Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2004 05:04:24 -0500
From: Ian Roark <ianroark@hotmail.com>
Subject: Roommates Who Rub Together...

		       Roommates Who Rub Together...
			       by Ian Roark

			       ( M/M, mast )

Disclaimer: The usual rules apply. The following story is purely fictional,
and contains material of a gay male nature - so if you're under the legal
age in your region or you find this sort of carrying-on offensive, read no
further. Any similarity in plot or resemblance to a real person, living or
dead, is purely coincidental. While you are free to make a personal copy,
no copy of this manuscript may be published, copied, posted to another web
site, or otherwise disseminated without express permission from the author.

Feedback is, as always, very welcome. Feel free to send it to [
ianroark@hotmail.com ]. And thanks to my own bud for nudging me to give
this a shot. I feel obliged to warn the rest of you that if you want
hardcore stuff, you're not going to find it here; but if you get into the
idea of guys jacking off together, well, I hope you like it!

===

     "Uhhhh!"
     Robin slumped back onto his pillow, sides heaving as he closed his
eyes and gradually caught his breath. One hand - the one that wasn't
squeezing his softening dick - lazily traced symbols in the puddle of cum
on his chest. He felt his heartrate begin to slow, and a sudden wave of
sleepiness hit him. Lazily, Robin opened his eyes and glanced at the
clock. Just after one am. Move-in wasn't until noon tomorrow and he had the
car packed already, so he could sleep in a while tomorrow before going to
campus.
     He was going to have two roommates, he knew that much. Tim and Brent.
He'd tried corresponding with them a couple of months back, when the school
sent out e-mail addresses. Tim had written a couple of nice e-mails. Brent
just asked "are u bringing a t.v.?" Hopefully he'd be friendlier
tomorrow. After all, Robin *was* bringing the TV.
     Thinking about his roommates-to-be threatened to keep Robin's mind
buzzing and awake, so he turned his mind to other topics. Had he gotten
everything packed? He'd gone through all his drawers and - no no no, that
was even worse. He'd never get to sleep if he tried to figure that
out. Uh...  the sound of the breeze outside. That was good. A nice gentle,
relaxing breeze.
     Robin fell asleep before he could even pull the covers over his bare,
sticky chest.

     Almost twelve hours later, Robin dropped his first box outside the
door to his new dorm room. It had taken him a while to find a parking spot
- the campus was crazy, full of incoming students and their many many cars
- but, all things considered, he'd made good time, and he had his mother to
help him carry.  Hopefully he wouldn't be the last one to arrive at the
room. If there were bunk beds, no way was he taking the top one.
     Key in lock. No, wait, the door was already cracked. Push.
     Robin peered cautiously around the opening door. On the far side of
the room was a bed...already made...covered in piles of folded clothes. And
at the foot of the bed, there was a roommate. T-shirt, jeans, shortish dark
hair. He was starting to turn around. Robin prepped his biggest smile as he
grabbed his box from the floor and lugged it into the room. Roommate number
one - and only, so far, judging from the emptiness of the rest of the room
- smiled back.
     "Hey," he said. Friendly voice.
     "Hey," replied Robin.
     "Welcome to Stevenson," said the guy. "I'm Tim. You must be... Brent?"
     "Close, I'm Robin." He dropped the box on the floor, glanced at the
rest of the room - bunk beds! - and walked over to shake Tim's hand.
     Tim shook his head in mock shame. "Fifty-fifty chance, figured I'd
take a shot. It's nice to meet you." He had a large hand, and a nice firm
grip. A warm, friendly handshake. Robin decided to take that as a positive
sign.
     "It's nice to meet you too," he replied. Tim had incredibly bright
blue eyes, Robin noticed. Not icy, or penetrating, just bright. They were
kind of hypnotic. He tried not to stare.
     "I hope you don't mind me taking this bed. If you really want it..."
     "Uh, no, not at all." Robin shook his head to emphasize the point. "As
long as I don't have to be on the top bunk, I'm cool."
     "Do you need any help?" asked Tim, glancing at the box on the floor.
Robin smiled and started to reply, but a thumping from the corridor stopped
him.
     A woman entered the room carrying a crate; Tim and Robin turned to
look at her, but she was too focused on not tripping over Robin's box to
pay attention to them. "I've brought up your underwear," she said. "You
might want to get some new ones, these are a little bit -"
     "*Mom*," said Tim pointedly. She looked up.
     "Oh dear, I've embarrassed you," she said, noticing Robin. "You must
be Tim's roommate." Robin introduced himself, and small talk commenced as
Tim's mother promptly forgot about embarrassing her son and started dumping
his underwear out on the bed. Robin found out they were from Georgia; Tim,
at 5'9", was taller than his father; and they had searched for weeks to
find him a green bedspread.
     "Honey," called a voice as the door began to open, "I thought maybe I
should bring up your underwear first so you can start arranging your - oh!"
     "Mom, meet Tim and his mom," said Robin. He and Tim exchanged wry
smiles as their mothers shook hands. And compared their sons' underwear.
(They both liked boxerbriefs, apparently. Tim and his mother were then
subjected to the tale of how he had decided to switch from briefs when he
was 14 and then spent the next week tugging uncomfortably at his crotch.)
Eventually - but, unfortunately, before the ground could open up and
swallow Robin - everyone got back to the task of unpacking.
     "Oh, here's the picture of you and Lynne at the prom," smiled Tim's
mother, pulling out a framed photograph. "Do you want it on your desk?"
     "Sure," nodded Tim, taking it from her and setting it on the top
shelf.  Meanwhile, Robin and his mother worked on getting his own bed made
- on the bottom bunk, of course. Tim's mother squawked with surprise upon
seeing his green bedspread.
     "I picked it up the other day at Wal-Mart," Robin grinned slyly.

