Freshman Year

[2008spike]

Joey and I were baking in the California sun. Any kind of cool wind off the water was nowhere to be found. Yes I had put on some sun block. But it was no match for the mid-day sun angle. If this kept up, I would have second degree burns on every part of the front half of my body that was not covered by my OP board shorts.

I thought about flipping over but decided against it. No reason to broil the back half of me too.

Joey was bronzed and god-like and did not seem to be bothered by the temperature and the searing ball of fire above us. I licked my lips to try and get some perspiration to the inside of my mouth. Mmm, salt.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of ice cream.

It didn't help.

I held both hands up to block the sun, the shadows on my face. Then my palms got hot. Fuck!

I sighed and turned my head to look over at Joey. Make sure he had not spontaneously combusted. Despite the fact that my core body temperature was already at medium well, I wasn't quite ready to get up off of the towel and pack everything up yet. No way! After all, I didn't think I was going to have many beach days like this anytime soon for the next four years. But it was still hot enough that I had begun to wonder about burning up and evaporating into the blue sky.

I moved my elbows back and sat up part way. I put my sun glasses on and looked out at the Pacific Ocean. It looked cool and inviting, the perfect fix for my hot, sizzling soon-to-be-burnt-to-a-crisp thin little lobster body.

I looked over at Joey again, lying quietly on his white beach towel. His already deeply tanned Italian skin glistened with a fine layer of sweat. Not too much though, every time a little drop would form the hot sun would suck it right up before it had time moisten his skin.

Joey's chest went slowly up and then slowly down with each relaxed, easy breath - the fine dark hair that I'd been trying to get lost in all through this last summer before college - Joey's chest hairs were like old friends to me. Old soft friends.

I opened my mouth to say something to him, but then stopped. What if he was sleeping? I'm about to practically explode from the heat and he's snoozing right beside me in his Speedo.

Maybe I should just lick the nipple closest to me. How could anybody sleep in this heat anyway?

I sat up a little higher off my elbows now and took stock of our toes. Joey's were symmetrically balanced strong, baby Italian sausages, spread just enough that I could see the surf from in between each one. Football players' feet. Starting fucking quarterback feet. 18 year-old, almost 19-year old Italian Stallion sexual dynamo with the really, really thick weenie feet. My own mostly straight Roman fuck buddy with a dick for days who stood on such firm generous, perfectly sculpted feet that would surely cause Michelangelo to break a sweat.

Next to Joey, my own runner's feet looked like they'd been run over by a lawn mower.

Relatively short and stubby to begin with, I'd been pretty rough on my feet lately and they'd gotten blistered and shredded.

Running, running, running. Every day I'd been training, slogging mile after mile with the silly school-boy dream that I could run my way into an athletic scholarship. Even though I'd gotten into every university that I applied to, my grades were pretty notch, I still wanted the one I couldn't have.

After a wait that seemed like forever on the waiting list, my number one choice, Harvard, turned me down cold.

So, I ran and ran. Maybe if I could cut a half minute off my 800 time, or grow a jet engine out of my ass, I could impress the track team at the only college that had turned me down. Maybe Harvard would come knocking on my door and offer me an athletic scholarship.

Even after lettering in track all four years at Apple Valley High, I had never trained like this. Stairs, hills, off-road. You name it, I did it. All fucking summer!

From the ankles up, my body was a rock. My butt was harder than it had ever been, my thighs firm and toned like nobody's business. But then there were my feet, my poor, poor feet! Maybe the Harvard deans would know a good podiatrist I could visit to cure my aching feet! In the past few days, I really had cut my times way down. Over the weekend, Joey clocked me with personal records in the 3000, the 1500, and even my dreaded nemesis, the 800!

Bring on Danny Leeman! After eating Danny's dust for years, I was absolutely certain that I could take him now. His brother David too! The Leemans were off to Oregon, that track Mecca of the west. They left to go up last week.

In a few days, even Joey would split for northern California. He'd be a Freshmen back-up at Humboldt State, not exactly a football powerhouse but then Joey's grades in high school didn't give him a lot of options.

I had exactly one week to finally make up my own mind. Stanford: partial academic scholarship and a so-so chance at making the track team, but just a short drive away from Joey at Humboldt. Or Boston University: full ride, pretty good chance of running track, but thousands of miles away from my family and my Italian personal blow-job machine.

I fixed my eyes on the mound of thick cock in Joey's Speedo. I felt my lips moisten, my nipples wake up despite the searing heat.

Even flat on his back and totally relaxed, Joey's cut abs formed little mini-mountains of muscle. I'd spent a lot of hours this summer riding Joey's ski jump dick, my own penis bouncing happily on his abdominal moguls. Two or three times I came first while Joey fucked me, my spooge sloshing about in the deep hollows of his abs.

I looked down at my board shorts and watched my cock lengthen.

Some sixth sense woke Joey up and he blinked his eyes open, stretching his arms over his head. As he did, the black fabric of his Speedo lifted up off of his lower stomach and I was treated to a glimpse of his thick dick.

Joey smiled at me.

"What'cha doin'''?"

I took a breath before I answered. "Just looking, I guess," I said.

He tussled my hair with one hand as he rose up to a sitting position.

"At me?"

I nodded.

Joey glanced around the beach. There were the usual assortment of hard-core weekday beach people. Moms with dozens of kids. A few overly tanned California beach bums, some of whom had surfboards or little portable chairs. Here and there a group of college or high school students. With his closest hand, Joey squeezed my nipple as he flashed open his tiny bathing suit so that I would see that his cock had stretched out to semi-hard.

I recoiled.

"Jesus Joey, we're like on a public beach here," I protested.

He smiled and squeezed me again. He shifted to his side so that I could get a better view of his growing hard-on.

I looked around for something to throw over Joey's mid-section. I found an empty Diet Coke can and stood it up carefully right beside Joey's hip, partially blocking the boner behind it. He giggled.

"What is that supposed to be?" he asked. "A comparison?"

I laughed.

"Don't flatter yourself, big guy," I teased. "You're big, god knows, but I don't know about a Diet Coke."

Joey opened up his Speedo again and held it that way to judge for himself.

"Joey!"

I sat up cross-legged, vainly trying to keep anybody from seeing Joey's enormous hard dick. I didn't think that we should get arrested and have to be bailed out by our parents just before we left town for college.

"I'll give you a dollar if you lick it," Joey taunted me.

"A dollar?"

"Just the tip, come on, a dollar! You know you want to."

I took a deep breath as I drank in his magnificent member with my eyes.

"Joey, shit!" I said.

Without using his hands, he made his cock bounce. I watched transfixed, Joey's erection was at full staff now. Pre-cum glistened at the end. I held my hands in front of it so that just in case anybody was looking over at us...

Half of me wanted to get up and run. The other half wanted to jump his bones right here in broad daylight. I reached into my shorts and readjusted my own hard dick, straining against the fabric of my bathing suit.

"All right, five dollars," Joey said. "And you don't even have to go down on it all the way."

"That's very nice. Thank you very much, but I don't think so" I said.

Joey snapped his Speedo shut.

"You're tough," he said. "But at least I know I'll get my way with you later."

"What does that mean?" I asked, hoping I already knew the answer.

The moment passed and I let out a big sigh. I lay back down and squinted my eyes against the sun. Anybody who was looking carefully at the two of us could clearly tell that we were just a couple of guys on the beach with hard-ons.

"I think you need to sit on my dick. And I think I need to sit on your dick. And I think we need to do it really soon."

I laughed and nodded to the sky.

"Okay," I said. "I'm in."

I turned my head and looked over at him, turning darker and more olive just as I turned pinker and more crustacean.

"Just shut the fuck up about anything to do with sex until we get off of this beach, please!" I said. "I'm absolutely roasting my ass off here and I desperately need to go into the water and cool off."

Joey flipped over onto his side and spoke to my crotch.

"Go ahead," he said. "It's not like you're wearing a Speedo like me."

I glared at him.

"I don't think I've ever been so hard my entire life," I said. "My dick is every single bit of eight and a third inches even if you start measuring from the crack of my ass. I'm not getting up!"

Joey laughed and rubbed my penis with the back of his hand.

"Don't touch it!" I whispered as loudly as I could.

Twenty minutes later, when I was beet-red from the sun, my cock had finally softened to a more beach-friendly five inches or so and I dashed off quickly and jumped into the waves.

When I came up and rubbed the salt water out of my eyes, I saw Joey sitting up watching me with a grin. Nobody else seemed to be looking so I took the chance to grab hold of my crotch, Roseanne Barr style.

Joey cracked up and lifted himself off the towel. He adjusted the tiny bit of fabric that kept him from being completely naked and began to walk slowly toward me.

My eyes watered at the sight of him. Joey the quarterback striding into the water as the mid-day sun back-lit his hunky profile. The vision passed right through me and landed directly in my penis.

I exhaled as a wave slammed into me from behind. I tumbled forward in that fantastic helpless feeling of being inside the surf and landed somehow upside down at Joey's feet.

He had a concerned look on his face. "You okay?"

I smiled and hopped back up, turning to dive again into the waves. He followed me. This time I kept swimming, heading out past the waves. My sleek runner's body sliced through like a knife while Joey had the misfortune of having to drag all those giant muscles. He was no match for me and I came up outside the surf a full 15 seconds before he did.

I was a good 50 yards from shore and far enough away from the crazy screaming kids on the beach that it had become eerily quiet.

I treaded water and waited for Joey. He was paddling away with his head above the bouncing waves, taking on ocean water.

"How'd you do that so fast?" he asked, breathlessly when he reached me. I felt his hand on my ribs.

I shrugged.

"Maybe I'm part sea monkey," I offered.

Joey grinned and more water entered his mouth. "More like sea horse," he said. "Don't forget I've had your cock inside me quite a few times."

Under water we tried to hang onto each other while our feet paddled maniacally below so we could breathe. He drew me toward him and kissed me with an open mouth. My body relaxed and allowed his salty tongue to explore my throat, my arms held on to his waist for dear life.

Joey put a paw behind my head and effectively locked our lips together to keep out the ocean.

Only the whistle of a lifeguard got us to stop. We looked toward the shore but couldn't tell if he was whistling at us. Joey smiled and edged away from me.

A moment later Joey had his Speedo around his neck. I swam closer and tried to find his dick under the water. My left hand found it and grabbed hold. I tried to stroke it up and down but the tide was too choppy and I wound up socking him in the balls.

"Hey," he said. "Be careful with that thing, I just have the one."

"Sorry," I said, letting go.

"So is that why you like me so much?" Joey asked. "My big, thick Guido dick?"

I nodded. "Especially when you plow my tiny little runner's butt with it."

"Good," he said. "Let's go do that."

Joey pulled his Speedo over his head and struggled to put it back on. He coughed and spit when a particularly big swell smacked him right in the face.

"Let's not drown, okay," I said. "I would really like to get fucked this afternoon."

Joey's face fell. He looked really serious and I saw his eyes well up. He nodded his head toward the beach and headed in. After we swam a little ways back toward the shore, Joey stopped and turned toward me. Our feet still couldn't make good contact with the sea floor, but we could bounce up and down with the incoming waves.

He turned and looked at me. His eyes were red. Could he really have been crying?

"TJ," he started.

"What?" I asked gently.

He looked away. I reached my hand over and put it awkwardly on his shoulder. When he turned back he pursed his lips.

"Is this it for us?" he asked.

"What do you mean, 'is this it?'"

"You know, are we done? Was this just a once-in-a-lifetime thing? A high school crush?"

I looked at him closely. Deep down, he knew that I was probably going to take the full scholarship and move out to Boston. I knew it too.

I didn't know what to say.

"I mean, it's cool if it is. You know, if we're finished. I didn't really think that what we had was forever or anything. It's just that, well I don't know, it's just that I've gotten kind of attached to you."

"Me too," I said feebly.

"It's like, when we started doing this, I didn't really know where it was headed. I didn't really know that we'd even do it more than once."

I smiled.

"I'm glad we did," I said. "It's been fucking amazing."

We took few steps in toward the beach and we could stand on the bottom now. The waves came at us from behind and pushed us forward. I watched Joey's body slowly emerge from the ocean, first his shoulders, then his chest, his mid-section. We stopped again.

"Do you think that maybe, just maybe, you know, that you..." his voice trailed off.

"That what?" I asked, pretty much knowing exactly where he was going with this.

"You know, do you think, well? Do you think that maybe we love each other?"

I looked up at the beach. I said nothing and shrugged.

"TJ?" Joey looked at me, his deep brown eyes as big and gorgeous as I'd ever seen them.

I smiled and put both of my hands on the upper part of his chest. I didn't care who was watching us from the shore. I didn't care about anything else at all. I just cared about this moment, this time at the end of our summer. At the end of our high school love affair. This short moment in time before we would go to college and probably go our separate ways.

"Yes," I said suddenly.

"Really," Joey said with his best puppy dog smile.

"Yes," I said again. "I think we do. I love you at least."

Joey's lips widened and his perfect white teeth sparkled in the sunshine. "I love you too. I have for a while I think," he said.

This time my lips found his. I moved toward him and locked my arms around his neck. I kissed him ravenously, my mouth encircling his, and wrapped one of my legs around his thighs. I forced his head down my throat. He responded with his thick muscular hands around my waist, our separate bodies merged into one upright pile of flesh. I don't know how long we kissed for, but we separated when we heard the whistle of the lifeguard again. This time there was no doubt about it, he was whistling at us.

"Get a room," he shouted from the top of his lifeguard perch. "Take it off the beach guys, we've got a lot of families here," he added.

Joey and I turned and held hands as we walked in the last few feet toward the shore. We gathered up our towels and stuff and practically sprinted back to the car. There was still unfinished business to attend to.

Back at Joey's house we wasted no time getting naked. Not that there was really so much to take off anyhow.

"Who's first?" I asked stupidly as both of our erections sprung free from our sandy bathing suits.

"You are," Joey answered.

"I am what?" I asked, unsure exactly what I had just agreed to do.

"You are going to sit on my cock while I kiss you and get you off," he said.

I hesitated for half of a breath, thinking over whether or not I wanted to have him make love to me first, or maybe the other way around.

Joey sensed my indecision and responded by using my upright erection as a handle and yanking me toward him. With his other hand he got the lube from his bedside table and deftly squirted a long stream of into onto his own dick. He sat down on the edge of the bed and maneuvered me onto him so that we could face each other. My knees bent around the outside of his hips, his hands held my waist.

