Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2016 16:55:27 -0400
From: hitch bolen <hitchbolen@gmail.com>
Subject: Horny in the Dorms Chapter 25

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Chapter 25


Stepping out of my clothes and into the shower with Danny, we continued
chatting about the classes, the pressure to complete readings and papers,
etc. Then it got quiet.

Danny had just worked out, and he was really pumped. His muscles swollen
and veins popping on his forearms. But I couldn't stop staring at his ass.
It was flawless. Not a hair or zit in sight, just plump glutes with just
the right amount of wiggle.

He turned his back toward me, giving me an undisturbed view as he put his
head into the water stream, and I could watch the water caress his neck,
run down the channels of his muscles in his back, and down across his two
perfectly formed buttocks.

I had enough soap in my hands to lather up myself, and my hands lingered —
one at my balls, and the other behind stroking my hole.

Danny had shampoo in his hair and his eyes were closed now, but he turned
and faced me, the water hitting his shoulders and down his body to his
perfectly hairless cock and balls, which was semi-hard and pointing
straight out at me, wagging slightly left to right.

I found myself panting slightly with the thrill of the view, and  my own
cock was now beginning to grow longer and thicker. I closed my eyes and
began washing my face and neck with the lather I had worked up with the bar
of soap. And almost at once I felt Danny's firm grip on my cock. One hand
held me tightly and the other was cupping my balls. I moaned without
thinking.

Danny said, "Feels like you need a shave, Hitch. I feel some stubble down
here."

"Well... sure if you want to help me out...?" I whispered back.

"That's what I was hoping you'd say." The next thing I knew he was pressing
his body against mine, his hot wet soapy body rubbing firmly against my
own. His warm mouth found my own, and with our wet hot faces pressed
together he practically sucked my tongue out of my mouth. When he pulled
back, there was a loud pop of air and we both gasped for breath.

He was grinding his cock hard against my lower abdomen, and I could also
feel the little rough hairs that needed to be shaved. I ran my hands down
his back, grabbed his buttocks, and slipped both hands down each side of
his body, pulling his silky cheeks apart and sliding my own stiffy between
his thighs.

Our hands were grappling eachother, with our soap lubricating our wet
bodies, rubbing against the other, feeling the excitement of the sensations
and stimulation coming from our skin making such intimate contact.

Then the door to the bathroom squeaked loudly as someone entered. Two guys'
voices loudly began talking in the sink area just around the tiled corner
from the shower area.

"And after a shower, I'll show you what I meant about solving that equation
with the new formula we learned today," said voice One.

"I'll join you in there in a minute, I've got to take a dump," said the
second guy. And there was the unmistakable sound of a toilet stall door
slamming closed.

"Hey," Guy One said as he entered the shower room.

We both turned to the shower spray with our backs toward the door, and
started rinsing off. With a glance we agreed to finish in the room. Our
boners were still pretty noticeable, but within a few seconds we were both
rinsed off, and had towels wrapped loosely around our waists. The new guy
at least kept his eyes to himself, or didn't say anything about our awkward
departure, so we just grabbed the things we needed and dashed down the
hallway to our room. Giggling like school-girls, we dumped the pile of
clothing on the floor, and dried eachother off.

"And I was looking forward to a shave," I complained, drying and also
feeling my nuts.

"I have some shaving cream, so I can still do it here," Danny replied. He
crossed to his dresser, to pick up the can and razor, and when he turned
away the light from the desk lamp revealed that his back was still covered
with thousands of droplets of water. He turned back to face me, began
spraying shaving cream into his palm, and in seconds my balls were back in
his strong, tender grip. I stepped backward to my bed, and laying my towel
under my hips, I leaned back to allow better access to my groin. He placed
his own towel on the floor under his knees, and got to work removing the
week-old growth of small tender hairs growing from my cock and balls.

By the end of the session it could be said my dick was well-aroused, being
handled, held and stroked with his fingers to hold the skin tight enough to
shave efficiently. But his grip on my cock was tighter and moving a bit
more than absolutely necessary.

As he finished, he wiped off my crotch and felt the smooth skin with his
fingertips to be sure he hadn't missed anything. It felt heavenly. The
sensation made the hair on my arms and neck stand on end. I felt the root
of my ass clench tight and saw my cock bob to full erection, curving
slightly away from my flat belly. I glanced over at Danny, and his focus
was entirely on my cock, licking his lips, only inches from my balls.

"Looks like I got it all," he announced. "I think you're good to go for a
few days." His one hand was still firmly encircling my stiff rod, four
fingers around the shaft, the thumb gently pressing the frenulum.

"Thanks," I whispered. "Do you need a shave too?"

"Nah," he answered, "I just shaved this morning, but I am so hungry for
your cock right now..." his voice trailed off into a soft moan as his lush
lips covered my cockhead, then his warm wet tongue began teasing the spot
where the crown and the shaft met.

"Ah-huh..." was all I could get out before my whole body was captured in
the center of the sensation of the attention he paid to my dick in his
mouth while both hands fondled my now baby-smooth balls. I raised both legs
and placed my calves over his shoulders onto his back, where the water
droplets still glistened.

