Date: Wed, 26 May 2004 03:18:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ray Jacobson <tree_smoker007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jerkin in the dorms Part 10

	As the spring semester of my freshman year progressed, old wounds
healed and my life reverted back to much the way it was before my
disastrous and short-lived romance with Alex, and even our friendship
mended its wounds. Things with Sean remained fairly stable; our casual
sexual relationship had long since lost any hint of awkwardness, although
our hook ups were random and infrequent and hardly the only aspect to our
friendship. The frat once again became the center of my social world, and
it even seemed as if the rough patch between Alex and me had gone largely
unnoticed by the guys as a whole. The spring pledge class, however, was
rather lackluster and small, but it did have at least one promising member,
Marcus. Marcus was a stoner and quickly became a frequent smoking buddy of
mine, and decided to join the frat at the behest of his high school buddy
David, who had pledged when I did. Dave was a heavy drinker with a dry wit
that kept everyone laughing their asses off whenever he opened his
mouth. After Marc got in, the two of them became the people I spent most of
my free time with.

	Brent, James and me still hung out, although it was not very
often. The two of them always dropped hints that I should go out clubbing
with them, but at the time I didn't have any such desire, that just wasn't
my scene. Another factor that played into the diminishing of our
friendship, in terms of frequency, was the stabilization of the
relationship between the two of them, and more often than not the two of
them were off doing their own thing together, while I was still integrating
myself into frat-life. I preferred to goof off and get fucked up with Marc
and Dave and the other potheads than sit around talking about gay stuff
with Brent and James. It was subtle and hush-hush, but still the feeling of
some unspoken controversy around James and Brent circulated throughout the
fraternity. I merely assumed that the true nature of the relationship
between them was obvious to the rest of the guys, but it proved to go
beyond than, and oddly centered on James rather than Brent in animosity.

	Sean and I continued our relationship as usual, but our hook ups
became a bit more frequent over the spring semester. I suppose the two of
us were so used to indulging our sexual appetites with one another that the
convenience lessened our drive to prowl around for action, most notably was
Sean's dramatic decline in female guests to the point where he was only
hooking up with one girl. The two of us never slept together, as in
sleeping in the same bed, which highlighted the "informal" nature of our
sexual relationship. Three days out of the week were guaranteed hook ups
for us both, as we had both had a three hour gap between classes at the
same time in the middle of the day. There was nothing better to look
forward to than that middle of the day quickie; Sean's cock was more than a
pleasure to suck on for a good half hour in the middle of the day and
having him eat my ass was no small delight.

	In February snowstorms hit pretty hard, bringing with them endless
pain sin the ass, but at least had the bonus of providing us with a couple
of snow days here and there, and I always seemed to always have a good time
on such occasions. Sean and I awoke on one such morning just before March,
more than pleased that classes were canceled, but less than thrilled at
being trapped on campus for the day, unless we wished to take on a trek
through the snow of Shakespearian proportion. As expected, it didn't take
long before the two of us were horny and gifted with a whole day full of
time to kill.  Sean and I pulled a wake n' bake, which, not unexpectedly,
lead to us hooking up and before long we were both writhing around on
Sean's bed. As I started to rub Sean's hefty dick to attention, a knock at
the door abruptly broke up our moment of impassioned fondling. Sean hopped
up and peeped out the port-hole of the door in no time flat, and much to my
dismay it was his chick at the door.


	"Damn it, it's my bitch, I better let her in so I can come up with
some way to put her off until later."


	"What should we do?"


	"I dunno, I'll think of something. Do you think you could peace out
for a sec while I get rid of here?"


	"No problem, I'll just go take a shower, I probably need one
anyway."


	Once Sean let the chick in I lingered in the room for a few moments
before slipping off to the showers. My hard on was threatening to return at
any moment, and seeing the hot blond guy from down the hall drying off in
the corridor of the stalls didn't help the situation. As I rinsed my self
off, I couldn't help but stroke my cock a little, and I wondered whether or
not I should just finished myself off incase Sean couldn't toss his bitch
out of the room. I was so preoccupied with debating how into stroking my
meat I should get that I failed to hear the community-bathroom door swing
open. I nearly collapsed when the shower curtain to my stall suddenly
opened, revealing me in quite an embarrassing predicament.


