Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2015 18:43:34 -0500
From: hitch bolen <hitchbolen@gmail.com>
Subject: Horny in the Dorms Chapter 21

Horny in the Dorms: Chapter 21

Fast forward a few days. We had moved Danny's stuff to my room, and John
was down the hall with Tim. Classes were starting to take their toll. Like,
we had reading to do, quizzes and tests to study for, and projects to
complete. After all, we were here, and spending a butt-load of money to get
an education.

I was really enjoying my drawing class. I was settling into the routine of
getting to class, pulling up a drawing stool next to Sky, and losing all
sense of time and space while drawing the models on the central podium. The
two hour class flew past every time for me. I was working especially on
loosening up my drawing style. I tended to start on one spot and get into
the detail way too soon. The thing our teacher was pressing us on was to
get a quick gestural line to set the major components of the body onto the
paper and make a quick linear plan for the contours, the positive and
negative spaces, and of course getting the proportions correct.

Sometimes the models were really fit your boys or girls, with little or no
body fat, and it was a joy to draw their musculature, learning about how
their skeleton carried the weight of the pose, whether it was seated or
standing, leaning or reaching out. A few times the models were
fleshy middle-aged men or women with wrinkles, flab and hair in places I
preferred not to draw at all. This was my first time drawing from live
models, and at first I was terrified, but after the first day, I found
myself drawn into the act of drawing and less and less distracted by the
fact that a naked person was standing a few yards away.

One day a young male model -- a dancer it seemed -- posed standing, and
twisting sharply from side, leaning his arms at an angle, legs crossed at
the knees. As the class was almost over, the prof called "time," and the
model stood straight up and stretched out his stiff limbs. His lean
athletic body boasted flawless skin, no tan lines, and no body hair except
for a small patch right above his groin. He stepped off the platform, his
cock bouncing lightly as he made his way to the back of the studio where
his clothes were stacked. He stopped to kiss a girl in the class and talk
about her drawing as he stood there, still naked, casually scratching his
balls. They laughed together, and then moved away and began to pull on his
shorts and tee shirt.

Sky leaned over and commented on how I had captured something quite lovely
in the drawing we had worked on for the past hour. "I love how you captured
the tension of the muscles in the torso, here and here," he said as he
pointed to the place the abdomen twists and blends with the sides and lower
back. "These curves really feel delicate, yet poised with energy."

My view of the model was just a few degrees off from Sky's easel, but his
drawing was completely different from mine. His perspective gave him a much
clearer view of the model's ass. He had drawn the buttocks and the angles
in the hips and legs, the gentle creases of skin at the waist of the model
twisting in his pose.

"Yours looks raw and dark. What are you drawing with?" I asked.

"Charcoal," he replied. "I was planning to put some white in at the end to
highlight the contours ..." he spoke as he reached over and smeared the
side of his hand on his paper, to soften the shading at the spot where the
lower spine meets the top of the butt cheeks. He looked like he was
caressing a lover.

"Are you enjoying this, Sky?" He just moaned a reply.

"I am looking forward to my friend Pauly posing next week. You'll remember
him from the shower, right?"

I was taken back to the shower incident he was referring to, and replayed
all the names I could recall. "Pauly... is he the one with the dreads and
the tattoo on his chest?"

"No, that would be Wally. Pauly is another dancer, with the really short
hair and a really long dick."

"Ah. I remember now." Then we were interrupted by the prof, reminding us to
have one drawing finished for a critique the next class, and the be ready
for a new model the following class. After making the end-of-class
announcements, he walked over to me.

 "Hitch, according to my calendar, it was your friend Danny who had agreed
to pose for the class next. You said he was a wrestler, right?

"Thats' right."  "Do you think he would be okay posing with a few props? I
thought we'd try something different."

"I don't see why not. I'll ask him."

"Ask him to come prepared to wear his wrestling singlet. We may try some
poses that way as well as nude, depending on how the class responds. I am
assuming he is pretty thickly muscled compared to the dancer we had this
week?"

"Yeah, he's much stockier." I said, pulling up a mental image of his body,
which I had spent a few days exploring and getting to know better. This
mental image was making my cock twitch in my shorts, so I snapped back to
the present and tried to follow whatever the prof was saying. Luckily, he
stopped talking and moved away. I adjusted my junk, and started collecting
my drawing utensils, preparing to leave for my next class.

Later, I met the guys in the cafeteria, and as we sat eating and talking, I
mentioned the modeling again. "Danny, next week you'll need to be at the
class by 2:00."

