Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2015 13:40:46 -0500
From: Hitch Bolen <hitchbolen@gmail.com>
Subject: Horny in the Dorms: Chapter 15

Chapter 15

At the appointed hour, we were waiting out in front of the dorm. We had
shorts on, and Joe had told us to wear sneakers to protect our feet, so we
sat on the cement curb in the hot sun, our feet stretched out, the sun's
rays beating down on our bare skin. The group consisted of John and me,
Danny and his roommate Timmy, plus Jack.

Just when the heat began to feel oppressive, an old pickup truck piled with
black tubes pulled up, and Joe called out, "I got enough tubes for the
whole group, so hop on in!"

Jack and I squeezed in the front, the other three guys jumped on the
flatbed in back. Joe announced to the group through the little sliding
window behind us, "Hang on back there! Only a short drive to the creek."

He was right. Less than a mile down the short road we came to a spot on the
edge of the town itself where the wooded area surrounding the little creek
wound close to the road. He pulled off the road into the grassy area, and
we all jumped out.

The tall grass reached to our waists, and it was much more humid and sticky
here than the open road with the breeze we enjoyed for a moment, but Joe
told us that the creek's water always felt that much more refreshing when
it was over 90 degrees. We each grabbed a tube and carried it down the
faint footpath after Joe showed us where it was.

I could hear the cicadas, and the hum of a million other insects living in
the grass. The sun was directly over head, and we were all sweating
profusely, but it felt great to be out in the clean fresh air, the heat
pressing in on our young bare flesh.

I was carrying my tube overhead, following Jack down the path, admiring the
view of his strong muscled back, his arms raised high to keep the tube
aloft. A trickle of sweat ran down his neck and the channel formed by his
back muscles running down to his tight firm ass. The top of his waistband,
where the visible elastic of his underwear clearly spelled out Calvin, was
damp from his sweat, and I was just starting to daydream about it when I
felt hands on the waistband of my gym shorts, and a quick yank brought them
down far enough for my ass and cock to be fully exposed. I wasn't wearing
underwear again, so they slid down really easily. I heard a chuckle behind
me, but realized that fussing would only encourage him, so I acted like it
was nothing, and kept my hands up and let my balls swing free the rest of
the way down the path. I looked back at Danny, and he was laughing, his
six-pack abdomen flexing with every movement.

When we arrived at the edge of the lazy creek, I dropped my tube on the
gravel, pulled my shorts back up, and ran into the water. I splashed out a
few yards until it was deep enough to really get under it, and dove. It
felt great to feel the water washing the sweat and heat from my skin. It
was cold, but not bone-chilling.

When I surfaced, just a short few swim strokes from the other guys near the
shore, I saw the other guys were hesitantly wading into the stream. Jack
had dropped his tube as well, and was knee-deep in the water splashing huge
handsful of water onto the other guys. Before long, everyone was wet and
adjusted to the water temperature. I stepped up on the gravely shore to get
my tube, and my gym shorts, a light gray mesh, were completely plastered to
my wet body, and almost transparent. My six-inch soft cock was clearly
snaked down my inner thigh.

A few of the other guys took notice, laughed loudly, and
not-so-discretely adjusted their own junk, making crude jokes about hoses
and the irony of what cold water usually does to man's penis size.

Before long, we were all drifting lazily down the stream, and I was very
glad I'd heeded Joe's advise to wear sneakers, as the bottom of the creek
bed was littered with sharp shale and slippery kelp.  After a half hour we
reached a place where the creek banks rose high enough for the trees along
the edges to be just right for a rope swing. One bank was almost a cliff,
rising to over fifty feet above the water level, the opposite shore was
flat and sandy, a perfect spot to beach the tubes and rest from paddling.

When we swam from the beach side to the cliff side, we could see the water
was pretty deep here too, well over our heads. Joe led the way to the tree
roots that served as hand-holds to limb up the steep bank to the huge tree
trunk that grew at an angle over the creek and had a long rope tied high on
one of the branches. Some brave soul had climbed to the top, and attached
the sturdy nylons rope to a junk-yard rusty pair of bicycle handlebars.

Joe climbed up the the spot where it was clear the best launching spot
was. He pulled the rope tight and wound the extra length up round his grip,
explaining, "if you leave this hanging loose it will wrap round your arm
and when you drop off, giving you a wicked rope burn."

