Freshman Year

[zemc87]

As always excellent update, I'm reading this one and high school graduation so its really awesome to see TJ now and then! Keep up the amazing work!

 

[2008spike]

Thank you.

 

[2008spike]

Started to write the next part.

 

[2008spike]

Finished part 8 and it will be posted shortly.

 

[lovaboitoy2]

awsome can't wait

 

[vampsrock1992]

Caint wait for part 8 started this story yeaterday and finished it today. I wish i had tjs amazing sex life. But alas i have nothing of the sort. I read high school graduation first and know this one. ill probably read ur ther works 2. Keep up the great work 2008spike.

 

[2008spike]

Can't believe I forgot to post part 8! Here its is...

 

[2008spike]

PART 8

Todd and I wound up sleeping intertwined in various patterns of spoon and backwards spoon all night. It felt amazing to spend the entire night snuggling up to him. His skin was warm and soft and sexy all at once. If I knew my dick, I probably had a hard-on all night long.

When Todd and I woke up in the morning, we weren't alone.

Todd's hand was casually spread out on the lower part of my abs, his little finger in what would have been my pubes if I had any. He wiggled his finger and I opened my eyes. Todd's head rested on his arm, his dark brown hair pushed back behind his ears. He looked very serious, as if he'd been studying me and had come up with a flaw he'd never noticed before.

"G'morning," he said with a wide smile.

My dick grew a couple inches at the sight of his smile. Then he lifted his head up off his bicep and flicked his eyes behind him at the other bed. I followed the command and raised my head a little bit off the bed so I could see what he wanted me to see.

Benny was back. He had passed out in his clothes and lay on his back with his legs on the floor. There was a pillow over his head.

I opened my mouth wide and made a face.

Todd smirked and rolled his eyes. Then he grabbed my swelling cock and gave it a squeeze. Todd put his fingers down the shaft of my dick and left the palm of his hand over my dickhead, like an umbrella. He smiled and gave the umbrella a turn or two, back and forth. When he was done, he pulled his hand out of the covers. We both looked at a gob of my pre-cum on Todd's palm.

Already? That seemed pretty fast, even for me. Man! I'd been hard all of about ten seconds!

He offered me his palm so I could lick my own jizz off of it.

No thank you, I mouthed silently. Todd wouldn't take no for an answer and put his hand over my mouth. I squirmed to get my face away, but Todd managed to get some of the stuff onto my lips anyway.

Yuck!

Benny made an unintelligible sound and rolled over on his side. He curled up in a sort of teenage fetal position.

Todd motioned with his eyes toward the bathroom. He wanted for the two of us to go in there. I used my eyes to motion toward our erections. It didn't seem like a good idea for both the captain and the Freshmen to saunter off to the shower together, each of us with a boner up to our belly buttons.

Todd caught my drift and smiled. He shrugged his shoulders and rolled out of bed. He stood there with his hard-on pointing up. I admired the shape for a moment, still amused that it seemed impossibly thick at the end, even more so than at the base. Like a baseball bat maybe.

Todd saw me studying his penis and motioned again with his eyes toward the bathroom.

I flipped off the blanket and lay there naked with my own morning wood stretching up to the sky. Todd smiled and reached a hand over to grab it. I pushed him away and rolled off the other side of the bed. His hand grabbed mine and the two of us made it into the bathroom without waking Benny.

Todd and I tried very hard not to have sex while we showered. We did wash each other extremely well. Todd scrubbed parts of me that I'm not sure I'd gotten to in some time. I returned the favor.

In the end, there was no doubt about, we were clean.

We each shaved then Todd whispered that he needed to dry his hair.

"So?" I said. "Do it."

Todd shook his head, and his long brown hair flung drops of water all over the bathroom. I had to towel off again. I gave him a look. He ignored me and flipped on the blow dryer in the bathroom. It was so loud and came as such a surprise that I freaked out.

"Shh," I shouted. "You'll wake him up."

"What?"

I pulled the cord out of the wall socket.

"Are you nuts?" I asked him in a loud whisper. "You'll wake Benny!"

Todd scrunched up his lips and shrugged. "No biggie," he said. "He's gotta get up. And when he does, he'll just think we're both getting ready at the same time."

I sighed and finished brushing my teeth.

Benny was awake when I opened the bathroom door and walked out in my towel. He smiled at me.

"There room in there for me?" he asked.

"Um," I said.

"I need to pee," he said.

"Go," I said.

He did. There was no way I could really warn Todd. Benny got up off the bed, then opened the door and walked in. I could still hair blow drying his hair, and the distinct sound of Benny taking a leak.

I found my running shorts and put them on quickly. I threw my towel around my neck and looked around for my favorite socks.

I heard the shower turn on and I looked over at the bathroom. Todd was still in there and Benny was probably taking a shower. I felt a funny pant of jealousy.

I tugged on one sock and pouted. What was taking Todd so long with his hair anyway? Why the fuck did he have to stay in there while Benny was in the shower?

The door opened and Todd walked out. He left it open. Steam wafted out near the top of the door sill.

"What was that all about?" I said, with more of an edge to my voice than I intended.

"Beats me," Todd said. "He didn't say a word to me."

"Not to me either," I said. "Do you think he heard us in the bathroom this morning?"

Todd laughed.

"TJ, of course he heard us. After he saw us sleeping together like two nude pretzels last night."

My jaw dropped open.

"TJ, don't worry about it, it's not a big deal. He's not going to say anything to anybody."

"How do you know?"

"TJ, trust me, he won't," Todd tried to reassure me. "Besides, if he does, who's gonna believe him anyway? Everybody on the team hates him and thinks he's a big-ass liar."

I half way smiled. "I guess you're right."

Todd looked at me standing there in my white running shorts and one sock. His eyes found my crotch and he nodded.

"Very nice, young Freshmen," Todd said, sounding like Yoda. "Me like."

I looked down at the bulge my dick made in my shorts. I wasn't even close to hard and you could still sort of see the outline of my weenie through the cloth.

"Just be careful motoring some of those tight turns in your race today, there's not a whole lot keeping Mr. Happy there from being exposed to the whole wide world."

At the mere mention of Mr. Happy, Mr. Happy stretched out at least another inch or so. I rolled my eyes at my own cock's shameless display.

Todd chuckled. He whipped off his towel and stood there in front of me wearing nothing.

"I'm just gonna go ahead and get dressed, Freshmen," he said. "Would that be okay with you, or would you like to munch on my monster once again?"

"Todd!"

"Just kidding," he said. "Actually I think it's probably best if you keep your hands off of me until after the meet today, do you think you can do that?"

"I'll try my best," I said.

Twenty minutes later, we were all downstairs, waiting for the bus to take us over to Yale. I had total butterflies. No matter how many meets I ran, I always got nervous before we arrived. Most times, my stomach never really calmed down until I was halfway down the track on my first lap.

I sat in the infield during most of the morning races. Todd and a bunch of the other guys ran long distance while I had to wait for my heat. I screamed my ass off as Todd came in second in the 1500, just getting beat at the end by some guy from Yale who came from way off the pace to win. Surprisingly enough, I found that Benny was yelling just as loud as I was. We caught each other smiling as Todd pulled up after almost having pulled off the victory.

Hmm.

