Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2015 14:11:26 -0400
From: Hitch Bolen <hitchbolen@gmail.com>
Subject: Horny in the Dorms: Chapter 22

Chapter 22

When I woke up, there was a moment where I could not imagine where I
was. It was pitch black. I was sprawled out on a cushioned chair, my legs
were really stiff, so I stretched and looked from side to side, as my eyes
picked up a dim glimmer from the distance.

Then I remembered I was in the library. I apparently had slept through the
closing bell, and was now probably locked in. I stumbled to my feet, which
was tricky, since my legs were so stiff from the awkward position I had
slept in. I went to the stairwell, where gladly there was a dim emergency
light to guide me down to the main level. The place was really quiet, of
course, but as I entered the main lobby, I heard a noise. It was gentle and
rhythmic, then it stopped suddenly. I froze, looking from side to side in
the darkness to determine where the sound might be coming from.

It sounded exactly like a person saying, "Shh!" very quietly, which made me
curious. I crouched down, and with my hands on the floor, examined the
surrounding space, and from this low point of view caught a brief flicker
of light to my right, as if someone was checking their phone.

"Never mind, it must have been the wind." a deep voice whispered. The
rhythmic sound resumed, and now I knew I was interrupting someone's late
night fuck session. I clearly wasn't the only one locked into the library
tonight.

I debated crawling over closer to watch, not sure I wanted to get caught
watching. Just then, a huge air-conditioner unit somewhere deep in the
bowels of the building started up, and a deep thrumming of the fan blowing
covered the sounds I was hearing, and probably would make it easier for me
to move quietly.

So I got back to my feet and crept closer to the area I thought I had seen
the light. I passed the long rows of shelves holding current periodicals
and journals, and between these rows was a small seating area for reading
with a few easy chairs and a small low table. From this angle I could only
see the very dim form of a naked guy's back and ass pumping swiftly into an
unseen figure.

I crept to the next row over and crawled on my hands and knees to get
closer, until I was just inches away peeking between the rows of
shelving. Now I could see it was two guys, and the receiver was on his
back, his legs bent above him. The fucker on top was holding his ankles,
and facing the ceiling, concentrating on his thrusting.

"Oooohh, that's nice, you have a sweet tight ass, dude," he whispered
quietly as he slowed down a little and pulled almost completely out before
pounding back in and resuming his quicker pace.

"Yeah, that's right, man, pound me, pound my hole, man!" the guy on the
floor moaned back to him. He rocked his head side to side, eyes closed, but
then as I was watching his eyes opened and he was looking right at
me. "It's all right, Gary, you can fuck me all night if you want, destroy
my naughty little ass, dude," he continued winking at me.

I was caught, but this guy was into being watched, so I stayed frozen
there, and grabbed my own balls with my free hand. My dick was rock hard
again, and although I had blasted a load only hours before, it felt like I
could go a few more rounds.

The guy on the floor flipped over so he was on his hands and knees, and
"Gary" was fucking him doggy style, his hands caressing the bottom's ass,
back and shoulders. He started to moan with less and less care of being
overheard. "I don't care if we do get caught, dude, this is so fucking
awesome doing it here in the middle of the library!" He spoke in a soft
groaning tone, clearly lost in the sensory overload of the risky scene he
was playing out and the pure pleasure of his cock, slipping repeatedly into
the willing hole below him.

I started to think I had better move along, since this guy looked strong
enough to break me in half. But just then, Gary started to climax, and he
rode the other guy's ass so hard, I thought he might cry. He pushed his
dick deep into the hole a few more times, and then collapsed covered in
sweat.

I took the opportunity to creep away towards the vestibule. I knew I could
never open two sets of doors without making noise, so I just tip-toed over
until I was inches away, and then plunged for the latch, which made a very
loud clicking sound as I plowed out into the humid night air. I can only
guess what those two exhausted, post-coital guys were thinking as they
probably assumed someone was entering the building.

Summer was still clearly dominating the recent weather patterns, with
scorching heat all day and hot sticky humid nights, plus the occasional
evening thunderstorm. This evening, it felt like a hot wet blanket after
the cool dry air conditioning of the library building. I had gotten almost
none of my reading done, and I was not sure how late it really was, but it
must be really late, since the library was all locked up and campus was
really deserted. I felt a whisper of breeze against my sweaty face as I
walked briskly cross campus.

I found my way back to my dorm, and up the stairs. Still trying to decide
what I'd tell the guys, who had been waiting for me to play games tonight
in the romper room, I glided down the empty corridor. Not a soul was in
sight.

When I came to their room's door, I paused and listened briefly, my hand
trying to turn the latch silently. I heard only a soft snoring sound, and
after closing the door quietly behind me, I moved into the darkened room,
where I could just make out the shapes of three men sprawled in a tangle of
limbs, the touselled heads of my best friends, their bare chests rising and
falling in deep slumber.

I could see in the almost complete blackness little more than three lumps,
but it smelled like a romper room. I could detect musky sweat and more:
cum. Without seeing any real evidence, it was obvious this tangle of boys
had been enjoying themselves tonight without me.

I smiled, and as my eyes adjusted a little more, I could now imagine a
little of their love-making. The faint alarm clock display provided the
tiniest glint of light reflecting off the top edge of a buttock, a knee
cap, the edge of a shoulder and strong neck with just the hint of an ear
and jawline which must be Danny's sleeping form. I glimpsed his hand,
draped gently and lovingly across the thigh of the next body. The thigh was
a little hairy, so it must be Timmy's, and that meant the other lump in the
darkness was John.