So, with a confident leap, he sailed across the creek, and at the height of
the swing, dropped off into the deep waters with a mighty whoop.

Danny was next in line, so he climbed to the spot where Joe jumped, and
looked a little nervously down at the drop to the water. It took some
coaxing, but he finally jumped too, and landed in the creek below with a
huge splash.

I was next. I wasn't worried about the height, but what was distracting me
was the fact that my shorts, now wet and very see-through were almost too
heavy to stay on my hips. I was constantly pulling them back up, and the
movement was making my cock a little excited. I did my first jump, and
landed on my behind. The current caught me in a funny way so that as I was
coming back to the surface, my shorts were washed away!

"I lost my shorts, guys, can anyone see them floating away?" I shouted as I
swam back to the steep bank. They were all howling with laughter so long
that by the time they were able to adequately answer me, the shorts were so
far down the creek I'd probably never see them again.

Jack was jumping next, but he was still laughing so hard he almost fell off
the tree trunk. I stayed down below, with my waist under water while the
rest of the guys took their first jumps. Danny swam over to me and said,
"Sorry about your shorts. Now I guess the rest of the guys are going to get
a good look at your junk, eh?" Then, a little louder, he suggested, "Since
Hitch has started skinny-dipping, I think we all should!"

With a loud laugh of agreement, the other guys all gladly stripped of their
shorts, left them in a wet pile at the base of the tree, and continued rope
jumping. I soon joined in as well, and while it was pretty exciting to see
all those butts, balls and all, we were just a bunch of red-blooded young
guys enjoying an good old-fashioned time in the swimming hole!

The guys started to take more risks on their jumps, doing flips and
spinning extra long on the swing before landing in the water, and just as I
was about to jump, someone down below shouted, "Tubes coming!"

I wasn't sure what that meant, so I took my leap, and swung. That's when I
saw that just upstream another group of tubers was coming slowly down
around the closest bend, and since I could see them, they could obviously
see me, swinging out over the water with my bare ass and half-mast cock
flopping wildly in the air. I let go of the handlebars and went into the
water.

When I came up for air, the other tubers were much closer, and the rest of
the guys had disappeared. All our tubes were still on the far bank, but it
was as if they had evaporated. Even the pile of wet shorts was gone.

I heard a snicker from above me, realizing that the other guys were taking
cover in the shrubs and small bushes just above the jumping tree trunk's
location on the steep bank.  I was caught off-guard, and was torn between
staying under water and waiting for the group to pass by, or clamber up the
steep bank to hide with my friends, regardless of the fact that my naked
backside would be quite exposed.

The answer came when the rest of the guys reappeared wearing their shorts
and they all jumped into the water, swimming over to the pile of
tubes. Danny motioned to me to stay low in the water, and he pulled my tube
over to me, allowing me to pop it over my head, providing some cover.

We were already drifting away and continuing our journey down the creek
when the other group arrived. The group of guys and girls clearly had the
same idea for a little rope-swing-jumping fun, so they left their tubes
where ours had just been, and began a process of loud bravado and yelling
and splashing. One of them hollered, "Bye-bye naked dude!" as we turned the
next bend and lost sight of them.

Now we were back on the creek, drifting with the current, but I was
butt-naked in my tube. And everybody knew it. But no one said a thing. I
was lying there with my butt in the water, my legs splayed out over the
edge of the tube, and my head and shoulders were visible, but my middle was
hidden from view.

"Hey!" Jack shouted, " I just noticed I'm not wearing the shorts I left the
dorm with!" The other guys all laughed and agreed that they too were
wearing someone else's shorts. Jack was laughing about how the red gym
shorts he had on now felt really nice on his ass. "They aren't as scratchy
as my other shorts." Then he called out," who's got my black swim trunks on
now?"

"I do!" Joe answered. In their haste to pull on shorts, they had just
grabbed from the pile, and everyone was now wearing someone else's pants!
"These shorts have a really scratchy mesh liner. I think we should switch
back." He started to pull off the shorts, but Jack didn't want to switch
back, so he paddled quickly to distance himself from Joe.

Joe was now naked, and swinging the unwanted black suit around his head
like a sling, attempting to toss it to Jack. Jack swam away as fast as he
could. "Hey, you little pussy, I want my shorts back!" Joe splashed after
Jack, laughing and yelling, "stop, thief!"