When I was time for my race, the 8K, I was such a nervous wreck that I nearly threw up, then almost fainted in the few minutes just before the start. A lot of people must have noticed what a mess I was, since both Todd and Coach came over and gave me some words of encouragement just before I walked out onto the track. Todd slapped my butt.

As he walked away I unconsciously looked down at the front of my running shorts to see whether or not he'd made me hard again.

When the gun went off I took off at maximum TJ-speed. Way faster than I intended to go out.

I had forgotten completely about the advice from Coach and from Todd that I'd gotten beforehand.

After two laps, I was ahead of the field by like three seconds. They all ran in a pack, just paces behind me. Lurking like a pack of sharks about to rip up some new over-anxious Freshmen. Me.

As the laps flew by, there was no way I could keep leading such a talented group of college runners at such a murderous clip. They were all bunched up together behind me drafting each other, they had to know I'd come back to them soon enough. From the infield, Todd was screaming at me to drop back and take it easy. I caught Coach's eye and he had a funny look on his face. He knew what was coming, of course.

Much to everyone's surprise, I held the lead until the tenth lap. Then the pack caught me along the back straight and started to pass me, one by one. In less than half a lap, my race was over; I was close to the rear. Still in the big group leading, but with about ten guys ahead of me, there was no way they were going to let me get by again. The group in front of me included a guy with short red hair whose long strides looked effortless as he battled for the lead. Benny.

It galled me that he looked so calm and comfortable. The guy hadn't even slept in like a real bed last night. He had gotten in late, from like I don't know where. And now he looked like a million bucks, running in a very fast 8K with guy from the Ivy League! For an asshole, I had to admit that he was really quite a stud.

As we neared the end of the race, I was holding my own, still in the lead group. But I was totally wiped out, spent from all the early effort to lead the pace. I was just hoping to finish, there was absolutely no way I was gonna have much of a kick on the last lap. Benny was running third. I think I was in about 9th if I was counting correctly.

On the bell lap, Benny took off, sprinting to the front. Two guys went with him. I willed my legs to go faster, but found that the extra speed was only keeping me in the same position; it wasn't moving me up like it was supposed to. Everybody else had found an extra gear to speed up as well.

When we crossed the line, Benny was first. I was eighth. Everyone on our team ran over to congratulate Benny. As he was giving Benny a hug, Todd shot me a look. Uh oh.

I collapsed midway down the track. It was the fastest 8K I'd ever run. I'd find out later that it was a PR for Benny as well. Quite a few of the guys set personal records. Maybe it was all thanks to me, after all, I'd been the rabbit out front there for the first half of the race, and gave us such a quick pace.

Benny stood over me while I lay flat on my back on the artificial track surface. I reached my hand up to shake his and he gave me sort of a sideways high five.

"Thanks," was all he said.

"Thanks?" I didn't understand.

"You fucking almost killed me, you jerk," Benny said. "What were you doing pushing us all so hard those first ten laps? Were you actually trying to make me lose?"

I took a deep breath and looked at him. The guy had just won his first college race. As a Freshmen! He should be totally ecstatic. Instead he was looking down at me, the guy who finished way behind him, and giving me a hard time about how fast I had gone out. What a freak!

"Congratulations Benny," I said. "You deserved it; you ran a great race,"

"Yeah, no thanks to you," he said as he walked away. "Don't pull that rabbit shit again!"

I lay there for a little while longer staring at the blue sky. I decided then and there that I was going to fuck Benny. I didn't care when, or how, or even if he wasn't even into me at all. I was going to fuck Benny. That's all. Big time!

The bus ride home was pretty uneventful. With the exception of Benny, who seemed like he wanted to talk about the race over and over again, there really wasn't a whole lot to say. Todd seemed like he was mad at me for not running the race plan that I was supposed to. Coach said his piece right after I got off the track, and I was told that I wouldn't be racing that way ever again if I hoped to hang onto my scholarship money. A few of the guys razzed me a bit, but then backed off when they saw that it really seemed to bug me.

Back at BU, we each walked our separate ways. I headed back to my dorm. To my crazy nudist roommate Alan. The wrestler. And that was a good thing. I didn't want to think about running track at all for at least a day! Maybe if I was lucky Alan would be on the floor doing pushups naked when I walked in. That would be a good thing.

I used my key to turn the lock on the door. Despite how used to it I'd gotten, having a college roommate who was totally hot and liked to exercise in the buff was still a total turn-on for me. I wondered what surprises Alan would have in store for me today.

Maybe he'd be doing naked pull-ups and I'd walk in and get a face full of Alan's cock. Maybe he'd be doing some goofy yoga move like upward dog and have hit butt in the air and I'd get a face full of Alan's ass.

No worries, it was all good.

I opened the door. Yup.

Upward dog.

Actually upward dogs! There were two of them.

Alan I had grown used to seeing naked doing calisthenics or stretching on the carpeted floor of our dorm room. He had a nice enough body, of course, but come on, he was my roommate! It's not like I could exactly just pounce on his penis and ravage him for hours. That would be too weird and awkward; we still had the rest of the year to get through!

Thank god for that!

The other naked upward dog on the floor of my room was Gage. The same ridiculously cute guy with the perfect porn name that I had met once, way back on that day in the gym when we had to get our physicals. We were both lost and couldn't find our teams. When he shook my hand, it had sent an electrical current directly to my genitals. It took me a while that day to recover.

Now ridiculously cute wrestler guy was naked on the floor of my dorm room, right next to my naked roommate. I sensed there were some interesting possibilities in my future.

"Oops, sorry" I said, "I didn't realize that you guys were..."

Gage fell down onto the floor as I opened the door and just lay there nude with his ass staring back at me. Alan had been naked in front of me more than he had been clothed in front of me, so he just stayed put, in upward dog.

"Oh, hey TJ," Alan said, grinning.

I nodded, apprehensively. There was a recording playing some goofy music from the boom box on Alan's side of the room. Sort of New Agey, punctuated by a very calm male voice.

"I think you met Gage, one of the guys on the squad with me."

Gage had fantastic green eyes that welcomed me in immediately despite the awkwardness of the situation. His sandy blond hair fell thickly onto his forehead. He smiled as he noticed me looking him over. His upper back was a symphony of cut muscles, and he had no waist to speak of. His butt, on the other hand, was a work of art. Hairless, round and over-muscled.

I swallowed hard.

"How's it going?" Gage asked very politely, his voice cracking.

I nodded again.

"Okay," I said. "It's going okay. I mean, what the fuck? I seem to have two naked wrestlers on the floor of my dorm room, doing yoga stuff."

I threw my bag on the bed and closed the door to the hallway.

"Of course everything's okay," I added.

"Yeah, sorry about that TJ, we were just doing some yoga moves. Coach says it's good for our flexibility," Alan said.

"Mmm, does he?"

"Yup," Alan answered.

"Does your coach say to do it in the buff?"

"Yup," both Alan and Gage answered in unison. Gage added a nod.

"Really?"

Now Alan nodded.

I shook my head.

"My track coach usually likes us to work out with clothes on," I said, laughing.

"It's good for being able to watch what your muscles do when you go into the poses," Gage explained.

"Mmm."

I stepped around Gage, lying prone on the floor on my side of the room. He scooted his hips to the left to give me a little more room. I couldn't stop looking at Gage's ass.

"Um, do you mind if we finish?" Alan asked.