"Go slow," Joey said. "I could shoot cum up your ass in about 30 seconds and I don't wanna finish so fast."

"Well that's good," I said, "neither do I."

I eased down onto his thick hard-on.

In a very short period of time, he fucked me every possible way I could think of. Joey did cum pretty quickly, some squirting deep inside of me and some shooting out and onto my back. As he slid out of me in mid-orgasm, he stroked my rock-solid eight and a third inches with both hands with the desperation of wanting me to cum just as fast.

I did, and Joey licked his hands clean.

Maybe Joey was starving like I was, or maybe he just thought it was hot - like I did. Whatever. It was the first time he'd done that. I watched him finish every drop of my semen.

"I need food," Joey said.

I kissed him and tasted the mix of beach and the sweet bleach of sperm.

"Let's get food," I said. "Do we have to put our clothes on?"

He thought for a moment and then walked over to his closet and pulled down an unopened box of crunchy granola bars.

We ripped it open and shoved them into our mouths, both of us still standing beside his bed. The best I could do was just two bites, but Joey managed to polish off one in just one bite.

Somehow watching Joey deep throat a granola bar was practically the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life and my dick started to stretch out again.

Joey noticed and grabbed it. His hands occupied, I helped him with the wrapper of another granola bar and then fisted it into his open mouth. He was about to bite down about 2/3 of the way up the bar when I suddenly pulled it out. I stuck it in mouth, moistened it, sucked off the excess saliva and placed it carefully on Joey's tongue. As his hands expertly guided my cock back up to full boner-hood again, he opened his lips as wide as he could and I managed to put the granola bar exactly onto his tongue and not touch any other part of his mouth. One of his fingers found my asshole and slipped inside.

I eased forward to try and kiss Joey as he chewed the granola bar, but that didn't work. We both laughed and he spit little tiny raisins and almonds all over my chest.

I fell onto the floor giggling and his finger popped out of my butt with a funny sucking sound. This made us both laugh even harder and Joey joined me on the floor. He was laughing and chewing and trying really hard not to spit anything else out of his mouth. Finally I relaxed on my back and he snuggled in beside me.

After a moment, he leaned over me and licked the granola bits off of my chest. He became a licking machine and slathered me from the neck down to my pubic hair with his very strong, very wet tongue. He wound up at the base of my cock, stroking the end with his hand and then licking around the base like it was an ice cream cone.

"I think I need ice cream too," he said.

I raised my neck off the floor and gave him an evil eye. "You're going to have to wait at least another minute or so," I said. "I need to slam my dick inside your butt and I intend to do it right now Mister!"

"Um, well, okay, captain," Joey said sotto voce. He raised his ass in the air and spread his cheeks for me to see deeply inside. "Private Joey reporting for duty."

"That's better, Private," I said. "Turn around so I can see your face," I commanded.

Joey instantly flipped over and looked at me with an obedient expression.

"Sir?"

"Sit on my giant wiener, Private."

He looked skeptically at my hard on and pointed to it.

"That giant wiener, sir?"

"Yes, Private. And do it right now. Do you understand your assignment?"

"May I have ice cream after you are finished fucking my ass, Captain?"

I grinned.

"Do a good job my young Italian stud muffin and you may have as big a cone as you'd like," I answered.

"I will sir," Joey said. "I promise I will!"

We were both giggling as Joey sat squarely on my dick. He closed his eyes as his asshole gradually let me enter him. He bounced up and down for 15 minutes, his cock slapping my abs with a thud. Joey's long dark hair bounced too and I extended my arms out to grab hold of my huge chest and squeeze his nipples. Drops of Joey's pre-cum splattered all over the front of me.

Every minute of so, Joey leaned down to kiss me and I'd lift up my hips just a bit so that my cock would not fall out of his butt.

When I came for the second time in an hour it was as if I'd never done it before in my life.

My neck flexed back away from my body, my arms fell flat on the floor in a sort of gay crucifix, my abs contracted, my dick got harder and longer and my toes curled, some of them up and some of them down.

"Aaaagh!" I said very quietly.

Joey smiled and came at the same time. Neither one of his was touching his thick cock when he did. On Joey's second orgasm in less than an hour, he shot a straight line from my belly button to my neck. I rubbed my fingers in it and stuck one in my mouth, one in his.

"May I have ice cream now, sir?" Joey asked after we had both calmed down a bit.

I smiled and took his head in my hands and we kissed.

"Let's go," I said. We put our bathing suits back on to go over to the main house and into the kitchen.

In a few days he was gone. He left for northern California to try and be a football hero in college just as he had been with me at Apple Valley High.

For myself, I did finally decide to go to Boston University.

I was sad to be going so far away from home, but excited for my new adventure. And I was going to keep running. After all, Harvard was just across the river. Maybe I could be the academic hero in college that I had been at Apple Valley High? Maybe I could run the fasted 800 in the history of college track?

After a long cross-country flight I checked in at the dorm office and received my room assignment. Room #412 in Shelton Hall. I heard music inside as I slid my key in the lock.

I knocked first and then opened it up. On the floor was a guy doing push-ups in the nude. Facing away from me, he didn't hear me come in at first.

I set my bags down quietly and cleared my throat.

"Ahem," I said.

He stopped his exercises and twisted his head around to look at me.

"Hi," I said. "I'm TJ."

He smiled and stood up.

"Alan," he said. "Nice to meet you."

"Um, yeah," I said. "Nice to meet you too. I guess we're gonna be roommates."

"Yup," Alan said. "Welcome to BU!"

 

[Craiger]

Hey Spike,
Welcome to the story forum. Great story. I felt all the emotions that TJ and Joey were going through. The erotic and the sad. It's always hard to break up such a bond of that magnitude. Each one knowing that the future is taking it's toll on their relationship. Distances can play the game one way or another, but usually the separation seems to be final. It would be interesting to hear further events in TJ and Alan's lives and also Joey's. I hope you might consider continuing.

Craiger

 

[inthecloset]

Welcome Spike!

You have yourself a great start to a potentially great story here. I love how adorable TJ and Joey are together and hope Alan isn't going to get in between them. Oh well, you'll just have to keep writing so we can find out what happens!

Hope to read more from you soon.

Much Love (from a fellow writer),
- ITC

 

[SayWhat]

I'm totally into this story already! Can't wait for more!!

 

[2008spike]

Thanks for the response. I'll post part 2 sooner than I thought then.

 

[2008spike]

Not seeming to mind that he didn't have even a stitch of clothing on, Alan held the door open while I wheeled my stuff into the room.

So this is how it was going to be. I had been looking forward to college with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

But a totally naked roommate? Fuck yeah!

I looked at the nude guy standing in front of me grinning at all of my luggage. He was short, really short, had to be less than 5'5". He was blond. From head to toe. Mmm. He was thin like me but definitely more muscled. He had more chest hair and stomach hair and pubic hair than I had seen in a while.

I carefully kept my eyes away from his penis. I mean, come on, I'd known him all of about 15 seconds!

"So how was your trip?" Alan asked suddenly, interrupting the once-over I was giving him.

I looked at his eyes, they were green. Just like Andy's. Like little emerald marbles.

"My trip?" I asked.

"Yeah, your trip. Where'd you come from?"

I paused and tried to remember. Alan's voice was high pitched and had a distinctly southern accent to it. My mind flashed to George Bush. Republicans!

Uh oh.

"My accent a little too much?" he said, politely, slowing down the words so that I could understand him better. "I get that a lot. I'm from Dallas. Dallas, Texas. Home of the Cowboys!"

"Cowboys?" I asked, wondering what on earth he could be talking about.

Alan smiled from ear to ear. His white teeth caught the sunlight and sparkled.

"Football, buddy boy! Don't you all have football where you're from?" With one arm, he playfully smacked my chest, his hand landing squarely on my left nipple. I wasn't really well-balanced and I fell backwards a half-step.

"Actually we don't," I said. "Just high school and college. I'm from Apple Valley." "Apple Valley?" Alan asked. He crossed his arms and put one hand under his chin. "Where's that? I thought everybody had football."

"Um, Apple Valley is in California, sort of between LA and Vegas. There are no pro football teams anywhere near us," I explained, trying to sound like an authority on the subject.

Alan nodded and seemed to think about this.

"Oh yeah, right. The Rams left. The Raiders left. Now all you guys have are the Trojans and the Bruins."

I scrunched up my eyes and tried to remember who the Trojans and Bruins were. I really had no idea. "Um, yeah," I said. "Just the Trojans and Bruins, that really sucks."

He motioned over to the bed behind me. "That's your bunk, mine's over here."

I looked behind me at the sad little twin mattress and box spring.

"Okay." I said. Then I looked at his. He had already made up his bed. There was a patchwork quilt on top and a brown pillow. Sitting in the middle of the pillow was a stuffed penguin. He saw me looking at it.

"Don't mind my penguin, y'all," Alan said. "Sort of a good luck thing for me. It's from my girlfriend."

"Okay," I said.

I tossed my backpack onto my mattress and began to look around the room. There were two little Formica desks attached to the wall by the window. There were two very small closets on either side near the door and each of us seemed to have a shelf above our beds. Mine was barely hanging there on the bracket. Alan's seemed secure and he had placed some books and framed pictures on it. There was one picture of Alan sitting on the lap of some girl and there was another of a big family of people wearing cowboy hats.

"That's my girl, ain't she a peach?" Alan said, pointing to the picture of himself sitting on a young red-headed woman.

I stepped closer to have a better look. He looked like a dwarf next to her.

"Her name's Annie Sue," he said with another big grin.

I smiled. Of course it is. How big is she actually?

"She's from Texas too."

Of course she is. We don't name our people things like that out in California.

"Really?" I said, mustering as much sincerity as I could.

"That's why I'm here, actually. She goes to BU as well. Sophomore."

"Hmm," I managed.

"We're fixing to get married one of these days," he explained. "Maybe once we graduate."

I backed away and sat down on my bare mattress. It squished down about 6 inches under my weight.

"Yeah, not the best," Alan said, noticing my grimace. He shrugged his shoulders and I caught a glimpse of his penis for the first time as it bounced up and down in its nest of pubic hair.

On the small side. But then that probably made sense. Everything about Alan was on the small side.

Alan lay back down onto his own bed like it was a trampoline. There was no bounce though and his head hit his brown pillow with a dull thud.

"I just figure they don't want us sleeping too much anyway," he said. "We're supposed to go to class and study and drink beer and party our asses off. Who's gonna have time for sleeping?"

I looked over at Alan lying on his back nude, the entire length of him stretched out over just three fourths of the quilt. His body was cut, in all the right places, but he wasn't a mass of muscle like Joey had been. A very distinct tan line separated his abs from his hips, and then started up again just above his knees and went down to his toes.

In the untanned section of him, Alan's white penis sprung up out of his pubes and made a hard right turn toward my side of the room. Seemed like maybe it was on the long and slender side, like my old buddy Andy's, but it was a little difficult to tell through all that hair without getting a bit closer. Oh well, maybe another time...

"So do you play football?" I asked, giving him the benefit of the doubt. I had read someplace that everybody in Texas played football.

He chuckled and sat up on his bed.

"You bet! I'm a quarterback!"

"No!"

He nodded his head and laughed out loud.

"Well, look at me," he said.

I did. He was tight as a drum.

"Actually I wrestle. I don't have a scholarship at BU, but I'm definitely going to try-outs."

"Really?" I asked. I knew absolutely nothing about wrestling. "Free-style or Greek?"

He laughed again. "Actually I'm free-style. But I believe the term is Greco-Roman."

"Really?" I asked again, this time giggling myself.

"I would do sumo if I could," Alan said.

I squinted my eyes and tried to imagine little Alan in the ring with a 500-pound sumo wrestler.

"I'd just wedge myself between his legs, shove my little head right up his ass, and he'd jump right out of the ring in like three second!"

We both fell back on our beds laughing.

A few minutes later, I looked over at Alan, still lying naked on his quilt, staring up at the ceiling.

"Um, Alan, if you don't mind me asking..." I started.

He looked over at me with raised eyebrows.

"Aren't you a little on the small side for a wrestler too?"

He sat up quickly on his bed. "I wrestled 125 in high school, but I'm fixing to do a bit more growing, cowboy," he said. "Figure when I'm done, I'll be at least six feet or so."

I looked at his tiny frame.

"Um, okay, that sounds good."

"Hey," Alan said. "Don't be fooled by my pint-sized stature. I'm the sixth of seven kids in my family and I'm tough as a bull. Had to be. I had four other brothers!"

"A bull?"

"Shit yeah, cowboy, a big fucking, bucking rodeo bull!"

"Um, okay."

We both stayed on our beds for a few more minutes. I alternated between thinking about where I should put my stuff and thinking about the naked roommate lying just a few feet away from me. Is this what college Freshmen were supposed to do? Get to know each other from the ground up? On the first day?

Finally I got the nerve to ask. "Um, Alan, what's the deal with doing push-ups in the nude? I mean, do you actually have any clothes?"

Alan sat up again, this time covering up his privates with his little hands. He got off the bed and grabbed some work-out shorts from his desk chair. They were white and speckled with those tiny black dots and had navy stripes down the sides. "Sorry TJ, I should've put these on right away, I'm really sorry man. What a jug-head I am!"

I watched Alan as he turned away and slipped the shorts over his feet and quickly tugged them up to his hips. I got a great view of his hairless ass as he bent over.

Hmm. Body hair on the front side but nothing on the back side. That didn't make sense. I made a mental note to ask Alan about this curious phenomenon a few months from now when we knew one other a little better. Were his brothers the same way?

Once he was more presentable, Alan turned around and smiled at me.

"I'm really sorry, TJ, I didn't mean anything by it. Really."

I shook my head. He was awfully cute. A tough little Texas spark plug, and blond to boot! He reminded me a little bit of my friend Andy from home, maybe combined with the cut pecs and abs of Joey. He certainly had Andy's attitude.

Alan probably was pretty tough, having to grow up in Texas and with all those brothers. I thought of what it might be like to live in a house with so many dicks and balls. I'd probably choose to be naked whenever I could as well!

Alan's white shorts had obviously seen better days. They were pretty scruffy with tiny rips on the waistband and even one just in front of his cock. All things considered, the shorts covered him up but they didn't leave much to the imagination. He might as well not have had them on at all.

