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Best-Friend Fantasy Comes True
- Thread starter sfcfml
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Don't sound so surprised, haha, the other poster's pretty much sum up why I like this story so much. Not only does it have real plot development (rather than jumping from one arbitrary sex scene to the next like many of the other stories), but you do write with a lot of great style and a really engaging voice that makes it hard not to want to keep reading! I mean it's just a testament to your writing ability that even though I know it's so wrong that Stu's hooking up with his best friend's ex-girlfriend right in front of his best friend's dying mother's house, you've developed his character so thoroughly that it makes it easy to ignore the fact that it's an asshat thing to do and just roll with it. Seriously... amazing, haha, keep it up!
pe_gay89
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Great to have you back, man! I missed this story and the last two chapters certainly didn't disappoint. XD
sfcfml
On the Prowl
Part 42
Some of my drive back to school was spent feeling guilty about having received the blowjob of my life in the driveway of my best friend -- my best friend whose mother was dying from cancer.
But most of my drive was spent plotting how I could get another blowjob like THAT!
Rebecca had teased and tongued me to fair satisfaction, and Rudolf had taught me a thing or two about sex in general and oral sex in particular. But to be honest, I wasn't very attracted to either of them, and the only feelings Rudolf seemed to have toward me -- and I toward Rebecca -- were of the physical kind.
But there in the car, I had discovered that I still was attracted to Dana. VERY much attracted to Dana.
And then, of course, there was Jay. Baseball shortstop Jay. As my thoughts switched from girl to boy, I almost ran the Tercel off the road thinking about the first day Jay and I had met, when I had helped him move his stuff into the dorms and then almost literally salivated over him and his bulging crotch as he bounced on each of the two beds to try to decide which was more to his liking. I thought back to how his dad had made me promise to get the forgetful jock in for his sports physical, and how ended up actually WITNESSING the event. I felt precum leak as I thought about how Jay and I had ended up in the same hotel bed together, how we both had taken risks that ended up with mutual masturbation that night but honest to God sex the next.
It had included oral sex. Steamy, slimy oral sex. But it had been nothing like what I had experienced with Jessica.
Where did she learn that? I thought.
Kirk. He must've taught her, or at least provided a crotch on which she could learn.
Kirk. My best friend. Whose mother was dying. Kirk seemed to be a sexual machine.
So on my way back to school, after having consoled my best friend during the most difficult time in his life, and after having received the best blowjob of my life, I was confused. Absolutely, utterly confused. There was only one thing that seemed clear. I had to have another blowjob like that.
* * *
As I made my way to the dorm floor where I was an RA, my plan was to bust a nut while thinking of Dana, the girl from music class who at the time seemed to have the mouth most likely to play host to my five-inch rod. She was different than Jessica -- blondish, smaller, a little stockier, and much bigger tits. She was also a lot more mysterious and reserved.
Dana was friends with Terry, the lanky blond swimmer who was on my dorm floor who also remained somewhat of a mystery to me and many of the others. In the dorm floor's gang shower, Terry had been reluctant to let me or anybody see his penis -- which seemed ridiculous at the time, given that I and most of the other guys had much more reason to be inhibited than did Terry. His dick was pretty much perfect -- bigger than Kirk's, it seemed, and definitely bigger than mine, but not in an angry way. It, like its owner, was floppy and friendly, a perfect complement to the swimmer's two nice balls that seemed to be hanging in delicious fashion, on the two or three times I had seen them in the shower at least. I wanted to get to know Terry better -- partially, but not totally, because he seemed to be my ticket to Dana, who I had planned to be part of my jackoff fantasy in a matter of minutes.
But as luck would have it, I found Terry alone in the TV lounge. The small-town swimmer drew me in. He was wearing baggy gray sweats and a long-sleeve t-shirt with a Speedo emblem on it, and his hair seemed a little damp. My heart sank a little, upon realizing that it appeared I had just missed him in the shower.
"Hey, Stu. Where ya been?"
I dropped my duffel and made my way toward the table in front of the couch, where Terry had left a magazine as well as a piece of clothing that was small and dark blue.
"Stuie, you can give me those."
I handed over the magazine and Terry put it halfway under his butt. As for the garment, it took a second for me to recognize what it was. But once I did, I held it tight. It was a speedo. Terry's speedo. And in those precious few seconds, I imagined the tight suit on Terry's muscular but not-too-muscular Freshmen frame.
It was still slightly damp. And I was getting there.
"What, Terry, you just get out of the shower?"
"No, the pool. I was over at the athletic complex, doing a few strokes."
Strokes. Jee-zuz. I swallowed.
"Stuie?"
"Yeah?"
"You can give me those."
"Oh, ahem. Yeah. Here ya go."
As I handed the speedo to the Freshmen, I took a seat on the table and stole a glance into the swimmer's crotch, feeling minor disappointment that I couldn't see a bulge through his sweats.
"So where were ya, last couple days?"
"Yeah, I was home for the weekend, seeing a friend. what you been up to?"
"Studying. Then Dana and I hung out for a while."
Dana. Shit. Hanging out with a guy who, quite frankly, was a hell of a lot cuter than I was.
"You guys, like, dating?"
Terry wrinkled his nose and raised an eyebrow.
"N-no. What makes you say that?"
