First Year in the Dorm

Part II. Feel free to go back and read the start of our adventure.

I didn't see Eric the next day, but we were able to make plans for the night after. And we spent it pretty much the same - drinking cheap beer, talking about which girls would be our next conquests, watching porn, and ultimately jerking off together. It was a replay of our first encounter - side by side on the couch in Eric's single dorm (about which I remained jealous). I came first again, and Eric once again followed quickly by aiming his throbbing cock at my chest and spilling his seed all over me. We laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

After a couple nights of mid-term cramming and a social event with the student paper, we reconvened for a repeat. And repeat we did. Beer, check. Porn, check. Hard cocks in hand, check. The big difference for our third go-round was that Eric won the race. He coaxed a big load of cum onto his chest, and at the sight of it I bucked my hips up and aimed for dead center between his nipples. I still don't know if I grunted audibly, but I tightened my grip on my cock and blew several long ropes of cum onto his chest. The second and third hit Eric on the chin, clinging to the thin facial hair that made up his goatee. I felt another spark when my balls touched the skin of his chest, panting as I watched my cum drip off his chin and down to the pool of our combined loads.

Eric broke the spell with a hearty laugh.

"Good shooting, Anthro Guy", he said as he grabbed a dirty t-shirt from the floor and wiped the cum off his chin and chest. He smiled broadly and said, "You know the rule for jackoff buddies is if cum on your buddy's face, you owe them a big favor."

"Jackoff buddies?", I said laughing. "As if that's a thing."

"Of course it's a thing, man", Eric said, laughing again. (Yes dear readers, it is indeed a thing.) "I guess we will see what favor you owe me."

I laughed again as I pulled my pants up, and tucked my cock away. I was a little surprised that it was not getting soft. "Okay, tough guy", I said as I drained the last of my beer. "I guess we will see! Anyway, i gotta run. Another midterm at 8AM."

Eric exaggerated his shock and said, "What kind of demon schedules an exam at 8AM? Don't they know we have active social lives at this august institution?"

"It's on Dostoyevsky", I said and shrugged.

Eric laughed again, "That will come in handy in the real world!"

I shrugged again. "I need an easy A."

"So you picked...Dostoyevsky? Are you hearing yourself?"

I laughed in spite of myself and turned to leave. "Get some sleep, buddy."

"You mean jackoff buddy!", he chuckled.

I opened the door and walked back down the hall toward my room. How could he be so uninhibited, I wondered. So care-free? I was having fun because I needed the relief that an 18 year old needs, but I couldn't help feeling embarrassed and ashamed at what we were doing afterwards.

I swiped my card and went in. Tommy wasnt there - he must have some hot date or something. I grabbed a bottle of water and climbed into bed, absently scrolling through alerts on my phone.

A while later the card swipe on my door beeped, and the door opened. Tommy stumbled in and almost fell on to his bed. "Fuck", he said, dropping is ID and phone as he caught himself.

I sat up in bed. "You okay, man?"

Tommy stared blankly for a second and then seemed to realize I was there. "Oh, hey dude. Yeah, I'm not gonna lie - I'm a little fucked up." He laughed as he unsteadily reached down to get his phone and ID. "We had a team building event tonight. Apparently team building here means jaeger shots and a half keg." He laughed and gave a thumbs up, "And I approve."

"Sounds great", I said with barely feined enthusiasm.

"I guess you had to be there. I'll bring you next time!" Tommy seemed delighted at thus idea. He took a deep breath and stood up. "I gotta take a shower and get some sleep."

With that proclamation be clumsily pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it on the pile of dirty clothes next to his bed. I watched silently. I had seen Tommy undress before but I never really saw him. Now I did. I watched his every move. His chest was hairless, and he was built in a way neither Eric nor I were. His pecs rippled as he moved. His abdomen was a row of muscles. He pulled his sweatpants down and kicked them on to the pile. He stood unsteadily in just boxer/briefs and socks. The bulge in his underwear was pronounced. He stepped on the toe of one sock and kicked it off, followed by the other.

I think I stopped breathing. I was watching him. Frozen. The only motion my cock growing in my shorts. Why was I getting hard watching my roommate strip for a shower? Could I possibly be gay? There's no way. All I wanted more than anything in the world was to see the girl on the 4th floor naked. Flora. What a pretty name. And what a pretty face, And body. My mind snapped back to attention as Tommy pulled his underwear down and threw them on the pile. His cock hung there in the dim light of the room. He wasn't hard, but his soft cock looked almost as big as mine when it was hard. Jesus. I stared at his chest, his abs, his cock, the tiny patch of trimmed hair above and his balls hanging below. He turned to grab his towel on the hook next to his bed and couldnt help but stare at his ass. It was round in a way that guys' asses often were not. That's what it was. He was curvy. He looked like a Greek sculpture. Or at least a model. My cock was fully hard as he stumbled into the bathroom and I heard him get in the shower. I didnt waste any time pulling my shorts down and starting to pump my cock. I was already leaking when I reached down with my other hand to play with my balls. At first I pictured Flora, trying to imagine what her tits would look like but soon my mind was picturing Tommy's cock growing harder. I pictured Tommy standing above my bed, pumping his giant cock in his hand. I pictured Tommy panting and moaning and arching his back and watching his cock turn red and shoot cum on my chin and my chest.

"Fuck", I gasped as cum exploded out of my cock. My stomach was slick with the mess. I breathed heavily as my cock softened in my hand and my heart slowed down. What the fuck was I doing? Why was I fantasizing about my roommate, who was very clearly straight? And wasn't I straight too? What the fuck was I doing?

