the baseball player down the hall...
I was a sophomore in college, and being a little shy, after I worked out, I would go back to my dorm to take a shower. It's not that I didn't like guys checking me out, I just didn't want to get hard in the communal showers. So I went back to my room, grabbed a towel and headed for the bathrooms.
I walked in, took a piss and then headed through into the shower stalls at the back of the room. It ws 10:30pm, and I couldn't imagine there'd be anyone else in there, but I heard the noise of falling water as I opened the door, and saw that one of the stalls was occupied.
I usually took the stall all the way at the end, that way no-one could see me if the crappy shower curtain wouldn't close, and as I walked down the aisle I had to sneak a quick look at whoever the guy was I'd be sharing my evening with - figuring, after all, that the shower curtains don't always close properly...
I wasn't expecting what I saw, in fact, I hesitated for a micro-second as I passed the stall: the curtain wasn't quite as closed as it could have been, and the guy in the stall was standing with his back to the shower, head up, eyes close and his right hand wrapped around his hard cock.
I felt this huge lump in my throat, which was quickly followed by a huge lump in my shorts, as my cock sprung into life. He hadn't seen me - maybe he hadn't even heard me, but I decided to be a little more adventurous, and picked the stall right next door.
I stripped off in the stall, throwing my clothes outside, hanging the towel on the rail and turned on the shower. The guy next door suddenly heard the sound of my shower starting and moved around a little - out of the corner of my eye, I could see his head move... I didn't want to look over and be too obvious!
By now, my cock was rock hard, but I was too scared to face him, or open my curtain, so I soaped up and jacked off against the opposite wall. When I was done, my hot friend was gone. I took a huge sign of relief, washed my hair then exited the shower and went back to my room and to bed.
As I lay there, I couldn't help visualising the guy, how hot he looked with water cascading over his boy, powerful cock in hand. Needless to say, I slept well and dreamed of hot guys.
The next day was busy with school, I hung out with friends, and then headed to the gym. All day, the only thing I could think about was the image of the guy in the shower. I decided to follow the same schedule and see what happened.
By the time I got back to the dorm, my heart was in my mouth, I was so tensed; partly scared, but also wired at the chance to see the guy again. I had convinced myself hours ago that I'd walk into the shower room and be the only person there, but maybe, just maybe he'd be back...
As I cracked the door open, I heard silence from the showers. My heart sank and I let out a sigh. I still needed to shower, so I walked around the corner.
And there he was. Getting undressed.
I hesitated. Taking the stall next to him would be obvious, but if I didn't, he'd think that I wasn't interested - right? Oh god! What was I going to do?
He took the lead, by sliding his underwear off and walking into the stall. He closed the curtain just enough not to get his clothes wet, and just enough so I could see him, and he could see me undress.
Which I did. My heart was racing, my cock had pretty much been hard all day, but was now bursting out of the jock strap I had selected as workout gear for that evening. I turned toward the shower stall, now wearing only the jock - innocently walking in to hang up my shampoo - and our eyes met.
He was soaping up his armpit, rubbing his hands across his chest, and waiting for me to look at him. He smiled, and I smiled back. All I could think of was Brad Pitt's line from "Fight Club"; "as I pass, do I give you the crotch or the ass"... And I turned around, slid the jock off my ass and walked into the stall next to him.
I turned to face him, but he wasn't looking at me, so I soaped myself up and prepared for a nice long, hot jack off. I really got into the groove, my legs wide apart, really stroking my balls and letting the water cascade across my body. My eyes would close as the warm about-to-come feeling spread from my crotch and up my body. As my eyes opened, I saw him watching me, with the exact same expression.
I came first. Spraying a huge load onto the shower partition wall. Inches from the hot guy who was also about to come. As I came, I let out a loud sighing grunt. Our eyes locked again, then his left hand grabbed the top of the wall and he came too. We were both a little exhausted from all the hard work - and then we heard the door to the shower room open, and a bunch of guys spill in.
The moment was broken. We turned back to the shower heads and washed up as two guys took the remaining stalls in the room and had a long conversation about who should have won the ping-pong tournament.