This kid may not have even realized it, but he was a walking and talking sex toy. All contained in a tidy package just aching to beg my forgiveness and let me fuck him in the ass!

"No biggie," I said. "It's not like I haven't seen guys without their clothes on before. You know, locker rooms and all that."

Alan's face relaxed and he smacked me in the chest for the second time. This time it stung a little. I got the idea that he really was all muscle underneath his munchkin exterior.

"Oh really," Alan drawled. "Did you play sports in high school? In Apple River?"

I smiled. "Apple Valley. And yeah, I ran track. They are giving me some money to run for BU also," I said. I thought I shouldn't brag that the university had offered me a full athletic scholarship. I suppose it was still possible that I'd break my pelvis while I was pounding Alan's little behind and I'd never see one penny.

He socked me again.

"No shit!" Alan said. "That's just great!"

I grinned. What could I say?

"Golly!" He whistled, stretching the word out by a few seconds. "A full ride! Hot damn, you must be one hell of an athlete! Track! Which events?"

"Middle distance," I said.

Alan whistled again. Perhaps he needed a bit more detail. "Mostly the 800 and the mile," I explained. "And if they force me, I might even consider the 3000, but I sort of hate that event."

He looked up and the ceiling and absently dug one hand into his shorts. I watched his hand disappear. This seemed like much more than a casual scratch. "What's your best time in the mile?" Alan asked.

"4:22," I said. "Which nearly killed me."

"That's really motoring, cowboy!"

I laughed. "Yeah, and then I had to sit down for three hours."

Alan laughed too.

The rest of the afternoon Alan and I spent getting to know each other. He helped me put away my stuff. I helped him look through a catalog of Math classes and decide which one might be right. Alan had absolutely no idea what he was going to major in and seemed to look at college classes as something to be endured. In the end, maybe about four years from now, they handed you this nifty diploma and then you went out into the world and made a ton of money. Exactly how he was going to fill the time between now and the end of our college career seemed to strike Alan as an inconvenience.

When all my stuff was in order and Alan had settled on a pre-calculus course for non-Math majors, I announced that I was going for a run.

As I pulled some shorts and a tank out of my drawer, Alan settled onto his bed and grabbed hold of his penguin. Once I was undressed and standing just in my underwear, I pretended to pause and study the waistband of my shorts.

"Man, you are a runner! Look at you, roomie! Thin as a rail, with long tight leg muscles to boot!" Alan said.

Involuntarily I blushed.

"Yeah, I sort of overdid it a bit this summer," I said. "I ran my ass off trying to wrangle a scholarship or something out of Harvard." I shrugged my shoulders. I turned and faced Alan who was lying on his bed clutching his penguin to his forehead like a horn."In the end, they turned me down," I explained. "That's why I'm here."

"Harvard, huh? You must be pretty smart," Alan said.

I shrugged my shoulders again and slid my briefs down from my hips. Alan's eyes were still glued to me and I half-turned, sort of out of modesty, sort of because roommates shouldn't just flaunt their cocks around each other, I thought.

At least on the first day.

In the end, Alan's green eyes never strayed from me. Standing there naked just a few feet away from him, I shifted around a second or two more than necessary. I knew from all the weenies I'd seen in high school that I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was a grower, not a shower, but still...

I watched Alan out of the corner of my eye as I pulled on my socks and laced up an old pair of running shoes. Not my favorites, I didn't want to get them dirty yet and I had no idea exactly where I'd be running.

When I was ready, I turned to face Alan and gave him a smile. He was still clutching his penguin and had its beak in his mouth.

"So...skinny roomie," Alan started. "My parents are in town with my little brother and we're going to grab a bite to eat in a while. Do you want to come with us?"

I looked at Alan's green eyes.

"They're all real nice," he drawled. "I'm sure they'd love to meet you. They asked me about a thousand questions about who you were when we all saw your name on the roommate list. Of course, I had no frigging idea. But that didn't stop them from pestering me to death anyhow."

"Great," I said. "I'd love to come to dinner. It's not like I have any plans or anything. Thanks for the invite."

Alan tossed his penguin into the air and caught it behind his back.

"Sure thing, cowboy. You'll like them just fine. And at least they'll get to know you, see who's gonna be sleeping just a couple feet away from their precious darling boy."

"Okay, darling boy," I teased. "I'll be back in a while. See ya'"

"See ya'"

I ran for about an hour along the Charles River, back and forth to Cambridge across some bridges that seemed to be conveniently placed just for my use. Just a light easy run since my legs weren't too sure of themselves yet. I passed about hundreds of other runners, some of whom looked me up and down and waved, some totally ignoring me. When I got back to the room I opened the door and wasn't totally surprised to find Alan on the floor. Doing exercises again.

Naked.

"Good run?" he asked, not missing a sit up.

"Yup."

I tossed my shoes across the room, wriggled out of my sweaty clothes, and grabbed my towel. Walking out the door, I stopped.

"Um, do I need shampoo and stuff or do they have it there?" I asked.

Alan popped up instantly to a standing position. "You gotta bring your own." He picked up a zip-loc bag and handed it to me. "Here, roomie, use mine."

I looked at the bag.

"Are you sure? I mean, I can go to the store tomorrow and get some stuff."

Alan smiled and pushed the zip-loc into my abs. "Take it."

He still had no clothes on and was standing only about eight inches away from me. For the first I had an appreciation for how short he was. The top of his head was just about as high as my nose and his eyes only came up to my neck!

"Thanks." I said and closed the door behind me.

The showers were single stalls with dividers that ended about a foot and a half above the floor. There were little dressing cubes in front of each stall, and each one had a flimsy curtain hanging down. It wasn't exactly private, but it wasn't exactly public either. I considered my options and chose a stall down toward the far end. From what I could tell, at least two other showers were in use. There was a dark-skinned guy in a towel standing in front of one of the sinks shaving.

"Hi," I said as our eyes met when I passed by.

"Hey, how's it goin'?"

I nodded and kept going.

Safely inside my shower cubicle under the warm stream, I closed my eyes and folded my arms across my chest. I stood there for a minute or so and let my thoughts run free.

Most of the time when I showered I thought about Joey. After all, he and I had met in the showers back during senior year in high school. I was really going to miss him this year. Too bad we had to be going to college on opposite sides of the country.

As I shampooed my hair I let my thoughts drift to Alan. I grinned to myself as I pictured him naked doing crunches on the floor, his fuzzy little body glistening with perspiration and a very determined look on his face.

A quarterback and a wrestler. Two very different athletes!

Joey was all raw muscle and big Italian bravado. Everything came easy for him.

Alan, on the other hand, probably worked a lot harder to get his body to where it was. Unfortunately the poor Texan was never born with the genes that Joey had. But Alan still seemed pretty cut, pretty strong. Wrestlers probably had to work out constantly.

I soaped myself up. First my chest and arms, then my abs, back and butt.

Washing up my dick and balls always gave me at least a semi-hard-on. Actually, just thinking about Joey and then my new roommate pretty much had me there already anyway.

The slick lather felt good on my cock. I closed my eyes.

With one hand I stroked myself up and down, while with the other I fingered the outside of my ass. It didn't take very long at all that my boner stretched out to every bit of eight and a third inches. I tugged on my nut sack and felt a little pre-cum ooze out from the top of my shaft.

At this point, jerking off was a foregone conclusion. Who cares if this was my first shower ever at college? With just a thin nylon curtain between my rock-hard erection and the rest of the guys in Shelton Hall. I mean, come on! Show me a college Freshmen who did not actually do this!

"TJ, you in there?"

Fuck!

It was Alan.

"What?"

"Which one are you in?"

"Um, I'm in here," I said.

"Where's here?"

Did he mean to join me? On the first day? What kind of balls do guys have in Texas? Geez!

I looked around for something to hold in front of me. Something to hide my hard-on. I picked up the shampoo bottle and positioned it in front of my crotch.

"Down on the end," I said, quietly.

The shower curtain swung open from the top. Alan stood outside the curtain peering in. His towel was around his neck and he had nothing else on.

Of course.

In less than a second, my cock went from rock solid and pointing straight up to the sky to semi-soft and pointing straight in front of me.

Alan looked me up and down. There could have been no doubt for him what I had been doing. He grinned.

"Shampoo, cowboy. Can I have it now? It's the only one I've got"

Our two sets of eyes look down at the shampoo bottle I was holding feebly between my legs. I gave him a half-hearted smile and handed him the bottle.

"Thanks, works pretty good I reckon?" he said.

I shrugged and he closed the curtain.

Back in our dorm room a few minutes later, we both chose blue jeans and polo shirts. Mine was navy, Alan's was white. Probably to show off his tan. As I stood up to put on a belt, Alan studied my crotch.

I watched his eyes linger on the bulge my dick in my Levi's. They were a fairly old pair and the little hump my package made had caused the fabric to lighten up a little bit. After a moment, Alan must have seen me watching him. He raised his face and looked me straight in the eyes.

He nodded to my groin and pursed his lips.

"Very nice," he mouthed, without making a sound.

My mouth dropped open, and the moment passed.

We were pulling on our socks when there was a knock on the door. Alan bounced up off of his bed to open it.

Alan's parents and his younger brother (the 7th of 7) all came in to our tiny room. Both his mom and dad were short like him, but clearly something extraordinary had happened to Alan's younger brother.

His name was Alex, and he was tall and muscular and looked like something out of a muscle work-out magazine. Alex had blond hair like Alan, but that was about where the resemblance stopped.

It was as if the parents knew that Alex was going to be their last kid and their very best genes came together to make something extra special.

"Mom, dad, Alex, this is my new roommate, TJ," Alan said.

"We're very pleased to meet you," Alan's mom said. She gently shook my hand.

"Yes, nice meeting you TJ," Alan's dad said. He grabbed my hand with his big Texas paw and nearly crushed it.

"Hey," Alex said. He looked into my eyes and then gripped both my hand and my forearm all at once.

I was putty.

After a few minutes of small talk, the five of us left for the restaurant. I positioned myself strategically, walking in the back so that I could steal glances at Alex's ass. It was perfect. He wore tight white cords that showed off the muscles in just the right away. I was totally awestruck and couldn't get enough of the guy.

Please let him be eighteen!

I chatted amiably with the mom while the three Texas men(?) walked ahead. I didn't really know where we were all going and I didn't really care anyhow. I knew I just had to get my hands on my roommate's brother. Somehow.

"So TJ, do you play any sports?" Alan's mom asked me.

"Um, well, I run," I answered. My eyes were glued to the Texas butt-fest in front of me and I was incapable of uttering two syllable words.

"You run?" she asked. "Really?"

"Yup."

Alex and his dad had on matching red Boston University t-shirts that they had clearly just bought. Probably hours ago. Alex filled his t-shirt out as if it was painted right onto his body. It looked fantastic and stopped at the very top of his pants. When Alex would raise his arms a bit while he was talking, the tiniest sliver of skin could be seen peeking out between the two.

On the other hand, Alex's dad was pretty good looking for a dad too. His red shirt seemed a size or two larger than he needed but there was still a hint of the strong muscles underneath. He wore blue jeans like Alan and I. Wrangler. Come to think of it, his ass was not too shabby either. I made a mental note to look at the front of him more carefully once we sat down to eat.

Holy smokes! What kind of crowd was I getting myself involved with here?

Dinner was steak, and it was really, really good. Despite the lust I was feeling in my heart—and in my dick—for my new roommates younger brother, I discovered that I was totally starving and I slammed every last bit of my food in no time flat.

So did Alan. So did Alex. Bless 'em both!

Somehow I managed not to drool on my plate looking across the table at Alex. Thank god for that! Everything about him was so damn sexy! Even the way he chewed turned me on. It wasn't too long after we sat down that my cock took over and I sat there with an uncomfortable hard-on through the majority of our meal.

After the plates were cleared and the server set down dessert menus in front of us, Alan's dad took hold of my forearm.

"TJ, Alan says you've got a full track scholarship. That's mighty impressive, congratulations young man!" he said.

I smiled. "Thanks. I happened to run like the race of my life the day the BU recruiter came out to see us."

"That's quite remarkable, your parents must be very proud of you," Alan's mom responded.

"I ran a 4:22 in the mile. Then I collapsed in a heap on the track," I explained.

"Was that a PR?" Alex asked.

His voice was hot and smoky and thick with sexual innuendo. Alex hadn't said that much during dinner, letting everyone else do the talking. But now we were on a topic that struck home for him.

"Yup," I said, back in one syllable mode.

"What else do you run?" he asked. He had green eyes like his dad and older brother, only he seemed to be wearing contact lenses that gave them an extra sparkle. "I mean, beside the mile."

"What?" I asked.

"What other events do you run?"

"Um, the 3000," I said.

"And the 800," Alan added helpfully. "Didn't you say you ran the 800 too?"

"Um," I said.

Alex rescued me, and I fell in love with him immediately.

"The 800 is brutal," Alex said. "I used to run it too."

"Oh?" I asked, raising my eyebrows about a mile and a half. "You run track?"

"Alex has been All-State for the last 3 years," his dad explained. "Now he's focusing on the pole vault."

"The pole vault?" I asked.

The image of Alex standing there on the runway scantily clad holding a ridiculously long pole in front of him with both hands was too much for me. A big drop of pre-cum leaked out of the top of my poor wiener.

"I have gone over 16 feet in meets at least a dozen times. I've been over 17 feet twice!"

"17 feet?"

Alex nodded, his blond locks waving back and forth.

"Up?" I asked again, still a little surprised.

All three of the Texas men at the table cracked up. Alex's dad gave my forearm a squeeze again, and somebody kicked me softly under the table. My erection gave a jolt that I felt all the way to the top of my head.

"I think if I can get to 17 and a half I can make All-American this year. And then maybe I'll get an athletic scholarship to college the year after," Alex said, excitedly.

He smiled. Somebody paid a lot of money to an orthodontist, I thought to myself. Alex's teeth were even and white and straight, and when he smiled you could see most of them. Involuntarily I rubbed my tongue over my front teeth trying to clean them off.

"Wow." I said.

"I just need to get my leg speed up a little," Alex explained.

I swallowed. "Do you want to go for a run tomorrow? I'm due for some sprints," I said.

"Really? You'd do that? You'd take me out," Alex asked with his Southern drawl. The words came out like a line from a song.