     Several hours later, all of his boxes were unpacked and the most
important things had been put away. Tim had finished earlier, thanks to his
head start, and after his mother left, he had thoughtfully helped Robin and
his mom carry things to and from the car. The two of them had gotten pretty
sweaty with all the lifting (the TV had proved a particularly strenuous
challenge), and a couple of times Robin had caught his scent - not
overpowering but very masculine, and certainly enough to give Robin a bit
of a trouser twitch. He had tried not to think about it.
     "Well, honey, I think we've got most everything ready," said his
mother, surveying the room. "Do you want to go out and get some dinner?"
     "I dunno," pondered Robin. "I'd kind of like to get the rest of this
unpacked.  I can always grab something at the cafeteria later. Can I take a
rain check?"
     "I'll be back to see you next weekend," she smiled. They hugged warmly
and then she was gone, leaving Robin alone with his new roommate. Well, one
of them, anyway.
     "I wonder when Brent's supposed to get here?" Robin mused.
     "I'd like to know too. He never said anything to me about it, I only
got one really short e-mail from him all summer."
     "Yeah, so did I. He was probably just busy."
     Tim nodded. "Probably. Hey, I'll be right back, nature's calling."
     "Okay, man," nodded Robin. "I'll help you get some of your stuff
unpacked."
     "Thanks," smiled Tim. Robin glanced back as he was leaving - Tim had
kind of a stocky build, but in a muscular way. He filled out his clothes
well, way better than Robin and his skinny physique ever had. He was a
little jealous, and a little curious to see how well Tim filled out his
boxerbriefs. Not that he planned on trying to find out; that was just not a
good way to start out a roommate relationship. Now, if he ever decided he
really wanted Tim to move out - and, you know, get a split lip in the
bargain - well, maybe then...
     Robin worked his way through a couple of small boxes, stacking the
contents on Tim's desk. A small lamp, a desk organizer, a box of envelopes,
a small paper bag... out of which slid a little plastic bottle, at the
exact moment Robin realized he'd picked up the bag from the wrong end. He
grabbed the bottle before it could knock anything over, and glanced at the
label.
     Astroglide?
     "Uh - oh, man, I, uh..." Tim hurried over and plucked the bottle out
of Robin's hand.
     "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't snooping - it just fell out..." Robin noticed
Tim's worried expression and tried to smile reassuringly. "Hey, uh, if it
makes you feel better..." Robin walked over to his backpack, unzipped one
of the inner pockets, and pulled out an identical bottle.
     Tim grinned widely. "No way, you too?"
     "Yeah, well, I didn't think I'd ever get to use it, sharing a room and
all, but I couldn't just leave it at home for my mom to find, right?" He
and Tim laughed.  Then the door opened.
     Tim shoved his bottle back in the paper bag as Robin lobbed his toward
his backpack and missed. Into the room sauntered a tall blonde guy, and
Robin got the immediate impression that he would be joining a fraternity as
soon as was humanly possible.
     "Hey dudes," said the guy who had to be Brent. "What's going on?"
     "Unpacking," said Tim, giving Robin a chance to retrieve his bottle of
lube from where it had fallen and stash it safely away. "You're Brent?"
     "Yep, that's me."
     "Tim," he said, extending a hand.
     "And I'm Robin."
     Brent chuckled. "Hey, man. You know that's like a girl's name, dude."
     Robin felt his cheeks flush. "My dad was from Hereford."
     "What?"
     "In England."
     "Oh. Whatever. Hey, you brought the TV, awesome." Brent walked over
and turned it on, realized that their cable hadn't been activated yet, and
flipped it back off.
     "Is the top bunk okay with you?" asked Robin.
     "Yeah, it's cool. As long as you guys don't mind me borrowing one of
your beds when I bring a chick home. I don't wanna fall off in the middle
of things, know what I mean? I might break a bone." He laughed loudly as
Robin winced and exchanged worried looks with Tim. Well... one out of two
wasn't so bad, right?

     They helped Brent carry his stuff up to the room, which was starting
to bulge at the seams despite being larger than the usual, double,
rooms. Brent had the usual sports memorabilia - in his case, mostly hockey
- and an oddly anachronistic poster of Farrah Fawcett.
     "She's hot," was his only defense.
     Robin chuckled. "Hey, you know, we're kinda like Charlie's Angels," he
commented, pointing at them each in turn. "Blonde, brunette, redhead." Tim
laughed and the two of them struck a pose, "guns" raised.
     Brent just looked at them like they were crazy. And then he actually
said, "You guys are crazy."
     "At least you get to be the Farrah Fawcett one," Tim pointed out.
     Brent shrugged. "Whatever."
     That, apparently, was the cue for them all to go for dinner, after
which they unpacked and rearranged until it was late. By the time everyone
was ready for bed, Robin was utterly wiped out. Apparently the others were
too, because nobody seemed to have the strength to take a shower; everyone
just wanted to get to sleep.  Robin barely paid attention to the other guys
stripping to their underwear - although he thought he caught a glimpse of
Tim looking over at Brent, but that wasn't very likely - and once his head
hit the pillow, all thoughts of using that bottle of lube in his backpack
completely fled his mind.

