Date: Fri, 30 Oct 1998 22:02:59 -0500
From: Greg Eckhardt <eckhardt@injersey.com>
Subject: Dorm Shower Lover - Part 2

Here is the second part of my story.

Please send me any comments you may have.  I love to hear from guys who
have read my stuff.  My e-mail address is eckhardt@injersey.com.

Please note that this story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to
actual persons or events is coincidental.  It is intended for adults who
are not offended by descriptions of male/male sexuality.  Do not read it if
you are under legal age in your area or if you are offended by such
material.

You are free to copy this story for your own use, but please do not modify
it in any way or republish it in any forum.  Thank you.

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Dorm Shower Lover
By Greg Eckhardt

Chapter 2

I didn't see Jeff at all over the course of the next several weeks.  As
usual, our opposing schedules prevented even the most passing encounters.
My life carried on with its usual routine.

In that time, I tried not to think too much about the possible
repercussions of what had happened.  It occurred to me that Jeff might
broadcast the news of my homosexuality all over the dorm.  The last thing I
needed was the other residents calling me derogatory names, pulling
juvenile pranks, or who knew what else.

What's more, the whole business had me feeling awfully cheap and dirty.  I
had abased myself so completely before him.  I felt that Jeff had used me,
but paradoxically I also felt that I had used him.

By the same token, I couldn't help but become aroused at the memory of
living out such powerful fantasy.  Every time I reviewed the course of
events on that night, my cock became almost painfully erect and I had to
jerk off to release the tension.  I masturbated a lot during that time.

The fact that Jeff wanted it to happen again both delighted and depressed
me.  The sexual side of my nature couldn't wait for another opportunity to
taste his gorgeous flesh.  The rational side saw it only as
self-destructive behavior.  And the emotional side was caught in the
middle, being possessed by fear and lust, frustration and self-disgust, all
in equal measure.

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About a month after my first brush with him, just when I was beginning to
feel normal again, Jeff wandered into my life on another quiet Saturday
night.  I was alone in my dorm room studying.  My roommate had long since
departed for home.  I was planning to do homework for another hour or so
then get dressed for a party that I had been invited to.

I wasn't really looking forward to the party.  I didn't even know the guy
who was throwing it.  A friend had asked me to come along.  I had agreed
simply because I had nothing better to do.

It was about six o'clock in the evening when there was a knock at my door.
Believing that my companion for the party had arrived early, I shouted for
her to enter.  When the door opened, without even turning around from my
desk, I called out, "Hello."  A little sourly, I added, "You're early."

"Early.  I didn't even know you were expecting me," retorted a voice that
didn't belong there at that time.  Jeff had surprised me again.  As I
turned around, he smiled and added, "Hello, Craig."

"Oh!" I said, startled into actually jumping a little off my chair.  "Hi,
Jeff," I greeted him, growing quickly nervous.

"How's it going?" he asked companionably, those crystalline blue eyes
sparkling brilliantly.

"Okay, but damn, you startled me.  I was expecting my friend Karen."

"Oh.  Should I leave then?" he asked, seeming disappointed.

"No, that's okay.  I'm not expecting her for a while.  In fact, if you were
her, I was going to lay into you for showing up early.  I'm not even ready
to go yet."  I emphasized the last part by gesturing to the sweatpants and
T-shirt that I was wearing.

"So where are you going?"

"Some friend of Karen's over on College Ave. is throwing a mid-semester
bash.  I don't know him, but apparently he has a party practically every
weekend.  And Karen insists that I go with her this time.  She has somehow
gotten it into her head that she needs to develop my social life.  To be
perfectly honest, I don't really want to go and I was thinking of blowing
her off."

Jeff appeared to brighten at this last revelation.  "Do you want to hang
out with me tonight?"

"What were you going to do?"  I inquired warily.  I was skeptical that he
was interested solely in the pleasure of my warm companionship.  It was
more likely that he was just horny and looking for another blowjob.

"Just crash out in my room.  Watch some TV.  No big deal."  He shrugged.
"My roommate's not around so I wouldn't mind the company."