I turned off the shower, dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. Next door, my new best friend finished up and did the same. I collected my clothes and walked away, not wanting to be too obvious to anyone. But as I exited the shower room, I was able to hold the door open for him.
I still didn't know who he was - afer all, it was the second week of the semester, and a hundred guys lived on my floor. And we still hadn't said a word to each other. Holding out towels around our waist, we walked down the hall - he was maybe four paces behind me when I got to my door.
"Godd night" he said, with a nice smile, as I let myself in and he continued to walk.
Great. Now he knew who I was, but I still had no idea who he was. Damn!
I sat down at my PowerBook and tried to figure out a way to search our dorm resident list by face, but to no avail. I logged in and checked my e-mail, and surfed around on the net for a little while. Then my room mate came home.
"Dude, c'mon, no jacking off in a towel in the room!" he joked
"Well, y'know, when you gotta go, you gotta go!" I smiled back. I walked over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs, sliding them on under my towel, so the roomie wouldn't be treated to a flash of the hardness of my cock. I slipped into a baggy t-shirt, hung up the towel and went to bed.
I woke up the next morning wondering if it had all been a dream, and then cursing the ping-pong boys for their lousy timing. I grabbed my PowerBook, and did what I always do every morning, checked my mail. Not thinking about anything.
He had sent me mail. He knew who I was, he figured out my e-mail address, and now he was sending me mail!!! Again, my heart was pounding. My cock began to stir, I wondered how I was going to get out of bed and get to class without the roomie seeing how hard I was...
"Hi there, hope you don't mind the intrusion. Wondering if you wanted to workout again tonight, looks like we have a good ryhthm going, maybe I can spot you? signed Carl."
Carl. I had a name. And I had an address, but it was a hotmail address. Dammit. I pulled up the dorm web site and searched for "Carl" - which brought up a nice face pic and a room number. He was down the hall, in one of the rooms with a great view, and had a single.
I decided to see if I could figure anything else out about him. On a whim, I punched his name into the school's search engine, and hit enter. Then I realized why he was so hot - he's on the baseball team...
(to be continued... if there's interest)
I was a sophomore in college, and being a little shy, after I worked out, I would go back to my dorm to take a shower. It's not that I didn't like guys checking me out, I just didn't want to get hard in the communal showers. So I went back to my room, grabbed a towel and headed for the bathrooms.
I walked in, took a piss and then headed through into the shower stalls at the back of the room. It ws 10:30pm, and I couldn't imagine there'd be anyone else in there, but I heard the noise of falling water as I opened the door, and saw that one of the stalls was occupied.
I usually took the stall all the way at the end, that way no-one could see me if the crappy shower curtain wouldn't close, and as I walked down the aisle I had to sneak a quick look at whoever the guy was I'd be sharing my evening with - figuring, after all, that the shower curtains don't always close properly...
I wasn't expecting what I saw, in fact, I hesitated for a micro-second as I passed the stall: the curtain wasn't quite as closed as it could have been, and the guy in the stall was standing with his back to the shower, head up, eyes close and his right hand wrapped around his hard cock.
I felt this huge lump in my throat, which was quickly followed by a huge lump in my shorts, as my cock sprung into life. He hadn't seen me - maybe he hadn't even heard me, but I decided to be a little more adventurous, and picked the stall right next door.
I stripped off in the stall, throwing my clothes outside, hanging the towel on the rail and turned on the shower. The guy next door suddenly heard the sound of my shower starting and moved around a little - out of the corner of my eye, I could see his head move... I didn't want to look over and be too obvious!
By now, my cock was rock hard, but I was too scared to face him, or open my curtain, so I soaped up and jacked off against the opposite wall. When I was done, my hot friend was gone. I took a huge sign of relief, washed my hair then exited the shower and went back to my room and to bed.
As I lay there, I couldn't help visualising the guy, how hot he looked with water cascading over his boy, powerful cock in hand. Needless to say, I slept well and dreamed of hot guys.
The next day was busy with school, I hung out with friends, and then headed to the gym. All day, the only thing I could think about was the image of the guy in the shower. I decided to follow the same schedule and see what happened.