     The next morning, the alarm on Brent's desk went off at 7 am, to wake
him up for some meeting or other he had mentioned the night before. Robin
sleepily half-opened his eyes and listened as Brent jumped down from the
top bunk to land flat-footed on the bare wood floor, then loudly rummaged
for his shower caddy before slamming the door on the way out. He had almost
fallen back asleep when Brent returned from his shower, opening and closing
the closet door, setting things down hard on the dresser, tossing his keys
around. Robin hadn't realized how loud even putting on clothes could be
when you were trying to sleep. He looked over at Tim, who was also awake;
the two of them shared an exasperated look and shook their heads. Sharing
looks, Robin noticed, was starting to become a trend with Tim. Finally,
Brent left for the day. Robin shot Tim another look - relieved, this time -
then fell into a light but pleasant rest.

     Over the next month, the three of them got used to one another's
schedules, and their own. They commiserated over the difficulties they were
having coping with classes, and managed to cope with each other fairly
well, too. Robin discovered that Brent was actually a pretty nice guy,
although he was pretty sure he partly felt that way because Brent hadn't
actually co-opted his bed for any "encounters" yet. He was definitely
closer to Tim, though - the two of them were more likely to actually go
hang out together. Brent didn't usually even get home until the late
evening - or, sometimes, the early morning, when he would drunkenly pass
out in bed. Robin had noticed, though, that the picture of Tim at the prom
had disappeared. Curious. But he was probably reading too much into it, and
he certainly wasn't about to ask.
     He'd been able to resume his jackoff schedule, too, after the first
few nights.  Brent was pretty quick to fall asleep, plus he snored, and
Robin had discovered that as long as he was quiet and discreet, he could
smuggle a tissue under the covers and sneak a hand down into his
boxerbriefs for a nice slow stroke. It wasn't as pleasant as using lube,
but it was better than nothing. He hoped Tim hadn't noticed - although he
wasn't sure why he even cared, given that Tim was apparently quite happy to
do the same thing. Maybe it was because they hadn't ever talked about
actually doing it in the room; Tim probably took his bottle out with him
and did it someplace else. Robin wouldn't be at all surprised if it was
just a thoughtful gesture on his part. But, he was horny, and he didn't
like doing it in public, so he would just have to hope that Tim didn't
notice. And that Brent didn't wake up. Actually, once he thought he had
heard suspicious noises coming from Tim's bed, too, but he couldn't hear
very well over Brent's snoring, and the moonlight wasn't bright enough for
him to see movement. Overactive hormones, probably. Still, he couldn't help
but wonder when exactly Tim did it.

     One evening, when Robin and Tim were studying in the room, Brent came
in and announced, "Hey dudes, I think I'm gonna move out of here next
week."
     Tim looked up from his chemistry assignment, surprised. "What? You're
moving out?"
     "How come?"
     Brent shrugged. "I got a friend whose roomie dropped out. He's got a
big double, more space than here. Anyway, then you guys can have more
room."
     "And you'd be closer to the frat parties?" speculated Tim.
     "Nah. Well, yeah. But that's not why I'm moving out, dude."
     "Well, we'll miss ya, man," smiled Robin. "Let us know if you want any
help getting your stuff over there."
     And that was the end of the discussion. Within the week, Brent had
relocated halfway across campus, leaving Robin and Tim to re-divide their
now- spacious living quarters.

     A couple of weeks later, midterms arrived. Robin was glad he and Tim
had gotten their room rearranged before the stress of reviewing and
cramming began; lately, he'd hardly even had time to think about jacking
off. Since Brent left, he had been restricted to the occasional tug in the
shower, but that was even before he had realized how much studying he had
to do. There was too much to be learned, and he spent most evenings sitting
on his bed hunched over a book, and most nights too exhausted to do
anything but go to sleep.
     Tim had been concentrating mostly on chemistry, and it seemed to be
giving him a headache. Periodically, he would groan in discomfort and bury
his head in his hands. Robin was feeling a little concerned.
     "You okay?" he asked.
     "Yeah," said Tim, head still in hands. "I'm just getting a headache,
and a crick in my neck from looking down all the time."
     "Huh." Robin thought for a second, then set his book aside, got up and
walked over behind Tim. "Where does it hurt?" He laid his palms flat
against the back of Tim's neck, and massaged it a bit.
     "Ahh, that's not bad." Tim sat up a little straighter, but Robin could
already see his body relaxing. "A little bit lower... yeah, right
there. Mmmm."
     Robin kneaded the muscles with his fingers, feeling for knots and
slowly working them out. He suddenly realized that it was the first time
he'd really touched Tim, aside from the usual handshake or clap on the
back. It didn't help that Tim was making little moaning noises. Or that his
skin was warm to the touch. Or that Robin's fingers were snaking down
beneath the neckline of Tim's shirt. He quickly let go, knowing that before
long his enjoyment was going to become very obvious.
     "Um, is that any better?"
     "Oh, yeah, definitely. I think my headache's even going away. Thanks."
     "Anytime," smiled Robin, and walked back over to his bed.
     "I may take you up on that, pal."
     Robin secretly hoped so.

