he reached into a drawer and brought out a
nicely-rolled joint. "Let's," he said with a smile. We toked up, being
careful to exhale out the open window. We weren't halfway through the J
before I was lit up. "This is good stuff," I said. "Yeah, I agree." We both
took a couple of more tokes, then decided to go play some more. Philip
sprayed the room with air freshener, and left the fan on. We walked back to
my room. "This will add a new dimension to our effort," he said with a
smile. And it did. I actually think it slowed down the pace of our efforts,
as we were both definitely in another dimension!

We played for a few more minutes, then decided to take another break. I
looked in my mini-fridge, and luckily had two Cokes in there, so I grabbed
them and we relaxed. I hooked up speakers to my phone and Bluetoothed some
music while we sat and drank. Philip really was an attractive man. He was
about six feet tall, about an inch taller than I was. He was thin, but
didn't work out. He just had that natural kind of "fit" body. He had dark
brown hair that was kind of medium length. We had hung out before in a
group but hadn't spent much time together individually. He had on a pair of
white tennis shorts and a white t-shirt. I noticed that both his arms and
legs were kind of hairy. We talked about where we came from, why we chose
this university, what our majors were, etc. What we didn't talk about was
girlfriends. He didn't ask, and I didn't either. We continued to sip our
cokes. I had a new music video that I had downloaded, and I streamed it to
the flatscreen on the edge of the desk. As we both sat and watched it,
Philip slouched back in his chair, obviously buzzed from the joint. As he
did, I noticed that he had quite a bulge in his shorts! My eyes hadn't
deceived me in the shower this morning. I settled back, too, hoping that my
peripheral vision didn't cause me to bone.

Out of the blue, Philip asked, "what kind of porn do you watch?" I was a
bit shocked and I guess my body language showed that. "Well, you obviously
caught me this morning in the shower, so I didn't finish. Now I've got a
good buzz, and I hate to waste it."  He looked at me with a shit-eating
grin. I guess he had caught my vibes! So I said, casually, "I like amateur
stuff mostly." "Me, too," he said. "You ever look at Chaturbate?" "Yeah," I
answered. "Hasn't everybody?" We both chuckled. "Do you mind if I stream it
right now, or would you rather I go back to my room?" While I didn't want
to seem too eager, Philip had shared some awesome weed with me, and I was
really buzzed. If he was in the mood to play, why should I stop him? "Sure,
go ahead," I said to him. He got on his laptop and logged on to the
site. Before he streamed to the flatscreen, he said, "let me run take a
piss. I'll be right back." And he left the room. I couldn't help myself. He
was logged on to Chaturbate, using the same username as for "League." I
just had to look at the sites that he followed. I clicked on the tab, and
saw about forty sites. Most were men! A few were couples. None were of
women. My heart started beating faster and my cock chubbed up a little bit
more. I quickly clicked back to the main Chaturbate site before Philip
could see that I had looked at who he followed. It was good timing. He was
back seconds later with a soft tap on my door.

Philip sat on the chair, and immediately started searching for a
broadcaster. The first one he picked was a college-aged couple. They were
sitting next to each other on a bed. She was in bra and panties, and he was
naked, but not hard. "I've watched these two before," Philip said, as he
leaned back in his chair. "They make hot love together." He leaned back in
his chair as we watched. Before long, the couple started making out, and it
soon turned to heavy petting. As the guy started feeling the girl's breasts
through her bra, he started to get hard. "Man, he really likes that,"
Philip murmured. He reached down and rubbed himself through his shorts,
never taking his eyes off the screen. I started to get hard, too, watching
Philip get turned on. On screen, the woman reached behind herself and undid
her bra. As her breasts came free, the guy started licking and sucking on
them. His cock was now rock hard, and she reached over and grabbed it and
started stroking it. On screen, they both moaned. Philip moaned too as he
continued to rub the front of his tennis shorts. From the bulge that was
showing, it was obvious he was hard, too. On screen, the guy laid back the
girl and slipped her panties off. He bent down and started licking her
pussy lips. She was squirming on screen, and the guy's cock was standing
straight up. Next to me, Philip continued to rub his bulge.

