Date: Tue, 19 Oct 2010 00:18:44 -0400
From: auniquetechnology@gmail.com
Subject: A Unique Technology - Chapter 1 - The Beginning

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view in your area, please don't read it. None of these characters are real,
although physical attributes may have been based off of people I know.
Names are not real, personalities, and events (as will become obvious in
later chapters) are not real. Any questions, comments or concerns can be
directed to my email address -- auniquetechnology@gmail.com

I wrote this story because it has long been a fantasy of mine. It's a way
for me to blow off some steam. I am not a professional writer, but do want
to improve my work. All comments are welcome!


A Unique Technology

Chapter 1 -- The Beginning

	Max stood nervously in the hall as his new Resident Assistant
fiddle with the lock on his new dorm room. The RA had made a feeble attempt
at small talk, but Jared's mind had been wandering, and had started to do
so pretty much since the time his mom had kissed him on the forehead, and
climbed back into the families SUV. She and his father had driven off, with
barely a wave from the window, leaving him on the sidewalk in front of a
massive dorm complex.

	The RA, who had introduced himself only as B.J., finally managed to
jiggle the lock free.  He turned to Jared, and smiled.

	"Sometimes you've got to work it a little bit."

	Max nodded, "Right".

	"Well," BJ started as he entered the small, two bedroom dorm, "here
it is. You got here first, so you get to pick which bunk you want."

	"Yeah, they both look so great." Max replied, with more than a hint
of sarcasm. BJ seemed to not notice.