By the time I got back to the dorm, my heart was in my mouth, I was so tensed; partly scared, but also wired at the chance to see the guy again. I had convinced myself hours ago that I'd walk into the shower room and be the only person there, but maybe, just maybe he'd be back...
As I cracked the door open, I heard silence from the showers. My heart sank and I let out a sigh. I still needed to shower, so I walked around the corner.
And there he was. Getting undressed.
I hesitated. Taking the stall next to him would be obvious, but if I didn't, he'd think that I wasn't interested - right? Oh god! What was I going to do?
He took the lead, by sliding his underwear off and walking into the stall. He closed the curtain just enough not to get his clothes wet, and just enough so I could see him, and he could see me undress.
Which I did. My heart was racing, my cock had pretty much been hard all day, but was now bursting out of the jock strap I had selected as workout gear for that evening. I turned toward the shower stall, now wearing only the jock - innocently walking in to hang up my shampoo - and our eyes met.
He was soaping up his armpit, rubbing his hands across his chest, and waiting for me to look at him. He smiled, and I smiled back. All I could think of was Brad Pitt's line from "Fight Club"; "as I pass, do I give you the crotch or the ass"... And I turned around, slid the jock off my ass and walked into the stall next to him.
I turned to face him, but he wasn't looking at me, so I soaped myself up and prepared for a nice long, hot jack off. I really got into the groove, my legs wide apart, really stroking my balls and letting the water cascade across my body. My eyes would close as the warm about-to-come feeling spread from my crotch and up my body. As my eyes opened, I saw him watching me, with the exact same expression.
I came first. Spraying a huge load onto the shower partition wall. Inches from the hot guy who was also about to come. As I came, I let out a loud sighing grunt. Our eyes locked again, then his left hand grabbed the top of the wall and he came too. We were both a little exhausted from all the hard work - and then we heard the door to the shower room open, and a bunch of guys spill in.
The moment was broken. We turned back to the shower heads and washed up as two guys took the remaining stalls in the room and had a long conversation about who should have won the ping-pong tournament.
I turned off the shower, dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. Next door, my new best friend finished up and did the same. I collected my clothes and walked away, not wanting to be too obvious to anyone. But as I exited the shower room, I was able to hold the door open for him.
I still didn't know who he was - afer all, it was the second week of the semester, and a hundred guys lived on my floor. And we still hadn't said a word to each other. Holding out towels around our waist, we walked down the hall - he was maybe four paces behind me when I got to my door.
"Godd night" he said, with a nice smile, as I let myself in and he continued to walk.
Great. Now he knew who I was, but I still had no idea who he was. Damn!
I sat down at my PowerBook and tried to figure out a way to search our dorm resident list by face, but to no avail. I logged in and checked my e-mail, and surfed around on the net for a little while. Then my room mate came home.
"Dude, c'mon, no jacking off in a towel in the room!" he joked
"Well, y'know, when you gotta go, you gotta go!" I smiled back. I walked over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs, sliding them on under my towel, so the roomie wouldn't be treated to a flash of the hardness of my cock. I slipped into a baggy t-shirt, hung up the towel and went to bed.
I woke up the next morning wondering if it had all been a dream, and then cursing the ping-pong boys for their lousy timing. I grabbed my PowerBook, and did what I always do every morning, checked my mail. Not thinking about anything.
He had sent me mail. He knew who I was, he figured out my e-mail address, and now he was sending me mail!!! Again, my heart was pounding. My cock began to stir, I wondered how I was going to get out of bed and get to class without the roomie seeing how hard I was...
"Hi there, hope you don't mind the intrusion. Wondering if you wanted to workout again tonight, looks like we have a good ryhthm going, maybe I can spot you? signed Carl."
Carl. I had a name. And I had an address, but it was a hotmail address. Dammit. I pulled up the dorm web site and searched for "Carl" - which brought up a nice face pic and a room number. He was down the hall, in one of the rooms with a great view, and had a single.
I decided to see if I could figure anything else out about him. On a whim, I punched his name into the school's search engine, and hit enter. Then I realized why he was so hot - he's on the baseball team...
(to be continued... if there's interest)
