The following week was one of those Saturdays when I should have been doing homework but instead found myself in bed, in my underwear, and taking turns with my different social media apps on my phone. I was doing nothing productive. I felt great.
My roommate was gone for the weekend, a trip home to do laundry and visit with his family. I had none of those urges. I knew how to use the washer and dryer in the basement of the dorms and hated the idea of explaining myself, where I’m going, what I’m doing, etc. to my parents.
By three o’clock my stomach started to growl with hunger and I started to feel the need to get food. There weren’t many options for the weekends on campus and I hated the idea of leaving for something. I checked my wallet and found ten dollars cash. Enough for one or two meals depending on where I ate. I sighed at my prospects and was about to get out of bed and start doing something when I got a phone call from Brad. He was still after me to join the frat even though I kept refusing. But maybe, just maybe he’d have some motivation and need to get some food. I answered it on the second ring.
“Hey,” I said. I was trying to be cool.
“Where you at?”
I looked around my dorm room suspiciously.
“What do you mean?”
“Are you still in the dorms or did you go home for the weekend like everyone else?”
“No, I’m in my dorm room. My roommate went home for the weekend though. I’ve just been laying in bed doing nothing all day. Actually, I’m kind of hungry.”
“Text me your room number and I’ll stop by and then we can go get something to eat,” he replied, “see you in a bit.”
He ended the call and I texted him my room number before I tossed my phone away to the bed. I looked around at the state of my room, clothes everywhere and I was still in my underwear. I jumped to my feet, pulled on sweat pants and an old t-shirt that didn’t smell too bad, then began to clean up. Some of the clothes were Kevin’s so I just shoved them under his bed, mine I stuck in a hamper. I picked up any trash and stuck it in a bag that I dropped outside my door in the hallway to carry down later. It was easy work and I was finished with five minutes to spare. I was back on my phone watching a Halloween video about gay, slutty costumes when he knocked at my door. I knew it was him because it made me jump at the sound of it, plus who else could it be. I jumped to my feet, turned the handle, and opened the door to find him there in a tank top and basketball shorts.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hey,” he replied as he stepped into my room.
I could smell his sweat as he passed by, his biceps gleamed in the light. I gulped and felt my dick stir at the presence of him. He looked around my room, nodded as if he appreciated that I had cleaned up, and looked to my roommate’s side as if studying a foreign creature, looking for some detail that could prove or disprove something.
“Nice room,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said with a bit of a nervous laugh. Just his presence was making me anxious and his exposed skin, his sweat. It was the first time we were together since the party at the frat where we sixty-nined.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I didn’t have anything to do and I was hoping you might be the same.”
“Yeah, uh take a seat,” I said.
He moved to my desk chair, dropped his gym bag on the floor, and sat. He spread his knees and turned to me as I moved to my bed. He stretched a little and winced. I gave him an enquiring look.
“I over did it,” he said. “I’ve been hitting the gym extra hard and I played a couple of pick up games of basketball today.”
Was this it? Was he hinting at some kind of hook-up? I had an erection at just the sight of him and thinking about engaging in some kind of sexual activity I bit my lip. He scratched at himself and I could make out the bulge in his shorts. He must be thinking the same thing but then I had this thought that if we did something, if we mutually used each other for some quick action that would be it. It would be over, he’d probably leave and then what would happen?
“I can give you a massage.” The words leaked out my throat before I really thought about it. And I regretted saying them.
“Yeah?”
I had to fight my own sense of what I was doing and my stomach pain from hunger gave me a thought for a diversion.
“But I haven’t eaten anything all day. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah, I’m starving,” he replied. “What do you want?”
“Well, there’s not many options on campus,” I said.
“I could drive,” he said.
And just like that it shifted. We were on a new mission for food. I slipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed my wallet and keys and he got to his feet.
“Are you going out like that?”
“We’ll go through the drive thru,” I replied.
I opened the door to my room, then stepped out into the hallway feeling like I was pulling him along. He followed. Down the empty hallway to the elevator, down to the first floor, I kept looking at him and he kept looking at me. Out of the elevator he took the lead as we walked to the student parking lot that was mostly empty. He walked to one of the few cars, a Dodge Talon, and unlocked it. I got into the passenger side and he got into the driver’s seat. He asked me where I wanted to go and I told him I really wanted burgers and fries but otherwise we fell into a kind of silence and just listened to the music playing from his speakers.
He had a deliberate kind of driving style, fast and attentive. I sat back in the passenger seat and just went with it. I barely noticed we had gotten to the drive thru until the person asked for our order. We ordered nearly the same thing and I pulled my money from my wallet but he told me to just hold onto it and that he would pay. I put my wallet away and watched him pay with a card at one window then collect the food at the next. I thought for a moment we’d pull over to eat as he started to pull fries from the bag but we didn’t. He kept driving.