Jeff's studiedly casual reply confirmed my suspicions, but although I was
on edge, I was also kind of in the mood.  Besides, he was looking mighty
fine.  Seeing that adorable face and perfect physique again made the
decision easy.

After the barest pause, I said, "Oddly enough, that sounds better than this
party.  I probably won't know anyone there besides Karen, and I really
don't look forward to having her introduce me around like I was her social
charity case for the week."

"So come hang with me, then," he said, smiling.  "You don't even have to
change clothes."

"Okay, I will.  Just let me leave a note for her."  Closing my books and
extinguishing the desk lamp, I rose and crossed the room to the door.  I
opened it and scrawled a short note on the message board mounted outside,
quickly quashing a momentary flash of guilt.  Karen would get along just
fine without me.

"Okay," I said when I was finished.  "Let's get out of here before she
shows up."

We moved quickly next door to his room.  Once inside, Jeff turned on the
TV, kicked off his sneakers, and collapsed on his bed.  I perched myself
tensely on his desk chair.  For a while, we made small talk.

Being by nature a shy and reserved person, I am not a great
conversationalist, even under ideal conditions.  My agitation at that
moment only made matters worse.  As a consequence, there were times when I
became uncomfortably quiet and times when I prattled on hurriedly and
disjointedly.

To his credit, Jeff was genuinely nice through it all.  I had thought at
first that he would pounce on me like he had in the showers, but he seemed
content to simply relax and talk.  He was a good listener, sincerely
interested in getting to know me.  Moreover, he sensed my discomfiture and
tried to allay my fears.  As the evening progressed, his easygoing manner
gradually calmed me down.

After a while, I found myself growing relaxed, even mellow, in Jeff's
company.  He and I progressed from trivia to more profound subjects.  To my
amazement, I discovered that we actually had interests, goals and feelings
in common.  In spite of myself, I began to perceive Jeff as a real person,
not merely as a sex object.  I almost felt disappointed to learn that his
macho attitude, which I had found so sexy, was really just an affected
facade.  This was more than offset, however, by the fact that he was a
likeable guy whom I could come to consider a friend.

All of these revelations helped to defuse the intensity of the situation
and put me at ease.  Nonetheless, I was grateful when Jeff put on the
television to watch "Star Trek: The Next Generation," which gave me an
excuse to be quiet.  During the commercial breaks, we chatted a little,
touching on neutral subjects like classes and campus life.  When the show
resumed, we fell silent.  As the credits finally rolled at the end of the
program, I felt at a loss.  I wasn't sure if we were going to continue our
genteel conversation or watch some more television or engage in some other
activity.

"Where's Susan tonight?" I asked spontaneously, referring to his
girlfriend.  He had mentioned her name earlier.

"She's at home with her folks.  Her grandparents are visiting, so she took
off early to spend some time with them.  She really adores her grandfather.
The two of them have been buddies since she was a little girl."

"That's cool," I said, nodding my head.  "But it leaves you all alone on a
Saturday night, doesn't it?"

"Oh, I could've gone with her.  She did invite me to come along, but I've
got schoolwork to do.  Besides, her family is boring.  All her father likes
to do is sit around talking about business.  I can't take that."  As he
talked, Jeff got up from his bed and switched off the TV, providing the
answer to at least one part of my unspoken question.  "I hope you don't
mind if I turn this off," he said, turning toward me.  "There really isn't
anything on after this that I like to watch.  I don't watch much TV besides
'Star Trek,' anyway."

"That's okay.  I'm the same way.  In the morning, I watch the news or
cartoons while I get dressed, but aside from that and one or two favorite
shows, I don't watch much either.  I don't have the time with school and
everything."

Jeff returned to his bed and sat on the edge of it, quiet for a moment.
Then, with an unreadable expression on his face, he asked, "So what do you
want to do now?"

"I don't know.  You're running this show.  I'm just tagging along for the
ride," I said with a goofy grin.  I didn't know what else to say.  I was
starting to feel the tension build between us.

