Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2005 17:34:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: 428 College St - Chapter 1

428 College St
By Bacteriaburger

Chapter 1

      I remember the apartment, as dirty as it was.  It was actually a
house, in a row of houses, in a section of the city that could only be
described as the college ghetto.  We had a filthy couch and other disused
furniture clogging up the porch.  The screen door was broken, so somebody
had torn it off and set it next to the door.  The mailbox swung from a
rusty nail.
	Inside, it had the distinct smell of cigarettes and fried food.
The cigarette smell was from all of us, but the fried food smell was a
symptom of Darrin's eating habits.  He didn't eat vegetables, and he didn't
know how to cook, so when he ran out of money for take out, he just threw
shit into a deep fryer, until the whole place would fill with smoke, and
you felt like you were breathing grease.
	Yeah, the place was definitely lacking in some areas--the walls had
their share of holes, punched in during various drunken rages, and the
carpet was a cesspool of cigarette remains and God knows what else; but the
place had character.  It wasn't our first college apartment, but it felt
like the first semi-functional and comfortable household we'd been in since
we'd came to State University.
	As for what happened there...well, let's just say that the reason
the place holds such an exalted place in my mind is largely due to what
went on there among me and my friends.  In a lot of ways, 428 College
Street changed my life.

	I had lived in the dorm my first year of college, with Darrin.  I
guess we fancied ourselves outcasts in our little suburban hellhole of a
hometown we grew up in, which really didn't change that much after we got
to college.
      To say our room was small would be to understate the situation.  We
had to walk over each other to move around.  Life in the dorms was so
bizarre--like some weird youth experiment, an extension of the animal
experimentation going on in other parts of the University.  Everyone
crammed into these little rooms, in these huge buildings--maximizing your
social interaction, but minimizing your privacy.
	It was by virtue of the dorm experience that we met Randy.  Darrin
and I had been smoking on the huge patio underneath the dorm towers, when
this brash guy came up to us and asked for a cigarette.  He was a
character.  He talked a lot.  But I warmed up to him, and so did Darrin,
and before you knew it we had a new friend.
	Randy lived in the dorms, too, and he hated his roommate.
	"Computer nerd," he said.  "He just sits around all day in front of
the computer, waiting for me to leave so he can beat off."  It started out
that Randy would just crash on the floor after we'd been drinking.  Then he
brought a sleeping bag and pillow, then he just moved in.
	That first year was a mess of trying to navigate both school and a
whole new social order.  With Randy around, things started to make sense.
Not only did we have a crew, but Randy was a motivator--he made us get out
and do things.  We started following the flow of people streaming out of
the dorms and looking for parties in the south end of town.  We'd follow
the party trains from the dorms and into the streets of our college town,
looking for parties.  Randy was a treasure in times like that--he was
crafty and he was charming.  We'd usually end up getting in and drinking
all night without ever paying $3 for a cup.
	Darrin was just as indispensable--the monthly allowance his parents
gave him meant that we could afford essential things like weed and the
occasional drug trip.
	Where we didn't get along fine was meeting other people.  Randy was
pretty vocal about wanting to get laid, and I was definitely up for meeting
other people, but in all honesty we were pretty clueless.
      Darrin, a cute, innocent little Italian skater boy, would have girls
just come up to him.  He was so shy and awkward, though, and he didn't know
how to handle it.  Girls would get bored, or weirded out, and leave.  It
would drive Randy crazy, but he was just as bad as talking to girls as
Darrin, albeit in a different way.  Randy would go up to a girl and talk to
her, but his play was pretty raw.  He didn't seem to know the difference
between flirting and aggravating, and he usually just ended up pissing them
off.
      One night, I guess we were all pretty frustrated, because as the
party was breaking up Randy shouted
      "Any girls want to come home with me?  I eat pussy."  We got a bunch
of stares--some pitying, some hostile, so I figured that meant it was time
to go home.  We headed back to the dorms, drunk and frustrated.
      Darrin and I crawled into bed, while Randy crashed out in his spot on
the floor.  We turned out the lights and Randy started talking about the
different girls at the party, entertaining various fantasies that would
never happen.
      "What about that dark-haired skinny chick with all the piercings on
her face?" Randy said.  "I'd let her give me a rim job."  Darrin and I had
a laugh over that.
      "Yeah right dude, she wouldn't go near your nasty ass," I said.
      "My ass isn't nasty.  It's cleaner than yours, anyway." Randy said.
      "What, have you been sniffing my underwear again?" I said.
      "Fuck you," Randy said.  There was a moment where nobody said
anything, then Randy spoke up again.
      "I'd definitely let her give me a hand job."
      "Yeah, I'd let her give me a hand job," Darrin concurred.
      "Me too," I said.  There was a long silence, the dorm was unusually
