Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2008 08:47:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Frenando F <ffrenando@yahoo.com>
Subject: sex team at walden

People are more than welcome to expand on these
stories and post them, please acknowledge this by
posting them under Walden college as well.

My alarm would have gone off at eight, but I woke up
at 7:40 to Sean spanking his gloriously formed monkey
on his bed across form mine. We had our beds corner to
corner like an L in our tiny dorm room & I could hear,
feel and smell Sean as he flogged away. His breathing
combined with the familiar sound of his pre-cum lubed
dick sliding through his hand mixed with the smell of
the pre-cum dripping from his dick like a faucet and
the movement of the beds as he pumped his hips into
his fist all came together to give me an instant
hard-on.
I groaned out loud because I couldn't do anything
about my pole that was sandwiched between my stomach
and the mattress except roll over. The Sex team had a
meet today & beating off before a meet was verboten.
Like steroids in cycling, coming to a sex match with
your rocks already off was an unfair advantage.

Hearing me groan, Sean looked over at me. He was
sweating a little and the head of his cock was
flushed, he must've been at it for a while. His blonde
hair stuck out in random directions and his eyes
looked a little glazed over. More than glazed they
actually looked coated. I saw his damp goatee and a
little bit of pre-cum still in his eyebrow. Damn! The
boy was horny today! In a hi-lets-fuck voice Sean
said,
"Morning fella. Why the long dick and sad face?"

I shot him the expression that said "Have you
completely forgotten that I have a meet today?"

Sean paused, dick in hand with a huge bead of pre on
his slit and looked at me, then his dick and then back
at me.
"Shit man, I forgot, sorry bro."

In a smooth motion he gathered up the drop of pre-cum
and let his hard cock smack against his wispy treasure
trail, sending a burst of drip all over his abdomen.
The drop of jizzm joined the rest of the river that
Sean had leaked all over that made his hand and cock
glisten. He started to lick his palm clean in a little
show that had me moaning all over again--just like he
knew it would.

Sean and I had been friends since preschool. When
puberty hit us both at about the same time we were
both amazed by the changes that seemed to happen to us
overnight; my balls got way bigger and his dick
started to leak jizzm like mad. Being best friends and
naturally competitive meant we wanted to one up each
other and show off. The mutual show and tell developed
into jerking each other off and now it had gotten to
where his hand had become a near permanent fixture to
my tool and mine to his.

The first either of us would do when we got back to
the room after classes were over is go over and shove
a hand into the others boxers. Almost every week one
of us would get horny and start to jerk the other guy
off by mistake. Most of the time it happened because
our desks were side by side to the left of the door
and unless we were typing we would have a hand on the
others stuff.

Feeling a tug, you'd just lean back and let the other
guy do his thing. When I get a brain freeze writing a
paper I rub out a load to clear my head. It doesn't
have to be mine either. Sean'll half yell at me
sometimes when I jerk his dong instead of mine because
he leaks so much cum that he has to do laundry all the
time.

After licking all the juice of his hand, Sean looked
back over to me promising,
"I won't be long, but I gotta get this load off or
I'll be boned all day."
I responded with a long "RRRRrrr."
And then "just let me get out of the room before you
start up again."

Through my tented gym shorts I hung my towel, keys and
a Walden t-shirt off my rock hard cock like the coat
hanger it was. I didn't mean to parade around, but I
needed to find my toothbrush. Sean muttered, "cock
tease" under his breath as I ducked and headed out the
door down to the showers, where I kept water as cold
as I could bear centered on my dick until it started
to go down.

The stupid showers were designed for someone a lot
shorter than me, so I always have to duck to get my
face wet or wash my hair. Standing in front of the
spray a few of the early risers on my hall began
rolling in. The groggy ones mumbled a blanket hello as
they showered while the ones who were actually awake
and up on campus events saw my head over the curtain
and wished me luck as they went about their business.

Wet, but at least limp and clear headed, I meamboled
back to my room to get my stuff for the meet. I didn't
see Sean in the room as I picked up my constitutional
law homework and my ipod, I didn't need anything else.
Condoms and lube were supervised so we'd get those
from the ref's when each event started.

Sean jumped in front of me as I headed back out and
slid his left hand, covered with cum, into my shorts
and in a voice as serious as he could manage while he
worked his cum all over me said "Get a win dude."

Laughing while I grabbed his still dripping cock and
let it slick my hand before I clapped him on the back
as I stepped around him to leave. "Will do" I called
as I walked down the hall and then out of the dorm.

Sean's cum started to run down my legs as I walked out
onto the quad. A few of my friends were up to watch
the meet and as we walked together they pretended to
ask if the expanding dark wet spot on my crotch and
white globs on my legs meant I was trying bottoming
for the team.
"Naw, Sean just gave me a low-five and got me back for
holding out on him this morning."

Claire, a freshman, and a new friend who barley comes
up to my sternum on a good day was shaking her head as
she said, "I'm pretty sure Sean's straight, but man
does the dude have a thing for your riding you. What's
his thing with getting fucked?"
"Oh, he's into chicks." I told her, "An old girl
friend of his would finger him while they had sex. Or,
after Sean got used to it, to get him in the mood."

Claire looked impressed. "I tried that once with a
boyfriend in high school.  He flipped shit when I even
brought it up."
The breakfast line would take some time, and I decided
to surprise her, so I kept telling the story in
between bites of bagel.
"One time he walked in on her masturbating with a
vibrator. She had him strip down to and then had him
hold the vibrator and use it on her. Then she started
to finger him in time with the rhythm he had set up
until they were both too hot to not fuck. When he was
about to cum she replaced her fingers with the
vibrator. According to Sean it was the strongest
orgasm he'd had."

The cashier's chair was right at the level of my groin
and when it was my turn the
first thing he saw was my wet crotch. I gave my best
sheep dog grin while I fumbled around for my wallet.
Claire was still pretty flushed from the story and
after she finished paying she croaked, "So, when did
you start fucking then?"
My three other friends who were with us smirked as
they saw my eyes light up; I couldn't keep from
grinning wickedly as I told her in a sage voice "On
the endurance team you have to be able to hold out
even when you're having the fuck of your life. You
could ask Sean if you really need to know."