When he came up for air, Danny picked up my lower limbs and turned us both
90 degrees to the bed, so now he was kneeling on the soft mattress, and I
was lying with my feet nd legs up in the air. He pushed my legs back
against my chest, and he began licking my balls, taking my nuts one at a
time into his mouth, then running his tongue from my hole all the way up to
my cock's tip, then back down again. He ran his tongue around my hole,
teasing gently against the sensitive ring of muscles.

I was enjoying his aggressive attention on my privates, not sure what
exactly what he was up to, but enjoying it nonetheless. I think I forgot to
breathe, because I gasped loudly, and Danny stopped.

"Are you okay?" he said with a concerned expression, "I can stop..." His
face was red and wet from his own saliva, now spread out liberally on my
balls and below.

"Don't you fucking dare..." I spat out, reaching out and pulling his face
back to my ass.

After eating me out a little longer, my hole began to relax and  open a
little more easily. I felt Danny's pointer finger enter a few inches, and
stroke the inside of my rectum. A wave of pleasure I'd never felt before
passed right through me, a muscle spasm moved like a wave from my feet to
my head. Now we had been exploring our bodies for a few weeks, and tried a
lot of different positions, but I'd never really been truly fucked before.
Danny had made it clear that he was eager, but we had just never gotten to
that point.

Our favorite activity was 69, and we'd gotten to the point we could cum at
the same time and swallow the whole load with some practice, and both
needing to exercise complete control, coming up with some nonverbal signals
that we could send and receive while our mouths were full.

But this was different. I was feeling a warmth and an anal hunger that only
Danny could satisfy. His gentle probing finger had found a spot against my
prostate gland that was creating a smooth sensation I'd never felt before,
but wanted to keep going. I knew instinctively that filling my ass with his
thick cock was what I wanted.

"Fuck me, Danny..." I whispered urgently.

"Are you sure you're ready?"

"Uh-huh..." was all I could say, another wave of ecstacy coming as his
touch reminded me of the nerve endings screaming for attention in my ass.
"I want to feel you fill me up."

"I'll go slow. The first time can be really painful."

"You've been stretching me and prepping me for weeks, Danno. Please fuck me
now!"

"Ok, let me get the lube." He put my legs down, stepped over to his
dresser, and took the lube from his top drawer. I could see he was
semi-hard, and would need some help to get stiff enough to fuck me.

"Let me blow you some first, ok?"

"Sure, " he said looking down at his junk.

I laid face-up on the edge of the bed, my head pointed at him, and about
the right height for him to face fuck me. I took his whole semi-erect dick
in my mouth, and started sucking him gently. I could feel him stiffen,
lengthen and by his other body language, it was clear he was getting more
and more excited too.

He grabbed my knees, and pulled my lower body into a ball, with my legs
over my chest, my ass on top. While he plowed my mouth full of cock, he
pushed his face into my crack, spreading my cheeks and once again tongue
fucking my hole, licking my balls, and running his chin and face from my
hole to my balls.

We changed positions, so he could access my back-side more easily with his
strong hands. I assumed the doggy position, my ass aimed directly at him.
He had three well-lubed fingers in my hole, and the other fingers were
firmly planted in and around my balls.

Somehow he knew exactly where my prostate was, or was just extremely lucky,
as two strong fingers were taking me to levels of pleasure I'd never known
before.

His fingers pulled out suddenly, and in an instant a warm penis was
pressing against my ass hole. I had practiced the "anal squeeze" that would
relax the ring of muscles intended to keep things out down there. I
squeezed several times while backing up slightly, applying pressure until
his cock head popped in, then the next three inches or so slid in and then
almost back out again.

Initially, a heated wave of pressure struck me, but as Danny shifted his
weight and the angle of entry moved down a little, he hit the pleasure spot
again, and I saw stars. I leaned back against his lap, so he began to press
himself more fully into my ass.

Time and space seemed to warp. My recollections are of colors and shapes
and muted sounds not of the actual passage of time or making anything like
intelligible language. I reverted to purely animal instinct. The urge to
fuck and be fucked. The pain and pleasure I was feeling in the pit of my
soul superceded my ability to talk, to signal Danny, and only later learned
from him that I was crying silently, my mouth wide open, my body moving
against Danny's in eager acceptance of his violating my personal space.

When it was over, I was lying on my side. Danny was lying behind me, his
warm body pressing against my back, my tears running down my face to the
pillow. Danny was afraid at first I was crying because of the pain, and
only after ten minutes or so was I able to talk.

"That was fucking amazing." I think was what I said. That made him laugh.
Softly at first, but then louder and louder until we were both laughing so
hard we were struggling to breathe.

I turned onto my back, with both of us side by side facing the ceiling, I
glanced down to see my own cum was still dripping from my cock.

"Did I cum too?" I said, incredulous.

"Boy did you ever!" Danny answered, shifting over to reveal the wet sheets
between us. "I thought you were pissing it was so much!"

"Funny how I don't remember the details... I thought I went blind!"

"That wouldn't do at all," he said, "not if you're going to continue as an
art major!"