"I don't know. You seem like good friends."
I glanced down again, turned on but at the same time jealous of the idea that maybe Terry's hard dick had plowed into Dana's little frame.
"Yeah. From the same hometown, and church. Her dad's the town doctor, you know."
"I remember you saying that."
"She used to go to my swim meets. She's always been really supportive."
I felt my cum build at the thought of Dana watching high school swimmer Terry pull himself from the pool, dripping wet, wearing only a speedo.
"What did you guys do this weekend?"
"We just grabbed some pizza, then went for a walk. Talked about a lot of stuff. Then I grabbed a swim." Terry tossled his damp hair. "Just got back."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, a few of the guys are over there. Some sort of informal baseball weight-training and practice, I guess. Jay was there. They all were goofing off a lot."
"Huh."
"So I just came back."
"Just came back?"
Terry stretched his arms over his head, and when he did, I got a decent glimpse of his white, toned tummy and his very slight, almost nonexistent treasure trail. I thought about whether Dana had rubbed that tummy and the lanky penis below it. Then I thought about her dad, and how he had given Terry his sports physical right before the Freshmen came to college, and how he surely had seen the swimmer's white tummy, and touched it, and had seen the swimmer's slight little treasure trail, and the rest of 18-year-old's body that wasn't so slight and little.
"Yeah, the other guys, Stu. I don't get along the best with some of 'em, if you haven't noticed."
"Hmm. Why not?"
"I don't know. They're just sort of, I don't know, aggressive, maybe uninhibited is the word."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, like in the locker room. Tonight. They walk around like they own the place, the baseball players in particular. Heard one of 'em say that swimming is for sissies. It might've been Jay."
"I'm sure he didn't mean it."
"And that all swimmers are gay."
I felt the blood rush to my head.
"Jay said that?"
"I don't think it was him. Somebody else. I don't know who."
"Well, that I doubt."
"What?"
"That, uh, Jay would've said that, or believes it."
"What makes you say that?"
"I just don't."
"What about swimmers?
"What about the swimmers?"
"Being sissies? Gay?"
"I don't know. I hadn't thought about it."
Terry took out the magazine that he had been concealing and unfolded the pages to a cover story about halfway in. It was a sports magazine, not Sports Illustrated but something like it.
"They caught me reading this, in the whirlpool, in the locker room."
Terry had opened the magazine to the cover story. It was about Greg Louganis, the Olympic swimmer who had made waves a few years earlier after announcing that he was gay and also HIV positive, and the accompanying photograph showed the swimmer in all his manly athletic glory. I scrutinized the superstar's muscles, so much so that in retrospect I could not see and feel that Terry was scrutinizing my reaction to the quite frankly sexy photo.
"So that's where they're getting it, Stu."
"I see."
"What do you think?"
"About what?"
"I don't know. About Greg Louganis?"
"I think it's too bad."
"What's too bad?"
"That he has AIDS."
Terry looked into my eyes deeply, for a Freshmen at least, and then drew his knees to his chest and held them there in a way that let me confirm that the swimmer whose crotch was right in front of me was not -- definitely was not -- wearing underwear. Terry looked away, drew in a big breath, and then exhaled it slowly and deeply, as you'd expect a swimmer to do.
"I don't know ..."
"What don't you know?"
"That it's too bad."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, he got AIDS from, like, doin' guys, right?"
"I suppose."
Terry directed his blue eyes deeply into mine, but then looked away quickly.
"Isn't that a message?"
"From who?"
"God?"
"About what?"
"About -- I don't know. That Greg Louganis shouldn't be doing that? Doin' guys?"
"What are you saying? That it's God's punishment?"
"Maybe."
"I don't know. What I know about God is that --"
"It's what my pastor says."
"What?"
"That AIDS is God's punishment. For being gay."
Terry rearranged his plumbing, but strangely, I couldn't bear to look.
"I don't know, Terry. I don't think that God --"
Just then, Rudolf came in and interrupted both my thought and my conversation with the small-town swimmer, who declared that since his roommate was around, he'd "wash this chlorine out of my hair" and then head to the library to study.
* * *
There was no doubt about what was to transpire in the next couple minutes. Terry had chlorine to wash out of his hair, and I had clothes to shed.
I stripped and hit the dorm's gang shower in record time and positioned myself in a place that let me see who was coming and going, more or less. My heart fluttered as I saw the Freshmen enter, fully dressed, in speedo t-shirt and baggy gray sweats. He heard the water running, saw it was me, lingered longer in his clothes than he would have had he been alone, and then started to peel the t-shirt from his frame.
Oddly, my thought went to Dana -- what her reaction must've been when she saw Terry naked from the waist up in the high school pool. I thought about whether Terry had showered before he and Dana maybe went out for pizza after a meet, and whether she would've liked the taste of chlorine on his dick as she gave him a blowjob in the back of her parents' car. I thought about how Terry probably had tongued Dana's ample chest, and maybe rubbed his dick between the orbs before blasting a pool of swimmer jizz all over the sexy small-town girl's frame.