quiet.  I started getting hard, and I don't know how I could explain this
to you, but I sensed that Randy and Darrin were, too.  There was just a
sexual energy in the room.  I laid there, sleep not even an option, staring
into the darkness above my bed.  The tension seemed to grow with each
breath.
      "I am fucking horny," Randy finally proclaimed.
      "Yeah," Darrin and I said at the same time.
      "I don't know about you guys, but I need to beat off," said Randy.  I
waited for Darrin to say something, but he didn't.
      "Go ahead," I said, "I don't give a shit."  It was an offhand thing
to say, I really didn't expect him to do it.  So I was a little shocked
when I heard him sliding off his shorts.
      "I'll try not shoot any cum on your beautiful carpet," he said.  I
could make out Randy's form pretty well from the lights outside the window.
His erection, which I'd spotted tenting out his boxers before but had never
actually seen, was laying against his belly.  It looked thin and lean, and
about at throbbingly hard as mine felt.  He licked the palm of his hand,
wrapped it around his cock, and started stroking.
      As I watched him beat off, my initial feeling of shock faded,
becoming something like jealousy.  I desperately wanted to get off too, but
something about just doing it in the room with them made me nervous.  How
could Randy just do it so nonchalantly?  It actually started to piss me
off, and I was going to say something when Darrin spoke up.
      "Are you really jerkin off?" Darrin said.  I guessed he couldn't see.
Randy didn't respond, just kept pounding away at his prick.
      "Dude," I said to Randy, "what the fuck are you doing?"
      "I'm beating off," Randy said, sounding surprised.  "You said I
could."
      "Fuck, I didn't think you'd actually do it."
      "Well, what the fuck's the big deal?  You wanna jerk off too, don't
you?  Just do it.  I won't look, if that's what you're worried about," he
said, then he turned his attention back to his cock.
      "Shit," Darrin said above me.  Then he laughed.  "Might as well," he
said, and I could hear him sliding off his pants.  For a minute I thought
everyone around me had gone crazy.  But the more I laid there and listened
to them; Randy's labored breath as he pumped away, Darrin's little sighs as
he stroked his own; the less I tried to fight it.  I wasn't about to lay
there and let them get off while I was just as hard-up as they were.
      I slid out from under my sheets and peeled off my underwear.  My cock
was hard as a rock, and the moment I let it loose I knew I'd done the right
thing.  With one hand I cupped my balls, and with the other I took hold of
my hot bone, rubbing the pre-cum around to get it nice and slick.
      I glanced over at Randy and noticed that he had slowed down, and was
working his prick in long, slow strokes.  Contrary to his earlier comment,
he was looking right at me; our eyes met and then he looked straight at my
prick.  I knew he was kind of curious about my cock, just like I'd been
kind of curious about his, so I held it up for him to see.  My cock's
pretty big.  I could tell it was bigger than Randy's.
      We both went back to stroking our dicks, but now and again I'd catch
little glances of Randy jerking off.  He would start with slow, easy
strokes, then get himself really worked off to where he was raising his ass
off the floor and pounding on it.  Then he'd relax to catch his breath and
slow down again.
      I'd been close since the moment I'd wrapped my fingers around my
prick, but I decided to take it slow just to make it last.  The mattress
above me shifted a little, and I could hear Darrin's moans start to
increase, so I figured he was getting close.  Finally, with a great
"Uuuuugggghhhh" followed by "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Darrin came.
      Randy shot next, raising his ass as far as he could off the floor and
pointing his cock straight at his face.  His first shot reached almost up
to his neck, the majority of it landing on his chest.  To my amazement, he
started rubbing his load into his skin with the palm of his hand, shooting
even more on his stomach.  He ran his hand down and slathered his cum all
over his chest and nipples, tweaking them as he came down, shakingly, from
his orgasm.
      That about did it for me, and I cupped my balls tightly as the load
pumped out of my cock, shooting thick streams of steaming cum across my
chest and stomach.  I felt so turned on I decided to do what Randy did, and
I rubbed the cum all over my hairless chest and nipples.  Randy, like he
was waiting for me to finish, turned around and tucked his head in the
pillow.  Pretty soon I could hear Darrin snoring above me.  I was still
wide awake, so I decided to head down to the showers and clean myself up.
      I felt a little discombobulated by what had happened.  But thinking
about the situation we were in, all cramped in that tiny dorm like caged
apes, it seemed even more retarded that we'd spent all that time avoiding
the one thing all guys loved to do.  It wasn't like a secret that all of us
enjoyed jerking off.
      I realized how sexually frustrated I'd been, stealing wanks here and
there in the bathroom stalls.  The idea that we could jerk off around each
other and not have hang-ups about it was like a revelation.  In my heart I
hoped that this wasn't going to be just a drunken thing that we'd never
talk about again.
      The truth was it had actually been kind of thrilling.
      I chalked that up to the novelty of the situation, and tried to fall
asleep.