     When midterms were finally over, Robin and Tim went out to
celebrate. A good dinner out, a film at the local movie theatre, and then
back to the room to just chill out for the first night in a while. Robin
had been feeling increasingly horny all day, no doubt due in part to the
relief of his mental stress... now what he really needed was some physical
stress relief. He considered going for a shower, but since he hadn't ever
taken nighttime showers before, it would probably look a little
suspicious. Hopefully he could just wait until Tim fell asleep.
     Tim, sitting next to him on the couch, lifted his arms and stretched
leisurely.  "I think I'm about ready to turn in, man," he said. "That was a
good day."
     "Yeah, it was," Robin agreed, picking up the remote and turning off
the television. "I'm getting pretty tired myself. Guess I'll follow you on
to bed."
     Tim grinned - was that a twinkle in his eye?! - and stood up to get
his shower caddy. Robin did likewise and followed Tim on to the communal
bathroom. Soon, teeth freshly brushed, they were ready to turn in. Tim
flicked the lights off as they retreated to their respective corners of the
room.
     Robin slowly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it in a heap
on the floor, listening as Tim did the same on the other side of the
room. He heard the sound of Tim undoing the zipper on his pants, and then
the whoosh as he pulled them off his legs. A mental image of his roommate
wearing just his boxerbriefs and socks suddenly sprung to Robin's mind, and
he reached down to give his own bulge a quick squeeze before unzipping his
own fly and stripping down to his skivvies.
     As he folded his clothes into a slightly neater pile, he could hear
Tim sliding between the sheets of his bed and getting comfortable. Robin
set his alarm and did the same, his hand automatically moving between his
legs now that he had the energy - and the desire - to think about it.
     "Goodnight, Robin," called Tim.
     "Night," Robin called back, and settled into his pillow, legs spread
under the covers. Quietly, he eased his right hand under the waistband of
his boxerbriefs, and cupped his palm around his balls, feeling their heat
and the scratchy hair against his fingers.
     He sighed a little contented sigh. It had been a while since he'd had
the chance to give himself any attention like this, and it was already
feeling good. He could feel his meat starting to lengthen and thicken in
his underwear. Robin re- adjusted his hand and slowly, quietly, scratched
under his balls. That felt good anytime, but it was particularly nice
now... he just had to be careful not to do it too much and rub himself raw.
     Well, that was enough foreplay. Robin couldn't wait any longer - it
was time to get down to business. He slowly peeled his boxerbriefs back and
lowered the front of them to his thighs, tucking the waistband under his
balls.  There was a little too much pressure to be comfortable, but now he
could feel the cooler air against his dick, along with the soft
bedsheet. The thought of his impending jackoff session had made him almost
fully hard, and he gently ran his fingertips along his shaft from the head
to the base. He pressed his head back against the pillow, thoroughly
enjoying the electric feelings that spread throughout his body as he began
to caress himself. Back and forth with his fingertips, pressing more firmly
against the tight skin of his shaft. A drop of precum had no sooner
appeared than it was swept up by his fingers, lubricating his shaft just
below the head.  Robin bit back a moan, but his breathing was starting to
get heavier.
     His fist closed around his hard shaft, the heat spreading through his
hand.  Robin flicked his wrist slightly, moving his fist back and forth in
quick jerky motions. Robin cracked a smile as he realized he was as close
to literally jerking off as he had ever been. But the feeling felt too good
for mere smiles, so his face soon settled down into a more focused
expression as he concentrated on eliciting more precum that he could use to
slick up his dick.
     There was movement on the other side of the room. Regular rubbing
movements against the bedsheet. Robin slowly opened his eyes, willing them
to adjust to the gloom, as his fist continued its slow but steady
exploration of his dick. He could easily make out Tim's shape under the
sheets, and... there - there was something moving under them. Robin
squinted and studied the image...was the movement going on near Tim's
crotch? It was certainly feasible. Then Robin realized that it was just as
easy to make out the movement of his own hand under the sheets,
periodically making a tent in them and then going back down. Was Tim doing
the same thing?
     "Mmmm," came from Tim's bed, and his roommate shifted flat on his
back.  Now Robin could make out Tim's legs, and the movement was definitely
right at his crotch. Up and down, just like Robin was doing. The
realization made him speed up a little. Jacking off at the same time as his
roommate... knowing that they were both horny and both getting off... it
was amazing. Another gush of precum leaked onto his stomach, and Robin let
out a little whimper.
     The movement under Tim's sheet stopped. Had he realized was Robin was
doing? Had Robin scared him off? Then Robin made out the sound of Tim's
underwear being pulled back up, and his heart sank. Maybe Tim wasn't cool
with them doing it around each other, after all. He felt his own dick start
to soften in his hand. His heart pounded.
     Then Tim pulled the covers back and swung his legs out onto the floor,
and Robin's heart started to pound even harder. Tim stood up and walked
over to his desk as Robin gave his dick - which had stopped softening and
was cautiously hardening again - a small squeeze. His roommate opened a
drawer and rummaged around, papers crackling as he pulled something
out. The drawer closed and Tim turned around; Robin could almost make out
the bulge in his boxerbriefs.  Then the incredible thing happened: Tim made
a beeline for his bed. He only stood over Robin for a moment, before
sitting down on the edge of the bed.
     "Hey man," whispered Tim. "Looks like we're up to the same thing and,
uh...I thought maybe you could use some of this." He proffered the contents
of his hand: a small plastic bottle. Robin grinned, pulled his underwear
back up, and sat up in bed.
     "I could definitely use some," he grinned, hearing the smile in his
voice.  "Wish I'd thought of it."
     "What are friends for, huh?" Tim passed the bottle to Robin, who
flipped it open and got ready to squirt some of the lube in his palm.
     "Hang on," Robin realized, "I better do this first or I'll get it