And then, boom!, I got really gay again as Terry turned his back to me and began to push his sweats down, confirming that he had not been wearing underwear. He stumbled just a little and had to bend over, in a way that let me see his balls jiggle between his ass cheeks. I wondered what Dana's reaction would be if she had seen THAT -- or if she, in fact, had seen that. Then I thought again about her dad. Terry had mentioned that his sports physical at home had been pretty thorough -- that Dana's dad was "very traditional." I wondered whether that meant that the doctor had seen Terry's naked butt, in much this way, before making the lanky swimmer bend over so the doctor could see his testicles hanging from behind, in much this way.
I got an even better view of the Freshmen's balls when he bent over to pick up the sweats to place them on the bench. Then the swimmer turned around, but not before placing a bottle of swimmer's shampoo to try to conceal his privates as he took a spigot on the other side of the wall from me.
I let the spray hit me in the back as I scrutinized Terry's v-shaped back, how it must glisten in the pool much like in the shower. He soaped up his hair first and seemed to apply lather not just to his torso but also his public hair that also probably smelled like chlorine. I rooted for the swimmer to apply some of the lather to his butt crack, knowing that there was hair there too, a little bit at least. Doing that, of course, would increase the odds of him having to turn around and show off his frontal nudity to me.
But Terry wasn't cooperating, so I took matters into my own hands.
The swimmer was washing suds from his hair when I made my move. From my new position right next to Terry, my suspicions were confirmed. The swimmer had, indeed, applied a liberal amount of lather to the hair around his penis and balls. And it was still there, waiting to be rinsed out.
I went to his face -- boyish, yet not. I wondered whether Dana had smooched it, caressed it, whether she wanted to, or whether she wanted someone like me. Then I went back to his dick, knowing the time was short, and that as soon as Terry opened his eyes I'd have to stop staring.
But for those few seconds, the sight was amazing. Terry's public hair was pretty much the same color as Kirk's, but the swimmer's penis was longer and hung in more of a straight-down fashion than my best friend's, and over balls that clearly were drooping in enjoyment in the warm spray instead of the cool pool.
I sensed that Terry was about to open his eyes, and put the plan into action.
"Mind if I use some?"
Terry was slightly startled by my presence, but I was his RA, and his friend, and ...
Terry blinked away the water to gain his bearings. "Some what?"
"Of that shampoo? I forgot mine, back in the dorm room."
Terry handed me the bottle, which contained stuff specially made for swimmers. I quickly lathered up the hair on my head and also a bit down below, and then took a risk.
"Works down here too, I suppose?"
Terry looked me in the eyes. They seemed like candy, there in the shower.
"Down here."
I drew Terry's eyes down to my crotch, where I rubbed more shampoo into my pubes and watched myself while doing it -- giving license for Terry to watch me, too.
Even then, I could tell that Terry was torn. He did not want to watch, but could not help it. I looked back at his eyes, which at that moment looked just as appetizing as his dick and maybe more so.
"So Dana, she used to watch you swim?"
"Yeah."
"Went to your meets?"
"Yeah, and she'd pick me up after practice sometimes, and we'd go out."
"I thought you said you didn't date her."
"Well, we'd just go out, you know, to McDonald's or something. No big deal."
I stood with my frame perpendicular to the shower wall, seemingly to wash suds out of my right pit. But when I did so, I closed my eyes and gave Terry a front-on view of my nudity if he wanted it. Even through my eyelids, I could tell his eyes did. Still, I continued to make chit-chat, strangely fixated on Dana and the idea that maybe the naked swimmer in front of me had plowed his hard dick into her.
"Mmm, McDonald's."
Terry stayed silent.
"Special sauce. She ever taste it?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
More awkward silence.
"You ever kiss her?"
"Sort of."
"What do you mean, sort of."
"We tried it. We just decided we'd be better off as friends."
When I reopened my eyes, I confirmed that more than Terry's eyes were interested in my naked frame.
Terry was getting hard, and I was getting good at keeping the conversation going.
"Yeah, Terry, you probably know that Dana is aiming to be a doctor, like her dad, I guess."
"That's what she says."
"He a good doctor?"
"I guess. He's been mine since I was a little baby. He delivered me, actually."
"Wow. So the first time he saw you, you were like now."
"Huh?"
"Naked."
I laughed, but Terry did not.
"I suppose."
"Some things never change, I guess."
"What do you mean?"
"You had mentioned he was pretty thorough. He was a thorough doctor."
"I mentioned that?"
"Yeah. Couple weeks ago. I just figured that meant, you know, that you were, um, naked, even for physicals. Like, before coming to college."
"Not the whole time."
"But eventually?"
"Eventually. Yeah."
"Eventually he made you take off all your clothes."
"Yeah. I guess."
"So you'd go to him when you got sick, for physicals, the whole nine yards?
"Yep."
"Always naked?"
"No. Just for physicals, not when I had a cold. Not usually, at least. And only at the end."
"But like, naked? No boxers?"
"Sorta hard to check everything, I guess, when you're dressed."
"Wow."
"That's what he said, anyway."
There was a pause in our conversation, so I looked down, at Terry's dick, which was parallel to the shower floor. And within a second, so was mine.
"You ever get like this, during your physical?"
"Like what?"
"You know ..."
I put my hands on my hips and thrust my groin a little bit toward Terry.
"Once or twice, I guess."
"Like now?"
I nodded toward Terry's crotch. His penis was beginning to bend toward his abs, and probably measured in at close to 7 inches.
