Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2019 14:34:06 -0400
From: faultyfurnace@gmail.com
Subject: The Guys on My Floor Chapter 1

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       Back when I was in college, I lived in the dorms freshman year,
rooming with this guy Mike. I knew when I first met him that I was going to
fall hard for this guy. Not only was he instantly friendly with me, quickly
developing a rapport, but he was hot as hell. He stood a full head over me,
easily 6'6", with a slender, muscular frame proportionate to his height,
and his arms and legs were covered in black hair. I could tell from the
tuft poking out of his shirt collar that he also must have had a hairy
chest, and his strong chin had a heavy five-o-clock shadow.
	"Hey man, I'm Mike! You must be Scott, right?" he greeted me in a
deep, booming voice, shaking my hand with a strong, firm grip, his huge
hand almost enclosing mine completely.
	"Yeah man, nice to meet you," I responded.
	"Looks like this is gonna be home for the next year," he said,
gesturing around the room. It was a standard set up in a rather small
space, just about enough room for two beds, two desks, and two closets, all
of which faced each other, with a small window in the center of the wall
across from the door.
	"Yup, home sweet tiny home," I said, which he laughed at. I moved
to the bed which was free, and set down my stuff, starting to put stuff
away while he did the same. "So are you from the area?" I asked him.
	"Yeah, basically grew up right around here," he said.
	"Nice, I'm from out of state actually. Guess you'll have to show me
around, then," I replied.
	"No problem man, I'll show you where the parties are," he
said. "Maybe we'll get lucky and get some girls," he winked at me. I
chuckled and halfheartedly agreed, not wanting to reveal my sexuality to
him quite yet. I hadn't gotten a full read on where he stood with that and
wanted to withhold it for the moment. By now we'd gotten most of our few
possessions arranged, books on the desks and clothes in the closet, and the
exertion was leaving us sweating in the small, warm room.
	"Damn, doesn't this place have air conditioning?" he complained. He
started pulling off his clothes, starting with his shirt before pulling
down his shorts. "That's better!' he said. "Hope you don't mind me getting
comfortable, but I figure we'll be seeing a lot of each other anyway!"
	I just shook my head no, speechless at the sight in front of
me. His stomach and chest were covered in dark, curly hair, densest in the
center of his chest and around his bellybutton, and fanning out around his
large, dark colored nipples. He wore tight, white boxer briefs, sheer
enough for me to see his big bush surrounding an obscene looking bulge.
	"Feel free to do the same," he said.
	"Thanks man, I think I might, it is pretty fucking hot in here," I
said, finding my voice finally. I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants,
showing off my own muscular body, not as hairy as he was but still pretty
furry. I was wearing a pair of the same underwear as him, Pair of Thieves,
in grey.
	"Nice man," he said, pointing to my underwear. "Underwear twins."
	"Haha, yeah. They're just really comfortable," I said, pulling at
the front of my waistband a little, and not so accidentally showing off the
top of my own bush.
	"I know what you mean. Feels like I'm wearing nothing at all," he
said. I was surprised I hadn't popped a boner by now, but felt pretty good
I hadn't. Maybe I really would be able to keep things in check around this
guy. We flopped down onto our respective beds and just chatted for a while,
getting to know each other a bit better. I kept stealing glances at his
bulge as he laid on the bed, his legs spread wide. He occasionally
scratched his stomach as he spoke, causing his junk to jiggle ever so
slightly. It was easy to see the curve of his shaft and balls as they
pressed against the fabric, and it looked like he definitely fit the
stereotype for guys as tall as him. After talking for a while, he told me
he knew of a party that night, if I was interested in going. I agreed,
saying it sounded like fun, and what else was I going to do anyway?
	"Cool man, well I'm gonna grab a shower before we head out," he
said.
	"That sounds good to me too, actually. Get some of this sweat off."
	This was an all male dorm, so we had no problem walking to the
floor bathroom in just our underwear, towels flung over our shoulders. It
was one of the first few days of move-in, and only about half the other
guys on the floor were there yet, most of whom seemed to be in their rooms
setting up or already out exploring campus.
	This dorm building was on the large side, housing a little under 50
people on each floor, and consequently had pretty spacious bathrooms,
located in the center of each floor. It was divided into three sections,
first of which was the actual bathrooms. Along one wall was a row of toilet
stalls, facing a partial wall which divided the space and was lined on
either side with urinals, the old fashioned ones which are flush with the
wall and plunge all the way down to a drain in the floor, and there were a
few more of them along the wall behind it, along with sinks and mirrors. I
always loved these kinds of urinals because the design made it impossible
to hide anything, and you could always get a good eyeful.