	"What the fuck man, you didn't have any faith in my ability to
bullshit that ho?"


I was more than a little shocked and thrilled at having my jerk off session
interrupted by my mostly-naked roomie.


	"Jesus, Sean, you scared the shit out of me. Wait up isn't this a
little bit risky? You and me and the showers here and all that shit?"


	"Don't worry, no one else is in here, besides, I have wanted to do
this all year."


	Sean removed the towel from his waist and stepped into the shower
stall with me. Sean took my bar of soap off of the ledge upon which it
rested, positioned himself behind me and started to soap up my back and
shoulders. His soapy hands slowly massaged the tense spots in my muscles,
making his way down ever so slowly. Once his hands reached my ass, Sean
pressed tightly against my upper buttocks, and then slid his hands down to
cup my ass cheeks. He rubbed the bar of soap between my butt and massaged
my hole with his middle finger. His hands kept fondling and rubbing me and
before I realized it, Sean had parted my cheeks with his hands and sent a
shock of bliss all through me by jamming his tongue up my ass.


	I reveled in Sean's rim job for a while before the moment was
broken up by the sound of the bathroom door swinging open. I tensed every
muscle in my body and looked back at Sean to express my overwhelming
nervousness, but he just kept right on licking away at my ass. Luckily,
whoever entered the community restroom wasn't there to shower, just to take
a piss, and was gone in no time. Still, Sean kept his face buried in my
butt cheeks, totally undaunted, if not wholly emboldened by, the intruder
that had come into the bathroom. Once the guy had finished his business and
left, Sean stood up and pulled me tight against his body.


	"Dude, that was a fuckin' major turn on."


	And he was not ling, because between my legs I could feel the
unmistakable presence of his cock, which had grown to full attention. Yet
about that time the hot water in the shower began to noticeably diminish,
and before long we would be stuck in a hail of freezing water.


	"Lets get back to the room and finish this Vince, I'm so fucking
horny."


	We turned off the water and pulled our towels into the stall with
us to dry off. Sean told me he wanted me kind of wet, so neither of us did
more than dry out our hair. The trek back to the room was thankfully with
out any obstacle, had any one seen us leaving the showers together on the
way back it would have required more than a spot of explanation.


	Once back in the room the two of us were on top of one another in
no time. Our slick, wet bodies were entangled in a mesh of flesh, light and
dark. I returned the favor Sean had given me in the shower, and as always
loved every moment of eating out his tight, brown bubble butt. More than a
little cock sucking ensued, but as things progressed, I kept pondering the
full potential of Sean's dick; so seductive a serpent has not been known
since times of Eden.


	"Sean, dude, I was just wondering, do you have any condoms?"


	"Condoms? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do." A look of blended confusion
and intrigue graced his face. "Why do you ask?"


	"Well, I was thinking, since we do have a whole day to kill, and
since it has been a while since we first hooked up, and all we ever do is
suck or jerk each other off, maybe we might try something different."


	"Different?"


	"I know you know what I mean; at least I think ya do."


	"And that is?"


	"Well, just wondered if ya might want to, you know, fuck."


	"Fuck? Do you need to ask?"


	"Well, I have wanted to but, ya'know, that weapon you have is
pretty intimidating, but I don't think I'll be able to keep resisting the
urge."


	"I didn't think you were into that, you know, a bottom."


	"I'm not really, but for you I think I should make an acceptation."


	As the moment of truth neared, I became nervous about having that
massive dick pierce my butt, I had only let one other guy fuck me before,
and that was ages ago. Sean and I lubed up pretty good before we started,
and I opted to lay on my back with my legs pressed against my chest for our
first go at it. His fat, bluish-purple cock head pressed against my hole
for a painfully long moment, every millisecond an explosion of pressure
that seemed to increase a thousand-fold with every tiny push. I clenched my
teeth tight and gripped the mattress as though I needed to hold on for dear
life, and Sean pressed his dick into me ever so slowly. Once the head had
advanced past my ass-rim, the impressive girth of Sean's cock diminished
the previous shocks of pain with a whole new wave of force. For a second I
thought I was going to be absolutely split in half by this thing that I had
lusted after for so long that now thrust itself deeper into me.  Sean
fucked me very slowly and very gently for quite some time. As my ass began
to adjust and the pain began to ebb towards pleasure, we shifted positions
so that I was on top of Sean, and thus sliding myself down onto his dick,
allowing for me to set the pace. Although the monster dick was way to big
for me to fully adapt to, I did eventually manage to take the whole
thing. Before long I was riding Sean's dick like an old pro, and every hard
thrust against my prostate sent unspeakable waves of pleasure throughout my
body.


