Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2008 07:10:21 -0400
From: jcjbaseball1012@aim.com
Subject: Jake and Henry

This is a roleplay I've been working on with someone about two boys
named Jake and Henry.

If you like what you read or have any comments, compliments, or
critiques, please email me at:  jcjbaseball1012@aim.com

I'll be posting new installments as they're written.

JAKE:

So it's maybe 8 or 8:30 and I'm sitting on the hockey team bus, exhausted
from the 5 hour ride through pouring rain we just endured.  I'm in a
stubborn mood for no real reason; I'm just unhappy to be far from campus
and my friends on such a shitty night.  Granted, my hockey boys are my good
friends as well, but my best friend and co-captain on the team, Jeremy, had
to stay back with the flu, and I'm not in the mood to talk with any of the
younger kids right now.  As we pull into the hotel, which is a generous
term for the glorified Motel 6, parking lot, I let out an audible groan and
motion to David, that other obnoxious junior, who's sitting across from
me.  "Ugh, another shit hole for us tonight man." I'm figuring I'm going to
be rooming with David, seeing as we're good friends, even though he's a
year younger.  The bus is arranged in terms of seniority, with some
exceptions, so I'm near the back, and David, being respected by the
seniors, sits across from me.  

I'm not really thinking about the team, or the game we have to play
tomorrow night, rather my mind is focused on pussy.  Not because I'm horny,
but because I'm bored, cranky, and about to spend the night in a fucking
motel.  As my mind drifts to that cute, tight little sophomore Sara, a grin
forms across my face, and my spirits are lifted slightly.  I haven't fucked
her yet, but I'm sure it's coming, she's been eyeing me for weeks and her
friend Charlotte mentioned to David how badly she wants me.  With this
renewed self-confidence I stand up and stretch out, my tight Levis nearly
exposing my trimmed bush of pubes.  I could care less, as I feel quite
comfortable around my hockey bros, and I rub the faint line of hair running
from just below to my belly-button into my jeans below.  The bus is quite,
everyone's pretty tired, and the coach stands up to tell us something.  I
sit down, to be deferential and somewhat polite, and listen to his
announcements.  As he reads off the rooming lists, which usually are
voluntary, but not tonight, I get a sinking feeling in my stomach.  I'm
rooming with Henry.  Nothing wrong with the kid, he's a cool sophomore with
a wicked snapshot, but still, he's a sophomore, and I need to talk with
David anyway.  I don't want to be a complete dick and complain to the
coach, so I figure I'll just be a bit icy to Henry in the room.  I know
it's not fair, I usually have fun paling around with him in the locker
room, but I'm just in a grumpy mood.  We hop off the bus and grab our
duffle bags, and I continue my conversation with David as we walk into the
hotel and toward the wing with the 10 rooms housing our team.  Henry,
wearing khaki shorts and a blue t shirt, nods at me, and I can discern a
bit of intimidation on his part, which is in my mind to be expected. 

 I look this sophomore over.  Yeah, he's strong, and I know he does well
with the girls because half of the time he's trying to hit on the senior
girls.  I have to respect his tenacity, even if he is a little naive.  I
look into his brown eyes, looking down at him because I'm a bit taller, and
run my right hand up the side of my left arm.  "Ugh, come on kid, you're
with me tonight." I jar open the door to the room and scan it.  It has two
full sized beds, made up with those awful plaid motel quilts, with a
nightstand separating them.  In front of the beds is a bureau with a
television and minibar inside it.  Past the beds is a small window, covered
by the shade, and an air-conditioner that's sputtering
slightly.  Immediately to my left is a bathroom, equipped with a
tub-shower, sink, and toilet.  Bare bones, to say the least.  I scoff, I'm
used to much higher class arrangements, and the boys on the team are well
aware that I'm a bit of a "rich kid" who doesn't mind flaunting his
toys.  Whatever I think, it's just one night, even if it is with a
sophomore, I hope he's not annoying.  Although Henry and I like to joke
around, we've never really had a serious conversation before, usually
because we're rarely alone together.  I toss my bag next to the bureau and
sit on the edge of the near bed, looking at Henry and saying "well, this
should be a fucking ball..." I let my words trail off, not wanting to make
him feel bad but not wanting to make it seem like I'm somewhat exciting
about rooming with someone new, someone who's pretty good looking and who
reminds me of myself at that age.  I shake those "weird" thoughts off and
walk outside of the room.  Curfew isn't for another 20 minutes, and I
wanted to finish my conversation with David.  I stroll out, leaving Henry
alone in the room.





HENRY:

I keep telling myself that these trips are going to get better. People have
no idea what traveling does to the psyche when you are expected to go out
and play a long, hard fought game the next day. The bus ride is always the
worst part. No privacy and the constant rain tonight only made matters
worse. Why did I join this team again? Oh yeah, I love hockey. Right now
though, I don't love it. I love the thought of being back at my
dorm. Figures my roommate would go away when I'm traveling. Could have hung
out, jacked a bit to some porn, maybe even called that girl from down the
hall who I was hooking up with. This just sucks on every level. The sight
of the broken down Motel 6 doesn't help. Even though this bus trip is
finally over, things look like they are going from bad to worse.    I just
want to get into my room. Shit, I don't even know who I'm rooming with. At
this point, I'm not even sure that I care. Looking back at the other guys,
everyone seems tired. Jake looks like he would rather be shot than be
here. Wow, those levis are tight. Almost looks like he's boning in them. I
heard her was doing Sara and have to confess she's a hot piece of tail. Bet
that's what he's talking to David about. Hey, good for him.    Now here
comes coach saying the usual things, giving the usual speech. Wait. What
did he just say? No voluntary room assignments? Is he trying to shake
things up in some sort of bullshit coaching way? I don't care. Figures he'd
say I was going to room with Jake after I just thought of him with Sara. I
just want to change out of this shirt and khaki shorts. Looking at Jake, I
give him a nod in the hope that all is cool and that he won't be overly
pissed about not rooming with David.    For a senior, he's been cool with
me but there's still that level of older classman bullshit. Maybe he things
I'm a jerk for always going after girls who seem to be in his pond. Guess
I'll find out tonight. Time to just get this over with and go up to
him. Wait, did he just call me kid? Ugh, great, so much for him being cool
with me. Can it get worse? Oh yeah. The room wasn't bad, it was beyond
words. Calling it a dump would be giving it too much credit. Jake looks
like he would rather die over staying here. Think he may not be far off
with the sentiment. My muscles still feel sore from the work I did before
the bus trip. Never again.    David saying this should be a fucking ball
may be the line of the night. Yeah, he's cool but I could do without the
bullshit at the point. Come to think of it, we've really never
spoken. Don't think that will change tonight. Fuck it, maybe he wishes he
could do what I've been doing when he was my age. He's the man though, who
am I trying to kid? He's got the world by the balls and knows it. Happy he
decided to go see David before curfew. With my luck, he's going to say he
thought I was checking him out. Whatever I'm just happy for the alone time
right now. Maybe I'll rub one out before he gets back. Think I'll try to
unpack first. The again, what's the point? I might catch something in this
dirthole.


JAKE:


I leave Henry alone in the room as I go into David's room.  He's rooming
with Spencer, another junior who I've known almost my whole life.  I sit
down on David's bed, him next to me, and the three of us discuss our
gameplan for the game the next night.  I find myself being strangely
distracted, unable to focus on the plays because my mind keeps
wandering.  Not to anything particular, I'm just very out of it at this
point.  As I complain about the early curfew, lack of girls, and shitty
hotel, David asks me if I'm cool with rooming with Henry.  I look at him,
taking a while to respond, as though I'm subconsciously choosing the
acceptable jargon.  "Yeah, I guess, whatever, he's a fag sophomore, but
he's chill, don't you think?"  David and Spencer nod affirmatively and I
feel reassured that my friends are assured of my position as dominant
captain.  Of course, I do sort of feel bad for the kid, I did leave him all
alone in that room, and I didn't see Kyle or Max, the other sophomores who
he's friends with, around.  Whatever, I'm not in a charitable mood.  I
momentarily eye the minibar in my friends room but let the thought go; that
old thing probably has beer from the 70s in it.  

About 5 minutes before curfew I get up and excuse myself from the
conversation, which had really just diminished into meaningless banter
about girls and gossip.  I said goodnight to my friends and told them to
text me if they were bored, and went out into the hall, pondering my next
move.  I figured I might as well say goodnight to the team, being the
captain and all.  Spencer asks if I want a hand, but I say it's fine, it's
not a big deal.  I go to each of the 10 rooms and tell the boys to get a
good night's sleep and to avoid the bed bugs, my feigned serious tone
making them squeamish.  After this I go into the coach's room and tell him
the guys are all back.  He nods and hands me a binder with a few plays in
it, and tells me he's going to shift Henry to my line, the first, which is
why he had us room together.  That makes some sense to me, although I'm
still not overjoyed about it.  I say goodnight to the coach and take the
playbook back to my room, double-locking it behind me.  Henry's sitting on
his bed, the far one, shoes off, with the TV on, playing with the remote
and attempting to find something halfway decent.  On his lap I see a
cellphone, still lit from a recently sent text message.  I wonder who he's
texting, but realize I don't really care, so I shrug the thought away and
say, "coach wants you on my line, we need to go over these plays kid,"
putting the emphasis on "MY line."  

I sit on the side edge of my bed, facing Henry, as he does the same and
sits across from me.  It's a small room, with maybe 3 feet of space between
the beds, so our knees are a bit less than a foot away.  I cross my legs in
my tight Levis, momentarily adjusting my junk, and open up the
binder.  "Man, there are alot in here, you look them over yourself, I need
to take a piss and wash up."  I toss Henry the binder and stand up, turning
around to open my duffel and taking out a toothbrush and razor.  As I walk
to the bathroom, I figure I should lighten up on him, after all we do have
to spend a night together and it's 9 at the latest.  "Hey man, are you cool
with rooming with me?" I say as I partially disappear into the bathroom.  I
leave the door open, feeing secure in my environment, and piss a bit
sideways, my back to the open bathroom door.  As I take my soft penis out,
I play around with it, not sexually, but just because I'm bored.  I start
to pee as I hear Henry starting to say something from over by his bed.  