The next stop was the liquor store where he ran inside while leaving the car running so I started to eat my own fries. But I couldn’t help but think of him in his basketball outfit, the way the material clung to his ass and I started to get another erection. He came back out with a bag that he put behind my seat then we were off again. He drove us back to campus at top speed. I kept thinking about how I felt lucky he didn’t get a speeding ticket. We collected our food and he grabbed the bottle from the backseat, then headed back to my dorm room.
Right after I closed the door he pulled a bottle of whiskey from the bag and opened it. He poured some into my cup and some into his own. He asked about where to sit and I motioned to the bed so we sat across from each other on my bed cover, thankfully I had made my bed. And we started to talk. Just small talk at first but he told me about coming out in the frat and I told him about coming out in high school. And then he mentioned his first encounter with a man so I told him about mine, then it kind of became a competition for hook up stories and missed opportunities. We laughed at ourselves and we laughed at each other as we ate.
By the time we finished our food our cups were low and the liquor was starting to relax us so when he poured another shot into each cup I simply picked up mine and toasted to him. He downed his in one go so I did the same. It felt like we had bonded, like that room, us, that moment, was special. We didn’t care about what was outside. We only wanted to entertain each other. And he cleared his throat, thus clearing the air, before speaking.
“What about that massage?”
“Okay,” I replied.
We cleared the bed, put everything in the trash by my desk, and looked to each other. “I guess I should strip down,” he said before pulling his jersey off. He did that two handed at the hem thing, pulled it off easily but it was like a magic trick, a revelation. I saw his hip bones, flat, muscled stomach, his belly button, his pectoral muscles, his nipples, his clavicle, and then it was off and he tossed it on my desk chair. He dropped his shorts to reveal he was wearing an old school jock strap with a thick waist band at the top, white, with those straps. He saw my face and giggled before turning to show his butt and that the straps were between his cheeks like a thong. I slapped at his butt playfully and he looked over his shoulder to me.
“What?” he asked.
“That’s not how most people wear it,” I said.
“Well, it’s kind of my little secret when I’m out there playing,” he said.
He leaned down and got back onto my bed, spread out face down, stretched until his feet were against the one wall and his hands were easily off the other end, then retracted himself so that his arms were at his sides and he was comfortable. I felt my erection against my underwear, just the sight of him again. And the smell of him. I could smell his sweat.
What had partially been a joke was now a reality and I quickly realized I didn’t have much to massage him with, there was some lotion I kept in the stand by my bed but I started to worry I wouldn’t have enough. We should have stopped at the store, I thought, but then I remembered it, I remembered my lubricant bottle. It was in my little black bag, my little black bag of shame, the one I felt guilty about carrying into other men’s apartments. I retrieved the lotion and put it on the bed between his knees. I looked to him and saw that he was looking away, totally relaxed and waiting. I retrieved the black bag, stepped onto the bed, knelt between his legs. I set the bag behind me just in case he looked back.
I started with the lotion on his shoulders. He laughed a little when the cold goo hit his skin and I took note to warm it up in my hands first. I gripped at his skin, pressed into his flesh with my fingers. I’m not a licensed masseur. Hell I’ve had very little experience, but this wasn’t about therapy. I just wanted to feel him, feel each muscle, and so I did. I worked over his back one dollop of lotion at a time. And he sighed, I could see his shoulders relax and I heard his breathing slow.
No tattoos, no scars, just a few pimples, I moved down his spine and back up, across his back muscles then down almost to his ass. I let my fingers drift a little more with each movement until I was near his arm pits. I moved my fingers down to his lats where he gave out a ticklish squeal. I couldn’t help but smile at what I had found and explored further around his sides and up to his arm pits I heard his feet move against the sheet and looked back to see his toes slowly squeeze and then snap tight when I got to his arm pits. He let out a laugh and turned his head to me.
“Watch where you’re going there I’m very ticklish and we don’t want any accidents,” he said.
“Oh no,” I joked.
“I don’t like to lose control,” he said.
“Really?”
“Not like that, it’s humiliating. The last time I pissed myself I was eight and couldn’t get into the bathroom because my sisters were in there. My father whooped my butt and told me to use a tree next time.”
I paused for a moment at the confession. There was so much to unpack from what he said but I knew it wasn’t the time so I shook it off and went back to work. Slowly, very slowly down his body. I slid my hand over his butt and he started to look back to me so I went to his thighs where I dug in with my thumbs and started to use real pressure. I figured his thick, muscled thighs could take it. He relaxed again and I knew I was on the right track.
Further down his legs, slowly and methodically I worked the tension from each muscle, all of the way to his ankles. His ankles barely got a coating of oil but the heels of his feet that’s where I applied the pressure and slowly across the arch to the balls of his feet. For a moment he grunted in pleasure before I hit the wrong spot and he began to squirm and giggle again.