Alan pushed the rewind button on the boom box. Gage got back into position. I stared at his butt, still amazed that one could look like that. My mind drifted away. Oh my god! I don't think I'd seen one quite like this even in a magazine.

"TJ?"

I looked at Alan's face and blushed. He caught me looking at his teammate's muscular glutes.

"No, of course, go right ahead."

"Thanks TJ," Alan said. "We should only be a little while longer."

"I guess I'll go down the hall and see who's around for a minute," I said.

"Why don't you go into the john and jerk off TJ?" Alan asked provocatively. "That should only take you a minute."

Alan cracked himself up and Gage managed only a half smile. It was never very nice to joke about premature ejaculation. Gage clearly knew the etiquette, and I liked him even more for it.

"Thanks, but I already got off today back at the hotel," I said, trying not to miss a beat.

Alan laughed.

"Mmm," Gage said.

Was he disappointed?

Alan blew air out of his mouth. "That's right! Your meet! How'd things go at Yale?"

I stepped again over Gage on the floor, this time brushing his leg with my shoe accidentally on purpose.

I opened the door to the hallway again. "You guys just finish, we can talk about it later, when you're done with your....poses."

I closed the door behind me.

I paused in the hallway and looked up at the ceiling, in the general direction of heaven. There were definitely advantages to having an exhibitionist for a roommate. I walked down toward the guys' bathroom, not even caring that my cock was getting hard again.

I might as well shower, I thought. That should kill a few minutes. I took off my clothes and lay them in a neat pile on the little plastic chairs they had outside of each of the stalls. I turned on the water and got in while it warmed up. There were some old shampoo bottles that were mostly empty on the floor, and I managed to scrape together enough from each of them to wash my hair and my body. The shampoo mix made quite lather, and I used some to lube up my dick and stroke myself a little.

Before I let things with my penis go too far however, I stopped playing with it and let the water rinse me off completely. I thought back to Alan's comment about taking just a minute or so to come. While I could certainly do that some of the time, I liked to think that I was pretty normal in that department, and I didn't want to jack off under the circumstances, especially when I had been pretty much dared to do it.

I dried myself off with my t-shirt since I didn't have a towel. I put my underwear back on, peeked into the hallway to make sure nobody was looking, then dashed back to my room carrying the rest of my pile of clothes.

Back in my room, the music was off and the wrestlers were no longer on the floor. Both of them had put on underwear and were sitting on Alan's bed looking at one of his books.

"Hey TJ," Gage said politely. "Sorry again about kicking you out of your own room. Thanks for being such a good sport about it."

"No big deal," I said. "It's like I always say, if you're going to do naked yoga with a friend, three's a crowd."

They both laughed. I took advantage of the opportunity to study Gage's front side. If possible, his chest and abs were even more cut than his butt. He was mostly hairless, but for a few fine scraggly hairs across his pecs and on the center of his chest. He had a classic 12-pack. I swallowed again.

All three of us were in our underwear. Mine were Jockey navy boxer briefs that had seen better days. Alan and Gage had on a matching pair. White and very high cut on the front of their thighs. The waist band said Calvin Klein in oversized dark black letters. Really? They had the same underwear! What were the odds of that?

I watched Gage's eyes follow me across the room. Either I was totally making it up, or that look lasted way longer than it should have.

Alan looked up from the book. It was some kind of wrestling how-to guide that I hadn't seen before.

"So, tell us already TJ, how'd it go? How was the meet? Did you have to run the 8K like you thought?"

"Um, well, I'd say it wasn't my best race ever. I finished eighth out of 17 guys. I got nervous and I went out way too fast. I had the early lead for like ten laps or so, then I just crashed. My legs had like nothing left at the end. I tried to kick it up a notch on the bell lap, but I just had no speed. Benny won."

"That red-haired jerk?"

I nodded.

I pulled on some sweats and a t-shirt and then I sat down at my desk and opened up my backpack.

"Sorry TJ, I know how much this race meant to you," Alan said.

And Alan did too. It had been all I could talk about in the room for the past few days.

He stood behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. He had on some sort of pouchy tight white briefs, not his usual style. His package brushed lightly against my back.

"Gage and I are headed off to the library in a little while. Thought we'd grab a pizza at Upper Crust and then try to get some work done tonight. Do you want to come?"

"Naw, I don't think so," I said, sorry immediately that I wasn't agreeing to hang out with these guys. "I got all my stuff here, I think I'll study here."

Alan gave both of my shoulders a strong squeeze. "Suit yourself," he said.

I looked out the window, and then set down to work. They remained on Alan's bed in their underwear.

Wrestlers!

After Alan and Gage left, I wandered over to my bed and lay down on my back staring up. I had loads of work to do, but couldn't quite get my mind to concentrate. I'd had an amazing night with Todd last night in the hotel room while Benny was outside somewhere. The guy was just so real. I admired him, he really seemed to know who he is, and he was totally unapologetic about it. Plus I loved his wiener.

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Alan woke me up when he came in. He was very loud, and very drunk.

"Shh," he said, when he saw me lying on the bed. "TJ is sleeping. Try not to wake him up." He giggled to himself.

I shook my head and smiled at him.

"I thought you had to study," I said.

He smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? Gage is a bad influence on me."

A few minutes later Alan was flat on his back on top of the covers of his bed, an Economics book lying open on his face. I heard the distinct sound of snoring under the pages, and I smiled.

I was bored, no longer tired after the unplanned nap. I flipped through the speed dial numbers on my cell phone until I came to the t's. I called Todd.

He answered on the second ring.

"Um, hi. Todd? It's me. TJ."

On the other end of the phone, Todd said hi back and asked what I was doing.

"Trying not to study. Trying not to fall asleep with a textbook on my face."

Todd asked if I wanted to come over. We could try not to study together, he suggested.

That was fast.

I immediately agreed, not that I required too much arm-twisting anyway. I was glad to hook up with Todd outside of our track life.

I took down Todd's address, hung up the phone, threw on some jeans and a cleaner shirt in something like two seconds flat, stuffed two pieces of cinnamon gum in my mouth, grabbed my jacket and headed out. Alan never even moved.

Todd lived on the top floor of Danielsen Hall, just down Beacon Street. He was a senior, a letterman athlete, and captain of the track team. He had made it, and he was entitled to a great room on a great floor in a great building. And he lived alone.

I knocked and the door opened before I could finish up my usual knock pattern.

Todd was wearing track shorts and nothing else. The lights in the room were out and he had a little candle in his hand in a shiny silver candlestick. Before I could talk, he grabbed my hand and led me inside.

I looked around as he closed the door behind me. It was decorated in total Todd. The place looked sort of like a mix between 80s pop culture and Malibu beach bum. I was awestruck.

"Wow," I said, quietly. "This place is great."

Todd put the candle down on a table by the door, then his arm steered me toward him. He kissed me with an open mouth. He tasted like Diet Coke.

Our tongues wasted no time finding each other. We picked up right where we had left off this morning before the race.

"Trident Cinnamon?" he asked when he came up for air.

I nodded.

"Diet Coke?" I asked with a smile.

"How'd you know?"

I shrugged and looked around the apartment again. Todd slid my jacket off of my shoulders and threw it in the general direction of the closet. Seconds later, he had my shirt off and was kissing my chest.

It tickled and I got the chills.