	"Your roommate's name is", he trailed off as he searched his
clipboard, he nodded when he found the name he was looking for, "Yep, his
name is Cory. He should be here today, but you never know." With that, BJ
smiled, and stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind him.
	Max looked around the room. Two loft beds stood opposite each other
in a narrow rectangular room. A shabby desk sat in the space beneath each
bed, and a chair was tucked neatly next to it. He happily noted the
electrical sockets and Ethernet port conveniently built into the desk top.
	Max dropped his large suitcase, and slumped into the chair on the
right. He stared absentmindedly at the large bag. It depressed him a little
bit to think that his whole life fit into that relatively small bag.
      Max had been a rather average high school student. He was smaller
than his classmates.  He was still 17 after all. That didn't bother him too
much though. His birthday was only a couple weeks out now. He was 5'8, and
thin. He had not an ounce of fat on him, regardless of how much he ate. He
had a flat chest and stomach of pale smooth skin. He had tried to work out,
doing countless sit-ups, and crunches, but much to his chagrin, his abs had
only become sore, rather than bulking up. It was the same story for the
rest of his body. No matter how many times he lifted weights, he couldn't
develop his arms beyond their boyish build. Eventually, as teenagers are
apt to do when something isn't giving instant results, he stopped working
out. He was, however, cute. He had short, blonde hair, bright blue eyes,
and a smile that melted even the staunchest of Aunt's and Grandmas. He had
fine blond eyebrows, and just the beginning of facial hair. As a matter of
fact, all of his body hair was similar. He had leg hair, and it could be
seen up close, and felt, but was difficult to see. He had a fine layer of
blonde down on his arms as well. Of all his physical features, this was the
only one that really bothered him. It wasn't so much that he was more or
less hairless, it was that his physique hadn't change in the 4 years he had
spent in high school.
      Sitting in his first college dorm room, he remembered the first time
he had noticed the fine hairs growing in the space above his penis. He was
ecstatic. He had been a freshman in high school for a few weeks, and had
been stealing glances at the other boys in gym. Most of them already had
think bushes of hair growing above their swinging peckers. Some even had it
growing on their balls. Max had often grown an instant erection in the
showers or locker room and much of his time became dedicated to trying to
hide them. He, on the other hand, had only just begun to grow the fine
hairs. They had, of course, grown in over time, and eventually he had a
respectable patch of pubic hair. However, it hadn't changed in the 4 years
since, and his cruel classmates had noticed. Here he was, at 17, with a
body of a 14 year old. He wasn't even worried about his size. At 14 he had
felt about average, and he had grown in the years since, but he simply
wished he could get that "man's body" that his peers seemed to have.
      As a result of this, or at least he liked to blame his physical
appearance, Maxwas an outwardly timid boy. He never seemed to make friends,
and he had only had one girlfriend in his life. Even that was the sort that
every 6th grade boy has, where the extent of the relationship is writing
silly notes to each other in class, and sitting with one another in the
lunch room. He longed to be dominant, intimidating, and respected. He
wished that he was suave, and witty. He idolized the James Bond types that
he saw on TV that could have any girl they wanted. He had taken constant
ridicule from the other boys in his high school, over his body, his lack of
girlfriends, and even his lack of friends in general. He hoped that going
to college in a different state, well away from all of those same people
that he could turn his life around, but the self deprecating part of him
doubted that.
      He pushed that from his mind and came back to the present. He pulled
his laptop and its charge from his backpack and placed it on the desk. He
started booting it up. While it whirred and hummed on his desk, he set
about getting more comfortable. He pulled basketball shorts and a t-shirt
from his bag. He stood in front of the floor to ceiling mirror that acted
as the door to his modest closet. He pulled his polo shirt over his head,
and paused, taking in the sight of his pale, smooth body. He ran his hand
along his stomach, and up to his small, pink nipples. He gave them a quick
pinch before folding his polo and putting it in his closet. He undid the
snap on his jeans and let them slide down his thin legs. As he stepped out
of them, he looked at the reflection of his boxers in the mirror. His soft
pecker wasn't much visible in its dormant state. He gave a small hop, and
smiled as his penis bounced freely in his white boxers. He gave it a brief
squeeze, and relished in the feeling as it slowly began to fill with
blood. He slid his hands under the waist band of his underwear and squeezed
his small butt cheeks. He teased his tight hole with the tip of his middle
finger. He loved the chance at a long, drawn out session. He quickly slid
his slender finger in, up to his second knuckle, and relished in the mix of
pain and pleasure. He cock was now plump, and it pressed lightly against
his boxers, half erect. With a well practiced move that every teenage boy
knows, he slid his underwear to his ankles and stepped out of them. He
stood completely naked in front of the mirror now. His penis sat lazily on
top of his smooth. It was modestly erect now, no more than 3 or 4
inches. The foreskin (his parents had thankfully left him intact) only just
beginning to pull back, revealing a smooth pink tip. He would have
preferred to stay like this, lie on his bed and tease the young, hot sperm
from his balls, but with the risk of his new roommate arriving at any time,
he pulled the basketball shorts over his butt and the t-shirt over his
head.
      He sat down at his desk again and started the internet on his
laptop. His penis had softened a bit, and his attention was momentarily
drawn away from his boyish pleasure, and to the internet. He looked around
the room, and decided that it needed a few things to really make it his. He
didn't have much money, but he had worked over the summer, and his parents
had matched his savings. He wanted to spend some of that on a TV, and maybe
a sound system to go along with it. He pulled up craigslist.com, and
navigated to the part of the page listing the various things for sale
around his town. He frequented this particular website, but usually for an
entirely different reason. He loved to peruse the Male 4 Male ads, and the
Casual Encounter ads.  He loved to read the ads, and stare at the pictures,
fantasizing what it would be like to answer some. He never had of course,
but he always thought about it. He was curious to see what the ads would be
like in a college town, so he opened both of those links in two new tabs,
before clicking on the Electronics section.
      He looked through the ads, but his mind never strayed far from the
"m4m" tab that taunted him. He was determined to find a TV however, so he
continued on. Most were old, broken, or too expensive. He had clicked on a
few, but none of them fit the bill. He was about to give up when finally
one caught his eye. It was titled "A Unique Technology -- 32 in, flat
screen TV". He clicked on it, thinking that the price would be way more
than he could afford. He skimmed the description and noted that it was High
Definition. "So good, you'll actually be in the movie!" the ad
proclaimed. And it was only $200! He typed a quick, polite email to the
seller, and closed the tab. His eyes wandered back to the adult tab.
       He opened them, and scanned the ads. He noticed immediately that the
average age was much younger than the smaller town he came from. A lot of
19, 20, and 21 year olds wanted to meet for a good time it seemed. It
didn't take long before his cock had grown to full mast; a thick, tender
6.5 inches. It pushed against the smooth fabric of his basketball shorts,
and the small amount of pre-cum that had wet his tip, began to drive him
crazy. He quickly typed in the address of his favorite young, gay, porn
website, loaded up one of his favorite videos, and slid down his chair,
settling in for a nice session. On the screen two young boys sat nervously
on a couch next to one another. Max slipped the waist band of his shorts
below his balls and cupped them. The video quickly progressed, and before
long the boys were both naked, stroking each other and fingering each
other's young boy holes.
      	Max slid his hand below his smooth balls, and teased his pucker
once again. With his other hand, he formed a loose grip on his pale shaft
and slowly began to stroke. He slid his finger into his boy hole, and
worked it in as deep as he could. He squirmed with delight. He wiggled his
finger, and began to stroke harder. The pre-cum was really flowing now. It
made the smooth pink tip of his cock glisten. He stopped stroking for a
moment. He lightly touched the tender head, and came away with a droplet of
sweet boy juice on his finger tip. He touched it to his tongue, and enjoyed
the sweet taste. He took his left hand from his ass, and lathered his index
finger in the slippery cum. He then moved that finger back to his young
hole and without hesitation pushed his index and middle finger in as deep
as he could. He winced and smiled at the same time. He loved the pain that
quickly turned to pleasure. Something about the humiliation, and sense of
being dominated turned him on even more. His cock strained with desire. He
longed to feel what it would be like to have a cock replace his
fingers. But even more, he longed to push his own into a tight, young hole.
      The boys on the screen had moved on, and the smaller boy was now
rapidly and aggressively pounding the other boy's ass. Max pumped in rhythm
with the video. He imagined himself in the top boy's place; the tight hole
squeezing his smooth cock. His pre-cum slid between his fingers, and his
slender toes curled with ecstasy.  He pumped faster. The two fingers of his
left hand wiggled in his ass. He closed his eyes. The boy in the video was
moaning as he neared the moment of climax. His bottom grunted with that
mixture of pain and pleasure that Max lusted after. He continued to stroke,
faster and faster. The boy in the video became louder.  He pulled his cock
from the boy just in time to squirt his hot juice on the boys cock and
balls.  Max pumped faster, and opened his eyes to watch the smaller boy
lick the warm boy juice from his lovers cock. This sent him over the
edge. Max squeezed his eyes shut, and felt the familiar pleasure coursing
through his body. He fought the urge as long as he could, and pumped
furiously. He finally gave in; his warm, sticky cum erupted from his pink
cock. Several thick ropes of the white spurted across his black
t-shirt. One landed on his cheek, just below his eye, and began to slide
down. He squirmed, relishing in the feeling of his fingers in tight
rectum. He flicked his tongue out, and tasted the salty sweet mixture that
had slid onto his lip. He pulled his left hand from below his waist band,
and began to rub the tender tip of his cock. His pink shaft began to
deflate, and he sat, slumped in his new chair, enjoying the feeling when a
sound made him freeze.
      The unmistakable sound of keys jingling in a lock floated through the
door. Max jumped to his feet. He could just make out BJ's same, lame
attempt at small talk. He didn't have time to hide, left alone change. He
slammed his laptop shut, hopped around the bunk and pulled his t- shirt
off. He had barely thrown it into the closet when the door swung open.