everywhere..."  He reclosed the bottle, set it aside and pulled the sheets
down, making Tim shift temporarily until he was uncovered to the
knees. Robin glanced up and noticed Tim studying his body in the
moonlight. He took advantage of the chance to check Tim out, too: he was
definitely toned, and smooth overall. Robin thought he could make out at
least one small, hard nipple on Tim's chest (presumably the other one was
identical) and a definite bulge in his boxerbriefs. His legs were in the
dark, but Robin knew from previous periods of undress that they were fairly
hairy.  It suddenly occurred to him that he was lying exposed with a boner
tenting his underwear while his roommate checked him out. And, he realized
as he glanced up at Tim to see him looking back and grinning, his roommate
was letting Robin check him out too. Robin swallowed and took a calculated
risk.
     "You know," he said, "as long as we both need to do this..."
     "Yeah?" prompted Tim, shifting on the bed to face Robin more. Robin
felt one of Tim's fingers tracing a line down his right leg; he shuddered
inwardly and felt his dick lurch.
     Words didn't seem to be necessary any more. Robin reached over and
laid a hand on Tim's thigh, rubbing slow circles over his skin. Tim moaned
and ran his whole hand along Robin's leg, starting at his ankle and working
up to his knee.  Robin flexed his leg, muscles straining against Tim's warm
hand, which continued its upward trek toward Robin's thigh. Then he paused.
     "You're looking pretty hard there, pal."
     "I am now." His voice sounded husky. "Scoot over here, I can't see you
too well where you are."
     They both shifted; Robin pulled his feet out from under the covers,
and Tim sat between his legs, his feet by Robin's elbows.
     "Oh yeah," muttered Robin, his eyes fixed on the bulge at Tim's
crotch.  "That's much better." He laid a hand on Tim's thigh, glancing into
his roommate's face for confirmation. "Do you mind?"
     Tim looked like he was torn between closing his eyes and relaxing, and
staring intently at what was about to happen. "No, man. Go ahead."
     Robin's hand began to move. Up and off Tim's thigh... across to his
crotch... and then back down. Robin bit his lip as he felt Tim's
cotton-covered dick throb at his touch. He could clearly feel the ridge of
Tim's dickhead under his fingers, and the heel of his hand was pushing
against Tim's balls. He wrapped his hand around the throbbing pole and gave
it a squeeze through the cotton.
     "Oh wow, Robin, yeah..." Tim had succumbed to the feeling, his head
lolling back and his mouth open. Robin grinned and started to rub his thumb
back and forth under Tim's dickhead.
     Tim's head snapped forward; Robin glanced up from his prize to see a
hungry, determined look on his friend's face. Before he could react, Tim
was reaching forward to plant his hand firmly in Robin's crotch.
     A very loud moan escaped Robin's mouth. Tim chuckled. "Not so loud,
pal, we don't want the whole dorm knowing that we're getting to be very
good friends."
     "Very *very* good friends," sighed Robin, giving Tim's hard-on another
squeeze. For the next couple of minutes, the two roommates sat together in
bed, enjoying the feeling of massaging another man's penis while having
theirs massaged in turn. Then Robin sat up further and used his other hand
to lightly tickle Tim's balls through his briefs.
     "Mmm, I like that, Robin," encouraged Tim, grinding his pouch against
the palm of Robin's hand.
     "Me too," Robin breathed. "It feels...really really good."
     "Yeah." Tim was busy rubbing his thumb up and down Robin's trapped
shaft, and watching a wet spot form toward the waistband.
     "Good thing Brent's not on the upper bunk right now," Robin observed,
sending both Tim and himself into a fit of giggles.
     "I dunno, maybe he'd have joined us!" Tim laughed.
     "Oh, right, I can see *that* happening a week from never!"
     "Well, I've been wanting to do this with you ever since the first
day," confided Tim.
     "So have I," agreed Robin. "But I was trying not to think about it
'cause I didn't think you'd be interested. What about, um, your
girlfriend?"
     "Oh," said Tim. "Lynne's great, but... well, we broke up last week. I
haven't told my parents about it yet."
     Robin let go of Tim's tentpole. "Man, I'm sorry."
     "It's okay," Tim shrugged. "We were both going off to college, and we
weren't all that serious. It felt like time for us to play the field a
little. Anyway," he smiled, easing a finger up the leg of Robin's
boxerbriefs, "Lynne and I *never* did anything like this."
     "I never have either," Robin agreed. "I always wanted to, though."
     "So why'd you stop?" winked Tim as his fingers brushed against Robin's
bare balls.
     Robin reached back over and started to jack Tim off through his
boxerbriefs... rubbing the palm of his hand up and down his roommate's
bulge.  Then his fingers moved up higher, to the waistband of Tim's
underwear. He hooked his thumbs under it and tugged meaningfully. Tim got
the hint, pulled his hand out of Robin's boxerbriefs, and lifted himself
off the bed enough that Robin could lift the front of his underwear away
from his crotch and slide them down.  Tim's boner slowly emerged, standing
slightly away from his body and bobbing in the open air along with his
heartbeat. Slowly, Tim pulled his underwear down and off his body.
     "Wow," breathed Robin, resting his palm on Tim's bare thigh. He eased
his hand over and ran his fingers through Tim's pubes. They were more wiry
than his own, and they scratched his fingertips in a pleasant way. Then the
scent of Tim's crotch hit his nostrils and, curious, he retracted his hand
and sniffed Tim's scent that lingered on his fingers.
     "Wow," echoed Tim. Robin smiled at him, licked a finger playfully, and
then returned his hand to Tim's crotch, lightly cupping his dangling balls
as Tim moaned. Robin rolled them around on his palm, tugging on them and
watching Tim's dick bounce. That was too much for Robin to take - he
latched his hand around Tim's hard meat and squeezed it firmly.
     "Yeeeeeeeah," said Tim softly, bucking his hips a little. Robin
watched Tim's dick sliding in and out of his fist. With his other hand, he
rubbed the hair on Tim's balls, and listened to the satisfied sounds his
roommate was making.
     "Man," Robin breathed, in awe. He was finding it hard to believe that
he was actually doing this. He was sitting on his bed, naked but for his
socks; his almost-naked roommate was sitting over him; and he was holding
on to his buddy's dick while his buddy pumped in and out of his fist. Robin
idly wondered exactly how much he was holding onto, so he cautiously
questioned Tim about it.