He laughed and drew me over to the bed. He had one hand on the back of my head, and the other down the back of my Levi's, outside of my underwear. I rolled on top of him. I was rock hard quickly and I pressed my erection against the light fabric of his shorts. He was just as aroused as I was.

Todd's fingers quickly found my butthole through the cotton of my boxer briefs. He pressed, and my front side gave a jolt.

"Aah," I said into Todd's mouth

"What?"

I withdrew my lips from inside of his briefly and repeated the sound. He smiled and rolled me onto my back. Without even unbuttoning the fly of my pants, Todd shoved my pants and underwear down to the middle of my thighs in one simple motion. My cock sprang free, and the air from Todd's bedroom felt cool around the moist head.

Todd cupped my balls with one hand and let his lips surround the tip of my dick. I struggled to lower Todd's shorts while being pinned beneath him. We continued to make out with our mouths, and I continued to make involuntary sounds, most of which Todd couldn't understand.

When I finally had his shorts down to his knees and felt the warm thickness of his penis against my lower abdomen, I broke one hand free and grabbed his dick. It was so wide at the top that my grip barely got around it. I let my hand feel the softness of the skin of his penis by stroking the shaft up and down, more for my own enjoyment that for Todd's.

"Aah," Todd said with a grin.

"What?" I said. And we both giggled.

He lowered his face down to my penis and took the entire eight and a third inches into his throat. Once inside, he kept it all in and allowed his tongue to paint the top of my cock with his saliva. The sensation was amazing, and I wriggled to half get away, half push him deeper onto me.

One of Todd's fingers pushed against my anus, and I gradually relaxed. I found myself lifting my butt into the air to give him all the access that he wanted. Todd took the cue and pulled my knees back like a wishbone. I straightened my legs and he held onto my bare feet. Todd's buried his face in the crack of my ass and began to lick and nibble at me. This wasn't something I was used to; it felt great and tickled at the same time. Gradually Todd spread my legs wider apart, and his tongue seemed to dive in deeper and deeper. Letting go of my foot, Todd's right hand stroked my cock as he ate out my ass. I writhed and bucked in total ecstasy until I was spent.

He wasn't through playing with my butt though. He licked his middle finger and slipped it inside of me.

It went in surprisingly easily. With his other hand jacking my dick, I was completely unable to move. I took a deep breath and tried to just let myself enjoy it. Nobody had ever made me feel this good in both of these places at the same time before. Todd's fingers pushed on my prostate and pre-cum flowed from the head of my hard-on like he had turned on a faucet.

"Aah," I said again.

After a few more minutes, I decided that Todd definitely had to fuck me. Right here, right now. The sooner the better.

"Um, do you have a condom?" I asked timidly.

"Um hmm," he said. "Why?"

"Because you have to put your dick in my butt," I said. "You have to make love to me."

Todd looked at me with a concerned expression.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure? Of course I'm sure," I practically shouted. "Stick it in there! I want to feel you in there!"

"Okay then," he said. He popped his fingers out of my ass and opened up the top drawer in the bedside table. He had lube and condoms ready for immediate use. Nice! Very convenient.

His hand was a little too slick, so it took two of us to get the wrapper off the condom. I sat up so I could see what exactly was going on. He dripped a little lube onto his dick, dripped a little onto his fingers, and then smeared his fingers between my butt cheeks. I grabbed my thighs and spread myself wide, spread eagle style, so that he could slip a lubed finger into my ass.

"You ready?" Todd asked.

I nodded emphatically.

"How do you wanna...?"

"Um, why don't I sit on you first?" I suggested. "You're pretty fucking thick, and I haven't done this a lot."

Todd eased himself onto his back and I flipped around so that I was facing him. I squatted over his cock as he held it upright with one hand.

Ouch!

Todd put some more lube on his hand and masturbated my dick with it as I eased onto his baseball bat shaped boner. After some effort, and a few misses, we finally managed to get his cock safely inside of my ass. He smiled up at me from the bed.

"Can we just hold it right here for a moment?" I asked. "Don't move a muscle. I just need to get used to it."

Todd nodded and kept jerking my dick. He drew my back toward him and we kissed. After a minute the pain went away and I felt myself begin to move up and down on top of him.

"Oh my god," I said. "That feels so fuckin' great!"

"Good," he said with a grin.

Every time I lowered myself all the way down the shaft of his dick I felt like I was splitting in two while at the same time getting closer and closer to shooting the biggest load of my life.

Todd pounded my ass from below with his big fat cock. As he shoved it in again and again, my own dick seemed to get harder and harder; each of his pumps into my skinny butt filled me up completely and made cock throb. It felt like he was jerking me off from the inside out.

"You realize you deserve this, don't you?" Todd said.

"I deserve what?" I asked, not sure what he was talking about.

"Me fucking you silly."

I looked down at his dark eyes, still trying to figure him out. "You mean...?"

He nodded. I smiled thinly.

"If Coach ever lets you race the 8K again, you better fucking listen to the both of us. Your race strategy was no strategy at all," he said.

I tried to protest, but Todd slammed his cock inside of me again. It knocked out my breath and I couldn't say anything.

"You almost messed it up for Benny and the others," Todd added.

I nodded and tried to make an apologetic face.

"Sorry," was all I could manage.

"Don't let it happen again," he said breathlessly, punctuating each word with an upward thrust into my poor behind.

I got a little woozy and held on for dear life.

"Okay."

He pulled me lightly by the ears until our faces were together again. He grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved our lips together. It was a passionate kiss, a little out of sync with the pounding he was giving me from below.

Did we really just have this conversation about my lousy performance in today's 8K race while we were making love? I looked into his eyes and he looked completely serious, so I pinched his nipples to lighten the mood.

He understood and relaxed. He grinned.

"I'm sorry, TJ," he said. "Probably not the best time, eh?"

I shook my head and pinched harder. He squealed and pulled away. I felt like I could cum in any second.

"Do you want to try it on your back?" he asked.

I opened my mouth and said yes silently. I felt a lightheaded and was grateful for the change of position.

Todd grabbed hold of my torso and we tried to keep his dick inside of me as we turned, but his baseball bat popped out despite its considerable length. The sound broke the mood but Todd drowned that out with a deep, rich kiss, his lips covering my mouth, his tongue reaching deeply down my throat.

I took a breath and Todd raised my legs up over my head, lowered his mouth to mine to kiss me again, and slipped the bat back in without even using his hands. He began to pump up and down into me in a slow, steady rhythm.

I pulled his back down until our chests pressed together, Todd thrust himself into my ass again and again and again.

"Aah, aah, aah," I yelped, and then I came in a sudden gush that took us both by surprise. Neither one of us was even touching my cock. We both looked down in amazement as stream after stream squirted out the end.

Todd kept fucking me until it was done.

Then he pulled out gently and slipped the condom off of his dick. I held his balls with one hand and pressed my fingers into that space between his scrotum and his ass. Todd stroked himself off in about 30 seconds. His cum joined mine on my abs and chest. My belly button was completely filled and spilling over.

Then we kissed again. I lay there like a log, unable to move, my butt feeling greasy and on fire, but good in a weird sort of way. Both of our dicks were still hard, mine throbbed up and down.

After a few minutes, Todd got up and got me a warm wet cloth and wiped up all the semen that I had collected. Then he lifted my legs and wiped between my butt cheeks.