	"Aw, yeah Vince, ride that dick! Yo ass is so fuckin' tight I could
fuck you all day."


	Sean was usually some-what talkative during sex, but this time he
didn't shut up the whole time as we fucked. The constant flow of his sexual
blather was indeed a major turn on, and I even found my self helplessly
joining in on the dirty talk.


	"Damn Sean, you're cock is going to split me in two! Fuck me
harder!"


	Sean screwed me silly for well over an hour, and we tore through
the entire gauntlet of sexual positions. I think my favorite was when we
would fuck on all fours, old fashioned doggy style. Sean would smack my ass
and play with my cock and nipples as he thrust into me again and
again. Sean's lady-friend from earlier even made a second go at
(unknowingly) interrupting us, but we both ignored her loud knocks and
yells at the door, Sean was too preoccupied with pounding my ass on the
cold hard floor between our beds. I'm not sure if she could hear us, or if
any one in our wing of the hall could hear us either, but neither Sean nor
I attempted to diminish our moans, the slapping of skins or the filthy talk
spewing from our mouths. When Sean shot his load, he had pulled out of me
at last, and splattered a heavy load of cum all over my chest, leaving me
both sticky and feeling hollow now that his cock was gone. Ever one the
give pleasure as much as indulge it, Sean had me stand up and face-fuck him
while he crouched down in front of me. The head was good, but was mostly
turned on by the fact that when I was on the verge of spilling my seed,
Sean popped a finger up my ass and deep throated me.

							***


	Tim hungrily slurped down the jock-cock of his favorite dealer as
he sat at his desk, watching a gay porno on Tim's sleek black laptop. Trey
usually popped in for a quick fuck or a blow job, and especially so on snow
days; it seemed like everyone on campus was always off fooling around with
someone on snow days. It wasn't long before Trey was pressing Tim's head
down on his cock and flooding the back of his throat with his cum.


	"Ah, nothin' like a fine b.j. right after you wake up. So Tim, you
mind if I borrow this," Trey asked as he pointed to Tim's computer. "If I'm
gonna be snowed in all day I'll probably be jerking off a lot."


	"Uh, if ya want you can borrow it later, or I could just come up or
something."


	"True, but I'm having customers all day I'm sure, so can't be
foolin' around with o during peek hours, and Doug (Trey's room mate) is
hangin' right across the hall, so he'll be in and out. But tonight, late
tonight, I'll be down to `chill' if ya feel like it."


	"That's cool, but you aren't the only one with roomies to worry
about, might be back by then, he isn't off campus."



	"Shit, well, if both of them are around, do you know any spot we
can go to?"


	"I'm not goin' to some bathroom or lounge or something!"


	"Fuck no, dumb ass! I meant like some one else's room. Don't you
know any other gay guys on campus?"


	"Well, I could try, but I can't think of any one, well except..."


	"Who?"


	"You remember the fun night we had with Sean a couple of months
back, right?"


	"Fuck yea I remember. But I dunno, Sean and I never really touched
or talked about it, so I'm not sure if doing it again would work for the
friendship."


	"Maybe, but I have a feeling that Sean would be chill."


	"Oh shit, I forgot, you used to fool with him like you do with
me. Do you still go down on him and stuff?"


	"Uh, well, not a lot, but yeah we hook up every once in a while."


	"Ha, like that big cock huh? You cock-sucker."


	"Shit, I bet you want to wrap yo mouth `round that thing!"


	"Heh heh, shut up. Okay, well, I guess if that's the only plan it
could work, but I'm still not sure if he is comfortable with me and him
together and all that. Wait, what about his roomie? That Italian kid."