"Okay," he said munching on his french fries. "Any other instructions?"

"Well, he'd like you to bring your wrestling uniform along, and he said he
might ask you to pose with a few props."

"Fine," he mumbled. "Did he say what kind of props?"  "No, but he seemed
interested in your body. I mean, as a wrestler, the class will be drawing a
slightly different body type from the skinny dancer we had this week. And
the chubby lady we had the week before." I made a face at that memory.

"Yeah, I remember seeing your drawings from that week," John
commented. "That lady still makes me queasy when I think about it. I'm glad
I'm not in your class."

Tim added, "Yeah, drawing naked dudes sounds cool, but fat ladies ... eww!"

"What happenes if I pop some wood?" Danny asked, suddenly looking up at
me. "Like, is there a rule about it?"

"Sometimes the models do have to hold a pose an hour or more. In that time,
their stuff will change shape a little, depending on the temperature in the
room." I looked far away and thought a moment. "One day last week, I was on
the model's back side, and the other side of the room was trying to stop
giggling, but I'm not sure what was happening.

"Do the students get horny in class?" Danny asked.

"I suppose. I know I sure do. I had to stop freeballing to that class,
since the freedom in my pants often led to some uncomfortable and awkward
cock action." I reached under the table and adjusted myself again. My cock
had slipped from the leg opening of my boxers and I was afraid it might be
visible outside, since I was wearing baggy shorts. I tucked things back up
there, and continued my meal.

After dinner we walked back to the dorm, and John and Tim invited us to
their room to see how they had rearranged their furniture again. Since
moving there, it seemed they had tried out every conceivable combination of
positions for their two beds, two dressers, two desks and their other
stuff.

"What's this arrangement called?" Danny asked. Each time we saw the new
room, they had given it a new code name.

"We're calling this one the Romper Room," John replied, winking at
me. "We're thinking we might leave it this way a while."

We arrived at their door, and walked into their room. The view of the room
was obstructed slightly by both dressers situated side by side right inside
the door. So we stepped around, and we saw they had put their twin beds
together to form a huge king-size bed.

"Wow," I said. "It's good the view from the hall is blocked somewhat. Not a
lot of floor space this way. But hey, who needs floor space?"

Danny took a leap across the space and landed squarely in the middle of the
bed, saying, "Think how many guys you could fit in here now!"

"We thought it would be good for playing games, studying, and watching TV
together. All of us." He grinned wickedly.

"I guess we could give it a try, eh, Hitch?" Danny teased. "I haven't
played a board game in a long time." He patted the spot right at his side
on the bed, and I went to sit by him.

"Maybe we should meet back here later and watch a movie or play a game?" I
proposed. "I have some studying to do before I call it a night."

"Yeah, me too. I need to get down to the gym and do my workout before I
lose steam," Danny responded. "I need to work my pecs if I'm going to pose
for your drawing class next week!" He pulled his shirt up over his head,
revealing his washboard abs.

"I think you already look amazing, Danny, but if you'll look more amazing
after working out, then go for it!"

We agreed to meet back later in the evening, and I walked to the library
where I needed to check out some books that were on reserve for our class.

I had learned that not everyone came to the library for academic
work. There were a few classrooms in the basement and sometime study groups
met here to work together where their research materials and copiers, etc
were readily available.

But there was a darker reputation too. Rumors were that in the upper
floors, where fewer and fewer staff bothered to go in the evenings when
personnel levels were low anyway, some of the "nooks" were used for hooking
up. There was even an unwritten code of silence on these upper floors,The
north end of the building was primarily where guys met girls, and in the
south end, guys met guys for quick anonymous sex.

I had some reading to do, but I thought I'd check out the rumor, so I
headed for the top floor, and turned to the south end to find a place to
settle in.

I passed a few clusters of other students hunkered down in their books --
or at least pretending really intensely -- as I walked by. I saw an
unoccupied area ahead, and started to pull out the chair and put down the
heavy books, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw the flash of red
hair. It was Mark, the guy who had helped me out of an awkward spot my
first day of class, and we'd messed around a little in his room.

"Hey, Mark," I greeted him quietly, and moved over to speak more quietly to
him. "Working on the reading for class too?"

"Yep. I have to get the reading done tonight because I have a bog paper to
start next week. I haven't seen you up here before."

"Oh, well... I haven't needed to read from the reserve section before, so I
mostly study back in my room."

