Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2014 13:37:50 -0500
From: Hitch Bolen <hitchbolen@gmail.com>
Subject: Horny in the Dorms: Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

At supper time in the caf, I sat down with Danny and John, exchanged the
usual pleasantries about our second day of classes, the terrible food, and
how much we were looking forward to getting back to the dorm. "I can't wait
to get these pants off," Danny shared, smiling at me.

"I gotta go back to the drawing studio to finish a project," I
remembered. "But I'll be back in an hour or so, I hope." I was hoping
they'd wait for me to start anything fun. I explained how the drawing prof
had asked us to finish up the piece we'd started, told them about Sky, how
tall dark and handsome he was. "Oh, and we're going to need models to pose
for the class. I bet you two hotties are too scared to do it. You're both
too chicken."

We were laughing about the possibilities and awkwardness of posing nude,
giggling about how it would be easy money, and maybe a good way to meet
guys, when we saw Tim walking over.

"Hey guys, mind if I join you?" He said as he sat down at our table. Danny
nodded, cleared off the chair next to him, and winked at me.

"Sure, hey Tim, Hitch just dared us to pose for his drawing class. He says
we're not man enough. Whaddaya say we prove him wrong? If we all take his
dare, and the three of us pose nude, then he has to perform OUR dare after,
ok?"

I wasn't too sure about that, but it did sound like fun, so I played
along. Tim had his mouth full of mashed potatoes, so he just froze, cheeks
puffed out, spoon stalled mid-air, and he looked in turn at each of us
around the table.

He swallowed. "Sure, I'm in," he said as he smiled. "But I should tell you
guys I've posed nude before. It's really hard work." He told us between
spoonfuls of food about being asked by his high school art teacher to pose
for a mural project he was working on. "It turned out to be mostly an
excuse to hit on me after school, and we did end up fucking a lot, but the
point is it's hard to stand completely still for up to a half-hour at a
time."

Awkward silence. The rest of us had our mouths hanging open at this
point. "What?" Tim asked.

"You fucked Mr. Schwartz?" Danny blurted. Apparently, they had gone to the
same school.

Tim nodded, diving back into his food. "Yup. Well, he fucked me really. But
he was really nice. I hadn't come out, but he knew somehow. He took a huge
chance, and hiring me to pose was a good way to talk privately. I made
$500, but it wasn't as easy as it sounds. And I learned some very important
tips." I was wondering about those tips, whether they were fucking tips or
posing tips, but Danny interrupted my thinking.

"Did you pop wood?" asked Danny. "Because that's my only concern, you know,
standing there in front of some cute art student, and going all stiff."

"Of course, the first time it was weird. And yes, I had to learn to clear
my mind and focus just on standing still for the pose," Tim explained. "But
if you guys are down, I'm in." He then smiled and stared straight at
me. "And I'll work on the dare for Hitch here."

I blushed a little, but looking at the clock I saw I needed to get back to
the studio to meet Sky.

"See you guys later," I said as I left the table.

I walked quickly to the drawing studio, met Sky, and immediately got back
into the same position to finish the drawings. I had finished most of the
composition except his face and head, so I told him to not talk for a few
minutes while I worked on his nose and mouth. He kept looking down to his
sketching, and then back at me. "I really need you to look right at me or
your head is going to look all weird." I said.

"Okay," he complied, "Then, since I can't draw while I'm looking at you,
you'll need to freeze frame a bit for me too, right?" I agreed, and started
putting the finishing touches on his face. He was staring at me with a
really direct intense gaze now. "Your eyes are really blue, Hitch." Sky
said, almost without moving his lips. "I bet you got all the
girls swooning at you, right?"

"Yeah, I had my share of puppy love romances in middle school." I
admitted. One cute little girl came into mind. Debbie. Thinking about her
smile just warmed my heart, then my breath caught in my throat, and I had
to look away and catch my breath.

"What?" Sky inquired. "What did I say?"

"I was thinking of a girl I knew in school who was killed by a drunk driver
a few years back. My first funeral, actually." I hadn't thought about her
in a long time. "She had a huge crush on me. She was always sharing her
lunch with me. She even let me have her Reese's cups whenever she got them
in her lunch box. She didn't like them, but she never told her mom, because
she liked to let me have them."