I wiped up the cum with some tissues and pulled my shorts back up, settling back into bed with the covers up to my neck. It wasnt long before the combination of beer and two blown loads let me drift off to sleep.

*****

The next morning I went about my day. I aced my Dostoevsky exam, thank you very much. I grabbed lunch at the main dining hall with some friends and spent the afternoon at the student newspaper offices working on some formatting for the website. I was bored. I kept thinking about Flora's tits. And Eric's cock. And Tommy's cock. Jesus was I ever horny.

I finished up the project and headed back to the dorm. I stopped at the fast food joint on the main drag through campus and picked up a couple burgers and fries. I took the bag from the cashier and went up to the 5th floor of my dorm. I turned right out of the elevator and knocked on Eric's door. He cracked it and peeked out.

"Hey Anthro Guy", he said with a smile as he saw me.

I held up the bag of burgers. He opened the door wider and swept his hand back. "I believe 'twas Cicero who said a friend bearing burgers is a friend indeed."

I chuckled and went in past him, putting the bag on the small table in his room. We each reached in and grabbed some food. We devoured our burger and fries in near silence.

Eric wiped his mouth and said, "This calls for beer." He reached into his trusty cooler and pulled out two bottles of beer. We clinked bottles and downed them in two gulps. Eric burped and then erupted with laughter. I couldn't help but laugh too as Eric handed me another beer.

Four beers later, we had discussed Dostoyevsky's childhood, Flora's tits, a

bio major Eric wanted to fuck, and Tommy's team building party.

Eric picked up his laptop and tapped a few keys, saying, "Speaking of team work..."

The TV sprung to life and started showing a new porn video. This was was MMF like we often watched, but it was a compilation. A compilation of cum shots to be precise. And these guys were cumming everywhere. On the chicks. On each other's cocks. On each other's faces. I was instantly hard.

Within ten minutes our cocks were out and in our hands.

"So", Eric said. He was breathing heavy as he stroked his cock.

I just looked over at him, my own hand pumping at his rhythm.

"I think i am going to call in my favor", he said, his hand slowing.

"And? The suspense is killing me." I laughed at my joke and looked back over at him.

He looked me in the eye and took his hand off his cock. It stood there proudly, throbbing and twitching. I waited, my own hand sliding to a stop.

"Jerk my cock for me", he said. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes sparkled.

I stared silently, before finally saying, "I dont know man." I held up my hand to emphasize the no.

Eric smiled then. "Dude, c'mon. It's not gay. It's the same as jerking off."

I sputtered a sound. Was it a word? I don't know. It may been a primal grunt. I was saying no, but my cock felt like it was going to explode.

Eric took my hand, which was hovering in front of me. He stared directly in my eyes and smiled as he guided my hand to his cock. He nodded to me. I will never forgot that. He nodded. And I felt my brain turn off. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and started to pump it. I pumped his cock slowly, building up speed. I rubbed the spot just under the head that I liked to touch on myself, and Eric leaned back and let out a big sigh. His hand reached over and took hold of my cock. Soon our bodies leaned together, each enthusiastically jerking each other off.

It felt so damned good. His hand on my cock. My hand on his. Our bodies pressed together. We stared at each other, breathing heavy. Time stood still. One second, we stared in each other's eyes. The next, Eric's face was in front of mine. He brushed my lips with his, ultimately pressing his mouth against mine, I was dumbstruck. Or I thought I was until he pushed his tongue into mouth. That unlocked...something. I was overcome with lust. I took his tongue and started to suck on as I felt the ride boiling inside me. I grunted into his mouth as I started to cum. He pumped his hand faster and I shot a massive load on both of our stomachs. He didn't stop jerking me until I had dribbled out the last of my cum. I clenched my hand tighter as I felt Eric tense. He too began spurting cum all over us. We sat there. Entangled. Panting. Cum dripping down our torsos.

I peeled myself away from Eric and stood up. Cum was dripping down my chest and stomach. I used Eric's dirty shirt to wipe up.

Eric lay back on the couch, making no effort to clean up the cum on his body or cover his cock back up.

"Sorry if that got weird at the end. I really just got into it", he said.

I nodded as I pulled my clothes on. "I have to run."

I stepped over to the door and walked outside. The door clicked behind me. I started to walk back to my room.

Why did we kiss?, I was thinking. Because it was the hottest thing I have ever done, I told myself.

I was confused and embarrassed as I got back to my door. Another kid from two doors down, Jackson was his name, walked by and nodded at me as I held out my card to swipe into my room. I wondered if he could tell what I had done. If he could smell the cum on me. If he could tell I had kissed another guy and given him a handjob. Holy crap I had given a handjob.

I went into my room - my brain reeling. I dropped on the bed and put a pillow over my head. What was I doing? I kissed a guy. I gave a handjob. I am fantasizing about my roommate. Where was this coming from? And why is my dick constantly hard?

I got up and decided to go for a walk. I needed some fresh, fall air. I walked around the quad, down the main drag, around the sports fields, past the row of frat houses with their music thumping inside. I walked and thought about Flora and Eric and Tommy. I thought of them naked. And intertwined. I pictured them in one of Eric's videos.

I decided that I would clear things up with Eric tomorrow. We just got carried away. We're 18. We have a lot of pent up excitement, right? And I decided to talk to Flora. I was never going to see her naked if I didn't actually speak to her. And Tommy? I was going to leave that one alone.

I walked back toward the dorm, the cool air chilling the sweat on my forehead. I walked with a renewed purpose. More confident. I knew what I thought I wanted. I knew what I was doing. I thought.

To be continued.