	"Oh, well, I don't think Vince will care to much dude. I'm not
totally sure, but one time when Sean called me over we had a three-some."


	"God-damn! And you didn't tell me yo? Do they hook up and stuff?"


	"I think so, but I don't know how much, or if Vince is as horny a
fucker as Sean with that stuff."


	"Well, see what you can find out. I'll be takin' this here for the
moment," Trey said as he closed the laptop and stuffed it under his
arm. "You know where to find me. Later!"  As Trey left, Tim pondered the
mission given to him. A little bit after he started to think of what to do
for the night, his concentration was broken by an out-of-the-blue phone
call.


							***


	A little bit after dark, Sean and I awoke from a long nap that came
after our intense fucking earlier in the day. Sean got up, totally naked
and half-hard, and checked out pot stash.



	"Shit yo, we just about killed our supply. You want to re-stock?"



	"Fuck yea, it's a snow day, we can't not get baked!"



	"Okay, okay, well, let me get dressed real quick and I'll go check
to see if my boy Trey is home."



	I opted to go with him, and in no time we were knocking at Trey's
door. Although he seemed more than a little surprised to see us both, I
hardly noticed because Trey was shirtless and possessed a hypnotic stomach.



	"What's up guys, you need any thing?"



	"We need to re-stock. You got an eight?"



	"Sure, let me get it."



	We moved from the door way to the middle of the room and waited as
Trey pulled his stash out of a box in the room. As he weighed it out for
us, he and Sean made small talk of a bit.



	"So, you talk to Tim? I snagged his computer again earlier today."



	"Tim? Nah bro, we ain't seen him."



	"Ah, cool."



	"You guys wanna hang out later?"



	"Who? Me and Tim?"



	"That's... who we're talking bout right?"



	"Heh, don't get smart with me yo. True, well, I'll call you up
later."



							***



	A knock at the door woke me from a half-sleep at about 3:00 AM. In
my state of half-sleep I didn't even care to check the peep-hole before
swinging the door wide open. Seeing Trey standing there somewhat surprised
me.



	"Hey man how's it goin," he asked in his thuggishly sexy voice.



	"Not bad yo, I was just kinda drifting off."



	"Ah, true," he said as I shut the door behind him. "My bad, I
didn't mean to wake ya up."



	"It's cool. Thanks for the hook up earlier by the way."



	"No worries, no worries. Yo, is Sean around?"



	"Nah, I think he went to some chick's room for a bit, but it's
about that time when he usually sneaks back in, unless they are really
having fun, you know?"



	"Ah, true. Did Time ever call or stop by?"



	"Tim? Nah dude, I haven't seen him all day, I don't know if Sean
talked to him or not though."



	"Oh, shit."



	"Were you guys still supposed to chill with Sean tonight?"



	"I dunno, I didn't get back to either of them, just came down here
to see if Sean wanted to smoke or if he had heard from Tim, I couldn't
reach him."



	"Ah cool, well, I'll smoke ya up if you want to wait and see if
Sean gets back."



	In no time Trey and I were rolling up a blunt, which we had both
thrown down on. Trey did the rolling as he had far more experience at it
than I had. As we smoked he left a message on Sean's cell phone, but by the
time we had killed the blunt we were both so high and so chummy by then we
forgot all about him. I had been buying pot from Trey all year and he came
by to see Sean now and then, but before then we had never hung out. The two
of us hit it off pretty quickly that night, and before we knew it we were
going bong rip after bong rip. By the time 4:00 AM came near, the two of us
were shocked at how late it was but decided to stay up until 4:20 and smoke
another blunt. 4:20 hit us soon enough and once again the room was flooded
with the stench of burning herb. Trey suggested we give each other
shot-guns, and so the proverbial Pandora's Box was soon to be opened.