"Well, you know why I invited you here, don't you?" he asked.  He appeared
momentarily apprehensive, but then quickly covered it with his cocky
attitude.

"I doubt it was for my scintillating conversation," I said, with a
self-deprecating laugh that sounded like a dry cough.

"Don't put yourself down," he said firmly.  "I like you.  You're pretty
cool."

"Thanks."

"No.  I mean it.  We could get to be good friends."  A smile spread across
his face.

"I'd like that," I replied, grinning in return.

"So would I," he said, his smile becoming more of a leer, "because friends
do specials favors for each other."

"Like what?"

"Like what you did in the shower for me that time.  I really enjoyed that,
and I think you did too.  I also think you'd like to do it again.  Am I
right?"  He scooted backwards on his bed, putting his back against the
wall, and began rubbing his crotch suggestively.

I nodded, too afraid to speak.

"I thought so, because I sure would."  He was silent for a moment as he
continued to massage the growing bulge in his jeans.  He watched me with
heavy-lidded eyes as I stared at his crotch.  Then he gestured me over.
"C'mere.  Help me out."

I hesitated for a moment, still nervous but also embarrassed by my own
erection, which was prominently tenting the front of my sweatpants.

As if reading my thoughts, he said, "Don't worry about it, guy.  I know
you're turned on.  You wouldn't be here if you weren't."

I got up from the chair slowly, as if drugged.  The whole situation seemed
surreal.  The first time we were together was a fluke.  This was
unimaginable.

His eyes followed me as I moved over to his bed and sat down on the edge.
He took his hand away as I reached over and began to rub his crotch.  His
dick was already as hard as a rock.  I could hear his ragged breath as I
squeezed and played with his impressive rod through the rough fabric of his
jeans.  The small part of my mind that remained rational was surprised to
realize that he was as turned on as I was.

After a few moments, he hunched his hips up to undo the catch of his pants
and pull down his fly.  I helped him push his jeans and boxer shorts down
around his knees.  His cock popped up stiffly as soon as it was free.

My hand went right to the throbbing organ and began sliding up and down the
rigid shaft.  I masturbated him briefly, admiring his beautiful manhood.
Then I maneuvered closer to him, bending over his lap to put my mouth on
his cock.

He moaned as his turgid organ slipped between my lips.  At first, I looped
my tongue gently around his cock-head, teasing it as it nestled in my oral
cavity, but that wasn't what he wanted right then.  He began thrusting into
my mouth insistently.  Picking up his cue, I held his cock steady in one
hand and started to bob my head up and down, sliding it and out of my
mouth.  He cried out softly, "Yeah, that's it!" so I knew that I had done
well.

As I was sucking him, I reached into my sweatpants with my free hand and
masturbated my own throbbing dick.  I was so excited that I had to keep
stopping so that I wouldn't cum too soon.  I wanted this to last forever.

I kept up my oral attentions on his cock, varying the speed that I sawed up
and down on it.  He squirmed beneath me, writhing in pleasure.

After a short while, he pushed me up off of his cock and said, "Slow down.
You're gonna make me cum too quick, and I want to try something else."

Jeff got up from the bed and stripped his jeans and undershorts off the
rest of the way, taking his socks with them.  He looked at me and said,
"Take off your clothes.  We're gonna go all the way."  Then he pulled off
his shirt, revealing that gorgeous hairy chest.

Trembling from anxiety and anticipation, I stood up and pulled my own shirt
over my head.  I kicked off my docksiders and pulled down my sweatpants,
balancing on one foot then the other to slip them off.

Jeff fell back on the bed.  He watched me with an intent expression while I
undressed.  Lazily masturbating his eight inches, he nodded to himself, as
if pleased with what he saw.

I had always been extremely self-conscious of my appearance.  I'm tall and
thin, which makes me feel gangly.  Since I'm fair, I look almost smooth,
although my arms, legs and chest are in fact well-carpeted with fine, pale
down.  Despite being closely cropped, my strawberry- blonde hair is
perpetually unruly.  I'm clean-shaven, mostly because my facial hair is
boyishly sparse.  Along with a decidedly conservative fashion sense, it all
made me feel rather immature and nerdy.