When he was done, he threw the washcloth into the bathroom sink and then went to his little fridge and pulled out another Diet Coke. He popped the top and handed it to me. I drank down a big gulp, and then he did the same. He moved in to kiss me again; our lips were cold and soft.

"You taste just like Diet Coke," he said.

I smiled and closed my eyes. He put his head on my arm and we fell asleep.

 

[vampsrock1992]

i think todd and tj are gonna become a couple but im probably wrong caint wait for more.

 

[Craiger]

That was certainly intense, Spike. I have a feeling VR is right. Maybe not in a monogamous way, however. TJ likes dick too much to belong strictly to one. And, I can't imagine Todd wants to handle just one guy as well. Besides, there's Gage coming up the rear.......lol Also, remember, TJ promised to fuck Benny sometime....

Craiger

 

[Kyanimal]

WoW!, Spike! Where the Hell have YOU been all of my Life??

Just discovered this story, the other day, when my weird work schedule was kicking in! From your first description of TJ, on the beach, I was HOOKED! Stayed up longer than I should have to read three chapters, butt, I've finally found the time to "catch up" the rest of the way!

AND, You've got two more stories going? DAMN!, Dude!! I've not yet gotten to those! I feel like I'm in Overload!!

TJ, and Everyone else, is so Fucking INCREDIBLE!! I can TOTALLY Relate!! And, I can only wish I had been as uninhibited as He is when I was His age!!

You "read" with such Ease! That takes some incredible Talent! All I can say is THANK YOU!!! I have to agree with Craiger on ALL Points!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

(Yeah! "REALLY!")

 

[Nairahtnas]

OMG! TJ needs to fall in love and be a couple with Alan!!!WHO'S WITH MEH?!

 

[Nairahtnas]

It would be great if someone developed some sketches or found some pics online that help give more embodiment to the characters....

 

[2008spike]

PART 9

For the second morning in a row, I woke up in Todd's arms.

I blinked myself awake, grabbed hold of Todd's hands and squeezed them into my chest. I felt warm.

I can't remember the last time I'd been this comfortable. Except for the fact that it was Monday and I had a class this morning at 10, I sure would have like to just stay like this all day.

I felt Todd's cock stir a little bit behind me. I wondered whether or not we had time for another go. Todd kissed my neck.

"I guess you're awake," I said softly.

"Mmm," he said. "Sort of. I'd say your great little ass woke my dick up first. My eyes came later."

I smiled and pushed backward into him. He responded by wriggling his penis between the cheeks of my ass. I lifted my hip up to let him know what I was hoping for. Todd took one arm from around my waist. With the hand free, he was able to guide his cock straight into me. There was a little pre-cum at the tip that allowed him to slide inside, but not very much.

"Yow!"

Todd pulled out right away.

"Ooh, sorry, are you okay?"

Reflexively I moved my hand back to block any further entry.

"Wow, I guess it's a little sore this morning."

Todd kissed my neck.

"That's okay baby," he said. "We don't have to do that again right now."

I exhaled. My butt did kind of ache a little.

"How about 20 minutes? Do you think you'll be okay by then?" Todd giggled, and so did I.

I twisted around inside of Todd's arms until we were facing each other. I kissed him on the mouth.

"It's your fault," I said. "If you weren't so big and thick, then we could just do it again and again."

"I think they call that 'party size,'" Todd explained.

I nodded.

"Yup. They do. And you're not."

He frowned.

"Well, that's a good thing, right?"

"Yup. I like your big weenie just fine just the way it is," I said. "You can fuck me again, don't worry. I just need to wait like..."

"Twenty minutes?" Todd asked again.

I pursed my lips and nodded. "Um, yeah, that should do it."

Todd's hands found my hard-on and he tugged on it with both of them. "In the meantime..."

"Um, captain, I've got class at 10," I said.

"Don't worry Freshmen, I've got one too. You'll be on time, I won't make you late."

For the next half an hour, Todd sat on my chest and gave me an incredible blow job. He took breathing breaks to stroke my cock with his hands, and then dove back in with his mouth wide open. Somehow he managed to deep throat me and get most of my balls inside his mouth at the same time.

"Wow," I said when I finally exploded in a fantastic orgasm. "You had me on the edge there for like forever. I can't believe you did that to me for so long!"

Todd ignored my comment and licked his hand. "Mmm," he said. "Food. I think we need some."

He was right. I was starving.

I reached around his runner's thighs and grabbed hold of his thick dick.

"Don't you want me to...?"

"Yes, more than anything in the world," Todd said. "But you know, technically we're here to get an education. We've both got classes in like..."

He looked over at the clock radio beside his bed.

"Fuck!" Todd said. "In like 20 minutes!"

"Uh oh," I said.

"Uh oh is right."

"I need a shower," I said.

"I need food," Todd added.

"I really need to wash my butt," I said.

We both scrambled up and off of the bed. We stood there not sure which way to go next.

"I have Cheerios," Todd said.

"Good," I said. "I'll jump in the shower, you get the Cheerios."

"Done."

I jogged over to Todd's bathroom. It was so nice not to have to leave the room and go down the hall to take a shower. I let the hot water run over me for a minute before I remembered that we were in a hurry. Todd pulled back the shower curtain and pushed a spoonful of cereal through for me to eat.

"Thanks," I said with my mouth full.

Todd fed me an entire bowl of Cheerios in the shower while I scrubbed myself clean.

I got dressed in my clothes from last night. Todd let me use a pair of his underwear. White Calvin Kleins. I felt instantly extremely sexy once I pulled them up over my cock. They were snug everywhere but in the pouch in front, I especially liked that.

I brushed my teeth with my finger and water-styled my hair. Then I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself, the finished product of spending the night in Todd's room, without even a change of underwear. I made a face. I looked like the dog's breakfast.

Todd caught me checking myself out and smiled.

"Good enough for government work," he said. Then he grabbed me by my belt loops and pulled me out the door.

We were the only ones in the elevator.

"I feel like a skank," I said.

He laughed. "You are a skank, Freshmen."

I pursed my lips and stared at the floor. Before the doors opened, he kissed me good-bye. Full tongue.

We went our separate ways once we were outside.

It's a good thing we were runners, I hated to be late to any lecture. I was five minutes late to class, but it could have been a lot worse.

I had a break after my 10:00 and went back to my room to put on some fresh boxers and grab my backpack with my stuff. My roommate Alan was not there, for a change—I was pretty sure he had classes on Monday mornings too—but there was a note. It read:

Hi TJ. Stopped by after the library to see if you wanted to grab a beer. Sorry I missed you. Hope you're having fun, wherever you are. Let's make time this week. Take care. Gage

Really?

Gage wanted to have a beer with me?

I stuffed my laptop in, zipped up my pack, and headed out for my next class. I smiled to myself as I made my way down the stairs, into the lobby and then out the door.

Gage the wrestler wanted to have a beer. Gage the ridiculously cute wrestler.

On the way to my 12, I suddenly realized that I'd forgotten to get new underwear after all and was still wearing Todd's. Oh well.

My Mondays were pretty packed, I had four classes and a TA discussion. In between I went to the library and tried to concentrate. But my head was spinning after reading the note from Gage and I needed to figure out what to do with him. Plus Todd's underwear was a constant reminder that I had been a bad, bad boy last night; my butthole still felt like it had been jack-hammered.