It was all I could do to keep myself from saying 'aw shucks.'

"Um, well sure," I said. "When are you guys supposed to be heading back home to Texas?"

"We're on a 6 pm flight tomorrow night," Alan's dad said. "If you boys want to go for a run, take all the time you need, we just need him back at the hotel by 3 or so."

"Cool!" Alex said with a huge grin.

"Yeah, cool!" I agreed. "Say...ten? I'll swing by the hotel and pick you up."

"Deal," he said, "I'll be in the lobby in my running stuff. Waiting."

Unless I was mistaken, the boy was positively beaming. I was pretty good with wind sprints. I'm sure there were a few things I could show him.

Dessert came and went. Alan's mom asked for a second cup of coffee, so I excused myself to visit the bathroom. It wasn't easy getting up from the table without everybody else seeing how much my dick was pushing out my jeans, but by shoving my hands into my pockets at the earliest possible second, I managed to get away without causing too much of a stir.

There were only two bathrooms in the restaurant, and both appeared to be locked. I looked up at the ceiling and waited.

After less than a minute, I saw Alan's dad walking over. In the low light of the restaurant, he looked like a slightly taller, slightly more hairless version of Alan himself. For a dad, he certainly hadn't fallen apart as he'd gotten older. He looked like he was pretty amazing shape.

"They both locked?" he asked unnecessarily.

I looked at him and nodded, then looked at the floor.

The door with the M on the outside opened up and a man and his son left. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6. That explained the wait. After they'd passed, I offered Alan's dad the chance to go in first.

He smiled and took a step toward the door. As he did he looped his arm around mine and dragged me inside. He locked the door behind us.

"No reason for either one of us to wait, TJ," he said. "We're both guys, we can go at the same time. Right?"

"Um,"

The bathroom was even more dimly lit than the restaurant. Inside there was a small toilet and a sink, along with a strangely out of place Adirondack chair.

Alan's dad maneuvered himself to the far side of the toilet and unzipped his pants. As his penis flopped out, he aimed it toward the bowl.

"Not shy are you TJ?" he asked. "I don't suppose a talented high school athlete like you has never peed in front of another man before. Am I right?"

"Um,"

Not wanting to seem impolite, I edged up to the toilet.

I thought of my poor semi-hard dick, crushed beneath the fabric of my jeans for the past couple hours. There was no way I was going to be able to snake it through my underwear and the through the button fly. The only way out was if I undid my belt and opened up from the top.

Alan's dad had not actually started pissing yet. As I got closer to the toilet, it was clear why. The man's dick was hard.

What the fuck? But he had me now, and he probably knew it!

It had been one of those days, at this point I would probably have had sex with a Rottweiler. With my eyes glued on my roommate's dad's boner, my own half erection stretched out all the way to at least eight inches.

I flipped open my belt, popped my jean buttons and pushed down my boxer briefs in one easy motion.

Now we were just two guys standing over a toilet with hard-ons. Alan's dad looked at my erect cock.

"Mmm," he said. "I thought so."

"What?" I asked. "What did you think?"

"I thought it would be that big," he said.

"You did? You thought about how big my dick was?"

"Um hmm," he said.

He reached over and slid my jeans down my hips, letting my balls swing free.

Fantastic! I totally needed to get off with a member of this upstanding Texas family. This particular family member hadn't been at the top of the list these past few hours however.

Alan's dad's hand gently cupped my nut sack. He licked his palm and rubbed spit over the top of my dickhead. It made me shudder, and I spread my legs as much as the jeans around my ankles would allow.

He smiled.

He bent at the waist to go down on me. Just before his mouth encircled the top of my cock, he stopped and looked up at my face.

"Is this okay?" he asked politely.

I smiled and nodded. "More than okay," I answered. "Suck my dick already!"

And he did.

I carefully held his head, trying not to pull too hard on his ears as he bounced up and down on the shaft of my cock. Just like his sons, he was blessed with beautiful teeth but he managed to keep them far away from my hard-on as swallowed the whole thing all the way to the base. As he stroked me with one hand, the other played with my balls or found the pucker of my ass.

"Aaaagh!" I said in a very loud whisper.

"Do it TJ, give it to me when you're ready!" he said.

So I did. He was clearly very good at this and it seemed like he really wanted to be able to suck off a college Freshmen so I felt obligated to give him what he asked for.

I came in his mouth in no time.

It seemed like the polite thing to do so I returned the favor.

Alan's dad's hard dick was thick and well-proportioned and tasted great in my mouth. There was a slight taper from the thickest part at the base up to the tip so I couldn't quite completely deep throat him, but I'd say that I got most of it in.

He pulled out of me when he came and shot a huge load across the toilet and onto the floor.

"Wow!" he said.

"Yeah, totally wow!" I said too.

He shrugged and we both admired the long trail of semen. I shoved my dick back inside of my jeans and did my best to button up.

"So do you all come like that?" I asked.

He smiled.

"You mean my sons?"

"Yeah, do Alan and Alex shoot big loads too?"

"You'll have to ask them." He said matter-of-factly, tucking himself in so that he could be presentable again.

As I was washing my hands, I felt emboldened.

"So who's got the biggest dick? You? Alan? Alex?"

He shook his head.

"Not telling," he said. "But somehow I have a feeling you're going to find out."

We left the bathroom and headed back to the table. They were all talking about Alan's class schedule and barely missed a beat when Alan's dad and I sat back down together. Nobody seemed to notice that we'd both been gone for quite a while.

After a minute or two of the conversation, a thought entered Alan's head. While Alex and his mother kept talking, Alan seemed to pause. Then he looked for a long time at me, then at his dad. He thinned his lips into a half smile.

I smiled back at him across the table, my best attempt at my own half smile.

"Long line," I said.

"Um hmm."

 

[Craiger]

Wow, Spike! When I suggested you continue the story I didn't expect such an erotic continuation.....lol TJ seems to fall into some rather exciting situations. I can't wait to witness the "run" he and Alex are going to take. I do hope we will hear about Joey at some point as well. I really liked him and feel for him. Keep it going....

Craiger

 

[2008spike]

I'm going to post a part a day. I've only written up to 7 so will have to write 8 asap.

 

[SayWhat]

Wow! That was a great read!
Looking forward to #3!

 

[2008spike]

Gonna post part 3 now.

 

[2008spike]

Back in our dorm room in BU's Shelton Hall, me and Alan, my exhibitionist roommate, recapped the evening. Alan stood beside his bed, not a single hair on his blond head out of place despite the lateness of the hour. Even through his clothes, you could tell the boy was in shape, even for a small guy.

I sort of wanted to talk about dinner with his totally hot younger brother. I didn't think I'd mention that his dad had sucked me off in the bathroom just before dessert.

I watched Alan rip off his belt as if it were choking his waist. Then he carefully rolled it into a neat coil and placed it on a shelf in his closet.

"Your family seems really nice, Alan, thanks for inviting me along," I said. I could still feel the sticky spot in my underwear.

"Shucks," Alan said. He stripped off his shirt and tossed it across the room.

"Really?" I said. "Did you really just say 'shucks'?"

"I'm from Texas," Alan explained, shrugging his muscular shoulders.

"Mmm," I said. "Well this is Boston, and we don't do shucks."

"Shit TJ, what's wrong with shucks?"

"Well, nothing, I guess, it's just that..."

"How about Fux?"

"Fux?"

"You know, F – U – X."

"Isn't that just 'fuck?' Plural?"

Alan nodded and smiled. He undid his jeans and slid them slowly down his legs. I couldn't keep myself from staring. The upper parts of his legs, he had to peel down his pants as they got stuck on the uber-muscles of his thighs. I felt a tiny drop of saliva form at the corner of my mouth.

"Fux," Alan said. "Fux, fux, fux! I like it!"

"Fux it is," I agreed. "No more shucks then?"

"Let's squeeze on it," Alan said, giving both of my nipples a tweak through my shirt.

I pulled away. Alan pursed his lips. "Fux," he said again.

I placed both of my hands awkwardly on Alan's naked chest and gave both sides a weak pinch. "Fux," I said.

"Okay then, it's our official roommate word."

I had never had an official word before.

I watched again as Alan slipped both thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and slid them over his hips. Alan's pubic hair was thick and curly and blond. His dick, what I could see of it at least, looked sort of blond too. It popped free with a jolt as Alan's underwear traveled quickly down his legs.

He watched me watching him and a sort of knowing grin spread across his face. Once again, he was naked.

I needed to keep the conversation going. If I didn't, I'd have to fuck him.

"So, your brother...he seems like quite the athlete," I said, suddenly.

"Alex?" Alan said.

I did my best double take. "Um, yeah, Alex, yeah," I said.

"Yeah, everybody in the family is pretty jazzed for him. My dad will totally have a heart attack if he makes All-American."

"Do you think he's got a shot?"

"Are you kidding me cowboy? My little bro? He's got muscles where the rest of us have just got hair! Sure as shit he'll make All-American!"

"What?" I said. "Muscles where you've got hair?"

Alan nodded. "You betcha! Fux!"

"Fux!" I said.

"And, you know what; he's got the biggest fuckin' set of balls this in Dallas!"

I pursed my lips and exhaled.

"Really?" I said, having a very happy vision of a very big scrotum. My jeans suddenly felt tight.

"When he was just a little tooter, his nut sack was always flopping around, always getting in the way. Mom even had to go out and buy him like an adult size cup for baseball when he was like 11!"

"Really?" I said again, visions dancing through my mind.

I looked at my naked roommate and held my palms together, then slowly spread them apart to about the width of a plum.

Alan smirked and shook his head.

"Come on TJ, these are Texas sized testicles we're talking about here!" He pushed my hands apart until they were ridiculously far apart. About like a navel orange.

My jaw dropped. "No!?" I said in disbelief.

"Fux!" Alan said. "That's my little bro!"

I backed away and sat down on my bed. I looked at Alan's equipment and pointed with my finger. "Um, are you guys all like that?" I swallowed hard. "You know, genetics? Does the whole family have huge nuts?"

Alan looked down at his crotch. His balls were hidden from view. He dug around in the pubic hair for a moment and pushed the hair aside to show me.

"Nope," he said. "Just Alex. Sorry to disappoint you cowboy."

"What?" I said.

"My balls don't even compare to Alex's. Sort of not really fair, I reckon," he said.

I fell back onto my pillow and absently put my hands onto my package.

"So, are your balls big?" Alan asked, seeing me groping myself.

"Um, pretty average, I'd say," I said. "I mean, not that I've seen that many. Balls, I mean."

"Oh," Alan said.

I sat up. I looked over at my nude Freshmen roomie. It was really too bad about all that pubic hair. Sort of hid his goods from world view. Alan's crotch wasn't exactly a Picasso, at least I didn't think so, but in my book most crotches should be on display for all of us to enjoy.

"You should shave all that off," I said, pointing to his mass of pubes.

"I should?"

"Yeah," I said, "or at least trim it."

"Okay...."

"I mean, you can't even see your balls through all that."

"Really? You can't?"

"Nope," I said. "And, you know, chicks dig it."

"Chicks dig it?"

"I mean, I don't have a lot of experience with that sort of thing, but you know, I think they do." I sighed. "Dig it I mean."

"Do you shave your pubes, TJ?"

"Yup," I said. "Started last year in high school. Me and my friends had a shaving party one night. It was a little weird at first, but then I really got to like it. Now I do it all the time. It feels, I don't know, it feels really, really clean." I looked at the ceiling for another word. "And fresh."

"Fresh?"

"Yup, fresh, it's like my balls used to be when I was a little kid."

"Really?"

"Only bigger of course."

Alan nodded as if he understood.

"Much bigger," I added.

"Okay then. I'll shave. First thing in the morning."

"Um, okay."

"You really had a shaving party with some of your guy friends?"

"Um hmm, my buddies Andy and Will."

"Hmm."

I thought back to that amazing night in Andy's parents' living room. Three high school seniors. Way, way high on some grass that Andy had dragged up from somewhere. Three innocent 18 year olds with unshaved sets of cock and balls.

Andy took the lead, of course. I was mostly shocked to be naked from the waist down with my two best friends, razor in hand.

A few strokes later and the deed was done.

We all wound up with scrotum as smooth as a baby's bottom.

I managed to do the majority of my own work, but Will was so high that he needed help with his and Andy was happy to oblige. Yeah that happens all the time in my life. A couple straight guys I hang out with just whip out their dick and balls and help each other out.

Fux!

Best of all, it was the first time either me or Andy had seen Will's gigantosaurus weenie up close and personal.

Will and I had been tight for a couple years before Andy transferred in and joined our little click. Up until Andy came around though, I had only managed to get a few nanosecond flashes of Will's enormous equipment.

Now here we were, strung out on reefer, each of us perfectly comfortable to not only be naked in front of each other, our Johnsons were actually the whole point of the evening!

Andy's dick was long, tubular and thin, the sort of penis you'd draw if you were 8 years old and asked to do so in school. It reminded me of a hose from the backyard, only pink.

Will's dick, on the other hand, was fit for a thoroughbred, or at least a thoroughbred pony. It was thicker at the base than out near the end. It was long enough that he could get both hands on it when it was soft, and still have room to spare, say for an extra hand if the situation called for it - like mine for example.

And even in spite of his pubes, Will's scrotum stood out. It was large and floppy and fit like an airplane pillow behind his dick.

My jaw ached at the memory.

Alan pinched my left nipple and I came back to the present.

"We were wasted," I explained, as if that should be a perfectly satisfactory explanation for a groin shaving party just between friends.

"Oh!" Alan said. "Okay then."

"All things considered, I don't recommend trimming yourself while under the influence, bad things could happen," I said.

Alan laughed.

I grabbed my Dopp kit and my towel and headed off to the bathroom.

I was brushing my teeth in front of the mirror when Alan joined me. At least he was wearing a towel. He had a pair of scissors, his razor and some shaving cream.

"You're doing it now?" I asked with a mouth full of toothpaste.

He grinned at me in the mirror and nodded. "What the fux?" Alan said.

"Yeah, what the fux," I agreed, slopping toothpaste down onto my chin.

Alan went into a bathroom stall and I could hear the high pitched scraping of scissors. I finished up and went back to the room. I threw on a pair or running shorts and crawled into my bed. It had been a long day, I was wiped out.