"I can't study in my room. My roommate always has his loud buds in the
room, and all they talk about is their girlfriends and pussy and who's
boning who..." his face fell in clear dismay. "It makes me sick, so I just
keep away until bedtime, and try not to get in his way."

"Sorry about that, dude," I whispered. "Hey, is it true what they say about
these upper floors?"

"Sure is," he replied, nodding in the direction of a set of restroom doors
on the far wall. "Most of the guys entering and leaving those doors are
spilling their seed. Once in a while, if you are walking through the
stacks, you'll catch someone in the act, right in the aisles!" he
exclaimed.

"Sit here, Hitch, and I'll show you." He pulled up the seat nearby, and I
parked myself down. I started to find my place in the first book, and was
just working my way into study mode when he tapped my leg with his foot. I
glanced up at him and he was nodding toward the bathroom door.

A tall dark-haired guy with thick glasses had just entered the floor from
the main stairwell, and he made straight for the men's room. "Your type?"
Mark signaled with his eyebrows. I must have looked confused, so he looked
disappointed, then back down at his book, and so did I.

A few minutes later, when I had read a few paragraphs and was
just starting to get into the material, Mark nudged me again. I looked
quickly towards the bathroom, and saw a short, stocky guy with a shaved
head, dark sunglasses, wearing a white tee, super baggy gym shorts with an
obvious hard on inside enter the restroom quietly.

"Wanna check it out?" Mark whispered. "If you wait ten seconds, enter
really quietly, you'll be sure to see under the dividers that someone's
swapping some cum."

"What? How do you know?" I asked.

"Because I have perfected this technique, and can instantly tell, based on
my studying the various variables which combinations of guys entering will
be into what."

"Do you go in and watch?"

"Sometimes, I watch. Sometimes I play a part." He smiled hungrily. "And I
have a few regulars now that I can count on to come by."

"This is all very interesting, but I really DO need to get some reading
done."

"Fine," he stated as he rose and made his way to the bathroom. I watched
him with fascination go to the doors, and silently enter the men's
room. The door closed, and he was out of sight.

I went back to the book, but no matter how I tried, I couldn't for the life
of me concentrate on the text on the page. I kept imagining what might be
going on in there behind that door. Was Mark in the stall? Standing quietly
watching the other two guys do their thing? What was their thing?

I recalled that I had encountered some pretty good cock suckers in various
campus bathrooms myself, and Mark was one of them. I thought about his warm
wet mouth on my thick swollen rod, and in seconds, my cock really was all
horned up. I leaned forward, my crotch hidden below the desk's surface, one
hand groping and stroking myself as I reminisced about meeting Mark in that
restroom.

"Hey!" Mark's voiced started me. "Guess what?"

"Wha?" I blurted stupidly, coming back to the present in a heartbeat. "I
didn't hear you." I pulled my hand out of my pants and pretended to be
interested in the book in front of me.

"I went in, and Guy 1 was in stall 1, Guy 2 in stall 2. Pants down to the
floor -- which is completely unnecessary -- and so I went into stall 3 and
sat down."  "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. He wasn't listening, so
he kept on with his report.

"I looked under the wall and saw that Guy 1 was jerking off, and Guy 2 was
just taking a shit. It looked like he wasn't paying any attention, so I
stood up on the toilet seat and peeked over the divider. He was watching
porn on his phone, and after shitting, he started getting hard. Guy 1
reached under the wall to signal he'd take it, so Guy 2 squats and lets the
other guy give him a hand job."

"So?"

"So, get in there and see for yourself!"

"Fine!" I got up, and pretending my erection wasn't poking down my leg,
walked nonchalantly as I could to the restroom door. As quietly as
possible, I slipped inside.

I heard a sudden shuffling of feet, so I'm guessing my entrance wasn't as
silent as I had attempted. I stopped dead in my tracks, then walked
purposefully to the third stall in the back of the room. As I passed the
first two stalls, I peered quickly through the cracks and could clearly see
the tall dark guy's head down and the shorter bald guy with the white
tee. Both had their hands clenched between their knees.

I sat down on the toilet without pulling my shorts down, then decided that
was idiotic, so I stood back up and dropped my shorts and boxers to the
floor. Then it occurred to me that these guys knew the reputation of this
floor as much as anyone, so there was no use pretending they were here for
anything other than sex, so why should I be so afraid? I was standing there
in the stall, my cock standing straight out, and I realized that the shadow
it was casting was clearly visible to Guy 2 whose shadow indicated he was
looking over at the floor under me.