At the end of the day, I didn't actually head back to my room at Shelton Hall until after 6 pm. Pretty much the entire day, I'd just gone through the motions. I paid attention during my lectures and took good notes. But every time caught myself in the reflection of a window, I thought of the fact that I hadn't shaved and that I was fucking my team captain. Er, rather, he was fucking me. Every time I sat down in class, or at the study carrel in the stacks at the library, I was reminded that I had on somebody else's underwear.

And every time I thought of Gage I got a hard on. Quite a day.

The last time I'd seen Gage he'd been wearing underwear that was identical to Alan's. Was it possible that they went shopping together and just happened to buy the exact same type? Or was it just one of those funny wrestling team unity things?

No matter. I'd sure like to wear Gage's underwear.

On my head.

Alan was naked in the room when I finally walked in. He was doing jumping jacks, facing away from the door. Of course he was doing naked jumping jacks.

"Hey," I said, throwing my back pack onto the floor beside my bed.

He stopped bouncing up and down and turned around.

"Oh...hey TJ," Alan said. He was out of breath.

I flopped down heavily onto the top of my bed.

Alan turned around and looked at me. I didn't really want to talk so I closed my eyes.

I felt Alan's eyes on me but tried to ignore him.

"Well?" he asked.

I took a deep breath. "Well what?" I said with more than a little attitude. I knew exactly what he wanted to know about.

"Well, roomie..." he sang out. "What the fuck happened to you last night?"

I kept my eyes shut and thought about Todd's baseball bat dick thrusting in and out of my ass. Should I tell Alan the truth? This was college after all, an institution of truth and knowledge.

I blinked my eyes open. Alan had moved closer to my bed, his penis within licking distance of my mouth. I stared at it for a moment. His pubes had partially returned, Alan was clearly not doing a job keeping his private parts neat and tidy.

"Um," I started.

Alan bent over and squeezed my chest in the general vicinity of my nipple.

"Yow!" I squealed. "Cut it out!"

He squeezed me again. This time he hit pay dirt.

"Alan!"

He smiled and sat down on the edge of my bed. He was sweating and his bronzed Texas skin glowed in the early moonlight from outside. He smelled nice, sort of a concentrated version of his brother Alex. I felt my dick stir inside my pants and absently stuck a hand in my pocket to keep myself from getting a full-on erection.

"Talk TJ," Alan commanded. "Where the fuck were you last night? It's not like you to sleep someplace else, right?"

I had an idea. A broad grin swept over my face. With my free I cupped Alan's chin and pushed in on his cheeks.

"Were you worried about me, boychick?" I said in my best Jewish mother accent.

Alan wriggled his face out of my grasp.

"TJ, we've been roommates for a few months now. We care about each other. We tell each other everything. You've met my family for crissakes. I think we owe it to each other to keep the other guy updated when we're not fucking coming home at night," he said.

Aww. He was worried about me. How cute.

He put a hand on my chest. I started to push it away but realized he wasn't going to pinch me again. He was just going to leave it there, just like someone else might put a hand on your shoulder to show you they're concerned about you. With Alan's family I guessed, the boundary lines were just a little bit different.

He looked at my eyes. They seemed a little glassy. Was my tough little Texas wrestler roommate going to cry?

"It was no big deal," I said quickly, not wanting him to cry over something like this. "I went over to Todd's to talk about the race. You know he's the captain of the team, right? And well, things just got later than we thought, and so I just crashed out on his couch."

"He has a couch?"

"Um, yeah, he's a senior. It's his own place. No roommates. The couch was fine."

"And what was the deal about not calling me just to say you weren't coming home?"

"Um," I said. His eyes were still glassy.

"I'm sorry, you're right, I should have called. By the time I realized how late it was, well, it was sort of too late to call. I thought you'd be asleep."

Alan pursed his lips and nodded.

"Next time just make sure you call," he said.

"Okay, I will. I'm sorry."

He got up off the bed and started doing some pushups on the floor. I watched him. This was weird.

When he finished his pushups, he rolled onto his back and lay nude in the middle of our floor.

"We broke up," Alan said, his voice cracking.

"What?" I said. I sat up on the bed immediately.

He looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes. He nodded.

"She said it wasn't me, it was her," he said.

"What?" I asked. I hadn't caught up yet. The whole reason that Alan had come to Boston University was to be with his girlfriend from back home in Texas. He follows her all the way here and now she cuts him loose!?

Tears streamed down his face.

I looked around the room for a box of tissues to hand him, but we didn't have one. He wiped his face with his bicep.

"Gage and I met her at Upper Crust," he said, referring to a local pizza place a few blocks away. They had good pizza, but it was an awful far walk.

I got off my bed and sat on the floor cross-legged. Alan put him arm over his eyes.

"I just can't believe it TJ," he said, his drawl more pronounced than usual. "I really thought she was the one. We even talked about getting engaged. Thought we'd have ourselves a typical southern wedding, you know, on a big ranch. Cowboy hats. Bridesmaids in big dresses with petticoats."

"Petticoats?"

He smiled but kept his arm over his eyes. I looked at Alan's cock. It was just the two of us in the room. He was naked and totally exposed on his back on the floor. His eyes were covered and he couldn't see what I was staring at. Perfect opportunity.

"I was gonna ask her Daddy for her hand this Christmas, right when we got back to Dallas."

I didn't know what to say. I put my hand lightly on his chest, careful to avoid his nipple. That seal had been broken and it seemed like the right thing to do.

"What am I gonna tell my folks?" Alan asked. He sniffed back some tears.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe it's not really over. Maybe she'll call you back tonight and...."

Alan put his hand on the shaft of his dick and held it firm.

This was a fine mess I had gotten myself into.

I had one hand on his chest. He was undressed and lying bare-ass naked. He had hold of his own penis. I now had about a three quarter erection. And he was crying. If I was truly a good human being I would have been coming up with better words of encouragement and would not have been concentrating quite so hard on Alan's cock.

"Naw. She won't TJ. I know her. Once she makes her mind up, that's it. She's a strong woman. There's no way she takes me back."

Once again I didn't know what to say. We both just sat there breathing for about a minute. He sobbed lightly. I moved my hips to try to break my dick free of some strange twist Todd's underwear had me in. Alan kept hold of his weenie, I watched carefully and convinced myself that it was harder and longer than it was before.

"Fux," I said.

"Fux," he repeated.

I could feel the pre-cum from my own weenie ooze freely. A drip passed from the top to the bottom of my thigh.

We both just kept breathing. Alan seemed to calm down.

Alan removed his hand from his dick. It was definitely harder. Maybe not a complete 100% boner, but definitely bigger and thicker than when he put his hand there in the first place. It looked a lot like his younger brother's dick. I shook my head. WTF?

While I was lost in my own daydream, Alan took the arm away from his eyes, but kept them closed. They were sort of red and puffy. He grabbed my hand that was on his chest and held it.

Okay.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly. "Is there anything I can do?"

Alan shrugged his shoulders. His hand gripped mine more firmly.

I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

Alan's whole body seemed to relax. A thin smile came over his face.

"Thanks roomie," he said. "I just..."

"Shh," I said in a whisper.

