Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2004 18:01:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Balthazaro <balthazaro@yahoo.com>
Subject: Welcome to the Dorms 3

** college m/m, continuing story from part 2

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For whatever reason, I didn't sleep very well that
night.  It might have been sleeping with someone else
in the room; Vincent didn't snore or anything, but
subliminally I just knew he was there.  Every time he
turned over or changed position, it woke me up --
strange, because I'm usually a fairly sound sleeper.
The problem could also have been the temperature,
because the room was pretty hot even with the window
open.  Whatever the cause, I finally sank into an
exhausted sleep around three in the morning.

The next morning I woke up from a dream I couldn't
remember, except that it was extremely sexual.
Fragmentary images of writhing bodies were running
through my mind as I fought my way back to
consciousness.  I was so hard it hurt.  Still only
semi-awake, I reached down instinctively and wrapped
my hand around my cock.  At that point, I suddenly
remembered that there was someone else in the room.  I
quickly glanced over at Vincent to see if he had seen
me.  He had thrown the sheet off his upper body in the
night and was wrapped around one of his pillows,
facing the far wall.  His bare shoulders glowed in the
morning light.  I felt relieved that he hadn't seen me
groping myself, but I still had a real problem.  It
was later than I usually got up, and I could hear
people in the hallway outside the door; there was no
way I'd make it to the shower with this raging hardon
without someone noticing.

I got up, being as quiet as possible, and grabbed my
bathrobe.  I hoped I could tie it in such a way to pin
my cock against my body, making it less noticeable.  I
put it on but didn't tie it up and started gathering
my shower kit together.  From behind me I heard a
sleepy voice say "Morning."  Startled, I turned around
before I even thought about it.

Vincent was lying on his back looking over at me with
sleepy eyes.  He chuckled and said "You too, huh?"  I
realized he was looking at my badly tented boxers, and
blushed crimson.  I started to say something, then
what he had said finally sank in.  His sheet was
sticking up where it was bunched at his waist... way
up.  He might be only 5'7" compared to my 6'2", but it
looked like Vincent was a lot bigger than I was in
certain areas at least.  That tense, uncomfortable
feeling I felt the night before was back, strongly
augmented by lingering vague memories of my
pornographic dream.

"Um, heh, yeah.  Morning."  I was mortified, but I had
no clue what to do.  What are you supposed to say in a
situation like that?  I gave him a sickly grin and
tried to wrap my bathrobe around my offending member,
only drawing further attention to it.  He laughed
again and stretched, making his enormous cock tent the
material of the sheet even further.  "I, uh..." I
stuttered.  I was so stunned and horny I could barely
talk, but in spite of myself I was also fascinated by
what was going on under Vincent's sheet.  "I, I, I
guess I'll go take a shower."  I gestured weakly in
the vague direction of the bathroom.

He snickered "Yeah, I see that.  Have fun.  I think
I'll stick around here for a few."  He was throwing
back the sheet as I bolted out the door.  I was so
blown away by his casual attitude towards everything I
almost ran into the section of wall across from our
room.  Had he just... God, he had just basically told
me he was going to jerk off!  For that matter, he just
told me he thought I was going to jerk off!  Was this
normal?  Was he crazy, or was I?  What the hell was
going on, anyway?  I was so taken aback, I thought
about marching back into the room.  On the other hand,
thinking about what was probably going on in there
made part of me never want to go back at all.  I
wandered into the bathroom in a daze.

The bathroom was a madhouse.  Two guys were shaving,
one was in the toilet, and I could hear the water
running from the shower area.  As I went through the
swinging wooden door into the showers, I saw only the
middle shower was free.  Greek Steve was getting out
of the leftmost shower as I came in, and he glanced
over and said "Hey, `sup."  I waved halfheartedly as I
started the middle shower, still blown away by the
display I had just seen in my room.  "Watch out dude,
the hot water is pretty sketchy."  I shook my head in
disgust.  Just what everyone wants first thing in the
morning... a cold shower.

It wasn't cold but it was far from hot.  With the
barely tepid water and my hallmates all wandering
through the bathroom, there was no way I was going to
be able to do anything in the stall this morning, not
even the half-hearted jack I had had the morning
before.  In record time, I was done; there were
already two other guys whose names I didn't even
remember waiting for their turn in one of the showers.
I warned them in turn about the water, and they were
as pissed as I was.

