Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2015 11:28:25 -0500
From: Hitch Bolen <hitchbolen@gmail.com>
Subject: Horny in the Dorms: Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

I walked naked to the stairwell. No one was up yet, being a Saturday
morning, so it was very quiet. I still had some cum on my cock and a little
drizzle on my inner thigh, but I was enjoying being so exposed. I almost
wanted someone to open their dorm room door and see me. My shaft was still
hanging down 6 inches below my balls, and a little blob of cum still clung
to the tip of my dick. As I walked, it slapped my thighs and left cum
stickiness on both legs. I was grinning ear to ear by the time I got the
stairwell at the end of the hall.

I went to the landing where the door led to the outdoors, and I saw through
the little window that there was still a scattering of underwear and shorts
left by the guys who went streaking last night in the thunderstorm. I saw
no one in the small yard, but I looked up at the rows of windows from the
dorm wing that faced the yard. Most of the windows were open still
providing a little air movement against the heat and humidity with the air
conditioning still out.

I stepped bravely out and stepped over to the place where I thought I'd
find my boxers. I saw them and picked them up, and walked as nonchalantly
as I could back to the doorway. I could see from the little concrete pad in
front of the doors down into the basement-level bedroom windows. The two
closest windows were both open. The one on the left was empty, with just an
empty bed, but the one to the right was positioned in such a way I could
see the lower half of a naked male form. The legs were stretched wide
apart, one knee bent, and a massive morning erection at the junction of
those two long legs. The owner of the legs couldn't be seen, but one arm
laid across his side and the hand was at rest on his inner thigh, just
inches from a loose, lightly hairy ball sack. Around his wrist was a thin
red braided cord.

I saw all of this in a flash, and it felt like I had only hesitated a
half-second before opening the outer door and taking the half-flight of
stairs down to retrieve my laundry. When I arrived at the bottom of the
stairs and opened the door to the basement floor, a naked male was standing
there waiting for me. He had a red cord on his wrist, his hands both firmly
engaged on his cock. I looked back at his face, and remembered this was
Rob, the guy I had started to fuck last night in the laundry room. We had
been interrupted by the fire drill.

"Morning, Rob." I greeted him. His eyes told me he was very horny, and
needed to get off badly. He took me by the hand and pulled me into his
room, just a few feet from the door. The door closed behind us. His
roommate wasn't there.

"Yeah, it is now," he replied. "But you left me rather suddenly and very
unsatisfied last night. I dreamed about you and felt you massive cock in my
ass all night, and I think you owe me a few moments more of your time."

"Oh?" I began, but his face softened, and before I could argue, he
continued. "I mean, would you finish what you started last night, please?"

What could I say? There I was in a semi-dark dorm room, still naked, and
only holding a pair of muddy boxer shorts, which I promptly dropped,
revealing my cock which was getting excited again, only a few minutes after
jerking off on my roommate in my dorm room.

"I don't know if I can right now, Rob. I just came minutes ago." I
explained sympathetically.

"Shit, I'm so horny... I can't stop thinking about how good it felt to have
that horse cock in my ass last night. I've been edging all night hoping
you'd stop by."

"Well, I could try to help you out..." I suggested as I reached over and
took his cock into my hands. He gasped and closed his eyes, as I took his
shaft in one hand and his low-hangers in the other. I forced his to back up
until he was falling back onto his bed, the late morning light falling on
his upper body. A light dusting of golden hairs glistened on his chest, his
nipples now fully erect. I stroked his cock a few more times, then with my
hand on his balls, I started teasing his hole. He quivered and spread his
legs to provide easier access to his anus. He was moaning now and breathing
in short husky bursts, followed by another little groan.

His cock started to feel sticky, so I looked around for some lube. I didn't
see any, so I spit a huge gob of my spit directly onto his knob, and at the
same time pushed two fingers into his hole, stretching him a little. He
gasped and held his breath, and then pulled his knees to his chest inviting
me deeper.

I was on my knees, facing his now hungry hole, where no three fingers were
tickling his prostate, and I looked down to see my own cock was at full
attention now. I started at the hole and thought to myself, that looks
really interesting... so I positioned myself so my cock was aimed directly
at his hole. I pulled out my fingers, and shoved myself into his ass. All
the way until our abs were touching, and his face was contorted in ecstacy.

"Oh, that's it." he whispered, "now fuck me real hard." So, I pulled almost
the whole way out of his tight warm hole, then right back in, pushing his
body back a few inches on the bed. Again, and again, and the sensations hit
me anew. I penetrated his warm body again and again, the waves of pleasure
began to rise. Rob's legs were now over my shoulders, and I was pounding
him. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, and I looked out the window above
us, suddenly aware that this would be easily visible from the vantage point
of anyone entering the back door fo the dorm, as I had done just moments
before.

I could see a bright blue cloudless sky, and the tops of a few trees, but
nothing more, so I retrained my focus on Rob and his fit body.

In hindsight, I think because I had just cum earlier, it took a little
longer than normal to climax. I must have fucked his ass ten minutes
straight, stopping only once to catch my breath and rest my arms, holding
my weight above him. When I rested on him, the now sweaty skin of our
chests touching, my chin nestled in the side of his neck, I inhaled deeply,
and licked behind his ear, tasting his man scent. I gave me a second wind,
and I started thrusting again, more forcefully now into his hole.