HENRY:

Fine, I'm going to make the best of this. I've been in worse situations
before. Besides, complaining isn't going to change anything. May as well
just take off my shoes and try to get comfortable. Wow, I'd pay good money
for a foot massage tight now for my big aching feet. I'm going to text
Diane and see if she is still up. If so, I'll get her on the line for some
phone sex. Not sure how long I'll have the room to myself and always sleep
better after rubbing out a load. Wonder if Jake gets to stay out past
curfew. Hope so. Now watch him come back just as I'm boned and ready to
blow. Maybe he'll end up crashing with David and I'll have the room to
myself. I could see him trying to pull some stunt like that. Whatever, let
him do what he wants. Deep down, he knows I'm the future of this
team. Actually, he knows that I'm the present.    Even though this place is
a shithole, I find the fact they have a minibar pretty amusing. Maybe if I
wasn't here to play, I could drown my sorrows in the over priced little
bottles of booze but the game should come first. Where is Diane? Bet she's
probably blowing someone else while I sit here waiting. Screw it, if she
is, I'll just take her roommate and teach her a proper lesson. Any chance
there's something on television? Might as well turn it on and try to pass
the time. Here I am, in the middle of nowhere, rooming with the captain of
the team. Not bad for a guy my age. Next year, some kid will be saying that
about me. The C will look good on the front of my jersey. Maybe I'll try
on Jake's jersey when's he's not looking to see how it looks. I just wish I
could avoid some of the crap that comes along with the title. I bet he's
doing the usual room check right now, giving the same speech about sleeping
well and being ready to play tomorrow.    One more text to Diane. No need
to mince words as I type "Get your lips off that guys cock." Right after
sending, I hear the sound of the door. Figures, not even time to jerk
myself off. After locking the door, I thought I heard something. Did Jake
just say that coach wants me on HIS line? Ha. Bet that's burning his ass
right now. The balls of calling it his line. Like the sport of hockey never
existed before he first laced up a pair of skates. I could be a dick and
get into it with him but it won't do us any good. I'll just have to enjoy
the fact that his line has become my line.    I really have no desire to go
over plays. I've seen him enough on the ice and know the system better than
coach, Jake, and the rest of the team put together. Sitting across from me,
I feel like he's right on top of me since the room is so small. Perfect if
you wanted to make a move on a woman but not when you are sitting less
than three feet across from a guy. Yeah, now go ahead and cross your legs,
giving us less room. Hmm. If I didn't know better, I would think I saw him
boned under the button fly of his levi's. It was only a second but sure
looked like he was packing some major meat.    Great, it's only 9 and our
captain has the nerve to throw me the playbook, expecting me to look at
it. Maybe he'll even say good night if I don't do anything stupid like ask
him a question or breathe. Wait, did he just ask me if I was cool rooming
with him? Wow. Guess maybe he's not the complete hard ass that I thought.
In an odd sort of way, I do feel comfortable with him. Maybe it's because I
also like pissing with the bathroom door open. Funny what guys bond
over. "Yeah man, it's cool."  Wonder if he heard me. All I heard was the
sound of Jake's piss stream hitting the water in the toilet.   

 


JAKE:

I stand over the toilet bowl, enjoying the release of tension as my body
relaxes.  I finish peeing and wash my hands, and mill around in the
bathroom for a moment, checking out our sparse quarters.  I walk out of the
bathroom, preparing to respond to Henry.  You know, maybe this won't be so
bad after all; I'll get to bond with a new teammate and maybe it'll
translate to us playing better together tomorrow during the game.  I might
as well at least make an effort.  I zip up my fly just as I step into his
sight, and as I walk towards my bed again I say, "Good good, I know I'm
captain and all, but I think you're barely cool enough to hang out with
me..." I smirk at Henry, letting him know that it's simply good-natured
ribbing.  "What a shit bus ride, that really was awful, and my iPod died
like halfway through, I had nothing to do man." I put the emphasis on the
nothing, exacerbating the "hardships" I had dealt with.  

As I get to the bed I kick off my shoes and grab my bag, placing it on the
quilt.  I lean over the bed a little bit to sift through my duffel, looking
for my toiletries and some other random things I'm not sure if I packed or
not.  I take a glimpse across at Henry on his bed and see him eyeing the
playbook I gave him with a mixture of trepidation and affront, and I try to
placate him by saying, "Fuck the plays man, we can do that stuff later, we
kinda just need to relax now, you look just as exhausted as me, put some TV
on or something."  

I climb on to the bed, sitting cross-legged with my ankles exposed by my
tight and consequently slightly short Levis and the bag in front of me.  I
take out my cell phone and realize I've gotten a text from Spencer, and I
chuckle mildly at the witty double entendre he sent me.  For a few minutes
I find myself almost staring into space, a strange lull in my usually
ebullient personality.  I'm really just thinking about a mixture of Sara,
the game tomorrow, the work I need to do, how these jeans look on me, and
why I'm in a random-ass motel 6 with a sophomore.  To say the least, my
mind is a bit muddled.  However, I snap out of it when I realize Henry has
turned on the TV.  "Fuck man, it's only like 9, I should have asked coach
for some extra time.  Whatever, I'm going out to get a soda, want one?" I
begin to walk out of the room, without my shoes, to go to the vending
machine at the end of the hall.  Yeah, being captain has its perks, and not
having to worry about a strict curfew is one of them.  



HENRY:


Is it strange that the sound of Jake taking a leak is mildly arousing?
Guess this is what happens when you text girls who don't write back. As I
flip through this playbook, I realize that I'm not paying it any
attention. The last thing I want to think about right now is hockey. I hope
he's not a hard ass about it and expects to review plays and talk about
game situations. Coming out of the bathroom, Jake just made a joke, saying
he was the captain and that I was barely cool enough to hang with him. I
smiled back at him and appreciated the ice breaker. I knew deep down he was
cool. Happy he seems to think the same of me.    "I hear you about that bus
ride being hell and having nothing to do. When I looked back at you, I
thought you were going to go explode." What I didn't mention was that I
caught a glimpse of his fly and it looked like something else was going to
explode. While Jake is going through is bag, I pretend to look at the
playbook and try to not think back to his boner on the bus. What the fuck
am I talking about? I love pussy. Always have, always will. Maybe it's like
when you're at the gym and you can't help sneaking a glance. Sneaking to
make sure that you are the biggest. Deep down I know I am but nothing wrong
with a little validation sometimes.    "Fuck the plays? Man, that's the
best thing I've heard all day" Throwing the playbook onto the floor, I feel
more and more comfortable and take Jake's advice about trying to find
something to watch.    After hearing him laughing after seeing something on
his phone, I thought about asking what was so funny but not sure we are
there yet and also don't want this guy to think I'm looking for a new best
friend. If I talk to him, I'll have to look at him and I'm having enough
trouble getting the thought of his fly out of my mind. Last thing I need is
for him to think I'm checking him out. After spacing out, Jake just asked
if I wanted a soda. Wow, if he was only a woman. "Yeah" I reply, something
I can mix with the stale booze in the minibar. Some women too." He must
know I was joking about the minibar, right?


JAKE:

As I walk out into the hallway to find the vending machine, I hear the
sound of Henry shuffling or moving around in the room.  I don't look back
because I don't particularly care what he's doing; probably going to take a
leak.  I go to the soda machine, unsure of what to get him because I didn't
ask.  Whatever, I'll get two cokes, no one ever complained about
them.  Fuck, this ghetto-ass machine only has one coke.  Begrudgingly I get
a water to add to the one coke and saunter back to the room.  Of course the
hallway is completely deserted; none of the other boys would risk breaking
curfew.  My mind wavers because I'm so tired.  I can't help but thinking
about the weirdest things.  Like for example: today on the bus I happened
to glance down at David's shorts, and I found myself noting that he has
really smooth looking thighs.  What the fuck? Oh well, I can just chalk it
up to general horniness; when a boy is so bored and horny, he looks at the
most random things, right?  Whatever, both of them, Spencer and David, have
surprisingly small shoes, I wonder what that means...

I chuckle mildly to myself as I enter the room again, to find Henry just
exiting the bathroom and walking towards his bed.  He turns around as I
come in and I ask, "sorry man, they only had one coke and one water, which
would you like?"  I try to be nice to him, we're going to need his snapshot
tomorrow.  I put the drinks on the nightstand between our beds to let him
choose, and laugh when I realize Family Guy is on TV.  I motion towards it
and say to him that I like this show, which he apparently does as well.  I
remember the stupid joke he made as I was walking out about the minibar,
and go to inspect it.  As I crouch down to open up the dusty fridge, I say
"well I might as well see what's in here, right?"  I'm not really in the
mood to drink, but maybe it will lighten up the mood or whatever.  And
still, it's barely 9:15, and I never get to bed before midnight, I'm going
to have to pass the time somehow.  

"Hmm, they have two little bottles of rum, you want?" I take them out and
hand Henry one, my fingers barely gracing against his as I do so.  I have
no intention of getting drunk, but still, it's just one shot, what's the
harm?  I take the coke and fill two cups halfway, putting the a shot of rum
in each.  I hand Henry his glass and toast: "Here's to, well, here's to
getting the fuck out of this shithole!" I laugh and take a sip. It's a
little harsh but nothing unpleasant.  I've noticed that Henry has taken off
his belt and that it's lying on the ground on top of his duffel.  No
biggie, mine's a little tight too now that I think about it.  I'll take it
off in a bit.  "So, Mr. Sophomore, how's that drink?" I say, chuckling and
wearing my nearly trademarked smirk.  I'm again sitting on the side of the
bed, and Henry is on his side as well, so we're basically facing each other
but watching the TV to my right and his left.  