	Beyond this bathroom section was a changing area, with benches
lining the walls and running down the middle of the room, with hooks all
along the walls. Mike and I hung our towels up, and stripped off our
underwear, bunching them up and leaving them on the benches. As Mike was
bending down, I could see his hairy ass flexing, and then he stood up and
grabbed his stuff, heading into the shower ahead of me. I took a moment to
will myself to stay soft, and followed him. Curiously, this dorm also
featured small saunas in the bathrooms, big enough for probably 10 guys if
they were really packed in there. This feature was probably there because
of the large number of student athletes who lived in these buildings,
needing a good place to relax sore muscles. I passed the small sauna room
and headed into the shower. Showerheads lined all four walls, and there was
even a line of freestanding showerheads, two on each side of metal piping,
in the center of the tiled space. Guys using these specific heads would
have no choice but to see each other if they faced the spray at the same
time. I counted later and, at capacity, there could have been 25 guys
showering there at one time.
	Mike had chosen a spot directly in the sight line of the threshold,
and stood facing the wall as he began scrubbing his hair. I took the
opportunity of his closed eyes to take a good look at him, and was not
disappointed.  He looked totally soft, but his cock still dangled at least
8 inches, swaying gently from his motions over a set of huge hairy balls,
fully relaxed in the hot water, hanging probably four inches down. He had a
fat cockhead attached to a thick shaft. He had an obviously untrimmed bush
of black pubic hair that fanned out along his waist and down his legs to
meet the other hair. I didn't have anything to sneeze at myself, hanging
around 6 inches soft and hardening to a thick 11 inches, with my own set of
big, hairy balls. Praying that I'd stay soft just out of nervousness, I
picked a showerhead near him but not next to him, trying to strike a
balance between being able to see him and not being pervy about it. As I
turned the water on, he turned and started talking, casually scrubbing down
his hairy pits as he did so.
	"Man, these showers aren't exactly private, are they?"
	"No man, guess they were built before modesty was a thing," I
replied, scrubbing my chest.
	"Haha yeah, but I don't mind it. Our gym in high school had a
shower room just like this," he said.
	"Yeah mine too. Kinda nostalgic," I said. "Ours didn't have a
sauna, though."
	"Nor mine, but I'm pretty excited to use it. Nothing like a good
steam to unwind." By now he had started washing his junk, still half turned
towards me as we chatted. His cock was bouncing around wildly as he
vigorously scrubbed, his heavy balls swaying around underneath. I was about
to reply to him when I saw another guy walk in to the shower.
	He was a short guy, probably 5'6", but wideset and muscular, with
big beefy arms and thighs and a big barrel chest. He was cleanshaven and
had wavy, dirty blonde hair, a furry chest and stomach. A decent patch of
pubes surrounded his cock, which looked to be only 4 inches or so long but
was super thick. It sort of perched on a fuzzy set of large, tightly drawn
balls. He strode in, confidently chose one of the showerheads across from
us, and stuck out his hand to me.
	"Hey guys, I'm Mark!" he said, shaking first my hand and Mike's as
we gave him our names and greeted him. He glanced down at our crotches,
exclaiming, "Dudes, you guys are fucking hung!" I was shocked first of all
that Mark had so boldly introduced himself to two naked strangers, but that
he was now commenting on our cocks. Mike didn't seem put off by it though,
shaking his hips a little and laughing as he rinsed himself off, his cock
bouncing around as he did.
	"You guys must look like you have a kielbasa stuffed in your
pants," Mark said, still glancing at our dicks as he scrubbed his own junk.
	"Yeah and good luck finding someone who can take the whole thing,"
I chimed in, finding some confidence in how cavalier the two were being
about this. I was definitely beginning to chub up a little, but hadn't gone
fully hard yet.
	"Or even finding a girl who doesn't run screaming when they see it,
I bet," said Mark.
	"So where you live on the floor man?" asked Mike.
	"320."
	"Oh cool, we're 322, next door neighbors I guess," I said to him.
	"Nice! Well, let's just agree to keep things down if any of us are
getting lucky, right?" he laughed and winked at us. He was standing cloze
enough to us that he was able to reach out and clap my shoulder as he said
this, the little bit of body contact threatening to get me totally hard.