"Hold that thought," he commanded, as he started drawing me suddenly. "I
will finish this part quickly, then you can finish up." I tried to look the
same, not knowing exactly what he was looking for. "Tell me more about
Debbie."

While he finished up his drawing of me, I looked into the distance and a
flood of memories from middle school rushed to mind. "I think she was the
first girl I held hands with." I told Sky about how we had never gone out
or dated really, since we were both only 12-13 years old, but her sudden
and tragic death had hit me hard. I had never thought of her as a
girlfriend really, but she was certainly a lovely part of my early
adolescence. "She always commented on my blue eyes. She said I had bedroom
eyes." I confessed.

"There. I'm done," he declared. "Now I will finish posing for you." He
resumed the pose I needed, looking directly at me, his coffee-brown skin
exposed from his strong neck and shoulders. His skin-tight tank top
revealed his athletic torso. His nipples were visibly pointing
through. "You do have bedroom eyes," he announced. Then more quietly "When
you look closely, you can see there's a hunger there."

"Right..." I chuckled. "Seriously, stop talking so I can finish your mouth
now." I was trying to concentrate on finishing the sketch, but my cock
seemed to have a mind of its own. Subconsciously, I guess, he was coming on
to me, or teasing me. But in any case, while my upper body was occupied
with the drawing, my legs were spread out, and my dick started to grow. It
was headed down the leg of my shorts, which I had scooched up a little when
I sat down, so I started to wonder if Sky would be able to see my dick head
peeking out of the gap, or just the bulge growing and twitching lower and
lower.

His gaze dropped momentarily to my crotch then back up, and the glint in
his eye told me all I needed to know. Rather than lessen the excitement, it
pushed all my buttons, and my dick went to its full length, a tiny drop of
precum at the tip which even I could see now, fully exposed from the leg of
my shorts.

"Hmmm." Sky hummed, winked and licked his lips, all while maintaining his
direct unblinking gaze into my eyes. "I think I'm sensing that hunger a
little for myself, hm?"

I could now see his bulge was growing as well. I felt my heart begin to
race, and decided this drawing needed to be done. Right now. "Um. Done." I
stood up, my cock disappeared into my cargos, but the long bulge
remained. "I need to pee. Be right back." I walked rapidly to the bathroom
down the hall, my right hand in my pocket holding my erection tight against
my thigh. I went to the urinal, unzipped, and my cock practically pounced
out of my pants.

The door opened and closed. Sky was standing right next to me, still
staring right into my eyes. I returned his stare. I think I could see the
hunger in his eyes, and it was real. "Look, Sky, I just met you today..."
I began.

"Shut up." He cut me off, and then his talented black hand was firmly
gripping my cock. "I think your bedroom eyes are also really sweet bathroom
eyes," he said with a grin. Then, suddenly we were chest to chest, his cock
was out, and he was rubbing my precum on his pink dick head. It felt
amazing. Our knobs were rubbing together, his one hand held our cocks
together, the other pressed my lower back close to him. We grinded like
that a few more seconds, when I broke away. "Hold that thought," I
whispered huskily. I quickly crossed the room and put the door-stop into
position.

When I came back to the urinals, his clothes were already in a pile in the
floor. His long black cock was probably the only cock I'd ever seen as big
as mine. I smiled, "Finally, a rival!" I pulled my shorts off, and revealed
my freshly shaved package, my cock pointing almost straight up past my
navel. He grabbed himself and waved his dick like a sabre, challenging me
to a dick duel.

Then we were lip locked. Groins pressed together, chest to chest, my hands
were exploring his slender back and ass crack. Our kiss lasted so long I
thought I might suffocate. I slumped to my knees and took his cock into my
mouth. I was still learning, but I knew what would feel good to me, so I
tried a few things, and judging from his reaction it was feeling good to
him too. It tasted a little salty, but really good at the same time. His
cock was warm in my mouth, and although I couldn't come close to deep
throating his pole, I went to town sucking and slurping and licking it from
tip to root.

He moaned a little too loudly for a public bathroom. "Shh, Sky!" I warned
him.