HENRY:


Did he even hear what I asked for? Guess I'll find out soon enough. I still
can't believe that this girl hasn't texted me back. Here I am, middle of
nowhere, rooming with the team captain, big game tomorrow, and my cock is
getting hard. Should I try and rub one out before Jake gets back? Maybe I
should and shoot all over his bed spread. Ha. Now that would be funny, as I
could just pretend like I had no idea what it was or where it came from. I
like the idea of big, sexy Jake sleeping under a blanked that I covered as
my own. Wait, did I just say Jake was sexy. Ok, deep breath.    I really
just want to loose my shorts at this point but I'll wait for him to get
back. No harm in getting rid of this belt though. Don't want to give him
the wrong idea, having him come back to the room and seeing me hanging out
in just my boxer briefs. It would freak me if he did it to me. At least I
took off my shoes. Speaking of which, Jake seems to have big feet. He's
probably packing something decent. Not as big as me but nobody's perfect.
  After taking a quick leak, Jake walks back in just as I'm leaving the
bathroom. Good think I didn't take long holding my member. He's got a coke
and a water. Guess it's better than nothing. Look out, here comes a night
we'll never forget. Nice of him to ask me to choose. More I think about it,
have to say that he's been trying to be cool. Also, tough to fault a guy
who loves Family Guy as much as I do.    "Are you serious? Wow, I can't
believe you're making a move for the minibar." Is this some sort of test to
see if I'm willing to break team rules? He's going to catch me, rat me out
to coach and my hockey season, career, and possibly college all gone thanks
to a stupid rum and coke. Nah, he's cool. I'm paranoid. Besides, he would
catch more shit about it than I would.    Handing me one of the bottles of
rum, I felt Jake's fingers touch mine. It also gave me a bit of a
chill. What is going on here? After Jake made a toast, I waited for him to
take the first sip just to cover myself before following his lead. Alcohol
can do wonders. "Did you just call me Mr. Sophomore?" I replied to his
asking my thoughts on the drink, saying "pretty good my captain." Never
have noticed before but the bastard has one hell of a smile. I can see why
the girls love him.    "Hey, do you mind if I change into something else?
Unless you want to run out and burn up this town."   


JAKE:

This rum is good.  Not in the conventional sense, it's hardly what one
could consider high quality, but look at the circumstances.  Let me
rephrase myself,  it's the best thing I've ever tasted in a shit-hole motel
in Nowheresville.  Then again, I haven't been to that many crappy motels in
the middle of nowhere.  Whatever. It's better than nothing.  Besides, rum
and coke is my favorite drink.  After we toast, I ask Henry how he likes
his drink, hoping to get an affirmative response; the last thing I need at
9 at night is a sophomore teetotaler in my room.  

Now that I think about it, I'm rather horny.  Not to the point that I can't
control myself, but still, a boy needs to release himself regularly, and I
haven't done so in at least two days.  Whatever, I'll take care of it
another time I guess.  I let my hand graze over the crotch of my tight
levis, adjusting my soft penis inside of them.  This isn't so bad.  I'm not
alone, and a good TV show is on and a decent drink is in my hand.  Life
could be worse.  "Yeah, I just called you Mr. Sophomore, would you prefer
something else?" I look in his direction and chuckle, knowing I could
easily come up with some far more derogatory nicknames for the kid sitting
on the bed next to mine.  I stretch out, letting my head rest against the
propped up pillows and the drink sit on the nighttable.  

I start to loosen my belt.  Gingerly, with one hand, because my other hand
is still clutching my drink even though it's resting safely on the
table.  Finally I manage to dislodge the buckle and tug it off
awkwardly.  I toss the belt off the bed, letting it rest on top of my
duffel, which is at the foot.  I offer an explanation to Henry.  "It was
tight, and yours is off too so whatever."  Why do I need to even justify my
actions to a sophomore?  Whatever, I don't even want to think about it.  I
take a few more sips of the rum and coke concoction, it's actually pretty
tasty.  Wow, I've already finished nearly all of this thing, I must have
been thirsty.  That mini-bar is packed full, but I really should resist the
temptation to drink more.  

What's this, Henry wants to change? Of course I don't mind, he probably has
a rock-solid body.  He must, considering what a fast skater he is, and plus
the part of his legs exposed by his shorts looks pretty firm.  Wait, did I
just mention his legs?  What the hell.  Actually, those shorts are pretty
cool looking, I wonder what he's packing under there. Whatever it is, it's
definitely not as big as mine, I'm a senior.  "Nah man go for it.  By the
way I like those shorts, are they J. Crew? I might have the same pair
actually."  I don't mind talking with increasing candor, especially now
that Henry has nearly finished his drink as well, but I"m still hesitant
about drinking more.  Whatever, I can at least be pleasant.  "So how do you
like the team so far this season man?"  I finish off my drink and place the
glass on the table, letting my hands rest on my chest as I watch the TV.



HENRY:


Actually find myself feeling more comfortable by the minute. Now if I could
only find a way to do something about the hard on under my shorts. Jake
finished his drink pretty quickly and I'm not too far behind. Really would
like to tear into that minibar and keep going. Don't want to come across as
a drunk though. Truth is though that I've played my best games hungover.   
Something looks to be distracting Jake. Who knows. Maybe he's worried about
the game. Maybe he's got girl troubles. Maybe he's just as boned as I am
and knows we can't do anything about it. I really think I saw him run his
hand over the fly of his levi's. Part of me wishes it was my hand. Would
like to see what it feels like. Not that I'm gay or anything, just have
never felt a smaller one.    After taking off his belt, he joked about it,
asking if it was okay and then saying he didn't need to justify his actions
to a sophomore. He's right but I appreciate him respecting me. Rooming with
someone can be trouble. Maybe I could be a little more friendly
myself. That said, I say "Hey, this may sound like a bad idea but you wanna
have another drink?"    I was happy to hear him say yes. Also happy that he
didn't give me shit about wanting to change. Standing up directly to Jake's
side, I undo my fly and drop my khaki shorts to the floor, exposing my
smooth legs, hard calves and toned muscles. All I have on underneath is a
pair of tight black calvin klein boxer briefs. I hope my meat isn't too
noticeable. Hell, not like he's looking. "yeah, they are J. Crew. Look at
you copying what the cooler kids are wearing" as I smile and throw the
shorts down to the ground.    Since I'm up, I decided to take a look at the
minibar. Jake just said something about how I like the team and the season
but hockey is the farthest thing from my mind. Only thing on my mind is
scoring.   


JAKE:


God I'm glad this isn't turning out to be a pathetic disaster.  The last
thing I needed was an anti-social, annoying roommate.  This kid isn't
half-bad.  I mean, this isn't an ideal situation to say the least, but you
need to make the best of everything don't you?  Weirdly enough, I need to
pee again.  Oh well, I can wait a couple minutes, I'm feeling too lazy to
even bother to get up.  My penis is soft but I can tell it's stirring,
telling me it needs to release a load eventually.  Whatever, I can control
it, I know I can.  It's not like I can do anything about it with Henry in
the room.  Maybe I can get him out of here somehow for a few minutes...

You know, I could sort of go for another drink.  One never does that much
to me, and there's some pretty decent looking tequila in there, except it's
a decent sized bottle as well, not a little one-shot swig of rum.  Wow,
weird timing, Henry asks exactly what I was thinking.  I'm glad he brought
it up, it doesn't make me look like a drunk.  "Sure man, grab that tequila
that's in there, we can have some fun with that." I smile but don't get up,
and my eyes scan him as he hops up from the bed and procures the bottle
from the fridge.  He opens it with trepidation, unsure of wether to offer
me the first sip or not.  Smartly, he does so, and I take a nice big swig,
grimacing slightly as it goes down.  "Wow, that's not bad man, but it's
strong, you sure you can handle it?" I smirk again as I manage to hop up a
little and sit cross-legged on the bed.  I'm still facing the TV generally,
and Henry is basically parallel to me.  Woah, what the fuck, he's changing
right here? I get alarmed as I hear his fly unzip as he's standing
up.  Quickly I regain myself though, every day in the locker room we strip
down to our boxers, it's not big deal.  Besides, I'm impressed by this
sophomores audacity.  

I have to glance over.  It's basically instinctive.  Just as I do so I see
his shorts dropping to his ankles, and two white, smooth, yet firm calves
are exposed.  Wow, he is a strong kid.  Nice body.  He must hit the gym
quite a bit to have legs like those.  I wonder if they're as smooth as they
look.  What the fuck? I don't care if they're smooth, I'm just impressed
that he's so strong.  Quickly my eyes glance over again and dart to his
boxers.  Wow, he's wearing the same ones I have on.  I love those tight
Calvin Klein boxer briefs, they're comfy and they do a great job of showing
off my bulge.  I purposely can't bring myself to look long enough to see
whatever he's packing, I guess I'm too nervous for that.  "Oh I think it's
the other way around Henry.  Woah, you're changing right here? Thanks for
the heads-up man, and are those Calvin Klein boxers? I have the same
fucking pair on man." I laugh a little bit but manage to keep my eyes
averted, not sure of what Henry is going to change into or do.  Maybe he'll
go piss again and I'll have a chance to adjust myself.  "What are you even
changing into?"  

Man, I don't know what's going on, I think I"m delirious.  My head is
pounding already from the (very tasty) liquor, but I still feel great.  I
suppose I"m just so fucking overtired I don't know what's going on.  I'm
just glad I'm with someone normal and friendly.  You know, this kid reminds
me alot of me at his age.  He's cocky, but not rude, and definitely
funny.  I bet he gets a good amount of girls, and must have tons of friends
in his class.  Not to mention he's not a bad hockey player either.  I
wonder if he'll be in my position in two years.  Oh well, I'll guess we'll
just have to wait and see.  I need to get out of these levis.  They're too
tight and constricting.  I should put on some shorts in a minute.  Let me
see what Henry's changing into before I do anything.