"Yeah. I guess."
"Yeah, well I --"
"Why you asking all this?"
I thought fast.
"Well, Dana's dad -- Um, Terry?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"Well, I --"
"I like Dana. Like, I like Dana."
"Like, you want to, um, go out with her."
"Maybe. From what you say, like, about her dad, he seems nice. And that she'd go to your swim meets and stuff, she seems sort of like my type."
"Well, she's --"
"What, she's hot?"
"That's not what I was going to say."
"But it's what you were thinking, right?"
"Well, I --"
I looked down at his crotch.
"C'mon, Terry, I can tell."
"Can tell what?"
"That all this talk about Dana has, you know ..."
I was pushing the limits, so I looked away, and closed my eyes, trying to sort it all out. There was no question I was turned on by the sight there in the shower. But I was equally turned on at the idea that I, or Terry for that matter, might plow a hard dick into Dana's sexy frame.
"Well, Ter', I'll be honest, it's got me going, she's got me going, and man, I'm man enough to admit it."
I did not say a word as I worked my erection to its full length and then closed my eyes to let Terry get a look. When I opened them, I found the Freshmen swimmer with his torso facing the wall, his head turned 90 degrees, and his hand on his white penis that was anything but floppy. He was to my left and masturbated with his right, so I could not see the whole shaft. But his dick was so long that that didn't matter. He was probably a little longer than Jay, but not as fat. And I hate to say it, the vulnerability and mystery of the Freshmen swimmer made him even more delicious than the Freshmen baseball player over whom I had lusted, tasted, and then built a friendship.
There was, of course, no way to hide what was going on. The fact that we BOTH were hard and both looking at each other gave me license to keep exploring.
I turned back toward the wall, took my right hand from my dick, and let my shower buddy see its full length, how it bent almost taut against my tummy.
"God, Terry, I'd love to put THIS inside of DANA!"
Terry's reaction, interestingly, was to conceal himself EVEN MORE -- by adding his left hand to the masturbation mix. As he thrust his groin into his two hands, Terry was fixated on my erection, but with my conversation I pretended not to notice.
"Bet you would too, eh?"
Terry stayed silent.
"Looks like you would. Look at you! Man! You're pretending that you're screwing her, aren't you!"
Terry was looking right at my hard dick when he splashed a load of semen against the tiled wall. He wanted to turn away from me, of course, out of concern for his privacy. But he also wanted to watch me -- HAD to watch me -- because I was the one with the erection, probably the only erection other than his own that he had ever seen.
'
I listened for Terry's sighs as two more shots hit the wall, but I heard only the splash over water against the tiled floor. The swimmer seemed to plant the rest of his fresh Freshmen semen into the palm of his left hand, which he then removed from his penis and rinsed under the spray but not before I could see the white globs that had been deposited there.
I was about to make a comment about Dana experiencing the swimmer's white goo when Rudolf again made an appearance. The German swimmer had walked down the hall in just a towel and entered the shower with not a bit of self-consciousness that Terry exhibited.
I turned to greet the Freshmen athlete, whose eyes went right to my hard dick, one that had been in his mouth perhaps a month and a half earlier. The German thought nothing of my erection, and then fixated on Terry to see where his teammate was on the scale of male arousal.
Post-orgasmic Terry got himself together quickly and then faced his teammate in fairly flaccid fashion.
"Ya. Hey, Terry. You back from the pool?"
"Hey Rudolf. Yeah, got back not long ago."
"I was there earlier. Pulled a muscle, I think. Right here."
The German swimmer put his palm to his inner thigh. As he did, his knuckles were perhaps three inches from his three-inch flaccid and uncut penis.
"Ya. Sorta hurts. Would you mind?"
"Mind what?"
"Help me out. Maybe, what's the word?, message it out?"
I interjected. "Massage?"
"Ya. Massage?"
"Well, I don't know. I --"
"My roommate, he's home, and he's --"
"Yeah, well, my roommate, I don't think he'd --"
I interjected again.
"So it hurts?"
"Ya."
"Pretty bad?"
"Ya."
"I don't have a roommate."
The Freshmen swimmers both stared at me -- Rudolf with relief, and Terry with apprehension.
And within three minutes, the three of us were in my private dorm room, preparing to give Rudolf the attention he needed.
Some of my drive back to school was spent feeling guilty about having received the blowjob of my life in the driveway of my best friend -- my best friend whose mother was dying from cancer.
But most of my drive was spent plotting how I could get another blowjob like THAT!
Rebecca had teased and tongued me to fair satisfaction, and Rudolf had taught me a thing or two about sex in general and oral sex in particular. But to be honest, I wasn't very attracted to either of them, and the only feelings Rudolf seemed to have toward me -- and I toward Rebecca -- were of the physical kind.
But there in the car, I had discovered that I still was attracted to Dana. VERY much attracted to Dana.
And then, of course, there was Jay. Baseball shortstop Jay. As my thoughts switched from girl to boy, I almost ran the Tercel off the road thinking about the first day Jay and I had met, when I had helped him move his stuff into the dorms and then almost literally salivated over him and his bulging crotch as he bounced on each of the two beds to try to decide which was more to his liking. I thought back to how his dad had made me promise to get the forgetful jock in for his sports physical, and how ended up actually WITNESSING the event. I felt precum leak as I thought about how Jay and I had ended up in the same hotel bed together, how we both had taken risks that ended up with mutual masturbation that night but honest to God sex the next.