For the first time, I tried to see myself through someone else's eyes.  It
felt weird to be appraised so frankly, but I was happy that Jeff seemed to
find me attractive.  At the very least it was one less thing to be worried
about.

When I finished undressing and stood there completely naked, he said, "I
wanna fuck you.  How does that sound?"

This was more than I had ever even fantasized happening.  I could only
murmur, "Yeah, man.  I want you to fuck me."

"Cool! I knew you would."  He stretched out on his bed.  His erection poked
toward the ceiling, inviting me to come sit on it.  Holding me with his
penetrating gaze, he continued to play with it absently as I approached.

Fear and lust warred in me, so I moved slowly.  My heart pounded furiously
with excitement.  It felt like several eternities passed before I sat
beside him on the bed.  Reaching out my hand towards his cock, I took over
from him.

I started to work up saliva to spit into my hand.  Jeff must have read my
mind again because he murmured huskily, "I've got stuff in the drawer."

Leaning over, I pulled out the top drawer of his nightstand.  Tucked in a
corner was a handy pump dispenser of lubricant.  Without moving the bottle,
I pumped out two generous dollops of the slick goo.  Ironically, although
it felt cold to the touch, it had the consistency of semen.  Pushing the
drawer closed with the back of my hand, I sat up and grabbed Jeff's dick
again.

My hand gripped around the rigid shaft, I stroked gently up and down to
spread the lubricant all over.  He whimpered softly.  The stimulation must
have put him close to the edge again.  There was no way I wanted to spoil
this moment, so I eased off.

Standing up, I reached my greasy hand around my back and forced it between
my butt cheeks.  I squatted a little to spread them apart.  Pushing my
fingertips into the depths of my crack, I found my asshole and twirled them
over it.

When the puckered sphincter was sufficiently primed, I thrust my middle
finger into the tight hole.  It resisted at first then yielded reluctantly.
I gasped at the abruptly painful intrusion.  Although I was no virgin, it
had been at least a year since the last time I'd been fucked.

After a moment, the unpleasant sensation began to fade.  I worked the
finger in and out several times to loosen the tense muscle, then two
fingers, then three fingers.  Finally the reluctant orifice surrendered to
the inevitable.  The feeling of penetration grew more agreeable.

I made sure that I was thoroughly prepped before climbing up onto the bed
and straddling Jeff.  He helped steady me as I lowered myself down with one
knee on either side of his torso.  Anxiously, I paused a moment, kneeling
over him, with my butt pushed back against the shaft of his cock.  He
smiled encouragingly up at me.

Reaching behind me, I grabbed his cock and guided it between my butt
cheeks.  I had to slide the head up and down inside the crevice of my ass
until I found my butthole.  This helped to lubricate my nether regions even
more thoroughly.

Target acquired, I pushed my butt back while holding his cock in position.
My asshole fought the invasion, Jeff's cock being considerably larger than
my fingers.  When at last the head forced its way into my hole, I yelped at
the sudden tearing pain.

"You okay?" asked Jeff solicitously.

"Yeah," I said tensely, urging my body to let go and accept his offering.
"It's been a while.  I'll have to take it slow."

"No problem.  I don't want to hurt you."

"It's all right," I said, after a moment, feeling more relaxed already.

The initial pain passed away swiftly.  Gingerly, I began to lower myself
further onto Jeff's cock.  I took it very slowly to avoid repeating that
sharp agony.  After a few moments, I held him completely inside me.  There
was no pain, only a warm fullness, spreading outward from my bowels to my
whole body.

Jeff watched me closely at first, with an expression of sincere concern.
Remaining utterly still, he let me control how fast we progressed.  When he
saw that I was no longer suffering, he allowed himself to revel in the
pleasure of being inside me.  He moaned theatrically, as if only aware in
that instant of the glorious sensation of having his cock enveloped tightly
in my asshole.