HENRY:

Have to say that Jake certainly seems to spend a lot of time in the
bathroom. Maybe he just has a weak bladder. Maybe he's going in there to
work out loads. Ok, maybe the real question should be why I am thinking
about him jerking himself off. Guess I'm jealous. Thought it would pass but
I'm going to need to stroke tonight. Maybe I can do it when we turn out the
lights. Have to be careful though, last thing I need is him seeing my hand
move up and down under the covers. Better idea, I'll take a late
shower. I'll have some privacy and be able to jerk without the fear of
getting caught. Sometimes, I even amaze myself.    That will have to
wait. Right now, I need to concern myself with the bottle of tequila that's
right in front of me. Jake is cooler than I expected. He could have been a
huge dick about my suggesting we have another one. Well, never as huge as
my dick but you get the point. Opening the bottle, I really hope we don't
have an early practice skate in the morning. Should I offer him the first
taste? He's the captain and I'll let him call the shots. Pretty big swig he
just downed. Did he just ask if I could handle it? I'll give it right back
to him saying "You have no idea how much I can handle." Please tell me that
didn't sound like a come on line.    Screw it, after swigging my own taste
of the tequila, I finish taking off my shorts. Should I have went into the
bathroom? Whatever, I've got nothing he hasn't seen before. Actually,
that's not true but don't want to come off as a prude. Stepping out of my
shorts, I flex my calf muscles, just like I do every night. Always love
seeing my muscle move under my tight, smooth skin. I get it all the
time. My legs are my second best feature.    Taking another sip of the
tequila, I could have sworn I saw Jake glance over and look me over. Can't
blame him. I'd likely look at me as well. Ha, listen to the nerve on
me. It's a combination of anxiety, feeling horny, and my new roommate. "No
kidding, you're wearing the same black ck boxer briefs that I am? Nice
taste man. Personally they are all that I wear. The girls just eat them
up. Don't worry though, I won't tell anyone I fill out mine better." Trying
to hide behind a smile, I just can't fucking believe I actually said
that. Huh? What am I changing into? "I usually just chill in my boxer
briefs if that's cool with you." Thinking to myself that maybe I had better
put something on.    I turn to hand him the bottle of tequila and can't
resist taking a glance at his basket which are filling out those levi's. He
knows they make him look hot. Doesn't need me to stroke his ego. "Hey, I
really like those levi's." Where did you get them?" Ugh, lame with a
capital L. He's going to try and kick my ass now.   

 

JAKE:

Thank God for tequila, seriously, I can't even imagine how boring this
would be if we were completely sober.  It's surprisingly high-quality, and
has that creamy consistency that offsets the harshness of the alcohol.  It
looks like Henry isn't exactly a lightweight either; I can tell by the way
he just took that shot.  Funny kid, but I don't know if I even care how
much he can handle, because it's impossible that it's more than
me.  Regardless, that's not something to flex my ego about, it's never
worth it in the morning.  Wow, the tequila is making my body a little hot,
I really should get out of these levis.

Man, those Cks don't look too bad on Henry, I can only imagine how sexy
they look on me.  I mean, he does have the body for them--a hockey player's
body--because of those thick white thighs.  Mine are definitely thinner
than his, but are all muscle, so I'm sure we're about evenly strong.  Wait,
what the fuck did he just say, "I won't tell anyone I fill mine out
better?" Son of a bitch, he's a feisty little sophomore.  When I was his
age if someone mouthed off like that to the captain he'd be put in his
place in a second.  "Oh really Mr. Big Talker? If I were you I wouldn't
call out the captain on his...you know what...." I offer Henry a
million-dollar smirk, offsetting my seriousness with a bit of
playfulness.  "But anyway, yeah, I love mine too, so comfy."  

I begin to undo the fly of my levis as we're talking, and I hear Henry tell
me he just chills in his cks.  "Yeah, that's fine, I usually do too, that
cool with you?"  I undo the button and unzip my fly, pausing because I have
to stand up to take these off because they're rather tight.  Damn, Henry
has fucking rocks for calves, I wonder what kind of gym routine he has.  I
take my hand and stick it up my shirt, rubbing my abs and lower chest.  I
don't do this sexually, but just because I'm already a bit tipsy and I can
feel my exhausted body reacting to the influx of mini-bar tequila.  "You're
way better than Spencer by the way.  Every time I have to room with him he
walks around and chills on the bed naked, so as long as those briefs stay
on I'm a pretty content guy man." I laugh a little bit, still smirking, as
my interlocked hands explore my smooth fingers.  

"These levis?" I pause and have trouble controlling my smirk as I place a
hand on my thigh.  "Well Henry, I got these levi jeans at the levi jeans
store, isn't that unlikely?"  Wow, that was cocky, but he's still a
sophomore, so I have the upper hand anyway.  Besides, he's cool enough that
I can joke around with him.  I add as an addendum: "Dumbass," under my
breath, still smiling and letting Henry know, in some roundabout way, that
my taunting is a form of acceptance.  I stand up in between the beds, as
Henry has plopped back down onto his, just wearing his t shirt and boxers,
and stretch my arms out, preparing to finally rid myself of these tight and
rather constricting, albeit sexy, levi jeans.


HENRY:


So here we are. Talk about random situations. I'm standing around in just
my ck boxer briefs while hoping I don't sport a massive boner. Not that I'm
ashamed but this wouldn't be what you would call an ideal
situation. Hopefully the tequila will help things continue to go
smoothly. Speaking of smooth, as I scratch my legs, I can't help but feel
pride in how smooth the are. I could be a leg model. The firmness will just
need to take a back-seat to how good the feel now.    Tequila is better
than it should be for a dump like this. Jake seems to agree as he continues
to drink it just like I do. I may slow up, not wanting to drink him under
the table. Last thing I need is him puking before bed.    I'm certain I
just caught him checking out my package again. Hey, nothing wrong with
being jealous. Glad he was cool about my comment regarding my being able to
fill out mine better than he does with his. He flashed that famous smirk of
his again. Have to confess it's starting to unnerve me. Almost like there
should be a woman on the receiving end of his flirting. Wait, no way he's
flirting with me. No way he would risk everything on someone he barely
knows. Wait, why is flirting even coming into my head?

"Totally cool if you want to just hang in yours as well." My reply to his
asking if he can chill in his underwear is distracted by the site of him
undoing the fly of his levi's. Don't look Henry, don't look. Ok, look but
don't let him catch you looking. I need to turn away while he stands up to
fully take them off. Turning around, I flex my calves out of nerves. Did he
just say that I'm better then Spencer? Before I can ask what he means, Jake
tells me Spencer chills on the bed naked. Too much information about
another team mate. Huh? He's cool  with another guy chilling naked? Is he
bi? Thinking I should say nothing, I decide to place my foot firmly in my
mouth and say "I usually sleep naked myself."    "Oh, so you got the levi's
at the levi's store. Wow." Wiseass. Must say that it was a pretty dump
question on my part and guess I deserved that. He just called me a
dumbass? "Ok, I may be a dumbass but I have the excuse of being a
sophomore. What's yours?" I smile to lessen the blow of our ball breaking.



JAKE:


I look at Henry as he lets me know that it's fine for me to chill in my
boxers as well.  He really is a bit cocky, telling ME what's okay with
HIM.  Whatever, he's only as cocky as I am.  This is at least going well;
the last thing I felt like tonight was an uptight bitch of a
roommate.  Besides, the tequila's helping, I can feel my muscles
relaxing.  I wonder how Henry does with girls.  He's a good looking kid and
all, I mean that purely platonically, so he must get a decent amount of
pussy.  Maybe he has a girlfriend.  Who knows? I'll ask him later I
guess.  Knowing me, I'll forget.

I stand up between the two beds, facing sideways so my back is to Henry's
bed.  To be completely honest, as much as I love to talk, I'm still a bit
reserved about showing off my body, especially in front of other
boys.  That's weird though, I don't mind getting totally naked in front of
or with girls, but I guess the similarities (especially that one piece of
equipment only guys have) between other boys and me unnerve me.  Whatever,
I'm not a total prude, I know that.  I take one last glance behind me
before I drop my jeans.  Man, Henry really does have some fucking
impressive thighs.  Why am I looking at Henry's thighs?

"Well thanks for the approval captain." I draw out this last word to
emphasize my seniority.  I unzip my levis and pull the down to just above
my knees.  I straighten out my ck boxer briefs as I lift up my right leg to
pull the jeans off it and do the same with my left leg.  I pull my phone
out of my jeans pocket and toss it on the bed before tossing the jeans onto
the pile forming on top of my duffel bag.  Now that's more like it, my legs
finally feel free.  I turn around partially as I hop back on to the bed,
noticing Henry's eyes barely appraising my now considerably more exposed
legs, and try to act nonchalant to offset my slight self-consciousness.  I
adjust my boxer briefs again, this time shifting my soft penis from left to
right.  Finally, some comfort.  

I feel good now; I'm chilling with a decently cool kid with some booze and
I'm relaxed, life could be worse.  Definitely worse.  I choose to broach a
subject all boys ponder seemingly endlessly.  "So Henry, any girls you
fooling around with? I always see you around with that cutie Sara, does she
put out with you?" I again offer Henry my smirk, using it equally as a
friendly gesture and a device of intimidation.  Plus, I can tell he likes
it; people are always amiable when they're exposed to my amicable but
smart-aleck grin.  

He sleeps naked? That made me pause for a moment, and I blurt out the first
thing that comes to my mind.  "Really man? I've never tried it, what's it
like?" Fuck, Henry definitely can tell how genuinely curious I am.  Oh
well, he brought it up anyway.  "I mean, it just seems more comfortable,
you know?" I say, trying to save face a little bit.  Whatever, I wouldn't
mind sleeping naked, it's just never something I've considered.  I wonder
if Henry sleeps naked when he rooms with the other sophomores on the
team.  "Do you even sleep naked when you're rooming with Max and Shawn?" I
try to hide my curiosity, and do it better this time, my face holding a
somewhat sanguine expression.  

My legs crouch up a little bit, as I reach out to occasionally rub my
thighs.  Man, they're muscular and thin.  Henry's might be a bit thicker,
but I"m taller and I think stronger anyway.  Wait, why am I still thinking
about his thighs?  Whatever, my mind's just wandering.  What did he just
say?  Wow, he really is cocky.  I smirk at him, this time tinging it with a
streak of enmity.  "You know what, if you didn't remind me so much of me at
your age, I would get up and kick your ass." I continue to smirk, actually
enjoying his cockiness.  "Shithead." I add under my breath and smile at
Henry, letting him know I"m just busting his balls.  He better not take it
too far though, I'd have to actually kick his ass.  Nah, I'd never actually
do that, he's a nice kid, with just as much swagger as I had at his
age.  Man, it'd be nice if we had some girls in here; It's almost 10 at
night and I haven't had the time for a jerk in a few days.  


HENRY:

I would like to meet the man who invented tequila and shake his hand. It
feels so good right now and I feel like all of my nerves have left me. Who
knows, maybe this night is just getting started. Now all we need is to find
out that a woman's hockey team is also staying in this motel. Jake and I
could go up there and work together. Bet we would make a pretty good
team. Hey, I bet we could even double team one of them. Both of us taking
turns plowing away. Wow, that would be hot.