I hadn't been holding his cock at all, using my hands to hold myself in a
good fucking position, but Rob was stroking himself now. and it looked like
he was entering a state of utter nirvana. His eyes flickered from closed to
open wide, His breathing and motions indicated he was close, and with one
tremendous jerking motion his hips rose off the bed, my cock flopped out of
his hole, and he began to unload huge spurts of cum onto his chest and
face. One of the first shots hit his forehead.

I grabbed his cock and balls with both hands and made a tube for him to
thrust into for a few more moments, and I could feel the heat and the
energy of his climax pulsing from his balls through the shaft and out onto
his sweaty abs.

My hands were now covered in his cum, so I grabbed my own now throbbing
shaft and began the same motion on myself. I surprised myself by feeling
his cum on my cock, smelling his scent and still tasting him on my
tongue. Oh, it felt so amazing... I fell partially forward, my arms spread
on either side of Rob's now spent, limp form, our groins grinding together,
with the sweat and cum to lubricate things, and I just pressed myself
against his body and continued grinding until I felt the start of an
amazing ejaculation coming. I was kneeling on his bed now, humping him and
rubbing our chests and groins together when my climax came and only got
better as our cum mixed on our skin.

We both rested in that pose for a few minutes before I rolled off him,
landing on his side, and panting heavily. I could see the window again, but
it was upside down, and I couldn't be sure, but it looked like a shape
moved quickly out of view as soon as I opened my eyes.

I laid there a few more minutes, the wet sticky air not really cooling my
wet skin, now smeared with cum, when I realized Rob was fast asleep. He
really must have been edging all night! His breathing was quiet and
regular, eyes closed, with tiny beads of sweat on his upper lip, neck and
chest.

Quietly I rose from the bed, picked up the muddy boxers I'd arrived with,
and moved to the hallway. It was only slightly cooler moving down the hall
towards the laundry room. There didn't seem to be anyone here. I imagined
most of these guys elected to sleep in an air conditioned dorm last night.

Just as I turned the corner and entered the laundry room, someone plowed
into me coming the other way. I felt the crash against the guy's clammy
sweaty body before it registered that I still had a lot of cum on my body,
and I wasn't wearing any clothes.

"Ugh... gross! I mean, sorry..." the guy blurted out. "I wasn't looking
where I was going..." he stammered. Then he looked up at me. "Why are you
so sticky?" He asked, completely flustered. "And naked?" He was shirtless,
due to the heat, of course, but wearing loose pajama shorts.

"Sorry, dude," I apologized, "I need to move some things to the dryer." I
acted like being naked in the laundry room was totally normal, and walked
across the room to the washer my clothes had been in.

The guy could only see my backside, which I was hoping was less obvious
that I had just come from an awesome fuck and was still a bit covered in
cum. When I looked behind me, he was gone.

I quickly moved the wet things into the dryer. I wiped my chest and groin
as best I could with the dirty clothes and then added the muddy boxers to
the next wash load. Just as I turned to leave, John walked in, wearing a
towel and a sly grin. His hair was wet, and water droplets were still
evident on his back and shoulders.

"I waited a looong time in the shower upstairs..." he began, while giving
me a complete examination with his eyes. His expression changed from one of
mock indignation to surprise as he revealed, "then I went down the stairs
and checked out the back doors, where I saw you plugging that dungeon-rat's
ass."

"Hey, I saw you lurking there -- for your information -- and the rat's name
is Rob," I retorted. "But yeah, he begged me to finish what we started last
night...and it was awesome." I looked to my groin and my cock was deflated
but a little red still. "I think I may need to rest my willie a bit," I
joked, laughing with John. "Besides, now I'm famished!"

We went back to our dorm room. I took a quick cold shower, dressed quickly,
and we walked to the cafeteria for something to eat. It was shaping up to
be a very hot early autumn day. The sun was already broiling, and it was a
relief to arrive in the air conditioned building.

"What do you think we should do do today?" John asked as we were scarfing
down our eggs and bagels. "Do you know the area at all?"

"Not really. Maybe we should ask a local. Do you know anyone who lives near
here?" And, as if answering the question, in walked two guys I had met last
night in the laundry room, Joe and Jack.

"Did I hear you say you needed to ask a local something?" Jack asked. "Cuz
Joe here grew up in town. His Dad teaches here at the school, so he knows
as much about the area as anyone, I guess."

"Well," I mused. "â

We were kind of wondering what to do today, like on a hot summer day is
there a pool or lake or something to swim in?"

Joe and Jack sat down at our table and Joe began to think about how to
respond. He stared at his plate a few seconds, and then, as if coming to
some sort of decision, looked up at me and said, "Well, there is a great
little stream nearby, with a couple of good swimming holes and rope swings
we used to go to a lot in the summer." He then told us about how he and his
high school buds would collect huge inner tubes, and float down the stream,
and play in the water for hours. It was within walking distance of campus,
and the stream looped bck round the back side of campus so that after
tubing for a few hours you'd still be really close to school.

"Sounds amazing!" both John and I said at the same time, smiling from ear
to ear. "Can you take us?"

"I'll call my folks and see if we still have the tubes," Joe
answered. "Meet me back at the dorm in a half hour and I'll see what I can
rustle up."