Heading back to the room, I wondered what I should do.
 I figured I would rattle the keys before I went back
in to give some warning; still, surely he was done by
now.  I wondered how long he needed.  I never timed
myself, but I was always pretty quick -- at home, the
goal was to get it up, get off, and get cleaned up
before anyone wondered where I was or what I was
doing.

I jingled the keys at the door, and purposely took my
time unlocking it.  When I got back inside, Vincent
was still in bed, his face was flushed, and he was
still tenting the sheet.  "You're back quick," he
muttered in an impatient voice.  Oh God, I thought to
myself.  He wasn't done.

"Yeah, um, there wasn't much hot water so it was a
quick shower."  I didn't know what to say.  `Sorry'
seemed appropriate, but that was more acknowledgement
of the situation than I could give.  I tried to think
of somewhere else I could go, to give him a chance to
finish, but wrapped in a bathrobe with wet hair, there
aren't many options open.

"Oh."  His frustration and disappointment were
obvious.  "Shit, that really sucks.  So I guess I
don't get a shower this morning, unless I want a cold
one.  Great."  I noticed some movement under his
sheet; he had obviously started stroking again on
autopilot.  I turned towards my closet, feeling myself
blushing.  I wanted to give him at least the illusion
of privacy, and besides the sexual energy in the room
was so strong that my own cock was rock hard as well.
I needed to get dressed, but I didn't want to take my
robe off in front of Vincent and just be standing
there naked with a boner.  Behind me, I heard him
mutter "Fuck it." And then say, in a louder voice,
"OK, dude.  Lookit."

I looked around and wished I hadn't.  Vincent was
laying on the bed, sheet thrown off, and his cock was
sticking up like a telephone pole.  It was at least
nine inches long and thick, and the foreskin was
bunched up underneath the head.  His right hand lazily
played up and down that huge shaft, pushing the skin
up over the head and then pulling it back down. His
left hand toyed with his large balls, pulling them
down and away from the base of that gigantic prick.
All I could think to say was "Oh, um, heh..."  I
wanted to feel offended -- this was way out of line.  I
wanted to be disgusted.  Instead, all I felt was horny
and confused.

Vincent's voice broke the spell.  "Steve, I'm sorry
man... I gotta get off.  Mark and me jacked all the
time; once Pete caught on, he jacked all the time too.
 Unless you're some kinda fuckin' alien, you jack too,
so don't sweat it.  We all do it, we all gotta do it,
and if we can't do it here in the room, then where?"
He eyed my robe, which wasn't hiding my own condition
very effectively.  "Shit, you're about to bust through
your fuckin' robe, man.  I ain't the only one that
needs to get off in a bad way."

I was so horny I was about to pass out.  My nuts were
aching; my head was spinning.  This was way beyond
anything I had ever even thought about on my way to
college.  What the hell, I thought.  Maybe this is
normal.  Maybe I just missed out, being an only child.
 Who knew?  I hesitated for a second, watching
Vincent's hand going up and down in its hypnotic
rhythm, then shucked my robe off into the floor.  I
sat down on my bed, stark naked and boned.  Of its own
volition, my hand crept onto my curved cock, thumb
riding the back of the shaft up and over the head,
then back.  Precum was running from my piss slit like
a leaky faucet, slicking up my cock and making my back
arch and my eyes slide half-closed from the sensation.
 The `click-click' of Vincent's well-lubed foreskin
snapping back and forth over the ridge of his
plum-colored cockhead was complemented by the sound of
my slicked-up hand sliding over my own iron-hard
prick.

"There ya go, man.  Fuck... Nice tool."  Vincent said
softly, watching me stroke.

"Uh... you too."  Just when I thought it couldn't get
any stranger, now my roommate was commenting on my
cock.  "You're, um, really big."  Big was an
understatement, I thought to myself.  On me, tall as I
was, his cock would be huge.  On him, short and
compact, it looked unbelievably enormous, like a third
leg sticking up from his crotch.  The one time I had
fooled around with a girl in high school, she had
reached into my unzipped pants and said "Oh!" in a
surprised voice.  She hadn't wanted to do much because
I was "so big".  I could only imagine her confronted
with my roommate's massive club; she'd probably have
run screaming.