Get the feeling that Jake is shy about his body. Not sure why since he's
got a pretty good shape and I would even go as far as saying his muscle
tone is equal to mine. Fine, maybe even better on certain body parts. Can't
believe I just gave him a compliment. Oh well, nothing wrong with being
honest. Not like he's got the bigger sized tool or anything.  Right before
he took off those hot looking levi's, I thought I saw him checking out my
thighs from the corner of my eye. Yeah, I know, they are amazing.

He seems so much more relaxed after getting the jeans off. Maybe it means
we've reached the end of a long day and now can finally relax. If I didn't
know better, I would think I saw him adjust his junk right after he jumped
into bed. Looking at him laying there, have to say that his body is better
than I thought. Nice strong legs and the muscle definition is even better
than I first thought.

Passing the bottle back and forth, Jake just asked me how I did with the
girls. Mentioned that he even remembered seeing me with Sara. Didn't know
that he was stalking me. There goes than darn smirk again. Almost feels
like he is bating me, daring me. Perhaps slowing up on the tequila would be
the right play but I don't want to be the one who stops drinking
first. "Yeah, Sara's ok to hang with from time to time. Nothing serious as
I like playing the field and keeping the options open. You never know who
is going to be come along. She does give a great hand job though, along
with great head." Sure could use some of her handy work right now.

"Besides, I texted her tonight hoping to hear how she missed me, or more
importantly how she missed what I did to her but she never replied. Nice,
huh?" Did I just tell him too much information? Whatever, he asked and no
harm in answering. I ask him if he's got anyone steady before being
distracted by him asking me what sleeping naked is like. He seems honestly
curious. Guess it's just foreign to him. "What's it like you asked? Well, I
got into the habit when I first got to college and was dating
someone. Didn't make sense to get dressed again after sex and liked the
feeling of sleeping free and not feeling constricted. Does that make
sense?"

"You're right though, totally more comfortable. You should give it a try
sometime." Not going to say that I'm tempted to give it a try myself
tonight. Maybe under the covers when the lights go out, I'll strip down and
get naked. No way I'll be able to sleep without working out a load but
that's beside the point. Actually, maybe that is the point.

Whoa, did he just ask if I sleep naked when rooming with Max and Shawn?
Almost feels like he's trying to out me. Back out, calm down Henry. There
is nothing to out. You are straight. You are just horny as mad and find
this guy cool and you are curious. Curious the same way he is about
sleeping naked. "Nah, never went naked with those guys. Honestly, sex seems
to be the last thing from their mind and to say they are shy about their
bodies would be an understatement."

Jake seems to be in love with his thighs as I see him rubbing them
again. They do look pretty solid and firm but more than happy with
mine. I'd win a hottest thigh contest between us. "So, I remind you of
yourself at this age. Don't you wish you could do it again and get it right
like me?" I laugh out loud, figuring there is no harm at this
point. Everything is cool and he knows I'm just giving him shit, same way
he's giving it back to me. After saying that, I feel my tool starting to
bone. Better turn around before he catches it.


JAKE:


I'm impressed Henry gets to fool around with Sara, she's fucking banging
and she reminds me of my last girlfriend, Dani.  Seriously, I know she's
only a sophomore but she has that lustrous dark hair and milky white skin
that makes every boy drool.  Good for him, I wonder if he's gotten to fuck
her yet.  She's probably just as tight a fuck as Dani is, well, was.  Ah,
those were good days, when I could bury my cock inside Dani's warm cunt, I
really should give her a call one of these days.  Besides, even though she
broke it off, I know what power my manhood has over her self-control.  I
should cut back on this tequila.  I place the bottle on the middle
nightstand, indicating I'm willing to take a break and cool off slightly. 
As Henry speaks I imagine Sara's lips wrapped tightly around his cock. 
Wait, what the fuck, why did I just think about that? I should be thinking
of Sara's, or Dani's, lips on my cock, not his. 

"Lucky man, she's almost as cute as my ex, Dani.  Have you gotten to see if
she's a good fuck or not yet?"  Enough smirks for now, I don't want Henry
to think I'm being overly interested in him.  "It'd be nice if either of
them were here right now.  Oh well, just wishful thinking right?" Now I
can't help it, and I smirk, but don't tilt my head that far towards him. 
"That sucks man, she's probably just busy, or you know, with another guy."
I smile, knowing how to push any boy's metaphorical buttons.  I flip
through the channels, and finally settle on Old School.  It's a crappy
movie, but nothing else is on.  It'd be nice if I could find some porn on
this shit TV.  I toss the remote back onto Henry's bed and watch the movie
with muted interest. 

I wish I had the balls to sleep naked.  I don't know, am I really more
reserved about my body than I think I am?  Whatever, I'll do it sometime,
and Henry seems to enjoy it.  I wonder if he's going to do it tonight.  I
wouldn't care too much, nothing I haven't seen before, sort of.  "Yeah,
yeah, I know what you mean, a combination of laziness and freedom right?" I
laugh at the paradox I presented and keep talking.  "That's probably true
about Max and Shawn.  My locker is inbetween theirs, and I can always tell
in the locker room that they're kind of shy about changing and shit you
know?  Max is a funny kid though, and he's Dani's little brother, so I have
to be nice to him you know?"  Did I just get too personal with Henry? I
mean, we're not really friends, yet.  "I"ll try it sometime though, are you
gonna do it tonight?"  I glance over quickly at Henry, instinctively
looking over his boxers and enjoying the fact that we're basically dressed
identically.  Weird coincidence I guess. 

"You know this reminds me, Max actually wears the same boxer briefs as us. 
He must be a cool kid, you know, to be copying us right?" I smirk again,
acknowledging Henry as my relative equal.  I lean forward a little bit,
arcing my back on the firm pillows, and stretch my hands out to my feet. 
Man, I'm sore, it feels good to relax, especially when I'm tipsy.  I wonder
what Max and Shawn are doing in their room anyway; I remember all the
stupid but fun shit I did when I was a sophomore. 

I ignore Henry's snide comment, enjoying how he's trying to be as witty as
I am, like that's possible.  It's starting to get a little later, and I
really am utterly bored.  Finally my phone beeps, and it's Dani texting me
back ("Heyyyyy Jake, I miss you cutie, how's your sexy body doing?").  I
smile at the message and reply, without informing Henry.  Then I blurt out,
without really thinking, "Dude I'm all horned-up, it'd be fucking nice if
there was some porn on you know?" I laugh, being purely hypothetical, and
intending it that way.  Wow, I just told a fucking sophomore I'm horny. 
Whatever, he probably is too, at least a little bit, right?



HENRY:


Did Jake just ask me if I've gotten to fuck Sara yet? "A gentleman does not
kiss and tell. That said, I'm not gentleman and I fuck her hard and deep
any time I like." Yeah, take that. The thought of fucking her right now
seems to be getting the best of my cock, as I feel myself sporting some
major wood. Maybe I should get on the bed and try to hide it.    "So, Dani
huh? Have to say I'm impressed." Didn't think you had it in you." I follow
my last statement with a laugh but I'm legitimately impressed with Jake's
ability. "I hope you don't mind me saying this but Dani is a really hot
girl. If you ever wanted to trade, just let me know." I'm joking. Sorta. It
would be cool seeing the two of us trade girls in the same room, watching
Jake pound Sara while I did my work on Dani. I can picture him working his
tool inside her tight box. I need to stop thinking about his tool. I need
my tool to stop getting harder and harder.    "I couldn't agree with you
more. I'd paid real money for either of them to be here right now. Maybe
I'd even let them give you a hand after they finished me off." Although I
smile again, I feel like I may have gone too far with that last
comment. Happy that Jake has settled on Old School. It's a pretty funny
movie and perhaps it might get my mind off sex.

I respect Jake telling me that he's tries to be nice to Max because he's
Dani's brother and tell him as much. I would play the situation the same
way. "Max thinks you are the greatest thing since sliced bread. I'm sure
he's been telling Dani the same." He's really opening up to me and I
respect and appreciate it. If I wanted I could hold that info over his
head. Not my scene but good to remember if he ever tries to screw me.  "Oh,
didn't give much thought to thinking about sleeping naked tonight. Maybe I
will, if you are cool with it. Don't want to make you uncomfortable." Not
like I'm uncomfortable since I've been rock hard and thinking about you
being the same.  "Yeah, Max is a copycat. Saw me one day in my briefs and
figured it was the reason why I scored so much. I didn't know you were in
the business of checking out what the guys on the team wore in terms on
underwear." After saying that, I watch Jake stretch his hands out to his
feet and his body continues to impress me.

"So, someone misses you?" I ask after Jake receives a text message that
brings a smile to his face. Before he can answer, I can't believe what I
think he just said. Did he just say he was fucking horned up and how it
would be nice if there was some porn on? After the initial shock, I speak
without thinking. "Jake, I'm so fucking hard and horny, I could jerk off to
the wallpaper."

 

JAKE:


Shit man, I'm really horny.  I mean, I'm not letting it show, but come on,
I haven't jerked my meat in like a week and I haven't gotten any pussy in
like two weeks.  It's driving me insane, I just have this desire to cum,
cum all over the fucking place.  I know it's totally irrational but I'm
basically praying for some hot girl to come over and drain my full
balls.  Oh well, that's not going to happen.  

Wow, this is strangely nice, the conversation is turning towards
sex.  Henry's fucked Sara? Lucky kid, seriously, I wouldn't mind having her
ride me right about now.  I wonder how Henry is in bed.  What? I mean, you
know, in bed with Sara, you know, because of how tight she must be.  "Damn
right you're not a gentleman, you're a scrappy motherfucker on the ice
too.  But still, I guess girls like Sara don't particularly like gentlemen
then?" I laugh a little bit, nodding to Henry and letting him know that I"m
genuinely impressed with his sexual prowess.  "Hard and deep sounds good
right about now haha, Dani is sooooo tight Henry, you have no idea." I keep
smiling, loving that this conversation allows me to boast about my own
sexual conquests.  "You fucking should be impressed man, she's even cuter
than Sara is.  See, even you admit it, that's why you want to trade.  I'd
be up for it, but I doubt the girls would be, there's no way Dani would
want a smaller tool ramming her you know?" I regain my trademark smirk
again, feeling absolutely like the master of our relative domain (the room)
because of my seniority and affable confidence in my body.  