      "Sometimes you have to jiggle the key a bit to get in, but..." He
trailed off as he saw Max standing not four feet from the door, in front of
the closet. "It does work every time. Hello, Max, long time no see." He
said with a laugh.

      Max could see a boy standing behind BJ, trying to look into the
room. BJ followed Max's gaze, and said, "Oh, right. Max, this is Cory, your
new roomy. Cory, this is Max. Well guys, settle in, you don't have anything
to do tonight except unpack. Tomorrow orientation week starts." Cory
stepped aside as BJ left, and closed the door behind him.

      Max realized he must have made an odd sight. He was shirtless,
flushed with a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, and was breathing a
little bit heavy. Cory eyed him up and down thoughtfully. "Well hey. I'm
Cory" and he offered his hand to Jared.

      Max went to shake it, but noticed a small amount of slippery semen on
the palm, and simply did a sort of salute. He prayed that it looked "cool"
as opposed to suspicious. "I'm Jared.  I took this bunk." He gestured to
the bed and desk behind him.
	Cory nodded, and stepped into the room to investigate his own
bunk. Max took the opportunity to scan himself. His half mast cock was
making a bulge against his basketball shorts, but he didn't think it was
too obvious.  What struck him with horror was the spot of glossy cum that
had soaked through the shorts. He nervously dropped his hands, and searched
for a shirt. He hoped against hope that Cory hadn't noticed. He looked
strange enough, panting, sweaty, and red faced; it wouldn't help to have a
fresh cum stain showing through his shorts. A moment of inspiration
struck. Max quickly grabbed a towel from his suitcase and turned to Cory,
who was now setting up his own laptop, and settling into the chair.