It had included oral sex. Steamy, slimy oral sex. But it had been nothing like what I had experienced with Jessica.
Where did she learn that? I thought.
Kirk. He must've taught her, or at least provided a crotch on which she could learn.
Kirk. My best friend. Whose mother was dying. Kirk seemed to be a sexual machine.
So on my way back to school, after having consoled my best friend during the most difficult time in his life, and after having received the best blowjob of my life, I was confused. Absolutely, utterly confused. There was only one thing that seemed clear. I had to have another blowjob like that.
* * *
As I made my way to the dorm floor where I was an RA, my plan was to bust a nut while thinking of Dana, the girl from music class who at the time seemed to have the mouth most likely to play host to my five-inch rod. She was different than Jessica -- blondish, smaller, a little stockier, and much bigger tits. She was also a lot more mysterious and reserved.
Dana was friends with Terry, the lanky blond swimmer who was on my dorm floor who also remained somewhat of a mystery to me and many of the others. In the dorm floor's gang shower, Terry had been reluctant to let me or anybody see his penis -- which seemed ridiculous at the time, given that I and most of the other guys had much more reason to be inhibited than did Terry. His dick was pretty much perfect -- bigger than Kirk's, it seemed, and definitely bigger than mine, but not in an angry way. It, like its owner, was floppy and friendly, a perfect complement to the swimmer's two nice balls that seemed to be hanging in delicious fashion, on the two or three times I had seen them in the shower at least. I wanted to get to know Terry better -- partially, but not totally, because he seemed to be my ticket to Dana, who I had planned to be part of my jackoff fantasy in a matter of minutes.
But as luck would have it, I found Terry alone in the TV lounge. The small-town swimmer drew me in. He was wearing baggy gray sweats and a long-sleeve t-shirt with a Speedo emblem on it, and his hair seemed a little damp. My heart sank a little, upon realizing that it appeared I had just missed him in the shower.
"Hey, Stu. Where ya been?"
I dropped my duffel and made my way toward the table in front of the couch, where Terry had left a magazine as well as a piece of clothing that was small and dark blue.
"Stuie, you can give me those."
I handed over the magazine and Terry put it halfway under his butt. As for the garment, it took a second for me to recognize what it was. But once I did, I held it tight. It was a speedo. Terry's speedo. And in those precious few seconds, I imagined the tight suit on Terry's muscular but not-too-muscular Freshmen frame.
It was still slightly damp. And I was getting there.
"What, Terry, you just get out of the shower?"
"No, the pool. I was over at the athletic complex, doing a few strokes."
Strokes. Jee-zuz. I swallowed.
"Stuie?"
"Yeah?"
"You can give me those."
"Oh, ahem. Yeah. Here ya go."
As I handed the speedo to the Freshmen, I took a seat on the table and stole a glance into the swimmer's crotch, feeling minor disappointment that I couldn't see a bulge through his sweats.
"So where were ya, last couple days?"
"Yeah, I was home for the weekend, seeing a friend. what you been up to?"
"Studying. Then Dana and I hung out for a while."
Dana. Shit. Hanging out with a guy who, quite frankly, was a hell of a lot cuter than I was.
"You guys, like, dating?"
Terry wrinkled his nose and raised an eyebrow.
"N-no. What makes you say that?"
"I don't know. You seem like good friends."
I glanced down again, turned on but at the same time jealous of the idea that maybe Terry's hard dick had plowed into Dana's little frame.
"Yeah. From the same hometown, and church. Her dad's the town doctor, you know."
"I remember you saying that."
"She used to go to my swim meets. She's always been really supportive."
I felt my cum build at the thought of Dana watching high school swimmer Terry pull himself from the pool, dripping wet, wearing only a speedo.
"What did you guys do this weekend?"
"We just grabbed some pizza, then went for a walk. Talked about a lot of stuff. Then I grabbed a swim." Terry tossled his damp hair. "Just got back."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, a few of the guys are over there. Some sort of informal baseball weight-training and practice, I guess. Jay was there. They all were goofing off a lot."
"Huh."
"So I just came back."
"Just came back?"
Terry stretched his arms over his head, and when he did, I got a decent glimpse of his white, toned tummy and his very slight, almost nonexistent treasure trail. I thought about whether Dana had rubbed that tummy and the lanky penis below it. Then I thought about her dad, and how he had given Terry his sports physical right before the Freshmen came to college, and how he surely had seen the swimmer's white tummy, and touched it, and had seen the swimmer's slight little treasure trail, and the rest of 18-year-old's body that wasn't so slight and little.
"Yeah, the other guys, Stu. I don't get along the best with some of 'em, if you haven't noticed."
"Hmm. Why not?"
"I don't know. They're just sort of, I don't know, aggressive, maybe uninhibited is the word."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, like in the locker room. Tonight. They walk around like they own the place, the baseball players in particular. Heard one of 'em say that swimming is for sissies. It might've been Jay."
"I'm sure he didn't mean it."
"And that all swimmers are gay."
I felt the blood rush to my head.
"Jay said that?"