"Trading wouldn't be that bad, I mean, you probably haven't stretched Sara
out too much yet so It'd be a nice change for me."  Okay, enough, I don't
need to rub it in any more, or do I?  It's always good to put a sophomore
in his place; I know the seniors did that to me when I was younger.  Wait,
why the fuck am I even thinking about "trading," I should just be thinking
about having both of those hotties for myself.  "Haha, Old School is
hilarious, I love the scene where the old guy wrestles the two college
chicks, I wish I was the old guy right about now." I chuckle mildly to
myself and continue to stretch out on the bed.  Thank god I learned a while
ago how to control the flow of blood around my crotch; I can be this horny
and not let it "show," if you know what I mean.  I wonder if Henry's
learned that trick yet;  too bad I can't look over, he'd definitely catch
me.  Wait, why would I even want to look over, who gives a shit about
Henry's package?  

"So you're friends with Max? Well you better keep putting in good words for
me then man.  I'm surprised you think he copies you though, I mean, he's
probably copying me, because my locker is next to his and all.  And also, I
would think he would be copying the...bigger...guy.  Plus, you know I score
more than you." I wink at Henry and continue, "well I didn't know you
noticed other guys on the team checking out your underwear." He's good, but
I'm better; the result of quite a bit of experience with witty team-bonding
banter.  I mean, at least we're both being honest; who hasn't looked around
in the locker room a little bit to see what your friend's preferences
are.  

Damn, Dani's text message was hot, I can't tell you, I can't even begin to
tell you, how much I wish she was here right now.  I wonder if Henry is as
horny as I am.  Then he speaks, and my thoughts are confirmed.  I let out a
cross between a snort and a laugh.  "Haha, calm down there cowboy, you're
in a room with another guy, remember?  This shit sucks though, we're both
all horned-up and we can't do shit about it, oh well." I pause and try to
think of some way to communicate to Henry that I really want to "release,"
so to speak.  "You can use the bathroom if you want, but there's no porn in
there, see if there's anything else on TV." I motion to the remote, which
is lying by Henry's side on his bed.  "Besides, you're probably already
intimidated by our...size difference...I won't talk about this stuff
anymore, I wouldn't want to make you feel bad."  One more smirk.  I can't
believe what I just said, but for some reason I feel a need to hammer home
the point that I'm older, that I'm bigger, than Henry is.  Why do you care
so much Jake?  Whatever, just keep smirking.  


HENRY:

I can't seem to shake the idea of sex from my mind. I should have jerked
myself off when Jake was doing bed checks. I want to cum so badly. I keep
thinking about my warm load shooting from the slit in my dick. It would be
a gusher, as my balls haven't felt this heavy in ages. It's my own fault
for not doing it before got on the bus. That said, it's going to be close
to impossible to sleep with this much build up.    Have to say that I'm
happy Jake seems cool with talking about sex. Some guys get freaked out by
it, never wanting to tell anything and get shy. I laugh after he makes a
comment about girls like Sara not liking gentleman. Trying to look away and
hide my bulge, I tell him "No, they don't they just like big and thick
cock." The words big. thick and cock feel a little ackward coming out of my
mouth. Just something a guy usually never says. Just happy that Jake
doesn't seem put off by my blunt comment. I think he's impressed with my
ability. I appreciate it. He seems to be just as interested in this as I
am, since he just made a comment about Dani being really tight. There he
goes bragging about how Dani wouldn't want a smaller tool if we did trade
like I brought up. Pretty sure of himself, thinking my tool is smaller. I
should just whip it out right now, stroke it a few times and show him that
I wouldn't be the smaller of us. Whoa. take a step back. I just thought
about taking out my meat and jerking it in front of him. Time to say
something and shake this thought. "I'm not so sure I'm packing the smaller
piece captain." There, let me remind him while he's older, I'm also his
equal.    I'm happy that Jake seems cool with the idea of trading our
girls. He certainly seems to think he'd stretch Sara out more than I
do. Screw it, let him believe what he wants. I know the truth. Seniors seem
to enjoy giving us younger guys shit like this. Comes with the territory
and I could be getting it a lot worse.    "Max and I are cool. I mean, he's
totally more reserved than you and I but I think it's because he doesn't
have the confidence we do with women." Wait, did Jake just say that Max was
copying the bigger guy? His ego never ceases to amaze me. He really seems
to be enjoying making these size references. I really ought to show
him. "As far as putting in good words for you, maybe I should tell him to
feel bad since your dick isn't as big as the rest of us." I give him my own
grin and feel my cock growing in my boxers. "Oh, yeah, you score more than
I do. I mean, you do skate on the first line and get the most
opportunities. Oh, wait a minute, you meant off the ice?" I break out
laughing and throw a pillow from my bed at him. It gives me the chance to
lay back down and hide what's inside these briefs.    Jake is playing coy
with the text message that Dani sent. I want to ask but stop myself. Maybe
it was a naked photo. Would like to think he would share it. It would give
me all I needed to work out this aching load. "Not a cowboy tonight
partner, there's no one to ride," I say in reply to a comment he made. Yep
he's right, we are both horned up and can't do shit about it. Wait, he's
just as horned up as I am? Am I making him horny or are just both desperate
and needing to release? "Nice to know that I'm not the only one packing
major wood." I try not to look at him as I say it but my eyes glance over
to his. I look away quickly, my nerves getting the best of me, mixing with
an odd desire of energy and curiosity. He knows he could just go into the
bathroom and lock the door, pounding one out. All of this talk though makes
me think he wants me to know. Wants me to see it. "You know, I think I may
take a shower before bed." After pausing, I continue with saying "It will
give me extra time to sleep in the morning and also give you some privacy
to take care of your needs." Did I just tell him I know he wants to jerk
and was going to leave so he could?

JAKE:

Man, I'm pissed off.  This is so annoying.  My horniness is driving me
crazy and I would do anything for a cute girl with a tight pussy to
plow.  God, I'm such a horn-dog, but so is Henry, I mean, he's a boy
too.  Still there's no way he's as horny as me, I can feel my (somehow)
soft penis throbbing underneath my calvin klein boxer briefs.  I need to
air it out soon and give it some release, why the fuck does there have to
be another boy in the room?  Ugh, I might just whip it out, what would he
do? I mean, it's just a penis, everyone's seen one of these before.  Nah,
bad idea, he might freak out, and I wouldn't want to have to deal with
that. 

There must be so much cum in me right now, seriously.  I need Dani here: my
favorite thing is when she gets on her knees and starts sucking and licking
my cock until I'm ready to cum and then she begs me to cum so she can
"drink my cum." That phrase is really hot, and of course I always do as she
requests, and shoot loads of cum down her throat.  Mmm, those were fun
times indeed.  I'm never going to be able to sleep while I'm this
horny.  At least Henry isn't totally put off by discussing our girls.  That
means he's gotten a decent amount of pussy in his day.  Most of the guys
that get all shy when the conversation steers toward sex are the ones that
are nervous about their own inabilities to preform.  Well, good for him, he
really does remind me of me at that age.  

Wow, I like this, Henry's almost as cocky as me too.  Thank God, I can't
stand those little pussy boys that can't toss an insult right back at
you.  I like his feistiness; we're going to need it for our game
tomorrow. Wait, what did he just say? Well if he's going to be that
arrogant I suppose I'll just have to throw it right back in his
face.  "Well then I'm quite surprised she likes you." There we go, that
felt like a zinger coming off of my tongue, and all I can do is smirk at
Henry.  Big and thick, that's not Henry, no way.  Those are words Dani
would use to describe me.  

I'm amazed this sophomore genuinely thinks he has a bigger package than
me.  Then again, he could just be talking shit, putting up a facade not
backed up by any truth.  Who knows, I'm bigger, I'm the captain.  I wonder
if he's starting to get hard.  I can't look over now, and besides, he's
adjusted his body in such a way that the front of his boxer briefs are
pointing away from me, towards the window.  Whatever, I don't care, he's
another guy.  What the fuck did he just say?  Wow, I don't even think I was
that cocky at his age.  "Well then, I'm not so sure you know what you're
talking about, sophomore." The smirk fades a bit this time, not because I'm
getting tired of our banter, just because a little intimidation is never a
bad thing. 

"Yeah, he's a cool kid, he used to be alot better at hockey though, I dunno
what happened, now he's only a third line player.  Maybe he's having
trouble in class or something, help him out if you can."  I say, now
dictating orders and regaining my stature as captain.  With that demeanor
comes the necessity that I make constant references to my sexual prowess
and size, like that bothers me.  "And how would you know Henry?" I smirk
again, but start to grow weary of our constant size competition, I mean,
It's so obvious my tool is longer.  "Wait, so have you actually seen Max's
dick? Or Shawn's for that matter? I mean, how else would you know?"  I
smile, but I'm genuinely curious, after all, I've seen more than a few of
the kids on the team naked.  Never Henry though.  

I can't help but laughing.  This is actually alot of fun.  I give Henry
another dirty look and say "Henry you're so stupid you wouldn't know how to
empty a boot full of water if the instructions were printed on the bottom."
 I forget where I picked that one up, but it always serves to momentarily
shut up those with big mouths.  Did he just toss a pillow at me? I start to
crack up.  "A pillow? Oh shit, I'm scared now!" I chuckle and toss it
lightly back to his bed.  

Wow, Dani just sent me a picture message, and wow.  That is a nice naked
body, seriously, I'd do everything to her right now.  I really should show
Henry.  "Dude, catch." I toss Henry my phone and crack up as I see the
stunned reaction on his face as he sees the picture.  He tosses the phone
back and can only smirk right back at me.  "Hey man, I'm not packing any
wood right now, I can control myself around other guys thank you.  Are you
hard under there?" I motion vaguely to Henry's crotch, now obscured by the
pillow I tossed back to him.  "Whatever, even if you are, I doubt I could
see it from here, do we have a microscope lying around anywhere?" I
continue to laugh and I take one last swig of my glass of tequila,
polishing it off.  Hmm, showering.  "Showering." That's so boring though,
and I'd be creeped out about jerking with someone else that close to
me.  "Well man, we could just like get under the covers and shit, turn off
the lights, and try to find a porno.  No homo I mean, but whatever, it's
your call.  You're probably still gonna do it after I fall asleep aren't
you?" I laugh, and Henry laughs back, knowing this is pretty much an
evident truth at this point.  Still, I'm kind of curious to see how big
Henry's package really is.