The guy pulled the girl's legs up onto the bed, and straddled over her,
positioning himself to fuck. He pointed his cock at her spread crotch and
eased his way inside her. Philip moaned beside me and went from rubbing to
squeezing himself. As the guy onscreen plunged all the way in and began a
rhythmic fucking, Philip was openly stroking himself through his shorts
beside me. Realizing I had nothing to lose, I said to Philip, "go ahead and
get it out." Within seconds, Philip had unhooked and unzipped his tennis
shorts and kicked them off. He had on a pair of boxerbriefs that he slid
down next. Now sitting naked in the chair except for his t-shirt, Philip
openly started stroking his rock hard cock. He kind of looked over at me
and said, "don't make me do this alone." So I slipped off my shorts and
briefs and joined in.

On screen, the guy was pummeling the girl, and she was squirming as she was
being fucked. Philip was also squirming in the chair next to me as he
stroked himself. "This is so hot," he said. "Thanks for letting me do
this. Glad you are joining in." How could I not? The scenario was so horny!
Two cuties fucking on screen and Philip beating his meat beside me. I got
into a similar stroking rhythm as Philip continued to beat off.
Occasionally, he turned his eyes away from the screen and watched me as I
stroked. Then he turned back to the screen and beat off furiously. "I am so
stoned," Philip said with a smile. "Me, too," I said. (At least I had some
plausible deniability!) We both continued to watch the screen and watch
each other, fucking and masturbation in every direction. As the moans on
screen got louder, Philip's tempo got faster. I looked over at him as he
started to tremble. "Oh, man, I am gonna shoot my load," he said with a
tremor in his voice. "Do it," I said. He reached down with his free hand
and pulled his t-shirt up. "Here it comes," Philip cried out. Gob after gob
of hot spunk squirted out of his cock onto his stomach. He closed his eyes
in pleasure. I was more quiet, but reached the same conclusion. I shot one
big rope of cum up into the air and on the floor, and the rest dribbled
over my hand. We both sat there milking the last of our orgasm as on screen
the guy pulled his cock out and shot all over the girl's tits as she
screamed out in ecstasy.

Philip and I both sat there for a minute as the absolute pleasure subsided.
What a mess we had made! I grabbed some tissues and handed them to Philip,
and used some to do my own initial cleanup. Then Philip said, "to hell with
it," and took off his t-shirt and wiped up the rest of the mess. I was able
to clean off most of my cum with the tissues. As the guy and girl onscreen
finished up their show and waved good-bye to their viewers, Philip, as if
nothing had just taken place, said "let's do another round of League." So
we both sat there, him completely naked, and me only in a t-shirt, and
played for another 30 minutes or so. Then Philip got up and stretched, his
junk bouncing out in front of him, and said, "well, guess it's time to get
some stuff done!" I smiled at him and said, "I dare you to walk back to
your room naked." He said, "deal!"  He gathered up his clothes and his
laptop and went to the door, I opened it and looked up and down the
hall. It was completely empty. So Philip went out into the hall and proudly
walked naked toward his room. He turned and said, "we'll have to do that
again sometime." At the end of the hall, he opened his door and went
inside. I went back into the room, gathered up all of the cummy tissue and
put it in the trash can.  The smell of cum permeated the air. I put on my
clothes and took the trash can down to the bathroom. I stepped into one of
the stalls and began flushing all of the tissue until the trash can was
empty. Then I washed my hands and went back to my room.

"This really did happen!" I thought to myself. "And he wants to do it
again!" I smiled at the thought and lay down on my bed. I was still buzzed
and drifted off into a nap. In my dreams, I saw cum spurting out of
Philip's cock.