"I don't think it was him. Somebody else. I don't know who."
"Well, that I doubt."
"What?"
"That, uh, Jay would've said that, or believes it."
"What makes you say that?"
"I just don't."
"What about swimmers?
"What about the swimmers?"
"Being sissies? Gay?"
"I don't know. I hadn't thought about it."
Terry took out the magazine that he had been concealing and unfolded the pages to a cover story about halfway in. It was a sports magazine, not Sports Illustrated but something like it.
"They caught me reading this, in the whirlpool, in the locker room."
Terry had opened the magazine to the cover story. It was about Greg Louganis, the Olympic swimmer who had made waves a few years earlier after announcing that he was gay and also HIV positive, and the accompanying photograph showed the swimmer in all his manly athletic glory. I scrutinized the superstar's muscles, so much so that in retrospect I could not see and feel that Terry was scrutinizing my reaction to the quite frankly sexy photo.
"So that's where they're getting it, Stu."
"I see."
"What do you think?"
"About what?"
"I don't know. About Greg Louganis?"
"I think it's too bad."
"What's too bad?"
"That he has AIDS."
Terry looked into my eyes deeply, for a Freshmen at least, and then drew his knees to his chest and held them there in a way that let me confirm that the swimmer whose crotch was right in front of me was not -- definitely was not -- wearing underwear. Terry looked away, drew in a big breath, and then exhaled it slowly and deeply, as you'd expect a swimmer to do.
"I don't know ..."
"What don't you know?"
"That it's too bad."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, he got AIDS from, like, doin' guys, right?"
"I suppose."
Terry directed his blue eyes deeply into mine, but then looked away quickly.
"Isn't that a message?"
"From who?"
"God?"
"About what?"
"About -- I don't know. That Greg Louganis shouldn't be doing that? Doin' guys?"
"What are you saying? That it's God's punishment?"
"Maybe."
"I don't know. What I know about God is that --"
"It's what my pastor says."
"What?"
"That AIDS is God's punishment. For being gay."
Terry rearranged his plumbing, but strangely, I couldn't bear to look.
"I don't know, Terry. I don't think that God --"
Just then, Rudolf came in and interrupted both my thought and my conversation with the small-town swimmer, who declared that since his roommate was around, he'd "wash this chlorine out of my hair" and then head to the library to study.
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There was no doubt about what was to transpire in the next couple minutes. Terry had chlorine to wash out of his hair, and I had clothes to shed.
I stripped and hit the dorm's gang shower in record time and positioned myself in a place that let me see who was coming and going, more or less. My heart fluttered as I saw the Freshmen enter, fully dressed, in speedo t-shirt and baggy gray sweats. He heard the water running, saw it was me, lingered longer in his clothes than he would have had he been alone, and then started to peel the t-shirt from his frame.
Oddly, my thought went to Dana -- what her reaction must've been when she saw Terry naked from the waist up in the high school pool. I thought about whether Terry had showered before he and Dana maybe went out for pizza after a meet, and whether she would've liked the taste of chlorine on his dick as she gave him a blowjob in the back of her parents' car. I thought about how Terry probably had tongued Dana's ample chest, and maybe rubbed his dick between the orbs before blasting a pool of swimmer jizz all over the sexy small-town girl's frame.
And then, boom!, I got really gay again as Terry turned his back to me and began to push his sweats down, confirming that he had not been wearing underwear. He stumbled just a little and had to bend over, in a way that let me see his balls jiggle between his ass cheeks. I wondered what Dana's reaction would be if she had seen THAT -- or if she, in fact, had seen that. Then I thought again about her dad. Terry had mentioned that his sports physical at home had been pretty thorough -- that Dana's dad was "very traditional." I wondered whether that meant that the doctor had seen Terry's naked butt, in much this way, before making the lanky swimmer bend over so the doctor could see his testicles hanging from behind, in much this way.
I got an even better view of the Freshmen's balls when he bent over to pick up the sweats to place them on the bench. Then the swimmer turned around, but not before placing a bottle of swimmer's shampoo to try to conceal his privates as he took a spigot on the other side of the wall from me.
I let the spray hit me in the back as I scrutinized Terry's v-shaped back, how it must glisten in the pool much like in the shower. He soaped up his hair first and seemed to apply lather not just to his torso but also his public hair that also probably smelled like chlorine. I rooted for the swimmer to apply some of the lather to his butt crack, knowing that there was hair there too, a little bit at least. Doing that, of course, would increase the odds of him having to turn around and show off his frontal nudity to me.
But Terry wasn't cooperating, so I took matters into my own hands.
The swimmer was washing suds from his hair when I made my move. From my new position right next to Terry, my suspicions were confirmed. The swimmer had, indeed, applied a liberal amount of lather to the hair around his penis and balls. And it was still there, waiting to be rinsed out.
I went to his face -- boyish, yet not. I wondered whether Dana had smooched it, caressed it, whether she wanted to, or whether she wanted someone like me. Then I went back to his dick, knowing the time was short, and that as soon as Terry opened his eyes I'd have to stop staring.
But for those few seconds, the sight was amazing. Terry's public hair was pretty much the same color as Kirk's, but the swimmer's penis was longer and hung in more of a straight-down fashion than my best friend's, and over balls that clearly were drooping in enjoyment in the warm spray instead of the cool pool.