      The alarm went off at 9 am.  I heard Darrin stirring above me, then
he dangled his big feet over the side of the bunk, and slid off onto the
floor.  He was still naked, and I glanced at his hairy butt as he rooted
around in a pile of clothes.  I heard Randy yawn and looked over to see him
stretching his arms over his head.  I sat up and rubbed my eyes.  My head
throbbed.
      "Shit," I heard Darrin say, and I looked over at him.  He was facing
the wall, looking down at his body.
      "What?" I asked, and Darrin turned around.  He had a slim, hairy
body.  His thick cock hung heavily from a thatch of black hair.  My eyes
widened at the size of it--he'd told me it was big, but I'd always just
assumed it was as big as mine.  It seemed like I'd miscalculated, and he
had a big Italian whopper of a cock.  In one hand he held a pair of
underwear, and with the other he was picking at the dried come stuck in the
hairs of his stomach. I looked over at Randy and noticed he was checking
Darrin out, too.
      "Fucking dried cum all caked up in my hair and shit," Darrin said.
Randy laughed and sat up.
      "Why didn't you wipe yourself off last night?" I asked.  Darrin
shrugged and started putting on his boxer shorts.
      "I was tired and I didn't have anything to use."
      "I took a shower," I said.
      "Seriously?" Darrin said, pulling on the same pair of jeans he'd worn
yesterday.  "Shit, I must've passed out right after I came."
      "Me too," Randy said.  "Fuck my head hurts," he added, standing up.
He was naked, too.  Randy had a little hair on his thick chest, but I
couldn't see any dried cum in it.  I guess it was because he'd rubbed it
all into his skin.  I felt weird about watching him do that, so I decided
not to mention it.
      Randy stood there for a minute in front of the window, stretching his
arms above his head.  I checked him out.  It was unusual for us to be so
naked around each other.  Of course, nudity was pretty inevitable in the
dorms, and we'd gotten dressed in front of each other numerous times.  But
I would always turn my head, or we'd try to hide it, doing it quickly while
turned toward the wall.
      "Did you wanna go to the library and do that thing for Psychology?"
he said to Darrin, running his hand through his hair.  He didn't seem the
least bit uncomfortable being naked in front of us, like he was giving us
ample time to check him out.
      "Yeah, that's cool," Darrin said, glancing down at Randy's modest
piece.
      I figured it was my turn, so I stood up and stretched my arms over my
head.  I'm not ashamed of my body at all--I've got a nice muscular build,
and my cock hangs pretty good when it's flaccid.
      "What are you up to today, Nate?" Randy asked, looking me over.
      "I don't have shit to do except start that existentialism paper," I
said.
      "Fuck you dude, I hate having a class on Saturday," Darrin said,
glancing at me.  It was kind of funny, the way we were checking each other
out so casually.  Randy had a hand under his nuts, scratching himself.  "I
gotta go take a piss," Darrin said, leaving the room.
      Randy looked over at me and smirked.
      "Who knew Darrin was carryin' a piece like that?" he said.  I
laughed.
      "No shit, dude," I said, grabbing my pants off the floor.  I sat down
to put them on.  Randy was staring absently toward me.  He still had a hand
under his balls, absently massaging the spot underneath.  If I wasn't
mistaken, his cock seemed to have fattened a little.
      "Fuck man, I'm still horny," he said, looking at me.  I didn't say
anything, and he turned away and started getting dressed.  "You can jack
off all day if you want to, you lucky fucker," he said.
      "Yeah..." I said.  I wanted to talk to Randy about everything that
had happened, but I didn't know how to approach it and I didn't want to
risk sounding stupid.  Just then, Darrin came back into the room.
      "Are you gonna pick up that sack from McConnell?"  Randy asked me.
      "Yeah, I'll bike over there in a couple hours," I said.  We agreed to
meet up after that, and they started out the door.
      "See ya," I said.
      "See ya," Darrin said, stepping out of the door.  Randy turned to me
and put his fist in front of his crotch, making a jerking motion.
      "Happy cycling," he said, and shut the door.

To be continued...

This is the first chapter of a book that is finished, but is mostly
unrevised.  I'm hoping some positive feedback will motivate me to finish
it, because at this point I have no interest in revising the damn thing.
It's almost 90 pages long, and I'm sick of it.

Please, write me: arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com