I began to enjoy it as well.  It had been so long that I'd forgotten how
pleasurable it is to be penetrated. My cock, which had softened somewhat at
the acute pain, began to grow hard again.  Gently, I started to rise up
until only his cock-head was still grasped by my sphincter.  Then, I slid
down again, until my ass rested against his groin, tickled by his pubic
hair.  I repeated the motion several times, gradually getting used to the
feeling.

Jeff gasped, his face contorted in pleasure.  Even though I had moved
slowly, he was so hyper-stimulated by the sensation of his cock sliding in
and out of the naked confines of my warm, slippery hole that he was close
to cumming.  In what seemed like an involuntary reaction, he grabbed my
hips and began guiding my movements.

By now, I was fully relaxed and enjoying the experience.  Jeff's cock had
been nudging my prostate, which sent small waves of pleasure through my
body and caused my cock to leak copious amounts of pre-cum.  At his
direction, I began to ride up and down more quickly.

Forcing me to move faster and faster, he groaned, "Oh, yeah!  Oh, man, I'm
close!"

Surrendering my body to him, I allowed Jeff to take control and use me for
his pleasure.  My voice hoarse with lust and exertion, I whispered, "That's
it, baby!  Shoot that load!"

It was only a moment later that he let loose with a guttural cry, "Uh!  I'm
cumming!"

In that instant, I grabbed my own cock.  Feeling his dick throbbing inside
me as it released its seed, I only took a few strokes before ejaculating a
spray of semen across his chest and up his neck.  It surprised me how much
I came and how far it shot.  I usually don't shoot so dramatically; the cum
just sort of oozes out of my piss-slit.  This time, however, I was so
excited that it literally geysered out of me, like a milky-white fountain.

Jeff and I were both out of breath after culminating our engagement with
such pyrotechnic explosions.  For several long moments, I remained astride
his body, his cock still tucked inside me, as he lay inert beneath me.  I
watched him, but his eyes were partly closed, and he wore a distant,
beatific smile.  After a time, our breathing eased and our heart rates
returned to normal, but still neither of us moved.

Looking down at Jeff's cute face and his beautiful body, which I had just
possessed, I felt a surge of profound tenderness.  Without thinking, I bent
down to kiss him.  Sensing my intent, he jerked his head to the side, and
my face brushed past his hair and pressed into the pillow beneath.  Perhaps
coincidentally, his cock, which had grown soft in the interim, chose that
instant to retreat out of my asshole, no longer able to stand against the
strength of the expulsive muscles.

Feeling embarrassed and abruptly awkward, I leaned back and climbed up off
him.  I didn't say a word as I found my clothes and quickly donned them. I
waited by the door as he rose from the bed and dressed himself.

"That was incredible," said Jeff, breaking the silence and blithely
ignoring the uncomfortable tension that I felt had sprung up between us.

"Yeah, it was," I agreed ruefully.  Although I was hurt by his rejection, I
had to admit, without hyperbole, that the purely sexual aspect of the
experience had been the most intensely exciting and pleasurable of my life.

"You have one hot little ass," he went on, without acknowledging my subdued
tone.  "I've never fucked a guy before, but no pussy I've ever had has felt
that good."

Despite his broad grin and cocky words, I thought I saw something remotely
melancholy and achingly vulnerable in those striking blue eyes.  Perhaps it
was only wishful thinking on my part, but he seemed to regret that he had
to push me away.  Whatever I might have imagined was there, however, was
gone in an instant.

He continued, "Yeah, that was really hot.  We've got to do that again, if
you're up for it."

"Maybe," I said vaguely.  Glancing meaningfully at my watch, I added,
"Well, it's late.  I better get going."

"Okay," he said neutrally.

"Have a good night, then."

"Yeah, you too.  Take it easy."

I slipped out the door quickly and hurried back to my room.  It really
wasn't very late, only a little after eleven, but I had to get out of
there.  Trying hard not to think about what had just happened, I crawled
into bed and turned out the light.  The moon was mercilessly full that
night, illuminating the room as brightly as an overcast day.  I think I
memorized every detail in the ceiling above my head before finally dropping
into a fitful sleep.