	"Well we'll try, but no promises!" said Mike, laughing along. We
finished up our showers and made our way back out to the changing room,
drying off and putting on the fresh underwear we'd brought. Mark was
wearing a pair of jocks which prominently displayed his perky bulge and
framed his furry ass. Again I was surprised at how cocky and confident this
guy was that he'd just wear a pair of jocks to go back down the hall. Talk
about a first day introduction.
	"So you guys getting into anything fun tonight?" asked Mark as we
gathered our stuff and walked back out towards the hall.
	"Yeah, I heard about a house party that sounded fun, you're more
than welcome," said Mike.
	"Awesome dude! Mind if my roommate comes along? He's cool."
	"More the merrier man," I said. "Let's just get dressed and head
out then?"
	"Sounds good man!" We'd reached our rooms and parted ways to get
dressed. When we closed the door, I turned to Mike.
	"Well he's pretty friendly.  And forward haha" Mike laughed
	"Yeah, not the first guy to comment on my dick in the shower
though. When you've got this much to work with guys can't help but be
impressed."
	"Haha yeah I know what you mean," I said. "The burden of being hung
I guess." Mike really got a kick out of that, slapping me on the back a
little as he laughed.
	"Dude, I think we're gonna get along just fine this year."
	After getting into some clothes, we exited the door, just at the
same time Mark and his roommate were coming out.
	"Hey guys, this is my roommate Greg," said Mark, motioning towards
the guy next to him. We greeted him, shaking our hands and giving our names
in turn. He was around my height, just a little bit taller, and was super
cute. He wore a scraggly beard and had his head shaved, although it looked
like it had been a little while because some stubble had started coming in,
betraying the fact that his hairline was already receding. For some reason
I find balding guys super hot, especially when they're as cute as this guy
was. He had big hands and a firm grip, as well as lightly furred
forearms. Glancing at his basketball shorts, I could see a fairly
noticeable bulge. It looked like he might have been freeballing.
	We started walking towards the stairs, chatting a little as we
went. It turned out that Greg and Mark actually knew each other form their
hometown, a small city just a couple hours away from here. They'd been best
friends since they were kids and spent their high school years getting
drunk, smoking weed, and chasing girls. They figured since they both ended
up going to the same school that they'd just room together, and continue
those same activities during college.
	"I mean, what else are we here for, right?" said Mark. We all
laughed at that.
	"Too true buddy," said Greg, giving his friend a fistbump. "And on
that note, gentlemen, let's get drunk! Where is this party anyway?"
	"Just a couple blocks away," said Mike. We'd left the dorm building
and began to follow his lead through the streets. The campus here had grown
next to an existing neighborhood which it had colonized through the years,
so most of the dorms and buildings were right next to a sprawling section
of standalones and rowhouses which had turned into a sort of student
slum. Beer cans, pizza boxes, and cigarette butts littered every
tree-buckled sidewalk and front yard, many still with their original,
wrought iron fencing, which had all fallen to various sides over the years,
leaning towards the house or pointing sharply outwards, with their spiked
ends, to threaten passersby. Moldering old couches sat on sagging porches,
paint flaking from the decorative turned wood rails and ornate
filigree. Kids were everywhere, out on their way to various parties,
roaming through the formerly grand neighborhood to drink and smoke and fuck
in the once beautiful homes. In short time, we arrived at the spot, where
the party was clearly under way. We all three followed Mike up the stairs
and across the porch, where a bunch of people were out drinking and
smoking. This place turned out to be a frat, so after we paid our five
dollars at the door we were let in, and made our way down to the keg in the
basement.
	This was no easy feat. The place was absolutely packed with people
already. Loud dance music thumped in the background behind a din of loud,
drunken yelling coming from the sea of people. There were students arguing
and laughing and yelling all throughout the first floor. In one room I saw
a pool table surrounded by people, where a loud and intense game was being
played. In another room was an active game of flipcup. In short it was like
a party scene from some awful college movie. We jostled our way down to the
basement, where the keg was set up and in the room beyond it a large group
of people were dancing. We all got our beers and headed upstairs, finding a
corner in one of the rooms where we could take a moment.
	"Guys, you mind if we all stick together for the time being? This
place is fucking packed!" said Mark. We all murmured our consent.
	"Plus you guys are about the only people I know here," said Greg.