HENRY:

I used to tell myself that I would never pay for sex. Must confess that I'm
questioning that belief right now. I pay just about anything to plow a
tight hole while listening to her voice beg for me. She could name the
price.  Yeah, I'm that horned. Guess that it's good Jake feels the same
way. Nice knowing I'm not the only one with a raging hard on. I don't know
if I'm going to be able to hide my throbbing cock from him all night. While
it's cool he knows what I'm going through, little odd knowing he wants it
just as bad as I do. Fuck, part of me wants to just stroke it right in
front of him. I don't care. Okay, I do care. Don't need him starting rumors
and saying stuff about me. When I joined the team, I actually expected the
older guys to pull some sort of hazing ritual. When I got nervous thinking
about it, knowing I would have the biggest tool on the bunch made me feel
better.    As soon as I get back to school, I'm taking the day off from
class and just going to screw everyone in sight. What I need most is a
quality blowjob. Maybe I should go and knock on Dani's door and show her
what it's like to suck a really big cock. Ha. Bet that would piss the shit
out of Jake. I wouldn't do that to him. Okay, I like to believe that I
wouldn't do that to him. I feel like we've formed this bond. Sounds silly
and wouldn't call him a friend but I do have a new found respect for him.
  Wow, just after thinking about Dani on her knees, sucking my shaft, Jake
tosses me his phone, showing me a naked photo of Dani. Pretty cool of him
to share. Looking at it made me harder than I've been all night and that's
saying something. I throw it back to him quickly, wishing I could borrow it
and take it into the bathroom. Did he just ask me if I was hard? No sense
in lying. "Yeah, hard like a fucking rod. If you weren't here, this place
would be covered in cum." Am I being too bold? What exactly do I want to
happen? I know I want to shoot. Do I want him to watch me?    Every time I
think he's cool, there he goes saying something that makes him sound like
he's an asshole. listen to him saying I need a microscope to see my
tool. Screw that and screw him. No, I'm not thinking about screwing him but
I bet that would put him in his place. Wait, I don't screw dudes. This
crappy hotel is really starting to get to me.    "No microscope needed
here, you can keep yours all for yourself." Okay, not my best material but
you try always being on point with a throbbing cock, unable to cum. "Thanks
for finishing the tequila." I didn't want anymore but not going to pass up
the chance to give him a hard time. Flipping through the channels, I can't
find anything that looks like a porno so I toss the remote to Jake. "Maybe
you can find something."    Not sure if nerves, passion, or the desire to
cum is fueling me but I'm not taking anymore shit tonight. Forget the fact
that he called me stupid. I need to stand up for myself and put him in his
place. "Yeah, you are right, I am going to jerk off once you get to
bed. Don't you think it's time you went to sleep?" After saying that, I
stand up next to his bed. There's no way he can miss my cock desperate to
escape my calvin klein boxer briefs.     

JAKE:

Man, this is tough.  I'm trying to keep my penis flaccid and tucked away in
my boxers, but it's getting pretty hard; I'm flat out horny. If I was alone
right now I would pull these stupid boxers down and firmly grasp my shaft,
slowly stroking it up and down while rubbing my thighs.  Okay Jake, chill
out man, there's another boy in the room.  It's not like I can jerk it in
front of him.  

Then again, I'm sure he's feeling the same thing.  Maybe I should just pull
some upperclassman stunt and use that as an excuse for jerking.  But that
might get misconstrued, and I don't need to freak out Henry.  "Dude, we
need some girls, seriously." I laugh, but I'm dead serious, and he knows
it.  We're both two horny guys with nothing to do and a picture of my
friend naked on my phone.  

I can't help continuing to think about Max.  I know it's weird, because
he's Dani's brother and all, but he's a cool kid.  I wonder what he's up to
right now; probably either sleeping or wishing he had his own room too.  I
laugh a little bit; sometimes having a roommate really sucks.  I still want
to fuck around with Sara; she's really cute.  "Hey dude, I'm just gonna
throw this out there, and feel free to say no, but do you think I could get
a turn with Sara? I mean, I'd let you fuck around with Dani too if you
wanted, to make us even."  I say this with trepidation; it's hard to ask
something like that seriously without coming off as intruding upon another
guy's girl. 

I can tell Henry liked the picture I just tossed over to him; his eyes just
lit up like fireballs.  I can't help but glancing over.  He's sort of on
his side so I see more of his ass-cheek than his crotch, but it seems to me
there's some activity in his boxers and he's trying his hardest to control
it.  I'm still sitting flat; I'm confident in my abilities to restrain
myself, at least for now.  I figured, he is hard.  "Come on man,
self-control." I laugh a little bit.  "I"m horny as shit but I"m
controlling it--no boner here." I give him another award-winning smirk and
vaguely motion in the direction of my crotch.  There's a definite bulge
noticeable, but it's not the type one associates with a throbbing boner,
rather just with a soft penis.  In any case, it's pretty impressive.

I'm sure Henry has a decent one, unless he's completely all talk, which I
don't think is entirely the case.  It's probably nice and thick, with
either a pink or purplish bulb-like head and hard shaft.  Okay Jake, stop
thinking about his dick man, that's just weird.  I wouldn't really care if
he whipped it out, but that would get pretty awkward, and I'd laugh at
seeing a smaller penis.

"Right, right, whatever you say little man." I smirk, but I"m being a bit
more serious this time.  "Shut up, did you really want anymore?" I laugh,
he's visibly tipsy already.  "Nah dude, I don't see anything good on TV, I
guess all we have are the pics of Dani, she just sent me a couple more,
wanna see?"  I toss the remote down onto the floor and press a couple
buttons on my phone to receive the new messages.  

I put the phone on the nightstand and rub my chest a little bit.  Then I
see Henry moving out of the corner of my eye.  He stands up and tells me
it's time for me to go to sleep.  I can't help but laugh; it's such an
audacious thing to say.  I understand though, I'm just as horny as he is
and I'd love to jizz too.  I try not to look at him directly as he stands
up, maybe 3 feet from me.  However, his penis, now about half-hard, is
outlined pretty vividly by his tight boxers, and I see the mold of a pretty
decent sized tool in there, although I don't get more than a passing
glance.  Good for him, but probably not as big as mine, I don't think.  

I lean over and give Henry a little tap on his bare chest, near his
abs.  "Sittdown little guy, I'll go to bed when I feel like it." He's got
pretty smooth and decently toned abs actually, just like me.  Henry sits
back down on the bed, unsure of what to do.  "Dude, this fucking sucks, we
both need to jack it but we only have one phone with dirty pics and no porn
on the TV, what the fucks should we do?" 


HENRY:


Sometimes you can't control the urge and desire, the need to take out your
cock and shoot a massive warm load of cream out of the shaft. Why do these
times happen when I can't do anything about it? Looking over at Jake, I can
see that he's semi hard over there. He knows the score and said he was
feeling the same. Part of me just wants to look at him, ask if we could cut
the bullshit and just get down to business.    Jake just asked me if he
could have a run with Sara. Actually wouldn't mind seeing him pound away at
her tight pink center. I think a just felt a few drops of precum come
out. Good thing I'm wearing black. Hope it makes it harder to notice. "I'll
think about getting you a piece of Sara. Sounds like a fair trade, as I
would like to show Dani what a real cock feels like." I grin back at him.
  I have to give the guy credit for even raising the question. When I
mentioned switching off before, I was somewhat joking. Okay, I was serious
but think I'm just happy he seems receptive and into the idea. Never did
like guys who were too protective. In the end, a teammate is a teammate and
there's no "i" in team.    I think I just saw him checking out my package
after I tossed the phone back to him. I've caught guys looking at me since
high school and never thought much of it. This feels different
though. Maybe it's the tequila mixed with two guys desperate to blow their
wads. Never have jerked before with another guy. Never have really thought
about it. Can't believe I'm thinking about it now. It's not gay or
anything. Maybe I just need to keep telling myself that. My hand runs over
my abs while I think. The soft skin feels good to my touch. Wish there was
someone else touching me right now.    Jake just made some wise ass comment
about being able to control his boner. Taking a look again, I'm thinking
more and more about how I want to see it. I need to watch my hand, as I
felt it travel down to gently rub my throbbing cock over my boxer briefs. I
hope he didn't see that. You know, maybe I do hope that he saw what I've
been keeping under wraps.    I get the feeling from what I've seen that
he's pretty hung. Doubtful as hung as I am, but still bigger than
average. Bet it must be a mouthful for Dani to handle. Sara always has a
hard time wrapping her mouth around my tool. Wonder if he has a mushroom
head like I do. Wonder if he's cut. Do his balls hang low? Wow, I'm
spending way too much time thinking about Jake's cock.    "Little man, huh?
Haven't been called that since grade school. No worries though, we all know
the ones who talk the most are packing the smallest equipment." Jake just
rubbed his chest and can't believe I'm thinking this but he looked pretty
hot doing it.    After telling him it was time for him to go to sleep, he
jokingly laughed it off and then tapped my chest, right on my abs, the part
I had been touching, the part I have been wanting someone else to touch. My
first thought was to keep his hand there. Too bold though. I'm not gay, I'm
not bi. What am I thinking about? The touch felt electric and didn't help
the hard tool straining to be released from my boxer briefs.    Did he just
say we both need to jack it, have no options, and ask what the fuck we
should do? After taking a moment to make sure I heard him correctly and
process the words, I take a deep breath and stand back up after sitting
down. Standing pretty close to him again and no reason to mince words any
longer. "What, should we do? We should stroke our cocks and have a great
time doing it."   

JAKE:

Ugh, my self-control is already waning.  I know I'm in a room with another
guy but come on, I'm tipsy and it's late.  I really need to jizz, to
release.  I can already imagine the tingling sensation right before I spurt
out streams of cum all over the place, often into Dani's mouth or
pussy.  Fuck her, all she's doing is teasing me with these pictures--she
just sent three more of her with a dildo.  I keep glancing over at
Henry--It would be so much easier if we could just jerk off without that
being considered "gay."