Meanwhile the rest of us were laughing at Joe's antics, his bare ass
visible above the water line. John said, "so, then who is wearing my
shorts?"

 "I guess I am," Timmy replied, looking down and seeing John's
baggy athletic shorts. "Wanna swap back, John?"

"Nah, we can swap later I guess, I'm good for now."

"Hey, Joe, don't throw those away! I could use some shorts." I called. Joe
ended up wearing Jack's shorts after all.

Danny drifted closer to me, grabbing my arms to bring his tube alongside
mine. His smile was friendly and warm. "I know you've got a little problem,
but don't worry, I think I have a solution." He was lying face down on his
tube, paddling out front with his burly muscled wrestler arms. When he had
his face pressed up to my forearm, he peeked over the edge of the tube. His
gaze went to my crotch, which meant my now almost fully erect penis was
poking out of the water up towards my navel. His smile grew, and I felt his
other hand stroking my bare ass underwater.

He then waved his own wet gym shorts up into view and tossed them over to
me. "You can wear these. I've got boxers on, and they pretty much look like
shorts, so no worries!" He lifted his hips and butt up in the center of his
tube to show me his light blue plaid boxers, glued to his wet,
tightly-clenched ass. He then flipped onto his back, dropped his middle
back into the tube and resumed paddling with the others down the creek. I
held onto the shorts while paddling, not wanting to lag behind the rest of
the guys.

I pulled the shorts on as discretely as possible. They were a little more
snug than my own lost shorts had been, but it was still pretty obvious if
you were close by that I was freeballing, and my long dick was enjoying the
freedom of movement a little too much.

The next section of the creek wound quietly through a section of farmland
with very few trees, so the sun was warming our cool skin, and we just
drifted with the current for a while. I could see John and Timmy were
paddling their tubes very close together. It appeared that Timmy's arm was
in draped over into John's tube, and his arm and shoulder muscles were
moving in rhythm. John was lying back, apparently enjoying a handjob.

Then we came to a section where we needed to stand up and wade. We guided
our tubes over the shallow water -- only three inches deep. When I was just
out of the water the shorts were clinging to every contour of my crotch, so
I pulled the wet cloth out a little, which just made my semi-hard cock flop
even more. The rest of the guys were still giggling and making stupid jokes
about it. I was a little miffed, but decided not to make a scene, since I'd
learned that just encourages people to keep it up.

When we got to water deep enough to ride again, we all got back into our
tubes, and enjoyed the relaxing slow current pulling us downstream. Danny
was still keeping close to me. We were chatting about our hometowns, how
we'd spent our free time in high school over the summers, etc. He was at
this point lying across the top of his tube, on his chest, so his arms were
stretched out front, and his legs out back, his light blue boxers up
top. When his tube would spin in a circle, there was a point where you
could see his boxers' fly was gapping open and his soft, thick cock was
dangling between his legs above the water. I steered my tube over so our
tubes were touching, and reached one arm into the center of his tube to
keep them joined. I was able to brush his dick gently with my arm. He
looked over and smiled at me. "Ahhh, this is the life," he murmured. He was
clearly enjoying the cool water, the hot sun, and the attention his hardon
was getting down below.

At one point, the creek took another sharp turn and we entered a shady,
forested stretch. The trees grew out over the water and their leaves
reached over to the tops of the trees on the other bank, creating a
tunnel-like feel. We could see a small bridge crossing the creek ahead. The
water became very deep and moved more slowly here.

Joe, who was in front, dared us to jump from the bridge. "We do it all the
time," he explained as he paddled his tube to the side where there was a
little spot for beaching a few tubes. Jack, Timmy, John, Danny and I joined
him up on the bank, and followed him up a small narrow trail. It felt nice
to get out of the water and warm up a little, so we stood there a few
minutes.

Water was draining from our bodies, dripping out of our shorts into our
sneakers and making a puddle on the deck of the bridge. Joe snuck up behind
Jack and suddenly pulled Jack's shorts down to his ankles, yelling, "I want
those back!" Jack instinctively leaned over to grab the shorts back up, but
Joe had him off-balance, and losing his balance, Jack fell over. Joe
triumphantly yanked the shorts free from Jack's feet, regaining his
shorts. He then jumped up to the rail of the bridge and lept into the water
fifteen or twenty feet below.

Jack stood back up, "I'm going to get you!" he yelled, flashing his bare
ass toward the roadway, followed Joe by leaping from the same spot.