     "Six inches," replied Tim, opening his eyes and reaching down to grab
Robin through his boxerbriefs. "And what have you got hidden away in here?"
     "Six and a half."
     "Awesome." A wicked grin spread across Tim's face as his thrusts
slowed.  "Can I see?"
     "Oh yeah. Anything you want."
     "Lift your hips, pal." Robin obeyed - his legs brushing against Tim's
thighs - and Tim pulled his underwear down. Robin wriggled around, working
them down to his ankles, kicked them off, and laid back on the bed so that
Tim could devour him with his eyes. "Really nice..." Tim grabbed Robin's
dick in his hand; groaning with pleasure, Robin returned the favor, and the
two guys began slowly stroking each other in time, two fists moving back
and forth on two very hard dicks. Robin watched, fascinated, as Tim's
dickhead poked out of his fist before being covered up again, while his was
doing the same in Tim's fist. He was worried that his enthusiastic pounding
might be hurting Tim, though.
     "I think maybe we could use some lube."
     "Yeah, good idea," agreed Tim, his dick flexing in Robin's hand. "You
put it on the nightstand, I think." Reluctantly, Robin released his grip,
and was scooting up the bed to get the lube when an idea hit him. He
squirted a bit of lube in his right palm, then set the lube down by the
pillow. Robin gathered up his feet and sat on his heels, then pushed Tim
back onto the bed and dove down between his legs, his tongue tickling Tim's
inner thighs as his lubed hand wrapped around Tim's dick. Forgetting his
own request for discretion, Tim let out a loud moan and arched his back,
getting even louder when Robin moved to his balls and bathed them with his
tongue.
     "Aw, Robin, do it, man," he panted. "That feels so great."
     Robin surfaced from Tim's balls for a moment and caught his breath.
"Couldn't be as great as you taste." He switched to the other side, using
his tongue to probe the crease between Tim's thigh and his balls. His
tongue lapped up Tim's ballsweat, making both of them moan.
     "Suck them, pal," pleaded Tim. So Robin complied, his fist speeding up
on Tim's lubed dick as he sucked each of Tim's balls into his mouth,
forming a tight vacuum around them and massaging them with his tongue. "Oh,
stop, man, stop, you're gonna make me cum!" Robin quickly ceased his
stroking motion, but continued sucking on Tim's balls. Tim took a moment to
regain control, then sat up and pushed Robin away, before pulling Robin's
legs apart and sucking his buddy's balls in return. Robin writhed and
moaned and clutched at the sheets as Tim's mouth roved around his crotch,
briefly dipping below his balls to lick and nibble at the muscle beneath
them. His hand finally closed around Robin's dick, and he made a little
noise of surprise upon discovering that Robin had produced a fair amount of
precum - certainly enough to start stroking him with.
     "Oooh," moaned Robin as Tim began flicking his wrist. He'd never had a
jackoff session like this - certainly the sensations on his own had never
been so intense, although the attention Tim was paying to his balls was no
doubt helping.  It was almost amazing how naturally it was all coming to
them both. It made sense that a pair of guys who had spent their entire
adolescent lives jacking off would know just what to do for one another,
but somehow he hadn't even imagined that it would feel this great.
     Tim's strokes were getting slower as Robin's precum began to soak into
his skin. "I think you need some more lube," he observed. Robin lifted his
head blissfully.
     "It's by the pillow," he murmured.
     "No," said Tim. "I think I have a better idea."
     Robin cocked his head curiously as Tim scooted up the bed toward him.
His eyes widened as he realized what Tim was about to do, and he rested his
hands on Tim's hips to steady him. Slowly, Tim lowered his crotch toward
Robin. An electric feeling passed between them as Tim's dickhead gently
touched Robin's.  Both of the guys moaned softly, and Robin arched his back
in pleasure, causing his entire shaft to press against Tim's lubed one.
     "I can feel your balls rubbing mine," Tim gasped in Robin's ear.
     "You're leaking precum on me," Robin replied, his hands moving around
to Tim's back. Robin pulled them back down to the bed together, holding
Tim's body tightly against his as they begin to hump each other, slick
shafts sliding back and forth between them.
     "Your chest hair feels so cool," whispered Tim.
     "I don't have that much."
     "You have enough."
     "Thanks." Robin squeezed one of Tim's buttcheeks as the guys picked up
the pace, slamming their swollen dicks into each other. Tim rolled onto his
side, pulling Robin over with him, and reached between him to grab both of
their dicks in his fist. Robin moaned as Tim squeezed their shafts together
firmly, and began to buck his hips, sliding his dick in and out of Tim's
fist so that the entire length of their shafts rubbed together.
     Tim was starting to breathe hard. "I don't think I can last a whole
lot longer, man."
     "Don't try," Robin told him. "I can't wait to feel you cum."
     "You got it, pal. Careful though, I'm liable to spray you."
     "I don't mind you spraying me if you don't mind me spraying you."
     "Uhhh... yeahhh... I'd love that, Robin..."
     Robin clutched at Tim's back for stability as he pumped his hard-on
against Tim's. "I think I'm almost there too..."
     "Ohh, you shouldn't have told me that... I'm gonna... uhhhhhh!"
     Robin let his autopilot take over, moving his hips fast and hard, as
he felt Tim lose control. His roommate's body was jerking in his arms as
Tim blew his load, hot cum gushing all over both their crotches and, no
doubt, all over Robin's bedsheet. The cum lubricated them even further, and
knowing that he had his buddy's cum on his dick only made Robin
hornier. Weeks without a good jackoff session, and the unbelievable
pleasure he was getting with Tim, were surely building him toward a
mind-blowing orgasm. He realized he'd gone past the point of no return, and
managed to croak:
     "Gonna blow, man!"
     ...and then he buried his face in Tim's neck and held on for dear life
as his hips bucked furiously, the biggest load he'd ever shot dripping down
Tim's chest and stomach.
     "Awwww, wow!" he heard Tim murmur as his body and heartrate started to
slow down. Robin realized he'd been holding his breath, and slowly let it
go against Tim's neck. He felt his roommate's arms encircle him. Their
heads lowered to rest on the pillow together as they relaxed, each of them
occasionally emitting a moan of contentment. The exertion of the past hour
had thoroughly sapped the two of them of both energy and cum, and soon
sleep overtook them.