I was practically asleep when Alan tiptoed into the room. He was quiet for about a minute. I watched him gently fold his towel over the back of his desk chair. He stood in front of the mirror on his closet door and regarded himself in the dim moonlight from outside our window. Of course he was naked.

"How'd it go?" I asked quietly.

"Looks pretty fucking funny, I'd say," Alan said.

He spun around and showed me what he had accomplished. He twisted his hips back and forth and his cock slammed his pelvis from side to side.

"Good job, roommate, no blood!" I said.

"Yeah, thanks," he said. "Feels kind of cold though."

I laughed.

He stepped a couple of feet closer to my bed to give me a better look.

At his penis!

I nodded. "You'll get used to it."

Now I could finally see his nut sack. It hung down clearly below his dick, the left one heavier than the right. His dick seemed pretty average but it pointed forward at an odd angle, sort of defying gravity.

"Do you think I should put some lotion on it? You know, moisturizer or something?" Alan asked me with a straight face.

I thought about this for half a second.

"Yes," I said. "You should put cream on it, that's always good."

He rustled around in his closet and emerged with a giant tub of some kind of moisturizer. He sat down on the side of his bed and opened up the lid.

"That's a pretty big thing of lotion," I said.

"On sale at Target," Alan explained. "My folks got me pretty much stocked up for the year."

I nodded. "For the next five years, I think," I said.

He slathered up both hands with the white goo and began to apply it to his newly shaved mid-section. I watched carefully for signs of growth.

Alan didn't seem to mind me gawking at him. Not that I would have stopped anyway.

When he was done, I had convinced myself that not only liked being naked in front of me, he also liked me looking at him naked. Since this worked for me as well, the situation was just good all around.

He flipped off the light and both of us were asleep in no time.

The next morning, I woke up before Alan but decided to stay in bed and just read. I had a book from the plane still to finish and, beside the set of wind sprints that I had planned for later with Alan's little brother Alex, I didn't have much to do anyhow.

I read a few pages before discovering that I had morning wood.

What was a guy like me to do in a position like this? Jerk off in the shower? In the bathroom stall? Right here in bed beneath the sheets?

I put my book down onto the floor, trying not to make a sound.

I let my hands roam free under the covers, exploring my 18, almost 19 year old runner's body. Mean, lean, an efficient running machine.

With a big ol' morning piss hard-on!

My hands were drawn to my own cock like moths to a flame. I glanced over at Alan, sleeping on his side facing away from me. I could hear him breathing rhythmically. Sure seemed like he was snoozing to me.

I licked both palms and set to work.

As I stroked my dick up and down, my fantasies alternated between something that had happened before and something that hadn't happened yet.

The before fantasy was Joey, of course. Me fucking him in his bedroom last fall during football season. I was supposed to be tutoring him in Chemistry of Bio or something. He was supposed to be teaching me how to throw a football properly. Both of us were failures as teachers, we couldn't keep our hands and mouths off of one another!

The not yet happened fantasy was Alex, Alan's younger brother who I was going on a run with in a little while. I didn't have much yet to fantasize about, though I had to admit that I particularly enjoyed watching his butt as he walked down the street. The story Alan told me last night about his little brother's scrotum being the biggest one in Texas didn't hurt either.

While I spanked my monkey with one hand, I used the other to tug on my balls and sort of palm my butthole.

What I wouldn't like to do to my roommate's little bro! I promised myself to be a good teacher this time.

After a few minutes of jumping back and forth between my two fantasies, I merged them and had Joey fucking Alex's little but while his massive testes flopped around like a pillow between his legs.

I was hard as a rock now, my dick leaking pre-cum like a leaky faucet.

I loved the feel of it as I got closer and closer to coming. The head got more and more mushroom like. The shaft became a steel ramming rod.

Perfect to fuck the crap out of a pole vaulter who just happened to have a world record set of nuts!

I gave my hand one good last lick and prepared to shoot a righteous load. My abs tightened up, my back arched and my toes flexed backward.

I gave my balls a final yank and got lost in the moment.

"Aaaagh! Shit!" I said, way more loudly than I'd intended.

A line of white sperm shot from the top of my cock all the way from my belly button up to just below my chin. Then a pause. Round two hit me in the lips with a splat. Pause again.

From across the room I heard very, very slow clapping.

No! He was supposed to be asleep!

I closed my eyes and pulled the covers over my head. One more squirt of semen filled the little trough my belly button made in my abs.

Fuck!

"Fux!" Alan said, continuing to clap. "That was quite a performance, roomie!"

"Grarb," I said.

"I mean, I can't think of the last time I've shot a load all the way to my face! Must have been some fucking hot fantasy!"

"Grarb," I said again.

He finally stopped clapping.

I lowered the covers and peeked out timidly. Alan was sitting up in his bed now, his blankets draped carefully across his waist.

"Seriously TJ, don't sweat it, it's no big deal," Alan said. "We're guys, right? We jack off! It's just what we do!"

I lowered my blankets another couple inches.

"Really?" I asked, my voice about two octaves higher than normal.

Alan smiled and nodded.

"Yes, TJ, I masturbate. Just like you. Sometimes in bed. Sometimes in the shower. I mean, what the fuck, I get so worked up sometimes when a pretty girl walks by. I'm sure I'll be choking the chicken three or four times a day walking around campus here! Fux! Maybe I'll major in masturbation!"

I smiled and licked my lips.

Mmm, nothing quite like the taste of my own cum before breakfast!

"Choking the chicken?" I asked, grinning.

Alan smiled and flung back the covers. His newly shaved cock hung heavily onto the bed. He grabbed it with both hands and made like he was milking a cow.

I watched him smiling as he casually made himself harder and harder right in front of me.

No, no, no, no! This is not fucking happening! This is college now, I don't need my roommate to be jerking off in front of me! From four feet away!

I looked away. Alan kept at it.

Suddenly I found the whirls of pain on the ceiling very, very interesting.

Three or four minutes later, Alan gave a shout. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Alan's boner as he came.

From what I could tell, the stream did not hit his face.

In less than 12 hours, there was a decent chance that I'd be seeing the erections of three members of Alan's family. Clearly I'd been living right.

When the coast seemed clear, I pulled my running shorts back up, jumped up out of bed, and hustled off to take a shower.

When I got back to the room, Alan was on the floor doing some push-ups in the nude.

I threw on some running stuff, scrounged around for my favorite shoes, grabbed a little warm up jacket and headed back out to grab some food before I had to meet up with Alex.

Not a word had passed between us since Alan had done the nasty with himself.

"Later," I said, as I opened the door to leave.

Alan's tight little ass was flexed as Alan pumped up and down on the carpeting between our beds. I shook my head at the site and stuffed a room key into a tiny pocket inside my shorts.

"Have fun with my bro," Alan said. "Go easy on him."

I smiled and shut the door behind me. Oh my god, if he only knew!

This was gonna be quite a year!

 

[Craiger]

How come TJ gets all the fun....lol. Sexy and quite erotic chapter, Spike. Now for the third strike which I know will gain a home run!

Craiger

 

[gaytxn09]

Very nice. Impressive that you get so much writing accomplished in such short periods of time. Hehe. Keep it up, kiddo!

 

[2008spike]

^^I've already wrote 7 parts gonna start on 8. Just decided to post them now.

 

[2008spike]

Alex was nowhere to be found when I got to the lobby of the hotel. They were staying across the river at the Hyatt and the walk across the BU Bridge had been cold. I half walked and half ran as the late summer wind blew up the Charles.

Having grown up in the warm southern California sunshine my bare runners legs hadn't often been this cold. I was glad to be inside now.

Before calling up to the room, I checked myself out in the mirror first.

I was presentable enough. 18, almost 19 now. I hoped I looked my age and not 12 anymore. The day they'd shot my photograph for the high school year book I'd apparently been wrapping up an adolescent phase and the picture looked I was still in 6th grade. That had led to about 50 comments in my year book about me being the one most likely to succeed 'in junior high school!' One of my good friends Andy had even written that I was the one kid in the entire class most likely to be called to the priesthood—for pedophilia practice!

I hated that.

But my folks looked pretty young too.

Staring into the smoky mirror off to the side of Reception, I licked my palm and tried to make my wavy hair sit down on my head. The stiff breezes across the Charles had done a number on all my hard hair work in the bathroom back at the dorms, and now looked as if I'd been in a wind tunnel. After five whole handfuls of spit, I was satisfied with the result.

I reached for the house phone and requested the number for Alex and his parents.

Alex's dad answered. "H'lo"

"Um...hi...Mr......um, I mean, hi...this is TJ."

"TJ?"

"Yeah, you know, Alan's roommate....from last night at the restaurant."

"Oh, yes of course, good morning TJ?"

I smiled, relieved I'd made enough of an impression on my roommate's father by letting him suck my dick that he now remembered my name."

"Um, is Alex there? He and I were supposed to be going for a run?"

"A run?"

I shook my head.

"Yes, a run, didn't he tell you? I'm going to teach him some wind sprints? You know, for his training..."

Was he not at the same dinner table I'd been at last night? Did he not hear the whole thing about me and his youngest son talking about my helping him with his pole vault training? Was the whole night, including the bit where I'd exchanged blow jobs with the father of my brand new roommate in the restaurant bathroom just before dessert, just some kind of same strange fantasy my brain had made up?

"Yes, TJ, yes," he said. I shook my head again and rolled my eyes. He sounded way more excited about the wind sprints than the situation was called for.

"So...is he ready to go? I was supposed to meet him here in the lobby?"

"Well, young man, he's not in our room, he's got his own room, just down the hall."

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry then, I didn't mean to bother you, I will just give his room a call then," I said.

"Oh, no bother at all, TJ, in fact it's nice to hear your voice so early in the morning."

Really?

"So why don't you boys come back and you can shower up in our hotel room once you both get back from the running," he added.

Come on! I was not going down that road! I was not going to have another suck-fest with Da-da when it was really the prodigal son pole vaulters whose pole that I really wanted!

"Um, thanks, but I'm sure I'll have to get back to the dorms," I stammered.

"Hmm," he said.

"Okay, good bye then, see you soon," I said, "And give my best to Alex's mom," I added sloppily.

"So long for now, TJ." He said as the line went dead.

I shuddered. Prior to last night at the restaurant, my first full night in Boston since arriving to start my Freshmen year at Boston University, I had not been in the habit of letting any of my friends' parents have sex with me. I hadn't completely decided how I felt about it yet. It was sort of both fun and ridiculous at the same time. At this very moment, I was happy to never do it again. But I knew myself better than that. By tomorrow, or at least by next week, all of the goofy feelings about getting head from an older guy—an older guy who's actually related to my roommate—would probably get better. Heck, maybe I'd be all over him the next time we saw each other here in Boston at Parents' Weekend or something.

Or maybe not.

For now, I wanted to run.

I called Alex's room. It rang 4 times before he picked up.

"Hi Alex, its TJ."

"Hi TJ, what time is it?"

"I don't know, 10:30 maybe. Um, did I wake you?"

"10:30! Damn! Oops, I guess I overslept," he said sleepily.

"That's all right," I said. "Don't worry about it."

"Shit."

"Um, do you want me to come back?"

"Where are you?" Alex asked.

"In the lobby. Downstairs."

"Oh, well I need a minute or so," he said. "Do you want to come up?"

Bingo. Yes, the fox would like to be invited to the hen house.

"Well, whatever," I said through my teeth, "I could just wait down here if that's easier."

Then I exhaled, hoping he'd insist.

"No, that's silly, I insist you come up here," Alex said.

"Well, if you insist."

In a flash I was outside Alex's door about to knock. He opened it before I could.

Even though I had just jacked off a little more than an hour ago, the sight of Alex standing in the doorway in front of me, dressed only in a towel, caused my dick to grow at least three inches in half a second.

"Hi," he said. "I'm really sorry. I overslept."

I placed my left hand in front of the crotch of my running shorts and shook his hand with the right.

"Yeah, you said." I said.

Alex looked me up and down as he closed the door. "Well, you look ready," he said.

Fuck. Did he see my semi hard-on through the thin fabric of my shorts?

"Well, yeah," I said, stupidly.

I wanted to rip his towel off and throw him on the bed and de-flower him right then and there.

"So, if you don't mind, I just need to shave," Alex said. His Texas drawl suddenly sounded way cuter than it had last night.

"Shave?"

"Yeah," he said. "Sorry, it'll just take a couple minutes."

"Okay, I'll wait," I said. I looked around his room.

"Make yourself at home," Alex said. "Did you eat? Do you want some nuts? That's all I've got."

I grinned. Did he really just say that?

"Maybe a little later," I said, meaning it.

Alex pivoted and headed toward the bathroom. He undid the white hotel towel from around his waist and tossed it onto the floor before he got into the bathroom. I was treated to a very short view of Alex's very fine pole vaulter ass as he disappeared behind the wall.

I sat down on the bed and tried to make up my mind about my hard-on. Hope that it goes down so that the two of us can actually get out of this hotel room and go for a run like we planned, or hope that it stays every bit of its rock solid eight and a third inches so that I can plow vaulter boy's tight little vaulter butt with it.

Where were those nuts?

"I have to do this a couple times a week," Alex yelled from the bathroom.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, if I don't I get really chafed."

What?

"I've tried powder and it doesn't work?"

Powder?

"Yeah, if I don't it rubs together like crazy and then I'm red and sore for days."

What?

"Do you have this problem too, TJ?"

I shook my head. What problem? All guys shave. Some once a day, some a little less. What the fuck?

"Um, well I shave every day," I answered, not sure we were really on the same page here.

"Every day! That's crazy? How big are they?" Alex shouted.

What? How big are what?

I got up from the side of the bed and walked over to the bathroom door.

In the mirror, I could see that Alex was not shaving his face at all. He was shaving his nuts.

Oh!

About a dozen nerve connections finally came together in my head.

His face turned bright red.

"Oops," I said, "I didn't mean to..." I said, looking quickly from Alex's hands on his ball sack to the floor.

He covered himself carelessly with one hand and held the razor up with the other.

I backed a couple inches out the door. Alex went back to shaving.

"Forget about it," Alex said, trying out his best Soprano's New Jersey accent. "I'm sure you've seen guys shave themselves before."

I thought back to that very morning in my dorm room when Alex's older brother Alan had proudly displayed his new freshly shaved crotch.

I pursed my lips and exhaled through them.

"Sure," I said. "Sure I have. All the time. I was on the track team."

