Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2004 23:25:59 EST
From: HairyChestStud3@aol.com
Subject: junior year 2

Disclaimer:  Please don't read if you are under 18 or offended by man-man
sex.


(In the last episode, I introduced myself - Phil - a 20 year old guy who
is a junior in college. It is the late 80s in Pennsylvania.  I am the
RA-resident assistant-of a floor in a freshman dorm.  I had a jerk-off
session with Mark, an 18 year old freshman.)

Surprisingly, Mark was pretty nonchalant with me after our jerk-off
session.  I really thought he would have been freaked out.  I went back
to my room and jerked off again just thinking about it.  So I managed to
catch this stud jerking off in the shower, flirted with him while I was
taking a shower, went back to his room and took of my towel and suggested
he jerk-off with me.  I told him that I had done this before, but I
lied.  I didn't want to freak him out, so I tried to normalize the
situation by saying everyone does it.

Maybe I was reading too much into things, but I had the sense that he was
checking me out more than usual over the next few days.  Of course, I was
doing my best to check him out but not too obviously.  The next day, Mark
came over to my dorm room to hang out.  It was a really hot day (Indian
summer -- excuse me, Native American summer).  I had my windows open and
a fan running.  Plus, I had my door ajar to try and get some air current
flowing.  Mark walked over and came in.

"What are you doing Phil?" asked Mark, wearing a tank-top T-shirt and
shorts, no shoes.  Remember he was about 5'10", 170 pounds, pretty
muscular and defined.  I found out he played soccer in high school and he
liked to swim.  His forearms were coated with a nice thin layer of dark
hair.  And from the tank top, you could see some fur under his arm and a
bit on his chest.  He looked so sexy.

"Not much," I said, lying on the bed, reading in my boxers.  The hair on
my chest was a bit sweaty.

"Dude, you are drenched," he laughed, and he proceeded to come over and
fan me with a book that was lying on my bed.

I started laughing at the sight of him.  But frankly, I was getting
turned on.  And because my room was warm, I could actually see him
getting hotter too.

"Well, not all of us have air conditioning," I grunted.

"Well, Phil, my a.c. is working fine, but my roommate is in my room with
a chick," he complained.

"So stay here in my sauna and keep me company," I said.

He sat down right on the opposite side of the bed, near my feet, looking
up at me.  Damn, even his feet were sexy.  Perfect arch (and I never
thought of myself as a foot-man).  I even thought of sucking on one of
his toes.  Damn. What am I thinking.  This guy is a freshman in my dorm.

"So do you have a girlfriend?" he asked me.

I was taken aback.  I hadn't dated anyone since the beginning of my
sophomore year.  Usually went out with a chick and we just made out a few
times.  Then I would act like an ass, and she would break up with me.
The acting like an ass was unintentional, but I gradually realized over
the summer, that it was my way of keeping women at a distance because I
really wasn't interested in them.

"No, I don't have time -- studying too much, like now" I laughed. "Do you
have one at home Mark?"

"No, I am always awkward around chicks," he laughed.  "And frankly, they
are way too much work.  Maybe I am an alcoholic, but I would rather have
a beer than a chick."

"That explains the jerking off," I teased.

"Oh yeah, I have to jerk off a lot -- no one is taking care of me," he
laughed.

I continued to get hard.  I was curious how far this would go.  "Well, I
confess I jerk off a lot too."

"Really?  What's a lot?" he asked.

"I think the most was 3 times in a day," I laughed.

"I think I have done 4 times once -- man my cock was sore -- but still I
came," he boasted.

"Good man," I said as I patted him on the leg.  Oh man, that hairy leg
was so fucking sexy.  "You know," I reminded him, "we still have that
distance contest - see who can shoot the furthest."

"True," he blushed. "Let's do it now, then take a shower, cuz it is so
damn hot."

"Seriously?" I asked.  He laughed and was taking off his shirt.  This boy
was BOLD.

We both sat there on the bed -- me in my boxers, now about 3/4 hard
(although it wasn't peeking out -- the boxers had a button fly), and him
in his shorts.  I made the first move.

"I'm taking these things off -- they are already sweaty," I said as I
whipped my boxers off in one fell swoop.  My cock sprang to life and
thwacked up against my abs.  It was already dripping a bit.  I could see
him stare and then quickly avert his eyes.  I had a nice 7 1/2 inch cut
cock.  It was pretty thick.  Plus a nice bush of brown pubes and a male
trail leading up to a pretty furry chest.  As I said last time, my
working outdoors in the summer gave me a hot tan, and my workouts gave me
a defined bod - I was 6'0" and about 180lbs.

Mark took off his shorts and his cock also bounced against his abs.  Man,
that thick 7 inch cut piece was drooling.  He also had a nice bush,
darker than mine, and a hot sexy male trail.  This kid was FINE.

I stood up and grabbed him by the arms to stand up.  I wanted to bend to
him and kiss him, but I didn't.

"Here, let's stand here" (next to each other) "so we can see who can
shoot the furthest," I suggested.

We were right next to each other, but we kept looking at the other.  And
we were facing a mirror, so we had a great view of ourselves.  We both
started stroking.  I loved watching his hand manipulate that cock.  I
kept watching him, and he was watching me.

"My cock is longer, so I have an advantage here," I laughed.

"Dude, it is not -- we're the same size," he argued.

"No man, I am bigger, I can tell," I boasted.

We faced each other and put our cocks next to each other.  Mine was a bit
longer.  He laughed.  "It's because you are a junior.  I plan on being
bigger than you in 2 years," he laughed.

"Good luck," I said.  I cannot believe our cocks touched while we
compared.  I didn't touch his with my hand, but THEY TOUCHED.  I thought
we could have whacked them against each other like light sabers.  I made
a mental note to remember that for another time.

We faced the mirror again, and we continued jacking.  We were both
covered in sweat.  Our sweaty hairy chests looked fantastic.  We were
stroking faster and faster.

"I am about to blow," I warned.

"Me too," he said, a bit breathless.

Again, I looked at his body in the mirror: that flawless skin; the great
lightly hair-coated chest, arms, legs, and bush; and his handsome face.
We stared into each other's eyes and both began shooting.

I shot far - I think one shot landed like 3 feet away.  But Mark had me
beat -- his second shot went twice as far as mine.  Hell, he had about 3
shots that went farther than my longest.  We both shot out a ton of cum.
He burst into a smile and could not contain his excitement.

"I won," he said, and he started jumping up and down.  Hell, his boner
was bouncing all over the place.

"Congrats, dude, you have yourself a lethal weapon there -- make sure
anyone in the same room with you wears safety goggles."  I laughed.

"Yep - have gun, will travel," he smiled -- he was so pumped up.  I
really wanted to just hug him and kiss him and pull him into my bed and
explore, but this was new to me and new to him.

"Now I am drenched - I really need that shower."

"Me too, he said."  We both sat on my bed, having wiped up our cum with a
towel.  It just felt so natural to be sitting there naked with him.  He
seemed comfortable too.  We chatted a bit, then we both hit the shower.
There were 2 shower heads per stall, and I went into one stall.  To my
(pleasant) surprise, he followed me into that stall and showered at the
head behind me.  It felt natural.  Our cocks were still a bit swollen,
but not hard.  Afterwards we each went to our rooms.  I had the feeling
this was just the beginning.



Any feedback, let me know at hairycheststud3@aol.com - I have a few more
episodes in mind.