When Joe swam to the bank where our tubes were stacked, he stripped off
Jack's shorts, left them on the ground, and pulled his own shorts on, and
began to climb back up to the bridge.

Joe and Jack had demonstrated how this section of the creek really was deep
enough to jump into from this height. "I wouldn't recommend diving, but
jumping feet-first is safe," he explained as he returned from the
water. Jack had stopped only long enough to pull on his own shorts, and was
chasing and threatening to get his revenge on Joe.

Joe jumped over the edge again quickly to avoid Jack's grasp, but rather
than jump again so quickly, Jack pulled out his dick and started pissing
over the edge of the bridge, so that when Joe surfaced, he felt a warm
stream hitting his head and face. We all howled and laughed and before
long, we were all jumping from the bridge. It was a blast! After a while,
we started to hear the other group of tubers coming down the creek, so we
decided to move along.

As we drifted downstream again, Jack and Joe had come to a tentative
peace. Jack started to make up a song about crapping. Apparently he needed
to take a shit, but had to hold it.

"How far does this creek take us from campus?" I asked after a while. Joe
told us about how the creek wound around in a big loop, coming back to a
place not far from town.

When we came to the spot, we climbed out of the water, and up the small
bank to where we could hear traffic on a road not far away.

"Wait here, guys. It'll take a few minutes to walk to a high school
friend's house just across the street, and I'll call my house for a ride."
Before Joe walked away, he instructed, "When you hear three blast from my
truck's horn, come up to the road with the tubes, ok?" He turned and I
could see his bare back above the field's waist-high grasses. From my
perspective, it looked like he was naked, and I felt a twitch beginning in
my damp shorts.

The rest of the guys sat and lounged in the shade on the banks of the
creek, or in the sun just above that. After more than two hours of
paddling, jumping, swimming, and horsing around, we were all pretty
tired. Danny's hot wrestler's physique, his thin wet boxers and his almost
always wide-open fly were turning me on again, so in an attempt to divert
attention from my excited groin, I laid on my back in the warm grass and
closed my eyes.

Timmy and John were stretched out on their tubes in the shade of a nearby
tree, chatting quietly. Jack had moved over behind a bush to take a
shit. He was still humming his song about crapping.

I realized how tired I was! My hands went to my stomach, feeling my smooth
skin, now dry and warming in the sun. My fingers drifted up to my chest and
grazed my nipples, which were instantly tight and erect. I felt another
lurch in my shorts as my cock stiffened and moved from horizontal to more
vertical orientation.

With my head in the clouds, I could only imagine how visible this might
have been to the other guys, but a little gasp gave Danny away. He was
standing right below me, sitting on his tube at my feet. Knowing he was
looking only made me hornier. My cock came to a full-on boner, pushing the
too-small shorts way up in front. I jiggled my hips side to side to make it
wave like a flagpole, signaling clearly to Danny that he was exciting me.

I felt Danny's hand slide up under the shorts, brushing my inner thigh and
taking a firm grip of my ball sack. I was the one gasping now. "Your nuts
feel cold, dude, "he said. "Should probably get some sun shine on them and
warm them up, eh?" Then, with my eyes still closed, I felt the warm
sunshine on my balls as he pushed the shorts up over my boner. Another form
grip took hold of my shaft, and held on real tight, sliding up and down a
few times to create some more heat. I felt a gob of Danny's spit hit the
head of my dick and a surge of pleasure as a slippery hand spread the
lubricant down to my root.

"I think I hear those other people coming down the creek, guys!" shouted
Jack, who had returned from shitting, and was walking over to where we were
sitting from the bushes. He had gone down to the water's edge to wash his
hands.

Just then we all heard the three horn blasts coming from the roadside where
Joe was waiting in his truck. I sat up and Danny was clearly disappointed
by the double interruptions. "I'll finish with you later, young man," he
informed me grimly. He stood, put his fat cock back in the fly of his
boxers, and grabbed his tube.

I adjusted my shorts to cover myself. My hardon made a very obvious upward
tent in the shorts, popping out, but I followed the rest of the guys across
the edge of the field to the road. Timmy and John were out front, with Jack
close behind, and Danny right in front of me. I kept my eyes firmly focused
on Danny's tight ass. As we walked, my cock waved prominently side to side
the whole way to the truck.