I heard a gasp, and then he was on his knees. I saw his hands on the floor
and his mouth inviting me to come down to him and get sucked.

"Let me suck that horse cock, dude..." he begged as I dropped to my
knees. One hand grabbed my shaft and he started blowing me, or trying to
swallow the first few inches. Clearly, he wasn't going to deep throat my
cock in this position. I was pressing my abdomen against the divider wall,
my thighs spread out to the sides, allowing his mouth easy access. He
really knew what he was doing, this felt great.

I felt his body lurch in my direction suddenly, and he grunted in
pain. "Slip it in, dude, just a little more lube," he suggested. I realized
that he wasn't talking to me, but Guy 1 was fucking his ass from the other
side of his stall while he was sucking me. I felt Guy 2's rhythm change to
match the fact that he was getting boned from both sides. I started to fuck
his mouth with the same pattern, and after a few minutes he pulled my cock
out of his mouth and switched positions, so now his ass was pressed against
the lower edge of the partition and his face was now sucking Guy 1's dick.

I saw his pukered little hole was already stretched and wide open, so I
teased slowly my thick cock head toward it, stroked it against his hole a
few times, and he moaned to signal he wanted it.

I pushed my dick's tip against the ring of his hole, and when it finally
popped in, I was struck by the heat and wet sensation, followed by the
tight channel I was pressing into. His moaning got louder, I remembered his
mouth was full -- and at about 6 inches, when it seemed I couldn't get in
any further he started to really holler. I heard the wet slurpy
sound of a cock being drawn out of a mouth, and a husky voice commanding,
"don't stop now ... push harder!"

I pushed further in, assuming I was hurting him, plowing my giant penis
into his tight hole, and, after a moment of almost nothing, I felt space
opening and I slipped another three inches in. His moaning took on a much
higher pitch, and I started fucking in and out with real purpose.  "Hold it
in -- all the way -- for a second, dude..." he pleaded, clearly in
pain. And when I did as he asked, he sounded like he was going to
cry. "You're splitting me in two!" He cried, and then began to sit back on
my cock, forcing me even deeper in. Then I heard Guy 1 start to breath
faster and louder, and it sounded like he was cumming in Guy 2's mouth. A
few loud grunts later and Guy 1 was finished and standing up.

I could hear his pants buckle and his toilet flushing while I was thrusting
deep in the ass hole in front of me. I was starting to feel a tight
slippery sensation I thought I could get used to, with the motion, the
tightness ... the heat.

Then, just as the orgasm began to build, his hole was gone. I felt the cold
rush of air on my wet cock, and heard the wet pop of it escaping the
clutches of the hole.

A quick shuffling of limbs, and my cock was once again inside Guy 2, but
his mouth now: his tongue and lips still covered with Guy 1's cum, now
greedily slurping his own ass juices from my shaft, bringing me closer and
closer to climax. He grabbed my balls tightly in one hand, holding me tight
against the bottom edge of the partition, my cock slipping in and out of
his lips, until the stimulation became too much and I started bucking and
twitching uncontrollably against the wall. I think I shouted something, but
I can't be sure.

I was pumping his mouth full of my load, and he continued to lick, suck and
caress my balls until he had drained me dry. When he let my still red and
wet cock slip from his face, I fell back on my ass, legs bent beneath me,
and I laid my face and arms on the cool porcelain bowl at my side. I
panted, and stayed there a few minutes, while Guy 2 stood and left the
stall. I heard water running, and a towel rip from the dispenser, then the
soft sound of the door closing.

"Hey, are you all right?" a voice called. It was Mark. "I heard you scream,
and thought you might be in trouble."

"I'm okay," I groaned. A shadow passed outside the stall I was still
sprawled across. The door opened, and Mark observed me lying there with my
pants still around both ankles. "I just got sucked off, and it was
awesome."

Mark helped me get up. "I remembered your cock was huge, but I had
forgotten how huge." He pushed me from the stall, and took a seat himself,
closing the door after me, saying, "it's almost time for one of my
regulars, so I'll see you tomorrow in class, okay?"

I pulled my on pants, and took a turn at the sink washing my hands. Just as
I was pushing the door to leave, it flew open and a really cute guy rushed
past me, clearly eager to get in to do his business.

I went back to the seat where I had left my books and tried to focus on the
reading I needed to do. It was tough, and at some point, after re-reading
the same paragraph at least three times, I put my head down on the desk-top
and closed my eyes.