I sensed that Terry was about to open his eyes, and put the plan into action.
"Mind if I use some?"
Terry was slightly startled by my presence, but I was his RA, and his friend, and ...
Terry blinked away the water to gain his bearings. "Some what?"
"Of that shampoo? I forgot mine, back in the dorm room."
Terry handed me the bottle, which contained stuff specially made for swimmers. I quickly lathered up the hair on my head and also a bit down below, and then took a risk.
"Works down here too, I suppose?"
Terry looked me in the eyes. They seemed like candy, there in the shower.
"Down here."
I drew Terry's eyes down to my crotch, where I rubbed more shampoo into my pubes and watched myself while doing it -- giving license for Terry to watch me, too.
Even then, I could tell that Terry was torn. He did not want to watch, but could not help it. I looked back at his eyes, which at that moment looked just as appetizing as his dick and maybe more so.
"So Dana, she used to watch you swim?"
"Yeah."
"Went to your meets?"
"Yeah, and she'd pick me up after practice sometimes, and we'd go out."
"I thought you said you didn't date her."
"Well, we'd just go out, you know, to McDonald's or something. No big deal."
I stood with my frame perpendicular to the shower wall, seemingly to wash suds out of my right pit. But when I did so, I closed my eyes and gave Terry a front-on view of my nudity if he wanted it. Even through my eyelids, I could tell his eyes did. Still, I continued to make chit-chat, strangely fixated on Dana and the idea that maybe the naked swimmer in front of me had plowed his hard dick into her.
"Mmm, McDonald's."
Terry stayed silent.
"Special sauce. She ever taste it?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
More awkward silence.
"You ever kiss her?"
"Sort of."
"What do you mean, sort of."
"We tried it. We just decided we'd be better off as friends."
When I reopened my eyes, I confirmed that more than Terry's eyes were interested in my naked frame.
Terry was getting hard, and I was getting good at keeping the conversation going.
"Yeah, Terry, you probably know that Dana is aiming to be a doctor, like her dad, I guess."
"That's what she says."
"He a good doctor?"
"I guess. He's been mine since I was a little baby. He delivered me, actually."
"Wow. So the first time he saw you, you were like now."
"Huh?"
"Naked."
I laughed, but Terry did not.
"I suppose."
"Some things never change, I guess."
"What do you mean?"
"You had mentioned he was pretty thorough. He was a thorough doctor."
"I mentioned that?"
"Yeah. Couple weeks ago. I just figured that meant, you know, that you were, um, naked, even for physicals. Like, before coming to college."
"Not the whole time."
"But eventually?"
"Eventually. Yeah."
"Eventually he made you take off all your clothes."
"Yeah. I guess."
"So you'd go to him when you got sick, for physicals, the whole nine yards?
"Yep."
"Always naked?"
"No. Just for physicals, not when I had a cold. Not usually, at least. And only at the end."
"But like, naked? No boxers?"
"Sorta hard to check everything, I guess, when you're dressed."
"Wow."
"That's what he said, anyway."
There was a pause in our conversation, so I looked down, at Terry's dick, which was parallel to the shower floor. And within a second, so was mine.
"You ever get like this, during your physical?"
"Like what?"
"You know ..."
I put my hands on my hips and thrust my groin a little bit toward Terry.
"Once or twice, I guess."
"Like now?"
I nodded toward Terry's crotch. His penis was beginning to bend toward his abs, and probably measured in at close to 7 inches.
"Yeah. I guess."
"Yeah, well I --"
"Why you asking all this?"
I thought fast.
"Well, Dana's dad -- Um, Terry?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"Well, I --"
"I like Dana. Like, I like Dana."
"Like, you want to, um, go out with her."
"Maybe. From what you say, like, about her dad, he seems nice. And that she'd go to your swim meets and stuff, she seems sort of like my type."
"Well, she's --"
"What, she's hot?"
"That's not what I was going to say."
"But it's what you were thinking, right?"
"Well, I --"
I looked down at his crotch.
"C'mon, Terry, I can tell."
"Can tell what?"
"That all this talk about Dana has, you know ..."
I was pushing the limits, so I looked away, and closed my eyes, trying to sort it all out. There was no question I was turned on by the sight there in the shower. But I was equally turned on at the idea that I, or Terry for that matter, might plow a hard dick into Dana's sexy frame.
"Well, Ter', I'll be honest, it's got me going, she's got me going, and man, I'm man enough to admit it."
I did not say a word as I worked my erection to its full length and then closed my eyes to let Terry get a look. When I opened them, I found the Freshmen swimmer with his torso facing the wall, his head turned 90 degrees, and his hand on his white penis that was anything but floppy. He was to my left and masturbated with his right, so I could not see the whole shaft. But his dick was so long that that didn't matter. He was probably a little longer than Jay, but not as fat. And I hate to say it, the vulnerability and mystery of the Freshmen swimmer made him even more delicious than the Freshmen baseball player over whom I had lusted, tasted, and then built a friendship.
There was, of course, no way to hide what was going on. The fact that we BOTH were hard and both looking at each other gave me license to keep exploring.
I turned back toward the wall, took my right hand from my dick, and let my shower buddy see its full length, how it bent almost taut against my tummy.