He relaxed more. His chest went up and down rhythmically and our hands went with it. I glanced at his dick. It was totally hard now, and pulsed with each of his heartbeats.

This was very confusing. Did he want me to touch it? I was paralyzed.

Alan's hand reached back down and took hold of the shaft of his cock again. Then he opened his eyes and looked up at me. I gave him a smile, but I had no idea what to do next.

"I think those jumping jacks gave me a woody," Alan said.

I let my eyes dart quickly to his penis, lying on his belly and pointing straight up to his face. I gave him a little half-grin, and then looked away.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Jumping jacks."

The moment passed and Alan hopped up off of the floor. He stuffed his hard-on into some jeans and the two of left the room. We slammed down some mystery meat in the dorm cafeteria downstairs. Not a word passed between us about his girlfriend breaking up with him. A half hour later we were both sitting at our desks and studying.

Just before bed, Alan spoke up again.

"Did you get that note from Gage?" he asked me.

I hesitated.

"Um yeah," I said. "He said he wants to grab a beer."

"You should," he said. "He's a really nice guy. You'll like him."

"I will?"

Alan nodded.

"He's just like you. He's pretty hung too."

What? My jaw dropped.

Alan switched off the light. I covered myself up and tried to sleep, but couldn't. Soon, I heard Alan's rhythmic breathing; apparently he could sleep. But me? Forget about it. I couldn't just hear a bombshell like that about Gage's dick and then fall right to sleep.

It took forever, but I finally did. With a hard-on.

Later in the week, I mustered up the courage and called Gage to see about having a beer with me.

"Oh hey TJ," he said when he picked up.

Gage was so good looking, even his voice sounded cute.

"Hi Gage. I got your note the other night, thanks. I'd love to go grab a beer. What about this Friday night?"

"Well, that might work," Gage said. "We've got wrestling practice Friday afternoon, and then I'm supposed to hook up with Alan to work on some new moves. We could meet back at your guys' room in Shelton if you'd like?"

"Um, okay. Shelton Hall then. Great! I'll see you Friday after practice."

He hung up and I sighed. I hadn't apparently taken a breath during our entire conversation.

When Friday came I was a little nervous. My class schedule was light so I hung out in the library until it was time for my own practice. Running. That would probably help, I thought. Todd was there of course, but today both he and Coach were working with the sprinters. Us middle distance guys were on our own. All told, I put in about 10 miles, most of it behind the group. I was glad when we were done. I showered up and jogged lightly back to my dorm.

Gage was already there with Alan when I opened the door.

They were facing away from me, standing over at Alan's desk and looking at a wrestling book. Both still had their red and white wrestling singlets on. I swallowed hard and walked in.

"Gentlemen," I said.

"Oh hi TJ," Gage said, turning his head and looking directly at me. He smiled.

"You guys were supposed to be practicing I thought," I said.

"Yeah," Alan said. "We're pretty much done."

"Oh."

Gage stepped toward me and gave me a high five. His body was perfect. The tight fabric left very little to my imagination.

"We're sort of exhausted," he said. "Practice was crazy today. Coach was in a bad mood or something. I don't think either one of us has anything left."

Compared to what I was used to with him, Gage's blond hair was kind of a mess. His eyes somehow seemed more intensely green than normal. I wanted to hug him.

"Um, well, if you're too wiped out, we can take a rain check on going out," I offered weakly.

Gage spoke immediately. "No, no, no, I'm fine."

He faced me and grabbed both of my shoulders with his strong hands. An unmistakable look passed between us that sent a chill down my spine.

Alan kept looking at the page in his wrestling book and chuckled. "Just go easy on him TJ," Alan said. "After today's workout, even you could wipe the floor with either of us."

"Hey!" I protested.

Gage nodded and smirked. "It's true, my muscles are done. It's a little sad actually."

Gage looked at his bicep and tried to flex. "Ow, ow!"

I laughed and tossed my pack onto my bed. "Man! I thought I was a wastoid. We ran a little over 10 miles and it was all I could do to keep up today...but you guys..."

Gage sat down on my bed and rubbed his thighs. He shook his head.

Hmm.

"Do you guys need like, I don't know, a rub down or something?"

Gage fell backward onto my bed at an angle, his head on my pillow. He smiled. His teeth were so white; the room seemed a little brighter.

"Well, actually, yes, I have to admit, that would be fucking great," Gage said. "I'll pay."

Alan and I both laughed.

"Trust me, TJ would pay you," Alan said.

Gage giggled and I gave Alan a look.

Gage flipped himself over on my bed so that he was facing down. He tugged the shoulder straps from his singlet off and slipped them off of his arms completely. His back was bare and smooth. His muscles seemed like some example from an anatomy textbook. I felt my underarms start to sweat.

"Um," I said. "Should I get some lotion or something? I'm not sure I have anything."

"Second drawer, far left," Alan said. "Just behind my socks."

I followed my roommate's instructions and pulled out an industrial size jug of Lubriderm. It was just over half full. If my memory was right, I hadn't seen Alan use this before.

"That stuff's great," he said. "My brothers turned me on to it."

Really?

"Anything's fine," Gage said, his voice muffled by the comforter on my bed. "I don't care if a homeless person turned you on to it. Just put it on me."

"Um," I said. "Now?"

He lifted his head off the bed and looked at me with disbelief.

"Yes, TJ, now. If you're gonna give me a rub down, I would really like one now." He set his back down. "Please!" his voice was muffled again.

"Okay," I said still a little unsure of myself.

I squirted some of the white liquid into my hands, rubbed them together, and then kneeled down on the floor beside my bed. As soon as I put my hands on Gage's back, he started to moan lightly. I didn't know if I was hurting him or if this was a good thing. His shoulders and upper back were tight so I moved my hands in small circles and pressed down lightly. Gage moaned more.

Alan laughed again and turned to face us.

"Would you guys like me to leave?"

At the same time, I said 'no' and Gage said 'yes.' I shot Alan another look and he shielded himself with a cross of his fingers. As I moved around Gage's back, some spots were really tight and he would twist and wiggle as I pressed.

"You're pretty good at this TJ," Gage said into my bed. "I'll not only buy the beer tonight, I'll buy dinner."

I smiled and started to protest. But then thinking about my sad empty wallet, maybe that would be all right after all. "Yeah, we runners are all hands," I joked.

I could see the one corner of Gage's mouth curl into a grin. "Uh huh, I heard that," he said.

"More like all penis," Alan said.

"Alan!" Gage and I said in unison.

Gage closed his eyes and I kept massaging his back.

Alan pointed in the general direction of my crotch and then made a masturbation gesture with his hands; the invisible dick his hands stroked in mid air was the size of a tree trunk. I shook my head and kept working on the half-naked wrestler sprawled out on my bed. Alan lay back on his bed and studied the pages of his wrestling book.

"I'm next," Alan said.

I looked over at him and rolled my eyes. Gage moaned again, more loudly than the others.

"Sorry."

When I got to the bottom of Gage's back, I hesitated before slipping my hands under the red fabric of Gage's singlet. To do so would have placed me in direct contact with his ass. He sensed my reluctance.

"Go ahead. It's okay. You'd only be like the tenth guy today to put their hands on my butt," Gage said.

"Ten? More like twenty!" Alan corrected. "I still can't believe what we had to go through today. Coach was a maniac!"