"I'll bet nobody had to deal with a scrotum like this," Alex said, back in his drawl.

My eyes moved up from the floor and up to the scrotum under discussion.

"Um," I said.

"It's huge," Alex explained.

I opened my mouth and shook my head gently, trying to make all that mean something intelligent.

Alex turned and faced me. As he did, he put his razor and held his nuts from behind so that I could have a better view. I felt as if I was watching one of those game show ladies use their hands to display what was behind Curtain number 1.

I stepped back into the bathroom to have a closer look at what he was trying to display. It seemed more polite than forcing Alex to bring the scrotum outside the bathroom to me.

"Wow," I said, meaning every single syllable of it.

Alex nodded.

"That's, um, quite a, you know, quite a big..." My words got lost in my breath and nothing else came out.

Alex's nuts hung down like a double set of apples from between his legs. Red Delicious maybe, I thought.

"I know it," Alex said, matter of factly. "Sort of a pain in the you know what, if you ask me."

"Um."

"My mama had to buy me this special cup for baseball when I was 11," he added.

"I know," I said smiling, "Alan mentioned that."

"He did?"

Now I blushed.

"I mean, he did, you know, just in passing,"

Alex smiled and turned back to the mirror to finish up shaving his super-sized scrotum.

"I was wondering when Alan was going to mention it," Alex said with a giggle. "I mean, you've known him for all of like, what? For 24 hours? That's enough time before a guy is supposed to be talking about his little brother's balls. Right?"

I exhaled.

"Well...." I started to explain. In truth, I had no idea anymore how it had come up.

"Don't worry about it, TJ, it's no big deal," Alex said, trying to let me off the hook.

"Well," I started again, "you're probably proud of them, aren't you?"

Alex turned and looked at me.

"Are you asking me if I'm proud of my balls?"

I nodded.

He shaved a few more strokes from Apple number 1. I watched mesmerized.

"Well, yeah, I guess I never thought about it, but yeah, I guess I am proud of 'em," Alex finally admitted.

"Well good," I said, searching again for the right words in this very odd conversation. "You should be, they're really, really big!"

Alex laughed. "Yeah, I guess so," he said.

There was an uncomfortable pause. Alex shaved away. I tried to look away, really I did. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Having failed to learn anything from Alex's dad about the family's junk in the restaurant bathroom last night, the thought was still burning in my mind.

"So...is this like a family thing?" I finally asked. "Do all of you in the family have testes like this?"

I tried not to seem like I really had a lot of interest in the matter, while the truth was that I had a lot of interest in the matter. I tried to make my question sound like a medical one, you know jock to jock.

Alex giggled again, and shaved away. This time on Apple number two.

"Nope just me. I get a lot of teasing," he said. "About my...testes," he added with a funny grin.

"I'll bet."

Yippee. I had some new information. Now to figure out how to put this new piece of knowledge to good use.

But for the sounds of a double edged razor scraping away on the soft skin of Alex's nuts, the room went very quiet. Another few strokes and the deed was apparently done. I watched transfixed as Alex placed a hotel washcloth under the water. Then he gently dabbed at his balls. Clearly I was dealing with a professional here; he had the technique down to a science.

When he was finished with the wiping I couldn't help but be impressed. I hadn't seen a bit of blood.

Alex turned and faced me. My eyes were now expected to stop staring at his mid-section, and with great effort I willed them to comply. After all, now I could begin to appreciate the rest of him.

Standing in front of me completely nude, he was gorgeous.

His blondish hair was long and still scraggly, like he'd just gotten out of bed and had done nothing with it yet, since he hadn't. His body itself seemed very nicely proportioned, muscles that were big enough and defined enough, but not so big like you might see on a football player like Joey. Or on a wrestler like Alex's brother Alan.

Alex watched me looking him over. He smiled again.

"Pole vaulting can get you pretty cut," Alex explained, apparently appreciating that I was appreciating him.

"I guess."

"You seem like you're in pretty good shape yourself," Alex said, taking a step back and looking me up and down for the second time since I'd shown up in his hotel room.

I looked down at myself in my running gear. I blushed and grinned.

"Thanks," I said. "I do all right."

"I'll say," Alex said with a drawl, stretching out the words to last a lot longer than they needed to.

He gave my left butt cheek a squeeze as he brushed past me and back out into the room. He pursed his lips and nodded his head as if to say 'very nice ass, dude.'

"Very nice ass dude," he did say. "All runners seem to have that. Perhaps you can help me out in that department."

I looked at Alex's ass as he bent over his suitcase and rustled around for something to put on. It took every ounce of will power that I had to not grab him with both hands.

Alex wasn't a hairy beast in the front like his brother Alan, maybe just a light dusting of high school level hair. And from behind he was smooth and clean, just like Alan. But then there was the issue of his scrotum. I could clearly see that the poor guy wasn't able to stand with his legs completely together.

I made a mental note. This might one day be useful to remember.

I felt a surge of sympathetic emotion. I could see now how a ball sack that contained two fully grown apples might sort of get in the way when you tried to run.

'Poor little thing,' I thought to myself. I cleared my throat and tried to keep up with the conversation.

"Um, yeah," I said. "That's what I'm here for, you know, to run a little, do a few wind sprints, help us both out in the ass department."

"Excellent," Alex said.

He was tugging his running clothes on as he turned to me. I looked now to his feet. They were small but looked strong and muscular. His toes were sort of spread apart from each other, each a slightly different sized copy of its neighbor.

You're a nutcase I thought to myself. You even like the guys' feet?

A few minutes later, after Alex had finished lacing up his shoes, my erection had gone down to a more manageable level. It was now both safe and possible for me to stand upright without at least one hand in front of my erect dick.

Without another word about scrotums or hard butts, we were out the door.

In the elevator on the way down to the ground level, Alex turned his face toward mine. He looked at me with an intensity I hadn't noticed before. The thought occurred to me that he might try to kiss me. I stopped breathing licked my lips with a dry tongue.

"So what about you, TJ?" he asked quietly. "Do you have any body parts that are out of proportion?"

I swallowed hard.

"Um," I said, scrunching my eyes up as if I had no earthly idea what he was talking about.

"Come on, we have spent practically the entire morning talking about my balls," Alex said. "And we both know how much bigger it is than it needs to be."

I glanced absently toward Alex's mid-section package, where his dick and balls were now properly tucked away.

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" I offered clumsily, "It does seem bigger than it needs to be, I mean, for such a small guy otherwise."

Alex smiled.

"Thanks TJ, but I'm really not so small," he said. "I'm 5'9" and as you saw...I've got muscles for days."

I nodded as the ground floor button in the elevator dinged. I squeezed his upper arm. It felt more like a rock than a deltoid. My ass, his shoulder. If we ever did have sex we'd have to make sure it was on a soft surface.

We both smiled.

"Um hmm. Muscles for days," I agreed.

As the doors of the elevator opened I silent prayed that somebody else was not standing right outside the doors. Like his dad, for example.

"And you're not so small either," he said, glancing toward my crotch and adding a head shake in that same direction.

I met his gaze briefly, and then looked away quickly.

"You haven't answered my question," Alex reminded me.

"Mmm," I said.

"Come on, TJ, fess up!" he kept at it. "What's your favorite body part?"

There was just no fucking way I was going to answer his question.

We walked out of the hotel together. Before any more words could come out of either of our mouths, before I had a full-on boner again, I zoomed off down the street.

"Hey," Alex yelled, "wait up!"

As I crossed over Memorial Drive onto the river side of the street, I had to slow down to let a biker pass by and Alex caught up with me.

"Take it easy Carl Lewis," Alex panted. "I'm a vaulter, dude, not a sprinter!"

"What's the matter? Can't keep up?" I taunted him.

He smiled and nodded at the same time.

"Oh I can keep up."

Alex stretched out his stride and edged ahead of me. I could easily have stayed with him but I let him go.

Better view from behind.

Together we crossed back over to the Boston side and headed for BU athletic complex at Nickerson Field. We ran side by side at a reasonably fast clip, neither one of us talking.

I led us through the streets as if I'd been racing over them my whole life. The truth was that I hadn't ever been there before but it was in all the stuff the coaching staff had sent me, and I felt like I kind of knew the place already. I was supposed to be there on Monday afternoon anyhow for a meet and greet with the team. It would be fun to see the track early.

Once we got onto the oval, both of us slowed our pace down dramatically and just looked around. There was always something awe-inspiring about being inside of a new stadium for the first time. Alex must have felt it too. We practically forgot about each other as we checked out the running surface, the infield and the stands.

I veered off onto the artificial turf just past the starting line.

"Nice," Alex said.

"Yeah, nice," I agreed.

For the next 30 minutes, Alex and I ran wind sprints on and off the track. Even though he said he didn't really know what he was doing, it sure seemed to me like he did. Everything I threw at him, everything I'd learned in high school from Coach Bice, Alex took right to it. Clearly the boy had talent.

And the legs for it as well.

When we finally took a break and found a water fountain that was actually working, I told Alex about my friends on the team in high school, the Leeman twins. We sat down on the weird fake grass of the infield and watched a few other runners lope around the track.

"So there we were," I said, recounting the story of the California Track Championships, "and just about everybody in the world would have put money on Danny Leeman taking it all in the State Meet."

Alex hung on my every word.

"Me and his brother David were basically just honored to be there, but there was no fucking way either of one of us was expected to medal," I explained. Despite the great athletic genes the twins shared, David was the sweet, innocent clueless twin who worked his tail off just to keep up with his more skilled but far more evil twin Danny. Danny didn't somehow have to put in the effort; it just came very naturally to him.

"So what happened?" Alex asked, obviously hoping for a happy ending to my story.

"David won," I said, still amazed myself that it actually happened. "He had the race of his life in the finals, ran a PR, and me and Danny were left on the side of the race just watching and cheering like mad."

"That's fantastic," Alex said, sounding like he was truly excited. "And the other twin? The one who was supposed to win? Danny?"

"He sort of caught fire on the last lap but he was too far behind the eventual winner and couldn't take him," I explained.

"Sounds like it must have been a great day though, watching your brother take State," Alex said with complete sincerity.

"Yup. It was amazing," I agreed. "We had a crazy celebration after. Back at the little motel we were staying at."

Alex didn't need to hear exactly how we had celebrated David's big victory. Alex didn't need to hear what a total pervert Danny was, how his more quiet and naïve brother David just sort of got dragged through life by his twin, how Danny tried to turn everything into sex 24-7. At the end of David's big day, me and Joey and the twins had our own private fuck party in the motel room, Alex didn't need to know that yet either. For the time being, I kept it to myself that evil twin Danny was urging both Joey and I to slam our dicks into his brother David's first place ass.

Those parts of the story would have to wait.

The twins were in Oregon now, running middle distance at one of the best programs in the country. If Danny could keep his cock to himself, I was sure he'd be a world class athlete some day. Maybe even David too. And I could say that I'd screwed him when...

So I wrapped up my tale of high school glory by describing my own final race at the State Meet. I'd given it my best shot, but it hadn't really even been that close. I'd missed the final heat even with what amounted to my best performance of the season.

We grabbed another slug of water and then jogged lightly back toward the hotel. While we ran, Alex told me about being All-State in Texas and how incredibly proud his dad, in fact the whole family was. And he told me exactly what he planned to do during his senior year in high school to make sure he made All-America.

The boy was definitely ambitious. But from what I'd seen, he sure seemed like he had all the right stuff.

"Sounds great, Alex," I said. "Seems like a sure fire plan to make All-America."

He slowed up and then ground to a halt. I turned my head to see what happened.

"What's up?" I asked. "Muscle?"

He shook his head. "Nope, I'm spent," he said. "I need food."

"Okay then, let's get some. I have a ten in my pocket."

Alex grinned from ear to ear. "I'll bet," he said. "I guess I finally got my answer."

We laughed together and then walked along the path, hoping to find something to eat.

Unfortunately there was none to find, and we wound up back at the hotel. Both of us were starving.

"Come up to my room," Alex said. "We'll order everything we can from Room Service."

I wasn't going to need much convincing. "Deal," I said.

Inside Alex's room, Alex took charge. First he ordered us a massive breakfast. I went along with everything he suggested. While we waited, he suggested that we stretch. We both flipped our shoes off and got onto the floor. Alex took his socks off too and I watched him wiggle his toes. After a few minutes, Alex asked if I would help him with his lower back. It was tight, he explained. He stretched his legs out in front of him and I pushed gently on his upper back as he tried to get his face onto his knees. To my amazement, he did.

"That's crazy," I said. "I can't believe you can get down that far."

"You have no idea," Alex said.

"Oh yeah, what else can you do?"

He hopped up to a standing position. "Come here, let me show you."

As I stood up from the ground, Alex lay down on the bed on his back, his legs draped over the edge at the knee. His bare feet didn't quite touch the floor.

Then he flexed one leg up from the hip and held his foot with both hands.

"Here, take my foot," he said.

I did as I was told and grabbed his foot.

"Push," he said. "With your chest."

Slowly, and with great care, I eased my chest onto Alex's foot and pushed his knee into the bed. With one arm, I pushed against his other leg, trying to drive it toward the carpeting on the floor.

He was insanely flexible and in a matter of seconds, there was no further for him to go. He was lying on the bed on his back, one leg flat and with that foot flat on the floor, and his other leg was practically behind his head. I had done this stretch many times with guys on the team, but nobody, and certainly not me, had managed to get this much out of it.

Alex breathed deeply in and out, it was cool on my cheek, and he still smelled like toothpaste.

The stretch had served its purpose. Alex's hamstrings were probably on fire on the side I was pushing with my chest; his quads on the other leg were probably getting a fantastic stretch too. Better still we were pretty much face to face and crotch to crotch. I could feel the skin on the back of his thighs against the skin on the front of mine; my groin squished against his, just a few inches away from his butthole.

So what's a guy to do in a situation like this?

I got hard.

I pulled away as I began to feel the fabric of my shorts get tight around my cock.

"That was great," Alex smiled. "Other side please."

Well, he did say please.

So I stretched out his other leg, this time not bothering to hide my hard-on. There was no way he couldn't notice. My dick was even pointed right toward his ass.

But Alex just kept right on breathing. And I just kept right on oozing pre-cum out the top of my erection.

After like 30 seconds of maxxed out stretch, I was either going to shoot a load of cum into my own shorts or Alex was going to have his upper leg ripped completely free from his pelvis.