"God, Terry, I'd love to put THIS inside of DANA!"
Terry's reaction, interestingly, was to conceal himself EVEN MORE -- by adding his left hand to the masturbation mix. As he thrust his groin into his two hands, Terry was fixated on my erection, but with my conversation I pretended not to notice.
"Bet you would too, eh?"
Terry stayed silent.
"Looks like you would. Look at you! Man! You're pretending that you're screwing her, aren't you!"
Terry was looking right at my hard dick when he splashed a load of semen against the tiled wall. He wanted to turn away from me, of course, out of concern for his privacy. But he also wanted to watch me -- HAD to watch me -- because I was the one with the erection, probably the only erection other than his own that he had ever seen.
'
I listened for Terry's sighs as two more shots hit the wall, but I heard only the splash over water against the tiled floor. The swimmer seemed to plant the rest of his fresh Freshmen semen into the palm of his left hand, which he then removed from his penis and rinsed under the spray but not before I could see the white globs that had been deposited there.
I was about to make a comment about Dana experiencing the swimmer's white goo when Rudolf again made an appearance. The German swimmer had walked down the hall in just a towel and entered the shower with not a bit of self-consciousness that Terry exhibited.
I turned to greet the Freshmen athlete, whose eyes went right to my hard dick, one that had been in his mouth perhaps a month and a half earlier. The German thought nothing of my erection, and then fixated on Terry to see where his teammate was on the scale of male arousal.
Post-orgasmic Terry got himself together quickly and then faced his teammate in fairly flaccid fashion.
"Ya. Hey, Terry. You back from the pool?"
"Hey Rudolf. Yeah, got back not long ago."
"I was there earlier. Pulled a muscle, I think. Right here."
The German swimmer put his palm to his inner thigh. As he did, his knuckles were perhaps three inches from his three-inch flaccid and uncut penis.
"Ya. Sorta hurts. Would you mind?"
"Mind what?"
"Help me out. Maybe, what's the word?, message it out?"
I interjected. "Massage?"
"Ya. Massage?"
"Well, I don't know. I --"
"My roommate, he's home, and he's --"
"Yeah, well, my roommate, I don't think he'd --"
I interjected again.
"So it hurts?"
"Ya."
"Pretty bad?"
"Ya."
"I don't have a roommate."
The Freshmen swimmers both stared at me -- Rudolf with relief, and Terry with apprehension.
And within three minutes, the three of us were in my private dorm room, preparing to give Rudolf the attention he needed.
pe_gay89
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Ooh, I like where this is going! 
Stu is definitely in sexual overdrive, lol.
Getting the head of his life only stimulated him to want further sexcapades, only this time with freshman swimmer boy.
What about our good, fuck buddy, Jay?
You've definitely managed to bring me to attention.
Will the rural, fundamentalist church going swimmer be tempted to stray?
Will our German teammate manage to get him to stroke him off, or start there and get even more intense?
Only time, and our author, will tell.
Thanks for keeping our attention, SFCFML!
Getting the head of his life only stimulated him to want further sexcapades, only this time with freshman swimmer boy.
What about our good, fuck buddy, Jay?
You've definitely managed to bring me to attention.
Will the rural, fundamentalist church going swimmer be tempted to stray?
Will our German teammate manage to get him to stroke him off, or start there and get even more intense?
Only time, and our author, will tell.
Thanks for keeping our attention, SFCFML!
OMG this has to be the best or one of the best. It's hard to tell cos they are all so good. Fine writing indead 
Yay! Another chapter!
I was slightly disappointed that Stu didn't get to see more of Kirk. But I guess he only had that one weekend.
...On the other hand, we did get to see more of Terry. I'm gunna make the guess that Terry is dealing with the religion-and-being-gay/bi-don't-mix conflict.
The massage scene should be a good read, can't wait.
..And I do wonder if Jay got that note Stuie wrote. I wonder how he took that.
Thanks for the update Sfcfml, I can't wait for moarrrr!
I was slightly disappointed that Stu didn't get to see more of Kirk. But I guess he only had that one weekend.
...On the other hand, we did get to see more of Terry. I'm gunna make the guess that Terry is dealing with the religion-and-being-gay/bi-don't-mix conflict.
The massage scene should be a good read, can't wait.
..And I do wonder if Jay got that note Stuie wrote. I wonder how he took that.
Thanks for the update Sfcfml, I can't wait for moarrrr!
harry113
JUB Addict
Yeah! Very interesting!!! Great chapter, Thanks
More please
Harry
More please
Harry
oh wow man that was reeeaal nice
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Hope you're doing ok sfcfml. We are waiting for news of you or your story. 
Our good author had a lot of things happening in his REAL life. I suspect it has taken more of his time and energy that he thought.
That, or he found some REALLY hot folk to connect with, and said Live is better than the e-printed page, lol.
That, or he found some REALLY hot folk to connect with, and said Live is better than the e-printed page, lol.
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sfcfml: Hope all is well with you. I think I speak for so many of us, we miss you and your alter egos, Kirk and Stu. These wonderful guys have, in certain respects, become very much a part of our lives. And like good friends, we care for them and miss their absence from our lives. Please bring them back ! You're a fantastic writer and have captured many loyal readers with your great talent.
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