Vincent seemed to be getting close to cumming; his
face was red and he was breathing heavily, almost
panting for breath.  I could feel my own orgasm
getting nearer by the second, and I belatedly looked
around.  Usually I put a sock or something nearby to
shoot off into when I wasn't in the shower; otherwise
it got pretty messy.  I realized I was completely
unprepared just as I got to the point of no return.  I
resigned myself to having to clean it up; no way could
I stop now.  I flopped back on the bed and jacked
harder.

Vincent closed his eyes and made a little "unh!"
sound, as cum started pouring out of his oversized
cock and over his wildly jerking fist.  Each grunt
produced another wave of frothy white jizz to puddle
in the short dark hair on his solid abs.  I was there
too; I could feel the huge orgasm that had been put
off for days finally starting.  In spite of myself, I
moaned out loud.  My back arched and my toes curled.
Vincent looked over in time to see me shoot a long
rope of sperm over my head to splat on the wall above
my headboard.  The second shot laid a foot-long stripe
of cum across my face, lips and hair; I thought I
heard the far end of it hit the headboard.  I heard
Vincent say "holy fuckin' shit" as I shot again and
again, each shot going a little less distance, but
painting my face, chest and belly with thick, gooey
lines of cum.

When I was finished, laying back on my bed gasping for
breath, Vincent said "Dude, what the fuck?  You jizz
like a fire hose!  How do you do that?"

"What?"  I was still coming down from a truly amazing
orgasm, but the realization was surfacing swiftly that
I had just done the unbelievable thing of jacking off
in front of an almost total stranger.  I could feel my
balls shriveling in embarrassment and the blood
rushing from my deflating cock to my cheeks.  I wanted
to crawl under my bed and hide.

"Did you like, do any special exercises or something
to learn how to shoot like that?  That's fucking
amazing, like something in a porn movie!"  He was
staring at me in wonder.  I didn't know whether to
feel embarrassed or proud; I settled for confused.
Special exercises?  I was so mystified by the concept
of dick exercises I forgot to be ashamed.

"Um, it's always done that as far back as I can
remember.  Sometimes it only gets to my face."  I
realized I had cum in my hair, and sighed.  Looked
like another shower for me.  "I never know how far
it's going to go, but when it's been a while or I'm
really horny, well, this happens.  I hate it; it's so
messy and a real pain to clean up."  I surveyed the
puddles of now-watery jizz in disgust, finally getting
up to get my dirty boxers and wipe at the slick
balljuice all over me.  I swabbed ineffectively at the
cum now running down the wall; what a disaster, I
thought, then remembered that my mother wasn't going
to be zooming through my room in five minutes like she
would at home.

Vincent's face was a mixture of fascination and envy.
"You HATE it??  What are you, fucking nuts?  I think
that's the most amazing thing I've ever seen!  I'd
kill to be able to do that."  To my complete
astonishment, he seemed to be serious.  "Yeah, I got a
really big dick, but mine just dribbles out.  I'd pay
a million fuckin' dollars to be able to hose somebody
down with my sperm.  That's so fuckin' hot."  It was
Vincent's turn to blush and look away.  "I mean, uh,
hot like in the pornos, you know, where some guy jits
all over some bitch's face.  I wanna know how to do
that."

I didn't really know what to say to this.  My limited
exposure to porn was furtive glimpses of still shots
on websites, followed by frantic attempts to purge all
evidence I'd been there.  "Well, I'd tell you if I
knew, man, just the way it works for me I guess.  I
didn't know it was rare; I thought everyone was the
same.  I've never really seen anyone else get off
before."

"Oh yeah?"  He grinned at me devilishly.  "Ain't it
cool?  C'mon, lets go take a shower and you can show
me how to get around campus."  I followed along behind
him, totally overwhelmed by the morning's events.  I
was extremely confused about what had gone on, but I
decided in the interests of sanity I would just think
about it later.  College was definitely shaping up to
be an exotic experience, and I'd only been here two
days.