     Robin slept deeply, but not long. He snapped back to wakefulness half
an hour before the alarm was due to ring, finding that he and Tim had
shifted during the night. Now he was staring at the back of Tim's shoulder,
both of their bodies spooned close together, his left arm around Tim's
rising and falling chest.  He spent a few minutes listening to Tim breathe,
and boggling with disbelief at the chain of circumstances that had led to
him here, naked and cuddling in bed with his roommate. But, as comfortable
as he was, he had class with Professor Bubbles in an hour and a half, and
there was breakfast to eat too. Robin took one last breath of Tim's scent
before reluctantly disengaging himself from his roommate's warm body, and
slowly clambered out of bed. Tim stirred briefly, but didn't wake.  Robin
quietly put on a towel and picked up his shower caddy, then slipped out the
door.

     The shower room was empty, as usual. Robin still wasn't sure quite how
the other guys on the hall got by without having a morning shower, but
maybe they all just had late classes. It really didn't matter to him - it
had provided him with ample jackoff opportunities in the past, and besides,
every once in a while he liked to hum a tune in the shower. Being caught at
either one would have been intensely embarrassing. As he shampooed his
hair, Robin pondered the future. Last night had built up a high level of
horny in his system, and he really felt the need to let it out. But, then
again, he had a jackoff buddy for a roommate now. Chances were good that he
might never have to do it on his own again, if he didn't want to.  Robin
massaged his scalp and considered this. Did he want to do it on his own
sometimes? Well, sure, why not. Next question: if he did it on his own now,
would he still be ready to go at it again with Tim later, if he wanted to?
Unquestionably.  Problem solved. Robin rinsed the shampoo out of his hair
and leaned back against the shower wall.
     As he worked his dick up to a full erection, lubricating it with the
water cascading from the showerhead, Robin replayed scenes from last night
in his head.  He remembered the feel of Tim's hard-on in his hand, and the
way their chests had felt rubbing together. The memory alone made his knees
a little weak, and Robin was relieved to have the shower wall for
comfort. He couldn't wait to get back to the dorm room tonight and have
some more fun with Tim again, for real. But he was jarred out of his
remembrance by the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut. Had someone
just come in? Robin let go of his dick and moved closer to the curtain to
see if he could hear anything. Suddenly, it was pulled aside.  Robin's
hands went to his crotch just by reflex, his eyes widening, until he saw
who was on the other side, wearing only a tented towel: Bill Clinton.
     No, no, it was Tim. Were you scared?
     Robin grinned widely as Tim undid the knot on his towel and hung it on
the hook over Robin's. "Good thing it was you in here," he chuckled, and
stepped into the shower as Robin moved back. Tim drew the curtain back over
the opening and turned to face his roommate. "You realize this is the first
time I've seen you naked in the daylight," he said, his eyes roving over
Robin's body, just as Robin's were doing to his.
     "Sure is," Robin nodded, rubbing Tim's shoulder, "although I got to
see a lot of you walking around the room in your boxerbriefs."
     Tim winked. "I saw you watching in the mirror a couple of times. Don't
get embarrassed, it only made me do it more. It was neat knowing you were
interested."
     "Who wouldn't be?"
     Tim blushed, and looked down at Robin's dick, which had grown back to
full hardness. "Your pubes are so cool," he observed, running a finger
through them. "Bright red, I've never seen that."
     "Nah," said Robin, cupping Tim's balls again, "your dark ones are
cooler."
     Tim looked back up and smiled. "No way."
     Robin took a step closer to him. "Yes way."
     Tim stepped as close as he could, pressing their bodies together and
wrapping his arms around Robin as Robin did the same. Tim's half-boner
pressed into Robin's balls as Robin's dick ground into Tim's pubes. "I'll
teach you to argue with me." One of his hands moved up to the back of
Robin's neck, applying pressure until Robin acquiesced and bent his head so
that their foreheads rested together. His breath was already quickening, as
was Tim's, and he could feel Tim's dick lengthening and poking him behind
the balls.
     "Thanks for last night, bud," breathed Robin. "It was incredible."
     "Wait until you see this morning," whispered Tim, then angled his head
upward and gently kissed Robin.
     There were no fireworks, but Robin thought the reality of the
situation was even better than cliche could ever have conveyed. He felt
Tim's surprisingly soft lips against his own. The breath from Tim's
nostrils was warm against his upper lip. And he could feel Tim's stubble
lightly scratching his chin and cheek.  He moaned again, this time into
Tim's mouth, and clutched him tightly. Tim's dick continued to stab him
behind the balls as their kissing intensified, sucking gently on each
other's lips, their tongues wrestling in each other's mouth. The two of
them spent about five minutes doing nothing but slowly kissing and rubbing
bodies, until the buildup of need became so great that every light touch of