"Can't help it, dude." Then he shifted his position so he was lying on the
floor, his clothes a make-shift pillow. I returned to sucking his rod, on
my hands and knees. "Hey, swing over here and I'll return the favor." So
with my mouth still on his dick, I rotated my body until my hardon was
poking him in the face.

We sucked each other like that for what seemed hours, but I'm sure it was
just a few minutes. Between sucking my cock, he nuzzled his nose into my
balls, and took in turns each balls into his mouth. He pulled my butt down
closer to him, and his tongue found my hole. I was concentrating on his
knob when I felt a jolt of electricity run throughout my whole frame. I
gasped and ended up almost swallowing his whole 9" dick. I came back up for
air, and pushed his meat back down my throat. I could feel him rotating
slightly, and fucking my face gently.

His rimming action was making me wild. My cock slapped against his chest,
and slid between his pecs, lubricated with his saliva. I pulled his dick
out of my mouth and stroked his slick length vigorously with my fist, while
his tongue continued to explore that spot between my balls and ass hole.

Now I was the one moaning too loudly. "Are you close too?" Sky asked.  I
nodded, eyes rolling back in my head, and sat back on my ankles, sitting
fully on his face now, his one hand stroking my cock faster and faster. His
other hand on his own cock pointed right at me.

I felt the climax coming. I leaned back, my balls on his chin and shot my
load high in the air, splattering down on his chest, abdomen and legs. I
fell forward so that the cum was pressed between us, my thighs encircling
his head, my face right over his rod.

I grabbed it with one hand, took it deep in my mouth. Sucking hard, I
pulled up and after a loud popping, wet slurping noise, went back down. I
continued this procedure about ten times when I felt him begin to
squirm. He pressed me down tight against him, still nuzzling my balls with
his face and with one huge jerking motion he began to cum. The first gob
went in my mouth. I pulled it out and the second and third jets of cum went
right in my face, and over my head onto my back.

I swallowed his cock again and held it there. Sky writhed on the floor
under me for a full minute before seemingly collapsing. I was rolling his
cum around on my tongue, tasting the sweet, salty and even a little spicy
flavors. He rolled to the side and I slid onto the floor, our cum glue
creating strings of white goo between our bodies.

We both laid there panting a few moments, I looked over at Sky and his flat
belly was rising and falling as he caught his breath. I noticed now that
his chest and abdomen were completely hairless. He had a tiny little
treasure trail from his navel to his pubes. His cock was getting softer
now, still laying across his thigh, a little fluid dripping from his
slit. Then he sat up. "That was awesome. But look at the cummy mess we
made," Sky said. "How are we supposed to clean ourselves up?"

I looked up at the towel dispenser. It was empty. "Shit," I said.

"Well, when I've been in a tight situation before, I've found cotton
underwear makes an acceptable washcloth." Sky then grabbed his grey knit
boxers, took them to the sink and got them wet and soapy. I stood and took
a piss at the urinal, my cock now soft and poking out about 7 inches. I
felt a warm soapy sensation on my bare backside. Sky proceeded washed the
cum from my back, butt and legs, rinsing out the boxers a few times. He
then turned me around and washed my face, chest and thighs "And now its
your turn to wash me," he said, handing me the wet sudsy cloth.

"My pleasure," I affirmed, cleaning his body in like manner. I was
fascinated how his body was hard and bony, with muscles stretched tightly
from joint to joint. There didn't seem to be any fat or extra flesh
anywhere. I told him "I think it was really helpful to draw
anatomically-correct drawings after this hands-on approach to the human
body."

"Agreed," Sky said. "I wonder if we'd get extra credit if we tell the prof
about our little exercise?" We laughed at that. In a minute we were dry, so
we dressed. Sky left his wet boxers in a heap on the floor, and stepped
into his shorts. He looked down at his groin, "Can you tell I'm
free-balling?" He wagged his cock side to side and it was pretty obvious
there was long dong batting back and forth in there.

"Hard to say," I replied. "You're still pretty hung, and if you are staring
at it like I am, it's a nice view."

"Ah, fuck it," he swore. "I gotta get back to finish the rest of the
reading for my other classes tonight." He popped the door-stop out of the
way and left the restroom, his wet boxers still in a heap on the floor in
the middle of the room.