	"Yeah, same here. It seems likes we're the only freshmen here,"
said Mike.
	"Lots of hot girls, though," said Mark. "Maybe I'll get lucky
tonight," he said, groping his crotch as he looked around the room.
	"No way these girls are gonna go for you," said Greg, playfully
slapping Mark's back. "At least not when I'm around!" We all laughed.
	"Fuck you man!" said Mark.
	We stood around there for a few minutes, looking around the room
and bullshitting with each other while we drank our beers, before heading
back downstairs for more. We all got another one, quickly finishing it
before rejoining the line. In short order we were three beers in, and
starting to feel the effects.
	"Dudes, let's chug these next ones and then get in there," Mark
said as we were nearing the end of the line, gesturing towards the dance
room.
	"I'm down," I said. Mike and Greg agreed, and after we'd each
gotten our beers we quickly drained them before moving in to the packed
room. The music was a good mix of danceable stuff from a range of genres,
and the whole room was into pretty much everything that was playing. Mike
and Greg pretty quickly found a couple girls to grind with, while Mark and
I were left dancing near each other. They stood on either side of us
actually, because of how close the room was, near enough that as they
grinded I could feel them pressing into my sides every once in a
while. Mark was looking around, hoping to find a girl, but didn't seem to
be having any luck, while I was just enjoying watching the lewd motions
Mike and Greg were putting on nearby.
	Mark grabbed my arm, looking like he had to say something. It was
so loud in the room and he was shorter enough than me that I had to lean
down for him to be able to shout into my ear. I could feel his hot, wet
breath on the side of my face.
	"Let's go get another beer man! It's too fucking crowded in here!"
I just nodded my head, and we slowly wormed our way out of the room and
back towards the beer line. We got another one, and decided to go have a
cigarette upstairs. It was just as crowded as before, maybe more so, but at
least there was more space than the dance room. We lit up and started to
chat while we drank our beers.
       "Dude, I wish I could find a girl down there to dance with" he
said. I could tell he was getting pretty drunk by the slight slur in his
voice, and when I replied my own betrayed my drunkenness as well.
	"Yeah man, same here," I lied. "I'm so fucking horny." That was the
truth.
	"I know right! I have to jerk off, like, 3 times a day!" he
said. "Hopefully I get some soon!"
	"Same here buddy," I said, quickly scanning his body, thinking how
much fun I could show him. "I feel sorry for Greg though, if that's how
much you have to jerk off!"
	"Nah, he doesn't care. He's just as horny as I am."
	"Well, at least he and Mike are getting some action down there." As
I said this, I saw them both coming up, on their own. "Well, scratch that I
guess," I said, pointing over towards them. They saw us and came over.
	"Dude, turns out those girls are dating a couple of the frat
brothers, we gotta leave," said Mike. We beat a hasty retreat outside, but
not before nabbing a stray bottle of whisky that just happened to be
sitting by the door. Nobody noticed us slipping out with it, and in the
warm night we cracked it open an started passing it between the four of
us. We slowly walked back to the dorm, taking deep swigs as we went, until
the half full bottle was gone. We made our way back to the dorms, and as we
got closer Mark got a lot more noticeably drunk, stumbling and weaving in
his path. By the time we got back to the floor, he looked about ready to
pass out, and Greg helped him walk down to their door.
	"Well it was fun hanging you guys, but it looks like sleeping
beauty need put to bed. I'm sure we'll be hanging again soon." Mike and I
gave our goodnights, and Mark even managed to slur out a little farewell.
	"Well I'm still up," said Mike. "You down to chill for a bit more?
I got a little weed..."
	"Fuck yeah man," I said.
	"Cool, I'll roll one up!" He started pulling off his shirt and
pants as he walked over to his dresser, standing in his underwear as he
rummaged for his stash. I guessed that he was just gonna be half naked all
the time, something I couldn't really complain about. I followed his lead
again and stripped down myself. When in Rome, right?
	He rolled a little joint on his desk, and we pulled our chairs up
to the window and opened it, blowing our smoke out that way.
	"Dude, that girl earlier had me so hard," said Mike, holding in a
breath of smoke. He exhaled and casually groped himself, showing off his
long cock and balls through the fabric.
	"Too bad man, guess you'll have to just take care of yourself
then," I said.
	"Yeah..." He sort of fell silent, gazing out the window, before
looking at me. "Hey can I ask you something man?"