Gage slid the singlet and his jock strap lower and they slipped over his hips. He let them rest in the little notch above his thighs where his butt cheeks ended. I put more Lubriderm onto my hands and tried to act very official and businesslike as I cupped Gage's ass. It felt like steel, like my dick would be in about three seconds.

"Wow," I said involuntarily. "This is pretty tight."

"Mine's tighter," Alan said.

"No fucking way," Gage said.

Alan laughed.

"That's no possible," Alan said. "My butt's from Texas, we are all tight asses out there. Especially in my family. It's just good genes."

Gage opened his eyes and looked across the room at his teammate. My roommate.

I pressed a fist into one of Gage's glutes and he shivered. "Ahh!" he said.

"I think I found something," I said, proud I could find a knot in this solid rocky mass of Gage's ass.

Alan laughed. "Probably a wrestling shoe."

I shook my head. "You're pretty fucking funny today," I said. "Why don't you put down your book and come over and help me out. Your wrestling buddy here is in pretty bad shape. He could use an extra pair of hands."

Alan looked up at me quizzically.

"You know, team unity," I taunted.

"Trust me; I already know every bit of his pussy little body."

"Good," I said. "Then you'll know which muscles need help."

"It's fine with me," Gage said, his voice muffled into my comforter again. "The faster we finish, the faster we can shower and go get some chow."

Alan sighed and stood up.

"Okay then," he pointed at Gage. "Take off his singlet. If we're gonna do this, let's do it right."

Gage rolled over part way and glared at Alan. Then with one hand he pulled his singlet the rest of the way down his legs.

"Just like the ancient Greeks, right Gage ol' buddy?"

Gage chuckled and nestled his hips into my comforter. The fact that he was grinding his dick into my bed was not lost on me.

"Gimme some of that cream, I'll show you how to give a proper rubdown," Alan said authoritatively.

I handed him the jug and he slicked up his hands. Somehow I was just a very interested spectator in this whole exchange.

"Aah," Gage said as Alan's hands dug into deep into Gage's ass cheeks.

"Relax dude," Alan commanded. Alan let his fingertips wander awfully close to the center crease of Gage's butt.

Gage scooted off the bed a little bit and raised his backside up a little higher into the air. Both Alan and I were provided with an unobstructed view of his cherry. Gage's scrotum popped out and fell down the side of my bed.

One more pass with Alan's hands caused Gage's balls to jiggle.

"Aah," Gage said again. "Easy tiger."

I blushed and shook my head. I officially had my own hard-on.

Alan manhandled Gage's rear end, and then spread his legs so that he could have access to the inner part of Gage's upper thighs. As he rubbed lotion in that Neverland, I was certain I would absolutely cream my pants.

"Are you going to help, or what, TJ?"

"Um, well, I guess. Sure." I said hesitantly.

I glopped on some Lubriderm and placed them delicately on one cheek. Alan was applying a lot more pressure than I was, and each time his fingers would slip into the crease of Gage's ass, Gage would let out a moan.

Watching my roommate give a butt rub to this ridiculously cute teammate from the wrestling team was just about as much as anybody should have to bear without spurting off a huge load. I couldn't take it! The whole scene had gotten me so horny it was all I could do not to whip out my weenie and shove it right between Gage's titanium thighs!

Gage opened his eyes and studied my face. I kept my eyes glued to the action on Gage's backside and refused to meet his gaze.

How did I get myself into these situations?

Alan swept both of his hands broadly across Gage's ass, his finger tips sliding across his butthole. As Alan's hands moved south from Gage's but to the inner part of his upper leg, Alan couldn't help but to give Gage's nut sack a twang.

"Aah, aah," Gage said again.

"Oops," Alan said with a smirk.

"You touch my balls again Texas boy and you're gonna be sorry," Gage said.

I thought to myself. Can I be sorry too?

With that Alan took hold of Gage's scrotum and pulled hard.

"Yow!"

Gage sat up quickly and tried to grab his teammate. I moved aside as Alan jumped away.

"Dude!"

Alan and I stared at Gage's penis. It was hard.

Gage followed our gaze toward his privates. He smiled. "Oops. How'd that happen?"

I shrugged my shoulders. Alan pretended to block his eyes with hands.

"Well, you guys were sort of touching my butt, you know, right in the center there," Gage explained. "I guess it just, well; I guess it turned me on."

Gage was making no attempt to hide it. In fact, he seemed to be getting harder while we watched. He was trimmed, not completely shaved. His dick was good sized and nicely proportioned, I noted with satisfaction, and his balls were free swinging below.

"See, TJ, I told you he was hung," Alan said.

"Um, yeah" I said. "He sure is."

Gage grabbed his dick with both hands and stroked the shaft for our benefit.

"Dude! Do you really have to do that?" Alan shrieked.

"Dude! Chill!" Gage echoed his friend. "Like you said, I'm hung! I'm proud of it, you know?"

I smiled.

"It's not bad," I said, immediately sorry the words came out of my mouth.

"Not bad?! My dick is not bad? Are you kidding me?" Gage grabbed the base of his dick again and squeezed. His cockhead swelled up and turned red.

"Whoa!" Alan said. "Okay, okay, I'm impressed. Can we all just put our penises away now?

"No," I said.

"No?" Alan asked, surprised.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my own hard penis. Alan and Gage stood silently. Alan's mouth opened wide. Gage smiled from ear to ear. He mouthed the word 'wow' without making a sound.

"You see? I'm hung too. Gage isn't the only one."

"You're damn right," Gage said. "That's a monster!"

"Um, it's eight and a third inches," I said calmly. My dick was still sort of awkwardly caught in my underwear so I fixed it and let it free.

"Eight and a third? Who measures in thirds?" Alan wanted to know.

"Me," I said. "I do. It's more than a fourth, but not as much as a half. It's a third!" I said happily.

Gage and I stood in the center of the room with our cocks out, pointing up toward the sixth floor. We looked at Alan.

"Your turn," we said in unison.

Alan shook his head. "Unh unh, no way, not me. My dick will stay put, thank you very much."

Gage and I looked at each other. A silent agreement passed between us.

"Take em off, Alan," Gage commanded. Sitting on his bed, Alan pushed himself back toward his wall. Alan shook his head and put his hands in front of his crotch.

"Dudes!" Alan shouted. He looked at me.

Please! Like the guy didn't totally love to be naked in the first place!

"Take em off, Alan," I repeated. "Or we'll take them off for you."

Alan looked at the two of us. Gage and I looked at each other, and I took another peek at his hard-on. Neither one of us had lost an inch.

"All right, all right, I'll do it," Alan said. He held an arm out to keep the two of us away from him. Then he slid his singlet off. To nobody's surprise, his dick was not soft.

 

[2008spike]

Thanks for all the great comments.

 

[Craiger]

So, is TJ finally going to play with Alan? Are the three going to play or are they just going to look at each other? Looking forward to finding the answers in the next chapter.....lol Thanks Spike.

Craiger

 

[Kyanimal]

After that chapter, "Animal" isn't soft either!

Though "He's" probably more along Alan's size, "Animal" has never let a chance to "show off" pass him by!

THANK YOU!, more than I can say, for this story!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[2008spike]

Thank you.

 

[Drumlargan]

Great story. Keep it up just like my cock is when reading it.

 

[lovaboitoy2]

yummmmy hot chapter I love it!