skin against skin sent incredibly pleasurable impulses through every
nerve. They began kissing hungrily, grabbing at each other, hands running
through each other's hair as the water from the shower sprayed over their
naked bodies.
     With a moan, Robin broke the kiss, and leaned down to suck on Tim's
right nipple. Tim sighed, reaching up to steady himself against the wall as
Robin's tongue worked its magic on him. Robin tugged on his nipple rather
firmly, eliciting quiet grunts from Tim as his dick jumped. When Robin
finally released his nipple, he took advantage of Tim's outstretched arm to
run his tongue through the sweaty hairs of Tim's unshowered armpit. The
taste of Tim's sweat immediately reminded Robin of the few whiffs he had
gotten of Tim's masculine scent during the semester, and he lapped hungrily
at it, careful not to make Tim overly ticklish. Tim rubbed the back of
Robin's head, pushing him tighter into his pit. Robin practically purred,
savoring the salty pungent flavor, leaking precum into Tim's pubes. He
moved on, tongue tracing lines over Tim's shoulder and along his jawline,
circling his ear and sucking on the lobe.
     "Lemme taste it, pal." Tim turned his head and he and Robin kissed
hungrily again, Tim tasting his own scent on Robin's tongue. They moaned
again, dicks sliding against each other's wet body in the steamy shower.
     This time Tim broke the kiss. "Turn around for me, man." Robin obeyed
without a word, turning to face the wall while Tim reached down to pull
Robin's soap out of his caddy. A quick nibble on Robin's buttcheek, and Tim
stood back up, lathering up his hands. With one hand, he rubbed the soap
along his hard-on, then lathered up again and moved behind Robin. He guided
his dick between Robin's thighs, poking his balls from behind, then leaned
against his roommate's back and reached around to grip Robin's dick.
     Robin gasped at the feel of Tim's soapy hand on his hard-on, which was
starting to literally ache from need. He could feel his friend's meat
sliding between his thighs as Tim started to move his pelvis back and
forth. Tim's hand began to move in time with the rest of his body, and
Robin rested his forehead on his arm as he concentrated on the feeling of
Tim's hand on his dick and Tim's dick between his legs.
     "Squeeze them tighter together," Tim requested, resting his chin on
Robin's shoulderblades. He turned his head until his cheek was against
Robin's skin, as Robin drew his legs closer together, forming a tighter
seal for Tim to thrust his dick into. Tim kept up his pace on Robin's
dick... a loose grip at the base, tightening as his fist ascended toward
Robin's dickhead. With the aftereffects of last night's intense session,
combined with the incredible feelings that were coursing through Robin's
body as Tim's hand pounded his pole, Robin suddenly felt that he might not
last very long.
     "Dude, you'd better slow down there... you've already got me on the
edge."
     Tim continued thrusting away behind Robin. "That makes two of us. And
seeing as how you have to get to class, I don't think I'm gonna be
stopping.  I think I'm gonna make you blow your load all over the shower
wall."
     "Awww, yeah," moaned Robin, starting to buck his hips a little.
     "But you'd better believe we're going to have a good long edging
session tonight...how does at least four hours sound to you?"
     Robin got a sudden mental image of himself and Tim, sprawled out on
the floor naked, playing with each other's bodies for hours. "Ohhhh man..."
he groaned, trying to keep as quiet as possible in the public shower as his
orgasm suddenly seemed a whole lot closer.
     "I guess you like the idea!" grinned Tim, craning his neck to watch as
Robin started pumping his load of semen all over the wall, some splattering
on the floor.
     "Ahhhhhhhhh!" grunted Robin.
     "Yeah man... yeah, spray that wall just like I'm gonna spray your
balls..."
     Despite his orgasm, Robin had enough presence of mind to start banging
his hips back against Tim's thrusts. "Do it, bud," he urged, short of
breath but turned on. "I'd love to feel your hot cum dripping off my
balls."
     "Unghhhh," grunted Tim as he leaned back to get a better angle, his
pelvis slapping against Robin's skin as his soapy dick went in and out of
the tight enclosure made by Robin's legs. "Ready, pal?"
     "Way ready,"sighed Robin, reaching back to caress Tim's hip with one
hand.
     "Here you go, roomie!" Tim growled in his ear. "Aw yeah! Uhhh! Uhhhh!
Ohhhh yeah!" With each grunt, Robin felt another blast of cum hit his
balls; the thick, hot liquid dripped through the hair on his balls to
splatter on the shower floor, mingling with the hot water and swirling down
the drain. "Ohhh wow," Tim said, finally drained. "I've never done it with
a buddy in the shower before."
     Robin turned around and gathered Tim into his arms, holding him tight
under the shower spray. "We'll have to be sure it's not the last time,
either." He closed his eyes and felt Tim's breathing slow down. Now that he
had a jackoff buddy for a roommate, he was definitely going to be spending
a lot of time at the dorm. And he had a feeling one of the beds was pretty
much gonna go unused.  He gave Tim a squeeze.
     Robin suspected he'd never have to find another roommate again.

                             THE END