"Okay?" I said, not sure exactly what I was asking.

He nodded and smiled.

As I began to pull away, Alex reached his arms up and placed them around my neck. Now I couldn't get off of him. Bummer.

"TJ," he said. "Thanks for what you taught me about wind sprints."

"Um, okay, no problem."

Alex pulled harder on my head, his fingers tugging on the harder part of my ears. Steadily, he eased my face toward his.

"Nobody has ever spent that much time with me on stuff like that."

"On wind sprints?"

"Mm hmm."

"You're sort of a natural. Easy to teach," I said, my breath getting clogged in my chest.

"Thanks," he said.

His hands pulled my lips all the way to his mouth and they met. We were both a little dry but we managed to kiss each other all the same. After about a minute, we both came up for air. I released his foot and he let it flop down onto the bed. He drew my body onto his and we kissed again.

"Just breathe," he said, when he realized that I wasn't.

I looked at his eyes and took a breath.

Even though we both had our gym clothes on, we might as well not have. They weren't much. We both sort of smelled like a combination of tires and sweat anyhow; running gear wasn't exactly known for any kind of great fragrance.

Alex was hard now too, our dicks pushed together. Alex got an arm around one of my shoulders and easily flipped me.

Now I was on the bottom. He was stronger than I was. I guess pole vaulters have that over middle distance runners. He pulled me up higher onto the bed and pulled my running shorts off of my hips in one swift motion. My dick sprang free and Alex grabbed it with his hand. The pre-cum had leaked out from the top and was sort of dripping now down the sides of the shaft.

"Mmm," Alex said.

"Mmm," I repeated.

Alex used the pre-cum to his advantage and rubbed it all over the head of my cock. My back arched off the bed as he did, the feeling was a total turn-on. It was like nobody had every touched me down there ever before!

Alex held my chest down against the bed with one hand, rubbed my hard-on with the other, and then kissed me. His strong tongue pushed me back and I was effectively pinned.

I thought perhaps if I cooperated he'd eventually let me up.

But I was willing to cooperate for a long time.

Alex pinched a nipple and I flinched. It was still a tiny bit sore from when his brother had pinched it back in our dorm room.

"Ooh, sorry," he whispered.

He let his mouth envelop mine. Artfully, his soft lips explored every part of my mouth. As he did, his hand continued to stroke my cock slowly. Very slowly.

Fuck! He was pretty good at this!

I opened my eyes and pulled off his shirt. Alex's chest was chiseled into a shape that looked like his brother's chest. The resemblance was amazing. I pawed weakly at him in a half-hearted attempt to get up but he was way too strong for me. After a moment I gave in again.

His hand pumped up and down on the shaft of my dick very leisurely and methodically, like he had all the time in the world. His tongue found my ears and he licked off the perspiration. It made me shudder and another gallon of pre-cum leaked from tip of my penis.

For like ten minutes, Alex worked on me. When I'd get close to coming, Alex would make his hand go even more slowly until the moment passed. Then he'd find a new rhythm that would drive me crazy and lock in there for a while. Nobody had ever done this to me before, so deliberately, so gradually.

My cock was a rock. I thought that every drop of blood in my body must be inside of it right now. If I could just pass out, maybe Alex would take pity and let me up.

"Your dick is fantastic!" Alex said.

I looked at him, unsure exactly which planet I was on at the moment.

"Thanks," I whispered.

"How big is it?"

I didn't answer. Not because I didn't want too. I couldn't.

While I was certainly well aware that fully hard, I measured out at eight and a third inches, I just wasn't able to string the words together in the right order.

Alex took my silence wrong.

He put both hands on it, one at the bottom and one at the top. A little bit of wet cockhead peeked out the top of his fist.

"You mean you don't know?" he asked, amazed. He licked a palm and rubbed it all around the end. I opened my mouth again and said something unintelligible.

"Okay then, if you won't tell me, let's compare!" he said.

He took a break from stroking me and pulled off his shorts. His dick slapped onto his lower abs with a splat. I was still on my back so Alex straddled me from below. He pushed our dicks together and began to rub them both. I felt his gigantic balls heavily against the inner parts of my thighs.

I had plenty of pre-cum for the both of us and he used some to lube up his own dick.

I was still unable to move off the bed, but managed to at least bend my neck and take a look at what he was doing. He was beaming.

"I think it's a tie," Alex said. "We're both exactly eight inches."

Finally I was able to find my voice.

"Um, actually, I'm eight and a third."

Alex kept smiling and looked at the two weenies in his hands.

"No!" he mocked.

I nodded. "Honest," I said. "My friend Andy measured me in high school."

"Really?"

"Plus I did it myself, like a thousand times or so."

He laughed.

"Well, then maybe it's not a tie," he agreed. "You've got me by a third of an inch."

I nodded in agreement. "Yep."

He licked both of his hands and placed them back onto my cock. He had me on the edge of orgasm for so long, that the change in technique drove me wild and I came after just 15 seconds of being two-handed. I shot a stream of cum straight up into the air, then two or three smaller squirts that mostly landed back on his hand.

He smiled and looked me. Then he gave me a passionate kiss that lasted like forever. I was panting when it was over.

We both saw Alex's eight inch penis, sort of throbbing against my leg. I had already been jerked off within an inch of my life and I hadn't even touched Alex's cock yet. Total horn dog that I was, I couldn't believe that I'd hadn't even had a feel. The guy had me completely paralyzed. Actually I was a little embarrassed.

But, no time like the present! I sat up and reached for him.

Alex pulled away.

"What?" I said. "Don't you want me to?"

"Just leave it," Alex said.

"But..."

He raised a finger and wagged it back and forth.

"Not yet," Alex said. "Let's go slow."

"Slow?" I squawked. "How could we possibly go any more slow? It must like Monday by now."

Alex cracked up.

"We're coming back around the holidays," Alex explained. "This will keep you thinking about me," he said teasingly.

"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "December?"

Alex nodded and jumped off the bed, his nuts swung back and forth as he did.

"I'm still growing," Alex said as he pulled his running shorts back up.

"So?"

"So. Maybe by then I'll be eight and a third inches too."

"What?"

I sat completely up on the edge of the bed and a thought crossed my mind. If I went back to my room and caught Alan on the floor again naked doing push-ups or something, I was going to totally jump his bones. If I did it before dinner time, I would have had sex with three members of the same family in less than 24 hours!

I watched my roommates' younger brother walk toward the bathroom barefoot and shirtless. Holy crap he was sexy!

Alex tossed me a towel that he'd used to wipe my cum off his hand. I used it to clean up my dick.

"That was really a blast, TJ, thanks for coming over and helping me out."

"Really? You're thanking me? Are you kidding me? You were like, I don't know, the greatest masturbator of all time!"

He giggled. "Is that even a word? Masturbator?"

"Well, I have no idea. But you're good at it."

"Thanks," he said. "We're all pretty good at it at home. Our dad is an incredible teacher."

I shook my head and looked at his face. Did I really just hear what I think I heard?

"What?" I asked.

 

[Craiger]

Good god, Spike, can you make this a little more erotic...............lol
I can't decide if I want to go to Texas or Boston U. I think the tables were turned on our TJ and if Alan doesn't put out in some way before December, he will definitely have a case of (huge) blue balls. Not only will Alex gain the one third of an inch on his dick, but TJ will have grown his balls... TJ seems to have met his match in Alex. I can hardly wait for the next episode.

Craiger

 

[DA2FLBADBOYS]

very good story please write more soon ,can't wait for the rest fo the story

 

[2008spike]

Maybe I was just being a jerk.

Maybe I was just sort of in that post getting-off phase where I needed to lie down and sleep. Or maybe I was just wiped out from the run and the wind sprints and simply needed to eat like a dozen Oreos in like a minute and a half.

Anyway, after I shot a massive load thanks mostly to the very talented masturbation techniques of my roommate's younger brother, Alex, I was done.

I needed to get out of there.

If I was a nicer guy, maybe I would have stuck around and jacked Alex off too. But I admit that I was a little weirded out, so I didn't.

After hearing about Alex's family situation where sex and jerking off seemed to be no big deal at all. About Alex's dad - the same guy who was my roommate Alan's dad - who gave great head by the way. About Alan, my roommate who couldn't seem to wear clothes in front of me.

Over the course of a few hours, I'd witnessed the two younger members of this family each shave themselves down in their nether regions. I apparently inspired my roommate by telling him my own story of clipped pubes and Alan was in the dorm bathroom immediately with a pair of scissors and his electric razor - what started out as a hairy mass and wound up looking clean and white and delicious. I know because I seem to be living with a nudist.

On the other hand, younger brother Alex seems to do this shaving thing all the time. Owing to his granny smith apple sized nuts, he makes due by keeping the area tidy. Since he's an athlete on his high school track team, he apparently shaves his crotch and inner thighs on a regular basis. And since he grew up in this same family, modesty does not seem to apply. He was glad to do the whole thing in full view of me and my very interested gaze.

As I was getting dressed from our little jack-fest in Alex's hotel room, I had a lot to think about. All of this stuff was just sort of spinning around inside my head. This was supposed to be my first week of college, and I was supposed to be thinking about classes and books a little more than cocks and balls.

I needed to be by myself, to get myself back on track. So I left.

Leaving Alex still lying on the bed with no clothes on. Nothing but his beautiful smile, his crazy, unruly long blond hair, and...

And his very nice boner.

I apologized quickly and kissed him lightly on the lips. Mmm.

Once I got outside the hotel, I walked along the river back toward the bridge. It was still chilly. My legs were definitely cold, just like when I'd crossed over earlier today, but now I was kind of cold all over, and the breeze whipped right through my ridiculously thin running shorts. I walked faster, almost a half jog.

And where was I going to find some Oreos?

My mind raced back and forth between the need for food and a very nice permanently implanted image of Alex's beautiful erection I'd just left behind.

If I could have only selected one of the two to have with me on a deserted island, I would have probably starved to death. Happily. I'd get filled up in a different sort of a way. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes against the cold.

The wind zipped across the river now at a pretty good clip, plastering my shorts against me. I looked down and saw my mostly soft dick pointing left, outlined perfectly. People who passed me on the bridge seemed to be trying to stay warm and failed to notice.

Unbelievable! For the first time in a day or so, my dick was its own.

Hmmm, not sure how I felt about that.

Once I was midway across, I watched some of the geese floating by, struggling to stay upright on the swells at like twenty knots. By the time I got back to the dorm, I was really cold and now I was totally starving.

Luckily, for the first time since I'd arrived yesterday, I walked into my room and did not find my roommate Alan on the floor, naked, doing push-ups. He was not there at all.

I dug a banana out of my backpack that I'd brought on the plane with me from home. I quickly unpeeled it but stopped before putting it in my mouth.

Whole, the banana made me think about Alex's dick again. A little off-white. Curved. Smooth lines and nicely shaped. But my banana didn't have a world-class scrotum attached to it at the base. Oh well.

I slammed the banana into my mouth as fast as I could.

I thought back to Alex and his incredible body. I'd never had sex with a pole vaulter before. In fact, I still hadn't. It was very unlike me, but I had failed to touch Alex's hard cock even once.

When the banana was gone, I felt a little sad.

No banana. No prime meat from the soon-to-be All-American high school pole vaulter.

I sniffed and fell back heavily onto my bed. I pulled my pillow against my chest and squeezed it tight.

Tomorrow was Monday and I would get my first chance to meet the guys on the track team. Then came Tuesday, when classes would start and I would officially be a college student.

But today was still Sunday. So what was I going to do with myself? Food was still right up there on the priority list. So was a shower.

I pulled off my shoes and socks, slipped my smelly running shorts over my legs, and then pulled off my shirt. I wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed my shampoo and headed off down the hall.

When I was reasonably clean, I went back to my room.

I was not surprised to see Alan on the floor. Sit-ups this time. And at least he was wearing a pair of jeans. Barefoot and no shirt though.

"Hey, roomie," I said. I surprised myself, but I was actually happy to see him. Even with clothes on, sort of.

He grunted a hello and kept doing his crunches.

I kicked Alan lightly in the butt with my foot as I stepped around him. He smiled and kept crunching. He was sort of whisper-counting, and I thought I heard him say 'seventy three, seventy four..."

I stood over him for a moment and watched, amazed. There was no way I ever got past fifty!

Now, he was somewhere in the eighties and straining. He was unable to really speak.

I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes. My towel hiked up my leg, and I readjusted it so that my private parts remained covered. Alan's rhythmic grunting relaxed me, and I guess at some point I must have drifted off.

"Dinner?"

I saw Alan above me, shaking me.

"What?"

"Dinner? Do you want to go get some dinner dude?"

"Um sure, yeah, let's go," I said.

"Good, let's go. Me and some guys are gonna grab some Chinese at this place down the street."

"Chinese?"

"Yup, hurry up sleepy head," Alan said.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I looked at Alan.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" I asked with a yawn.

He turned and faced me with a wide grin on his face. He had on a black leather vest and black leather pants and black boots. On his head he wore a black cowboy hat.

"We're going out later, do you want to come?"

I shook my head. Not really saying no, but more just marveling at his outfit.

"Um, but what about your girlfriend?"

He smirked.

"Are you kidding? Today's Sunday, she's probably still in church."

"Church? People go to church on Sunday night?"

Alan nodded. "Anyway, forget about her. It's Sunday night, it's nice and cool. And me and the guys are going out."

"Like that?" I asked again, still unable to believe that my straight roommate from Texas was now transformed into a sort of Cowboy Leatherman.

He nodded again.

I stood up and dropped my towel, walking naked over to my closet. Alan watched me like I was a fly he couldn't let get away.

"Very tight ass, roomie," he said.

I twisted my head around and looked at my own ass. What did one say to such a compliment? "Um, yeah," I said.

He smiled and grabbed one of my butt cheeks. I pushed his hands off of me and pulled away. "What is it with you guys?" I asked.

When I was fully dressed in jeans, a shirt, and a baby blue sweater I had gotten from my grandparents for graduation, I laced up my brown shoes and joined Alex in the hallway with the other guys.

There were three of them now, plus me. Both of the others wearing the same as Alex. Leather vests and pants and no shirts. Only Alex had on a beret though.