I'm not gay or anything, but come on, I'm horny enough at this point that I
wouldn't even care if he were to whip his out right now.  I've seen penises
before; no big deal.  I think Henry would actually be up for a trade, I
mean I wouldn't mind, I love Dani's cunt, but sophomore pussy is just too
appealing.  She must be so tight too.  I keep getting the feeling Henry has
a huge boner, and he's slowly acqueising and not caring as much if I see
what's going on in his boxers or not.  "Well I like the piece of Sara part,
but come on Henry, I think it's the other way around, we both know Sara is
just begging to get pounded by a real cock." I grin back at him, unable to
stop smirking.  

I've done stuff like that before with other guys on the team--trading off
that is.  I mean, it's only fair.  We all have needs, and we all like a
little variety, so it's a nice thing sometimes.  And still, I do have a bit
of a thing for the younger girls.  

I'm pretty sure Henry just glanced over and checked out my
bulge.  Whatever, boys do that sort of thing, it doesn't bother me.  I
mean, I know I've glanced over a couple times of him, trying to satisfy my
curiosity.  It's nothing big, I just wonder how big he is.  I keep rubbing
my thighs--they're rock hard and getting a little sweaty now--and wishing
someone was rubbing them for me.  "Hey man, see that pic with the dildo in
Dani? How hot is that haha?" I laugh a little bit. "I can't tell, is that a
big or small dildo?--I didn't buy it for her."  I'm prying a little bit,
trying to get Henry's idea of big and small, but I"m not sure why I care so
much.

I have the feeling he's not small.  I mean, who knows, but from the couple
glances I've taken there's something noticeable inside his briefs, to what
extent I'm not sure.  I wonder what Henry's penis looks like.  Is it long
and thin or shorter but thicker?  Is it smooth? Rounded? Have a squarer
shaft? Big or small balls? What color head, pink or purplish?  Enough Jake.

"You know it, little man." I keep smirking; I hope he knows I'm just
messing around.  "Whatever you say Henry, whatever you say.  Dude want to
hear a funny story? One time I was rooming with Max, maybe a couple weeks
ago, and I accidentally walked in on him jerking it, it was mad awkward." I
laugh a little bit, although awkwardly.  

I kind of liked touching Henry's chest.  Ew.  But seriously, it was so
toned and rock-hard, I was impressed.  Wait why is he standing up again.  I
cant believe he just said that.  I mean, he's right, but what a fucking
audacious thing to say.  How do I respond to that.  "What, little Henry's
begging to escape?" I vaguely motion toward his crotch and chuckle, trying
as hard as I can to look at his face and not lower.  "Fuck you, but you're
right you fag.  I mean, that's kind of gay though isn't it? Two guys in one
room.  Maybe we should like get under the covers or use pillows so we don't
see each other's junk?" I keep rambling, suggesting stupid stuff; I'm too
nervous to just whip out my penis.  "Besides, it's not there'd be much for
me to see even if I looked over at you." I smirk, still enjoying ragging on
Henry for being younger and, obviously, smaller.


HENRY:


I feel like this is going to be one of those nights that you always
remember. Maybe not one that you tell anyone about, but one that lingers
and stays with you. They always seem to happen when you least expect
them. Here I am, staying in some fleabag motel for a hockey road game and
harder than I've been in ages. Throw in the captain of the team as my first
time roommate and we have all the makings for an awkward situation. He's
horny, I'm horny, and eventually, something will have to give.    I've
reached the point where I'm  considering just taking out my cock and
jerking off in front of Jake. That's how horny I am. If you would have
asked me if I ever would have even considered doing this, I would call you
crazy. Never say never though, as my aching hard-on and heavy, cum filled
balls are willing to get off anyway they can. Think it's safe to say that
Jake knows I'm holding a huge piece of meat under my boxer briefs. As odd
as it sounds, I feel sexy. Yeah, there's another stud in the room but I
feel really sexy. Wait, did I just call him a stud?    Guess I wouldn't
minding seeing him work his tool in action. Both of us double teaming Dani
or Sara, taking turns or each of us working one hole while the other does
another. Maybe even giving each other a high five during it. Ha, that would
be awesome. Jake seems like the kind of guy who would be into such a scene
based on our previous conversations. Maybe when we get back to school, we
can make that happen.    Before that though, still need to deal with
tonight. I'm trying to keep my eyes off Jake but it's hard. He started
rubbing his thighs and it's sexy, damn sexy. They look so hard, almost as
hard as my tool, and wouldn't mind touching them for myself. That sounds so
gay but I don't feel gay. I'm just curious. He asked me about the size of
the dildo that Dani was using in the photo he showed me. "Looks about
average, I'd guess." Is he asking me if I have experience with dildos and
dick sizes? Honestly not sure. "I mean, it's not as big as I am but haven't
seen anything that big anyway, so who knows." I feel myself wanting to jerk
my meat after saying that. Wanting to do it more than before which is
saying something.    Part of me would like both of us to take out our meat
and put them side by side, comparing the differences. While Jake looks to
be packing some good wood, I know he would be surprised with the size of my
fireman's head. Maybe I need to take a walk and get out of here. This is
starting to border into entering a new world. Think I'm most worried that
he's willing to enter it with me.    "You walked in on Max jerking off? You
must have scared the shit out of him." Guess I'm not surprised that Max
never brought this up to me. "I've caught him in the act as well. Once I
got a clear view of his tool and it looked so small. Almost felt bad for
the guy." I run my hands along my abs again not even aware that I'm doing
it. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone how you like walking in on guys." I
grin back, feeling like I gave it back to him after his previous little man
comment.    I take a moment to adjust my boner and stand it straight up
under my boxer briefs. The tip is almost visible at the top of the waist
band. No reason is trying to hide it any longer. We are both aware of the
score and don't see the point in trying to kid myself. Jake is looking at
my face and I get the feeling he's doing his best not to look down. "Well,
there's nothing little about Henry but he certainly does need to escape,
one way or the other." I run a finger along the base of my bulge almost
like second nature. Looking into Jake's eyes, I feel like it's a standoff,
who will blink first?    I wonder if he's nervous or just trying to play
cool. "Nothing to see even if you looked over, you said?" At this point, I
pull down my boxer briefs and let out my 8 inch, thick tool. This is either
the stupidest thing I've ever done or the funniest. Tell you this though,
even with another guy here, it feels amazing to have my cock finally
out. "Oh, I'm no fag, I just have a big dick."   


JAKE:

This night is starting to piss me off.  Not because I'm having a bad time;
just because I'm getting impatient.  I mean, come on, I'm a boy and I'm
horny and I haven't jerked it in a few days, this is just unbearable.  I
hope it doesn't get weird.  Henry seems pretty chill though; and It's not
like this is a totally unprecedented situation; I've been in rooms naked
with guys before--Spencer, cough cough.  Yeah but Spencer and I never
jerked it at the same time, at least he had the decency to go into the
bathroom and take care of himself.  I have a feeling Henry and I are going
to be more open than that.

Whatever Jake, it's just your penis, stop worrying so much, if it comes to
it, just whip it out and start jerking, you know Henry will do the
same.  No, I can't do that, I just don't have the balls.  I wish I did
though.  It's already like 11, and even though the game starts creeping
into my mind, I can't get the thought of jerking myself off out of my
mind.  Oh well, I've thought about worse things.

Is Henry thinking about the same thing?  He has smooth looking hands, just
like mine.  Stop looking over there Jake, he's going to think you're a
fruit.  At least he's right, trading off on the girls would be insane.  We
could even do them at the same time. I'd take Sara and bend her tight ass
over on the bed and start pounding her and Henry could line Dani up right
next to me, that would be so hot.  I'd be spanking Sara's cute butt and
maybe even take a second off to give Henry a hi-five.  No way he'd ever be
into something like that though, oh well.

My thighs are so smooth right now, kind of like my cock, at least I
presume--I haven't really touched it on the account of another guy being
here.  Man these pictures of Dani definitely aren't helping get my
horniness under control.  "Dude text Sara and ask her to send you pics like
these.  And yeah, I guess it's average sized, but whatever, I'm sure it's
many, many times your size Henry." I smirk over at him, trying to put him
in his place.  Who knows though, I don't know anything about dick sizes,
for all I know that could be a big dildo.  I wonder if Henry's package is
shaped like it, or if his is straighter or smoother or has a differently
shaped head.  Chill out Jake.

At this point I'm really just curious to see who's bigger.  My guess is
that Henry is around, um, 6 inches or so, although pretty thick.  I could
be wrong--It's not like I have anything to go on here.  Why do I care so
much about seeing how big he is?  

"Yeah it was weird dude, he was naked and hard and everything, it was hard
not to take a look.  I know what you mean though, when did you see his
tool?" I ask, innocently, as though I'm not completely fascinated and
curious.  He should answer me truthfully and in detail; after all I told
him about walking in on Max, and I didn't tell anyone else about
that.  "Fuck you man, you probably peeve on the kids in your grade in the
locker room." I smirk, just giving him some shit back for the sake of it. 

I still don't get why he's standing up.  I can't do this.  What if he whips
it out, what do I do? Do I look? I can't look, that's fucking gay.  Don't
look down Jake.  Okay he's about to say something, look away.  I begin to
shift my eyes away as Henry starts speaking.  "Yeah, yeah, little Jake
probably should breathe fresh air soon too."  

Now what? Is he about to pull it out?  "Nothing at all." Instinctively I
start to glance over and as soon as I see the outline of something hard
protruding from Henry's crotch I avert my eyes. "DUDE!" I say, cracking up,
"put that thing away!" I keep laughing as I toss a pillow in the general
direction of Henry's bed, my eyes still facing the bathroom wall so I don't
see him.  "Is it cool to look over now?" I didn't get to see his penis
although I could tell it was hard.  So wait, what the hell does this mean?
Is he okay with just, jerking? I can't do that.  And what if he's bigger
than me.  No way, but that would be so embaressing.  Without looking over I
ask, very matter-of-factly, "so, be honest with me dude, how big is yours?"
I can barely smile to myself as I speak.