      "I was about to go find the showers." Cory turned to him, and Max
gestured to his naked torso and towel. Cory aimed what had to be an award
winning smile at him.

      "Right. I think they are at the end of the hall on the right. Let me
know how they are. I'm going to check my email, and maybe screw around on
Facebook a bit, but I'll probably take one later."

      "For sure." Max returned the smile, fished his shower sandals and
travel toiletry kit from his bag, and left the room.

      He did find the showers right where Cory had said they were. The
showers were in the back of a bathroom area, with urinals on one side, and
stalls on the other. To the rear of this room, was a shower prep room,
which lead to the showers themselves. There were 12 shower heads lining the
walls, six on each side. They lacked even the most basic of shelter from
each other. Max stood in the small "prep" room, which had a few benches and
towel hooks along the walls. He was both excited, and nervous about the
prospect of having open showers. A part of him loved the idea of being on
display. Of course he would take every opportunity he could to sneak
glances of his fellow dorm mates. But he was also nervous. He remembered
back to his high school days, where the locker room and showers was a
source of constant fear. He dreaded getting an erection in the room while
other boys were around. But for now he could push that fear from his mind
as the shower room was deserted. He hung up his towel, and slid his shorts
down to his ankles. He folded them quickly, and stepped naked into the
large shower room.
      The showers were not the best he had ever used, but the water was
warm, and the pressure was enough to lull him into an absent minded sort of
day dream. He began to think of Cory as the water rushed over him. It had
been a cool day, so Cory was dressed much like Max had been; jeans, and a
t-shirt. What had immediately struck Max was that Cory was a fair bit
taller than him. Cory was probably 5'11, to Max's 5'8. He was also darker
than Max. Cory's skin had what looked like a perpetual light tan. He had
deep brown eyes, and a head of shaggy brown hair. He was very cute as far
as Max could tell. He didn't have even a hint of facial hair, but his arm
hair was healthy. Max thought about running his hands along the taller
boy's arms, and up his back. He fantasized about what the boy looked like
naked. Was the rest of his as tan as his arms and face? He tried to picture
Cory's penis, and thick bush. Did the boy have hairy legs? A part of him
hoped not. Max's cock began to respond, and before long he was sporting a
healthy hard on.  He ran his soapy fingers through his pubic hair, and
lathered his stiff pecker and balls.  He considered masturbating again, and
went so far as to slip a wet finger down the cleft of his tight cheeks, but
a sound from the bathroom stopped him. He turned, and tried to look through
the prep room into the bathroom. He saw a shadow, but couldn't see
anyone. He took a quick glance at his erection, which showed no signs of
deflating, and slammed the water off. He raced to the ante room. He nearly
knocked Cory over as he rushed to get his towel. Their briefest of touches,
with Max completed naked, and Cory very nearly so, sent a jolt of pleasure
through his Max's stiff pecker. Cory grabbed him by the shoulders, and
steadied him. His slight permanent smile could have killed Max.

      "Whoa there man. Be careful, you're liable to fall rushing around
like that... Especially being all wet." With the last sentence, Cory took a
quick glance downward. Max's face burned.  Cory gave him a quick tap on the
shoulder, and turned to hang up his towel. He asked over his shoulder,
"How's the water? Not too cold I'm guessing."

      Max's face burned at an even higher temperature. "It's not too bad."
He replied sheepishly.

      "Awesome", with that, Cory dropped his own shorts and stepped out of
them.

      Max couldn't help but stare at the tanned boy's ass. His legs were
toned, and as nicely tanned as the rest of him. They came together in two
perfect and toned cheeks. He gaze lingered there as Cory bent to retrieve
he shorts. Max's jaw involuntarily dropped a bit. He could only just
glimpse two walnut sized testicles hanging between the toned legs. His eyes
wandered up as Cory stood. His back muscles moved and flexed ever so
slightly as he folded his shorts. Cory appeared, from the rear at least, to
have the body, and well toned physique of a swimmer.  Max finally forced
himself to tear his eyes away, and pulled his shorts over his now half mast
penis. He grabbed his towel, and began to walk towards the door. He
couldn't resist one more look into the shower, and his face turned red once
again as his eyes met Cory's. He stepped into the hall, where he could
finally escape his embarrassment.



-------END of Chapter 1 ------

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