Next to the three of them all in black, I looked completely ridiculous. This was a Halloween party where we'd gotten completely different invitations. They looked like they were ready with the whips and chains, I was just a prep, their boy-toy they'd brought along for amusement who'd wind up being hog-tied to a pole and forced to lick their boots.

Oh my god, was my roommate really a sado-masochist?

"I'm Tom," the taller one said.

"Jack," the shorter one said.

Alan smiled and introduced me. "This is TJ."

I opened my mouth and sort of smiled at Alan's two friends.

College. Oh well, what the fuck?

"How's it goin?" Tom and Jack said in perfect unison.

"Hi," I finally managed in a hoarse voice.

I zipped my jacket up to my neck and we left. I saw that they didn't bother with putting anything on over their vests to keep warm. It was freezing outside, they were frigging nuts!

We walked a few blocks down and grabbed a table at a divey place with dead ducks hanging in the window.

I barely remember the food. I mostly remember the funny looks we got from people in the restaurant. They were either gawking at the crazy get-ups that Alan and Tom and Jack were wearing, or they were imagining the crazy things that the three leather men were going to do later to the silly prepster in baby blue.

After we ate, it was clear we weren't done. Outside the restaurant Alan looked at Tom and Jack. "The Cellar?"

Tom nodded.

We were off. Holy crap!

We walked a few blocks making stupid small talk. The weather. The dirty sidewalks. The price of Chinese food nowadays.

"Aren't you guys like totally freezing without jackets?"I asked. "And you know, without shirts?" I was pretty amazed that they could stand being outside like this.

Tom glared at me and Jack smirked.

"I am a little cold," Alan admitted.

I sort of half hugged him as we walked down the street. Surprisingly, his skin was soft and skin was not all hairy or stubbly or anything. And boy was he smooth! I almost asked him what kind of lotion he used to make it feel so soft, but I looked over at the contingent of Leather boys alongside me and thought better of it.

Soon we arrived at what looked like a dark warehouse. A single bulb was lit over a steel door. The building was a dingy mess, but the door was shiny and had sort of a pattern to it.

"Nice door," I said.

Tom nodded. Jack grunted.

Then Tom knocked on the pretty door. After a moment, it opened and a blast of loud club music wafted out into the street. The man who opened the door wore a black biker's cap, leather pants just like all my new friends, and had criss-crossed leather belts on his chest. He had no shirt on of course. He had a tattoo on his chest that I couldn't quite make out in the dark light, but I thought it might have been a gorilla with an erection.

I watched Alan and Tom and Jack move toward the door as Mr. Criss-Cross Applesauce held it open wider for them to enter.

"Um," I stammered. "Guys..."

Tom had already disappeared behind the very nice steel door. Alan and Jack turned their heads to look at me.

I used my head to sort of motion toward my clothes.

"Do you think I should, you know...should I lose this sweater?"

Alan smiled and went inside. Jack followed him.

"Just take it off, Biff, I'll watch it for you," Mr. Applesauce said in such a deep voice that I thought he must be joking.

"Right," I said. "Okay, I'll just take this off then." I pulled my blue sweater over my head and started to fold it. The doorman's face became a sneer, so I stopped folding it up and rolled it into a ball and handed it to him.

"Thanks," I said. "Take good care of this, okay," I added with a smile.

"Your t-shirt too," Applesauce said, tugging at my sleeve.

"Really?"

He nodded.

"Isn't it sort of cold to be going shirtless?" I asked him.

"Not inside it's not," he said. "Besides, it's club policy. Either leather or no shirt. No LaCoste sweaters. Ever!"

I smiled. "Um, okay, well, I guess this is not really leather, is it then?"

Applesauce shook his head. "Off."

I pulled off my undershirt and stood there in the cold air. Applesauce looked me over from head to toe. He grabbed my shirt and wadded it together with my blue sweater, stuffed them into a garbage bag and handed me a ticket.

"Pick it up when you're done," he said, almost cheerfully.

"Um, okay sure." I wasn't sure if I was supposed to tip him. What was the rule about how much to give to the man who held on to your clothes for you?

"Have a good time in there," Applesauce said. "And keep it safe."

"Safe," I mouthed silently to myself. I nodded a thank you, then took a deep breath and headed inside.

I could barely see in the darkness. Somebody asked me for ten dollars and stamped my hand. I never saw the guys face.

There were red light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. I stood there for a moment to get myself oriented. My so-called friends were someplace already inside, nowhere to be found.

Once my eyes adjusted, I could make it an awful lot of bodies. There seemed to be men everywhere, some shirtless, some wearing different types of black leather. And steel, there seemed to be a lot of metal on their bodies too.

The music thumped. I walked toward it. I was groped.

Hmm.

I searched for Alan, but he was no place to be found. I hadn't even known the guy for two days yet, but I really, really wanted to find him. It wasn't easy in the dim light. And everybody sort of looked the same. Most of the guys had on leather or chains or what looked like a Scuba outfit. A few were shirtless like me. From what I could see, the bodies were amazing.

My dick got semi-hard and I looked down.

Somebody walked behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands. Startled, I walked toward the louder music in search of Alan and the guys.

The dance floor was a tight enclosed room. Strobe lights flashed and there was a sad little disco ball that wasn't spinning. A couple of guys tried to stick their hand down my pants as I threaded my way through the crowd and I pushed them away gently.

Oh my god, where the fuck were we?

A couple of the guys dancing were not really moving much, but sort of locked together chest to chest while their hands explored each other.

I stared at one particular guy swaying to the music all by himself who was the spitting image of Joey, only about 6 inches shorter. He had on what looked to me like plastic pants that were unbuttoned at the crotch part way. He was shirtless like me and his torso glistened with sweat.

He must not have seen me staring at him because he never bothered to make eye contact with me.

Fucker.

I moved on to look again for Alan.

I found him up against a bar with a beer in his hand. He was talking to this really, really huge black guy who was bursting out of a too-small leather vest. The black guy had a beard and an earring in each ear. He reminded me of a pirate. I tried to find the guy's hand to see if he had a little black hook there instead.

Alan seemed to be looking at the guys face, paying very close attention to what the pirate was saying.

"Hey Alan," I said as I walked up to them.

The pirate looked at me as if I was malaria.

"What?" Alan said.

"I said 'hey'" I shouted.

"What?" Alan asked again.

"Do you know this guy?" Pirate asked Alan, putting a big paw without a hook onto Alan's bare shoulder, thereby claiming him as his own.

"We're friends," I shouted even louder. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to take him away from you, he's actually my roommate." I explained.

"What?" Pirate asked.

"This is TJ," Alan said, nodding in my direction, "TJ, this is..." Alan stammered. It was clear he didn't remember the pirate's name.

"Barry," he said, with a smirk. His paw wrapped itself completely around Alan's shoulder and it looked like he might slip it around Alan's neck.

"Really?" I asked, in a voice that I was sure Barry the Pirate couldn't hear. "You're name is Barry?"

"Nice to meetcha," Barry said, without taking his eyes off of Alan.

My poor little roommate!

"I mean, I was sure you're name was going to be Sam or Mel or something. Certainly not Barry," I said.

Neither of them heard me over the blasting club music.

"See you around," Barry said in a tone that made it very clear that I needed to leave that very second.

Alan must have agreed. He raised his eyebrows and seemed to slide his body toward the huge hulking frame of Barry the Pirate.

I looked at Alan and made a face at him, just to make sure he really wanted me to leave. Before Alan could answer or even make a face back at me, Barry pushed him away and they walked to another section of the bar.

Wow!

I don't think I'd ever made such a bad impression in such a short time before. I watched the pirate push Alan into a darker doorway at the other side of the room. It was too dark for me to see where that room went.

I was immediately concerned for Alan's safety. Would Barry make my roommate walk the plank?

Or maybe just sit on it?

I put the thought out of my mind and summoned the bartender with a snap. I ordered a diet Coke.

He gave me a look. Clearly he didn't like being snapped at.

"Um, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude," I said. "May I have a Diet Coke please? Or maybe a Diet Pepsi?"

He grunted that they didn't have that here.

Did I want a beer or a water?

"Um, beer," I said. "Do you have light?"

"What?"

"Light," I shouted. "Light beer!"

The bartender gave me a look and put a bottle of Budweiser on the bar between us. "Five," he said.

"Dollars?"

He nodded. I fished around inside my jeans, dug out some one dollar bills and threw them all on the bar. He snatched them up and I was left alone with my Bud.

Wow. My first beer at college!

It took me at least a half hour to finish it. But I remained glued to my spot, too terrified to move. Too terrified to go looking for Alan again. Too terrified to go back to the dance room. I finished my beer in just over 100 sips, burped quietly to myself, and then whispered 'excuse me' to nobody in particular.

Then I decided that I had to do something different. Nobody else seemed to be standing in the same place for as long as I had been.

With a beer in me, I felt brave enough to go into the dark room at the end of the bar. I burped again and walked over.

It was quieter in the dark room. We were a little farther away from the thumping music.

I heard sex sounds. I took a few baby steps inside until I could see better in the dark.

Out of the corner of my eye, I think I saw Tom and Jack and some other guy around some kind of sling hanging from the ceiling. Jack was naked from the waist down and the other guy was spanking him with his bare hand.

I kept walking.

I saw a really hot guy getting head from two men on their knees at the same time while two other guys held his hands behind his head and tugged hard on his nipples. The hot guys seemed like he was either in a lot of pain or he was just about to come.

I kept walking.

I saw somebody getting fucked from behind while he blew somebody else standing in front of him.

"Take my big fat cock, you mutherfucker!" somebody shouted in a low voice.

"Ack!"

"Take it fucker!"

I kept walking.

Now that my eyes were adjusted, it wasn't really that hard to spot Alan and Barry the Pirate. They were in a corner and a crowd of practically naked men had gathered around them to watch what they were doing.

From across the room I didn't really know what they were doing myself.

As I got closer I could see Alan's face. No question about it, he was bouncing up and down on Barry's gang plank.

Barry was completely nude. Alan still had on his vest.

Barry held Alan aloft with just one arm, facing each other. Alan was balancing his feet on the Pirates massive thighs and sort of doing squats in mid air. The Pirates cock disappeared deep inside Alan's butthole. When Barry's meat was deep inside, Alan's eyes close and his face contorted in pain. Then Barry would lift him up and perch Alan up at the top of his dick. Alan's face would come back to normal and then Barry would shove him back down again and Alan was impaled again.

I was completely shocked that my little Texas roommate was in a sex club getting fucked by a giant black guy named Barry. My straight little wrestler roommate could take it up the ass!

Just like me!

Actually there was no way I could ever do anything like what I was watching Alan do right now. No way! Not ever!

I watched for a few more minutes, and I found myself strangely turned on.

It's not every day that you can watch a friend bounce up and down on a penis like his personal trampoline!

As I did, at least five guys came up to me and grabbed me someplace. One guy managed to get his hands all the way down inside my pants from behind and grabbed my nuts from between my legs before I could squirm away. But I was left with an erection that was now obvious to anybody who passed by, even despite the lack of light.

After a few minutes, Barry's arms seemed to get tired of holding Alan up in the air and a few guys came over to be of assistance. While the other guys moved Alan up and down on the Pirate's penis like a yo-yo, two of them also chewed hard on Alan's nipples and the third squeezed Alan's cock as hard as he could.

The head of Alan's dick was beet red. Ouch, that's gotta hurt!

Finally I let a bald guy shove his whole arm into my pants and play with me.

As he got down on his knees to lower my jeans, I heard Alan let out a scream. Sort of like his life was ending I thought.

Without any of the four men he was having sex with even touching his dick, Alan came as Barry's huge manhood disappeared inside him again.

"Aaaaaagh!"

As my pants fell around my ankles and my own dick slapped against the tongue of the anonymous leather boy kneeling in front of me, Barry put Alan down on the ground and turned away. A few seconds later, Barry was plowing another one of the guys from behind.

So I got a blow job. Alan huddled in the corner on his knees and collected his clothes and his hat. Alan came over to me just as I was shooting my own load onto my chest, the sucking boy beneath me having let my dick free when I started to buck and pulse, the universal sign for 'I'm about to cum in your mouth, you better pull me outta' there.'

Alan smiled and put his black cowboy hat onto my head. He gave my chest a light playful squeeze and walked out of the dark room. I watched him go, then closed my eyes.

I needed to sleep.

Somebody's hand smeared my sperm back and forth from side to side across my chest and got a little bit under my left arm.

"Eww." I said to myself.

I pulled up my pants and jogged off after Alan.

I have no idea how the two of us got out of there without any more damage. Or how I got my clothes back from the guy at the front door of the club. Or how I wound up asleep on top of my bed, covered only by a little blanket that I think belonged to Alan. Or how my sweater was miraculously folded into a neat little package and tucked away in my closet.

I woke up to Alan's smiling face shaking my shoulder.

"Sleepy head, come on wake up, let's go, it's getting late," Alan said.

"What?"

"Come on roomie, let's go get some dinner," he pleaded.

As my eyes focused, I could see Alan above me in a tan cowboy hat.

"Dinner?" I asked, "Is it really that late?"

"It's like 7:30," he said. "You've been snoozin' for like two hours."

I shook my head and rubbed the sand out of my eyes.

"Really?"

He nodded and grabbed a jacket out of his closet, it was tan and somehow the exact same shade of his cowboy hat. I watched him across the room. He certainly didn't look like he'd just been screwed in the ass by a giant black pirate.

"Where's your black hat?" I asked.

"What black hat? I don't have a black hat. I only brought this one with me from home."

I rubbed my eyes again. "Really?"

My hand reached down and I felt my wet and sticky semen on my chest, and even some underneath my left arm.

Uh oh.

"Do you wanna get Chinese? A few guys from down the hall know a good place," he said.

"Chinese? Again? Didn't we just..." my voice trailed off.

No black hat. Hmm. I looked at Alan's butt in his blue jeans, he seemed to be okay.

I closed my eyes and thought about what was really going on here. After a moment, I thought I'd make one last attempt to find out the truth.

"Um, by any chance do you have leather pants?" I asked.

Alan scrunched up his face and gave me a look like I was nuts. Or maybe like I had malaria. He shook his head. "What the fuck, dude? Leather pants?"

I smiled. "Never mind. I must have been thinking about somebody else."

 

[DA2FLBADBOYS]

A great story . You are a great writer I cant wait to see what happens next so please write more soon ...

 

[2008spike]

Will post the next part tomorrow.