Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 10:47:59 -0500
From: Hitch Bolen <hitchbolen@gmail.com>
Subject: Horny in the Dorms: Chapter 8

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Chapter Eight


It was close to midnight on the first day of classes. I was back in my room
with a naked wrestler who had just shaved my balls.

"That blog said we will need to get used to the feeling, it said `some
itching is normal for a few days.'" Danny told me. "Let me see if I got it
all," as he reached to pull my towel free from my waist. He then smoothly
and gently stroked my cock and balls feeling every millimeter at least ten
times, just to be sure there was no stubble he'd missed. "Feels like a
baby's behind!" he announced, with a huge smile.

I decided I needed to be bold too, so, taking my cues from this stud, I
also reached over, pulled his towel away, and began to feel his balls and
thick long rod, and it really did feel like a baby's butt! "It's great!" I
grinned over at him, and then with a firm grip on his balls, pulled him
over to my bunk. He moved quickly to a position where we were both standing
face to face, our hands on the others' cock, our bodies moving closer. His
more muscled chest touched mine and his hands went to my back, ass and I
did the same. Before I knew what was happening, his mouth had covered mine,
and he was hungrily sucking on my lips. Startled at the bolt of electricity
this caused to run through my entire body, my mouth opened with a stifled
gasp. His tongue began to probe inside my mouth, and I was being overcome
with the strong emotion and attraction to this guy giving me my first real
kiss.

We broke away for a second to breath, he looked pleadingly into my eyes,
and I guess he saw permission to continue, because he dove into a second
kiss that forced me back on my bed and collapsed under his weight. I was
almost completely covered by his warm clean, hairless body, only my legs
seemed to be uncovered and he rubbed our chests and torsos together. Our
now smooth cocks also got rubbed between us, and it was feeling great. His
tight washboard abs felt great against my cock. He was moaning and kissing
at the same time, and I was in a bit of a daze.

My hands wandered to his back and explored the curve of his lower back
muscles that ran right into his ass crack. I traced that route several
times, enjoying the feel of his warm skin. Eventually, my fingers lingered
in his crack, until one of my hands reached his ass hole, gently circling
the different texture of the ring around his anus. He jolted upright, our
chests parting and a rush of cold air against the light sheen of sweat that
had formed there.

"Whoah, Cowboy!" he exclaimed. "What's up with that?" he looked angry, but
before I could register panic, he burst out laughing. "Kidding, dude, I'm
just a little ticklish down there, I guess. He giggled lightly as he
climbed off of me, and laid down by my side.

"Sorry if that was too much, Danny," I said. "My fingers just sort of have
a mind of their own."

"Not a problem, I felt a little burst of adrenaline or something, like when
I'm wrestling and I get in a tight hold, and out of nowhere I get that same
sort of burst that energizes me to break the hold or flip him over, or
whatever. It's an awesome feeling, really." He was stroking his thick rod
now with enthusiasm, as was I.

"Does the guy you're wrestling get a grip on your crotch in these tight
holds?" I asked, with real curiosity. "Do you get horny wrestling?"

"Sometimes. I've popped a few boners while wrestling in tournaments. In
wrestling, it's not really an asset to have a big package, it's just too
much of a target to grab hold of." He rolled to his side and took my cock
from me and started stroking it for me. He rubbed my dick back and forth
against his now totally smooth abdomen.

"So how do you keep it from happening?" I was watching Danny's face now. As
he talked he was focusing on moving my bone around and cupping my balls,
and his thick biceps and chest muscled flexed with every movement. It was
fascinating to see his body movement this close up. I could smell his
breath, and the soap on his gleaming skin.

"Well, it's sort of a rite of passage. Happens to everyone eventually, so
when it does, the whole team will rally around, screaming `boner, boner!
Then they lift you off your feet, and on our team in high school, they'd
parade you spread eagle above their heads all the way to the locker room,
strip you naked and dump you in the showers." He gazed off to the far side
of the room briefly, as if remembering the event brought back fond
memories. "It happened to me five times my senior year. Kinda how I got my
nickname."

"What's that?" I asked. I was enjoying the attention he was paying to my
genitals, but the story had my attention as well.

"Horndog." he confessed. "They meant it too. Wrestlers are pretty
homophobic, and getting a hardon too often like, crossed a line." He was
still smiling, so I pressed for more.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

""Cuz, I needed a push to come out of the closet, and that was it." He
looked me straight in the eyes then. "Rather than deny it, I just decided
to go with it. I let them call me that because it was true, and after they
saw it wasn't scaring me or intimidating me, they almost all came around."
He then told me that his teammates mostly stopped the teasing and since he
was a senior and team co-captain, and a really good wrestler, they
respected him anyway. "A few of those guys never really treated me the same
after that, but most were really cool about it."

"Sounds nice." I whispered, thinking how much it would be great to have
that kind of friendship and support. But his warm grip on my 9-inch rod was
now all I could think about. Lying side by side with his hand making the
perfect fuck-tube, all I had to do was thrust a little with my hips, and he
tightened a little to encourage me. He held my back with his other strong
arm, pulling me closer to his side of the bed. I put my arm on his back
too, feeling his broad muscles, his spine and his tight ass.

Then he put our cocks together in his grip, and stroked them together,
matching my thrusts with his own. His eyes went closed and I watched his
face as he made faces that told me all I needed to know about what he was
feeling. His breathing became shorter, his rhythm quickened, and in just a
few more strokes he came into his hand, our lower abdomens, and against my
own hardon. The added lubricant was all I need to push me over the edge,
and I gushed a fresh load between us, and we were both bucking and rubbing
together for several moments, enjoying the sensory overload of the orgasm.

We rolled to our backs, breathing heavily, eyes closed. "That was awesome!"
Danny gasped.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Don't move." I commanded, as I leapt from the bed,
turned out the lights, and dashed back to the bed. I pulled a blanket over
us, and laid on top of him, smashing the cum from our bellies together. I
didn't care anymore about the mess, I just wanted to feel the closeness of
our bodies. We lay there a while, and before long, I became aware Danny was
asleep. I slid gently to the other side of the single bed, and went to
sleep too.

When I woke, it was almost pitch black, and still very early, but it was
immediately evident that someone had just closed the door, and was almost
silently walking to the other bunk. John was back, trying to sneak into bed
without waking me. I wasn't sure if he knew Danny was still here in my bed
with me or not, but I was instantly afraid it might offend him. I could
only just barely see in the darkness his indistinct form slipping between
the sheets a few feet across the room.