A desk-top fan across the room was providing just enough of a breeze to
make the bed full of hot blooded guys bearable. The fan also masked the
noise I probably had made entering the room. I checked the clock on the
nearby desk. 3:39. Yikes, I was going to HAVE to get some sleep tonight or
tomorrow classes would be a bust.

I knew I couldn't climb into this pile of warm bodies without causing a
disturbance, plus I needed to pee, so I backed out of the room to go to the
bathroom, where I decided I also needed a quick shower to rinse off before
going to bed. I hadn't brought anything in with me, so I just stripped and
left my things in a pile on the tiled floor. I pissed on the shower floor
as I waited for the water to warm a little. I adjusted the flow to medium
and luke warm. I rinsed off the stresses of the day, trying to relax and
cool down from the crazy evening I'd just had.

I stood there, enjoying the cool water rushing from the crown of my head
down to my neck, shoulders and then to the rest of my skin. I brushed my
wet chest and abs gently, and ran my hands down to rinse my groin, then
back to my ass. I only barely touched my cock, but I wanted to be sure it
was really clean, and the lightest touch was all it needed to be reminded
of the stimulation of the evening's activities.

I was feeling my balls, and thinking I'd need to shave them again soon, my
fingers gently caressing the soft skin of my balls sack with tiny
stubble. A surge of pleasure from my asshole to my scalp caught me off
guard. Suddenly I flashed to the memory of the sex I had watched happening
on the floor in the library. My grip on my nuts had brought my cock to full
attention, and I took great pleasure in its endurance. I had plowed into
that guy's ass in the cubicle tonight, and then down the same guy's
throat. He seemed to want to devour it. He must have been really choking on
it, I mean how could be breathe?

I began stroking myself gently -- my eyes closed -- trying to recall the
sensation of my cock moving from the guy's ass to his mouth. My hand
provided a poor substitute for the hot wet holes of the many guys on this
campus who wanted to have my huge cock inside them. But I jerked myself in
any case, the rhythm very familiar from many years of practice. What was
new was knowing how much better this stroking would feel if it was one of
my buddies' hands, or better yet: their hot wet tongues or asses.

Just then, I heard a loud crashing sound as the bathroom door opened. I
opened my eyes in time to see a staggering form falling into the shower,
then loudly vomiting all over the shower floor. It was brown and chunky,
but mostly the color of cheap beer. The smell would have been enough to
kill the mood, but the sight of another guy from the dorm, now unconscious
in a puddle of his own puke did it.

I fled from the shower, and took a seat on the toilet in an adjacent
stall. My heart was racing, and the shock made my hands tremble. I was
still dripping wet, but cooled off now, so I grabbed the small pile of
clothes and went to my room, when I knew I'd be alone. I dumped the wet
pile in the corner by my closet. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it loosely
around me, then stumbled to my bed.

 I flung myself across the top of my bed, my legs hanging out into the
air. And that's the way they found me the next day, around 11:00 am when
Danny and Tim stopped by the see what had become of me.  I only woke
because there was a burst of loud laughing and guffawing coming from behind
and above me. I must have been a crazy sight. On my face, my legs were
sprawled out at an odd angle, the towel -- now dry, was covering nothing at
all, my one hand was down in my crotch, the other bent under my head.

I was dazed, and flipped over to see what was happening, revealing my
morning wood to the boys. That just made them laugh even louder.

I grabbed the towel up again, wrapped it loosely and fled for the bathroom
to relieve myself. When I returned, they were still giggling, but Danny had
calmed down enough to ask me, "What the hell happened last night?"

"I should ask you two!" I returned.

"What do you mean? We waited up for you in the romper room until really
late ... and you never showed up?"

"I will tell you my story after you tell me yours. Wait! What time is it?!"
That's when I noticed I had slept through two morning classes, and would
barely have time to get dressed, eat something and get to my third class
today. "Let's go get some lunch, and we can talk on the way," I blurted as
I grabbed a clean shirt from my dresser. "Toss me those shorts, Danny, they
already have my wallet and ID in them."

"Sure, Hitch, no problem," Danny assured me, tossing me my shorts which
were on his side of the room. I pulled on the shorts, pulling my cock
behind the zipper, being careful not to catch anything as I rushed out the
door. The guys followed me closely behind.

Timmy asked, "Did you hear about Glen? He lost a drinking game last night
and passed out in the shower. Puke everywhere."

"Stupid shit," Danny blurted, "I feel for the poor bastard that has to
clean up his mess."  "Actually, yes, I did see him. I was just coming to
bed when he puked all over the shower. I just missed getting sprayed by
it."

"Gross!" We continued to chat about the news of the day as we walked the
short distance to our dining hall.

I got a digest version of their evening's playtime: I had missed out on a
intimate series of dares that led to the three of them fantasizing about
what they would do to ME when I finally arrived. Something like strip
poker, but with two of them voting up or down on the scenarios imagined by
the one who was "it." And when I didn't come back, and they so completely
horny- more than they could handle, so they decided to act out their
three-way fantasies without me.

We found a table, and I began to relate the events of the previous
evening. They were both excited to hear about the possibilities of the
library's upper floors, and especially the restroom hook-ups.

"I had no idea.." Timmy said, staring off into space. "I mean, if everyone
knows it, then why do they let it continue? Wouldn't it be the perfect spot
for security to patrol? I mean you never know who's shitting in the next
stall."

"Yeah, well, apparently it's not the place to go for a shit," I said. "But
if you need to get your rocks off... Anyway, I gotta run to class. See you
both at dinner?"

I dashed out of the dining hall to find my afternoon classes, wondering
whether missing my two morning classes would come back to haunt me.