	Neither of us had brought up sex once during our conversation that
night, but as it turned out both of us had all the while been mulling over
one another's history with Sean and Tim, not knowing we were both filled
in. The suggestion of giving each other shotguns was like a deafening
whisper that touched at the thoughts creeping in the back of our heads. For
those of you who do not know what a shotgun is, in stoner terms, an
explanation is in order. A shotgun is done with a blunt (a cigar rolled
with pot) or a joint (cigarette papers rolled with pot), one person puts
the lit end between their lips, the lit end being carefully away from the
skin, and the unlit end the other person puts their mouth upon. The person
with the lit end blows and the smoke from the unlit end is forced down the
other person's throat, resulting in a very heavy hit. It very much looks
like kissing, as the two people's lips are extremely close, and if done
properly should be pressed together as it is sort of an intimate thing
between pot-head lovers. Usually, however, and with guys most certainly,
the lips are not pressed together in a kiss, for what I hope are obvious
reasons.



	Getting back to things, Trey and I had both given one another a
shotgun, but the second time he gave me one his lips pressed lightly
against my own and our eyes remained locked. He causally passed the blunt
to me then, and we held our gaze. It seemed as both of us pressed our lips
together that time, and Trey's eyes widened then dimmed ambiguously for a
moment. Once I had given Trey his shotty (a slang term for the slang term
of shotgun) I gave him the blunt once again, and he in turn gave me another
shotgun. This time we did it the "proper" way, our lips meeting in obvious
embrace and the blunt hidden between our mouths. When Trey took the blunt
out of his mouth we held out stare for a long while, having all but
forgotten the still blazing blunt. Trey inched close to me as though he
were about to pant one on me, but suddenly stopped and just handed me the
blunt. I took it and sucked in a heavy drag and gave it back to him. The
tension in the room was thick enough to slice with a knife, and the two of
us held a long gaze into each other's eyes as the blunt burned in Trey's
hand.


	As it were I don't think either of us knew what was happening, but
by the time I once again became fully aware of myself Trey was pulling my
shirt over my head and then we were hitched together in a sloppy embrace
that had hands grabbing nipples and lips and tongues wrestling around in a
messy symphony of slurping and sucking. Trey threw me down on my mattress
and all but choked me on his tongue. We pulled and prodded at one another's
jeans and were soon writhing around on my bed in our boxers. Ever since I
met this stud my body had been calling out to just touch him, every
movement, every square inch of skin, every syllable he uttered, it was all
a rapture of delight to my baser senses, and now, as though caught in some
surrealistic fever-dream I was sucking away at his quarter-sized and all
too erect brown nipple. In our mostly undressed state our, how shall I say,
invigorated dispositions were all but obvious and poorly held at bay by our
tight skivvies.


	In a flurry of groping and prodding, Trey and I were bare ass and
tumbling heard first down a spiral of blissful indulgence. Trey's hands
surely spread themselves over every inch of my body, and before it was over
no part of him was unknown to my touch either. The two of us locked into an
embrace of mutual oral pleasure, and at the time it seemed the warmth of
his mouth around my cock was too guilty a pleasure for any mortal to
endure. Every taste of Trey's dick was not unlike a flood of devilish
ecstasy, each savoring seeming to last but an instant yet within the flash
of millennia of delight unknown. His powerful hands pulled my pelvis tight
so that my dick thrust deeper into his throat, and all I could do was beg
to reciprocate even a fraction of the sensations of bliss Trey evoked
within me.  As though it needed to be further illustrated, the point is
that Trey suck my cock like I have never know before or since, it was as if
the very touch of his flesh all but brought be to orgasm, and I was humbled
before him. Much to my surprise, my attempts to pleasure this sublime
demigod seemed to be worthy, and he moaned and twitched in ecstatic
delight, especially when I would engulf his balls. After some time of this,
and as the sun began to rise high in the sky, Trey and I sat upright in my
bed, shoulder to shoulder, and jerked each other to orgasm.  We cleaned off
our spunk and slid back into our boxers, but much to m delighted surprise
Trey stayed and the two of us made out in my bed until we both passed out
for sheer exhaustion.


				    ***


Well, now its on to the Spring semester of year one, hope I haven't lost
your interest yet. Please let me know what you think, good or bad, I enjoy
critics and will always consider what you have to say or suggest.Too much
sex and not enough story? Too much story and not enouugh sex? Do I just
plain write silly? Should I give it up? Let me know.