“What’d I say about that,” he said.
“Do you have to pee?” I asked.
“No, I mean yeah, but I’ve got a hard on so not right away, let’s finish this.”
“Well, I’ve just about done everything back here so roll over,” I said.
“I’ve got an erection,” he said.
“I’ve seen it before. I’ve even sucked it.”
“No, I just want to stay like this,” he said, “do my back again.”
I worked my way up his thighs and I realized he was slowly, deliberately humping the bed in small motions probably hoping I wouldn’t notice. I slapped his butt playfully and told him to hold still. He laughed it off. I massaged his thighs some more until I got to the straps of his jock.
“Maybe we should take this off,” I said.
He lifted up and let me strip it off, but he held himself up there and I could see his asshole, his balls, and his hard dick hanging down at an angle so I did something he didn’t expect, I pulled his dick and balls between his thighs as he went back down to his belly. I had a new toy to play with but I also had run out of lotion some time ago so I got the bottle of lubricant and started with his balls. I got them slick with the oil and worked them until they were tight.
His hard dick was pronounced, leaking a little so I ran my finger down the shaft to the bit of foreskin. I played with the foreskin a little, felt around the head and pinched it with my slick fingers. He groaned and moaned with each touch. I moved up his taint, massaged it, slowly closer to his asshole and he lifted his head in surprise.
“I’m not into that,” he said. “I don’t get fucked.”
“It doesn’t make you any less of a man,” I offered, “just relax and enjoy it.”
“Just don’t tell anyone,” he said.
“This is just between the two of us,” I replied.
And I made sure my fingers were well lubricated before I got to his asshole. I passed over it the first time, focused on the muscles around it first until I felt him relax, then I slowly worked one finger into him as I gripped his dick with my whole hand. He raised up a little then lowered himself so I kept at it. I continued to stroke his dick slowly as I poured more lubricant onto his hole. I worked one finger deep until I felt his prostate and I tickled it a little. He shrieked and squirmed at the sensation but he told me to keep doing it, one knee up slightly I nudged him to him back down on the bed. I pressed a second finger into him and he took it.
Two fingers of my left hand deep inside his hole I lazily played with his dick and balls, once along the shaft, grip at each nut, once along the shaft, grip at each nut, all the time my fingers inside of him. He started to hump the bed and I spanked him playfully and told him to let me do it. I wanted the control. I wanted to be the one who put him over the edge but I felt him start to buck, his hips followed the motion of my fingers as if he wanted to preserve the feeling of having them inside. He wanted them. He wanted me.
“I want to fuck you,” I said.
“Fuck me,” he replied.
I stripped off my clothes, tossed them on the floor. I paused for just a moment to put on a condom and get my hard on slick before I pulled him onto his knees and I stuck my dick between his cheeks.
“Please, fuck me, I need it,” he said.
Here he was a jock boy who didn’t want to be penetrated begging for my dick, on all fours on my bed in my dorm room. I slid into him, tight and warm. I could feel his heartbeat. I grabbed his dick with my lubricated hand and I felt his hole tighten as I let his dick penetrate my fist. He moaned and grunted, louder and louder. I started to pound at his ass and he was throwing it back at me. It didn’t take long. I felt his hard dick spasm as he held his breath during his climax, a hot red rocket that covered my sheets in ejaculate, a spray of lust. And I worked myself inside him, grabbed at him, and a few moments later my own blinding orgasm.
I fell against him and he fell to the bed. I reached down to the condom and held it as I pulled my dick out of him. I rolled onto my side. He rolled into me. I threw the condom to the floor and he laughed a little as I felt his cheeks against my dick again. He pulled my arms around his side, my hands up to his nipples that I twisted a little.
“Next time I do the front half,” I said.
“Definitely,” he replied.
And we fell asleep there cuddled together for a few hours. He woke up before me and got out of bed, used the bathroom and I did the same, but as I was walking back out he was getting dressed.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Chill, don’t worry, it was fun, a lot of fun, but I’m not used to actually sleeping with someone so I’m going back to my room, but I’ll call you in the morning and we should go out for breakfast. Here I’m leaving you something.”
He held up his jockstrap and tossed it to me like I had done to him before with my briefs. Is that where we were at? I caught them and held them up to my nose and sniffed at them. He laughed a little at the sight of it and I blushed.
“And next time we’re going to invest in some more oils,” he said.
“And lube,” I replied.
He shook his head and got to his feet, fully dressed he moved to me as I stood there naked. He put one hand on my hip, closed the distance between us, and kissed me briefly on the lips before slapping my ass playfully and pulling away. He walked out from my room as I began to twirl the jock by one strap from my finger.
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