	"Sure dude." I had no idea what he was going to ask me.
	"As far as jerking off in the room goes, can we agree to not give a
fuck?"
	"What do you mean?" My mouth had gone a little dry, both from the
weed and from apprehension at what he was suggesting.
	"Well, like... we both jack off right? Well, what if instead of
sneaking around and pretending like we're not both doing it in this room,
what if instead we just care about seeing the other or whipping it out when
we need to?"
	"Yeah man, I'm cool with that." I hoped I didn't sound too eager.
	"Cool!" He looked a little relieved. "Well, I hope you don't mind
if I take advantage of that now."
	"Right now?" I couldn't believe my luck. He blushed a little.
	"Well yeah, if it's cool. That girl got me so hard earlier, I just
need to blow a load."
	"Sure, go for it," I said, a little hesitantly.
	"Awesome, thanks man!" He said. He got up from his chair and went
over to grab his laptop and sat down on his bed, putting a pillow behind
his back and facing me. He glanced up from the screen and motioned beside
him with his eyes.
	"You're welcome to join, man. Figure that goes along with out
agreement."
	With my heart racing, I sat down next to him on his bed. He'd
pulled up a standard straight porn, where the girl was giving the guy
pretty bad head. It did nothing for me but I glanced next to me to see
Mike's cock begin to fill out, pressing more against his tight boxer
briefs. By the time the guy in the porn started entering the girl, he was
fully hard, straining hard and making a huge tent, and I was in the same
situation. He glanced over at me and shrugged.
       "Well here goes man," he said, and raised his hips to pull off his
underwear. A thick, foot long cock bounced out, slapping with a loud thwack
against his hairy stomach, nearly reaching the middle of his chest. He took
it in his hand and started jerking off, long strokes up and down the length
of his massive cock. I slowly followed his lead, unleashing my own thick 11
inches. He whistled low.
       "Nice cock man, bet it does some damage."
       "Same to you man." Moans from the porn started filling the air, and
his attention turned back to the screen. I kept stealing glances at his
cock. He'd started leaking precum, filling the air with his musky smell and
the wet smacking of his strokes. I was leaking plenty too, and tried my
best to match his pace, which just continued to accelerate. His eyes were
locked to the screen as he began breathing heavier as he neared his climax.
       "Gonna cum man," he grunted.
       "Fuck yeah buddy," I whispered, with my own orgasm fast approaching.
	"Oh fuuuuck," he groaned, throwing his head back and closing his
eyes in ecstasy. I furiously jerked off as I watched his fat cockhead swell
even wider, the piss slit opening up as cum began pouring out. He wasn't
much of a shooter, but a huge amount of cum oozed out of him, dripping down
messily to cover his pubes and shaft. He groaned in intense pleasure as he
did so, and I was right on the edge.
	"Fuck man, I'm gonna shoot too," I said. He opened his eyes and
looked down at my hand as I brought myself to the brink.
	"Yeah man, shoot it, shoot that load," he throatily whispered in
encouragement. His deep voice saying that was what finally set me off. I've
always been a heavy shooter, but something about the scene or the erotic
tones of the whole day made me shoot farther than I had before. My first
shot splatted audibly against the wall behind us, the successive jets of
cum plastering my face and chest. I grunted loud on each shot, giving in to
the throes of my pleasure.
	"Goddamn man. You always shoot that far?" he asked, looking at me
in amazement. "You even hit the wall!"
	"Heh, not always that far man. Guess I was just into the porn."
	"Yeah," he grinned. "And it's always more fun jerking off with a
buddy, showing off and everything." I was still catching my breath a
little.
	"Yeah man, never done that before..."
	"Well," he said, lightly slapping my thigh with his sweaty hand,
"You're welcome to jerk off with me whenever you want. Like I said, no
sense trying to pretend we're not both doing it."
	"Yeah man, thanks. Makes things a little easier I guess." I shakily
got up from the bed. "Well, I think I gotta turn in for the night."
	"Same here," he said, yawning wide. "See you in the morning man."
He stretched out on the bed, putting his pillows at the head and quickly
falling asleep. He didn't bother putting on underwear, or even cleaning up
the cum that was coating him, so I didn't bother to do either as well. I
laid on my bed, glancing over at him and watching his magnificent cock,
still glistening with spit and cum, as it softened up. I was definitely
going to have a good time in the dorms this year.