As I showered, I was trying not to think about jacking off. I had agreed with a fellow soldier, Rick, to go to a movie, and showering was part of getting ready. It was an effort to keep down the desire to jack off because I found myself alone in this large open shower room. At odd times of the day, like this, if one hurried it could be done without getting caught. I know, I'd done it before, myself. I'd also seen, often enough, those tell-tale signs of other soldiers interrupted in the process of beating off. They'd try to camouflage it with a flurry of conspicuous soap lathering, but it was an erotic moment which I'd savor but pretend to ignore for the sake of my fellow meat-beater.
Tonight, though, the reason for my reserve was my hope that Rick would finally prove himself as sexually experimental as he kept hinting he was. With that hope, I was "saving" myself for later.
This barracks, at a training school we were both attending, had several floors. Each floor had two large shower rooms, one at each end. Rick bunked on the lowest floor and at the other end of the building. During the day, we sat next to one another taking class. At a coffee break a couple of weeks earlier, someone (I think it was me) in our group complained (or boasted) about getting erections while sitting through these boring classes. Rick had chuckled and blushed in such a disarming and charming way that, well, it turned me on. After that, whenever I got a hard-on, which was even more frequently than before, I'd nudge him, he'd glance down at my distended crotch, and we'd snicker together quietly. It wasn't long before he started nudging me, too, and I'd check out the newly formed bulge in his crotch. No one else seemed to take notice of us, even though both bulges were equally impressive. Showing off the outline of my hard-on and looking at Rick's was very arousing. And it was fun, too. Tonight, I was hoping I could discover a way to unveil our bulges.
Suddenly, two nude barracks-mates came into the showers. My very first impression of them was that they were both sexually aroused. They sported large, long, thick cocks. My practiced eye told me these were inflating erections only a phase or two from complete stiffness. My gut churned with lust. They mumbled a hello and took showerheads next to one another at the far end of the room. Even with their backs to me, these were sexy dudes. It didn't take a genius to figure out they wanted to be alone, so I finished showering and left, feeling grateful their intrusion had interrupted my growing urge to jack off. Visions of what they'd be doing together, however, ignited my imagination and made me even hornier. But Rick would be waiting.
Back in my room, with my roommate gone, I glimpsed my nude figure in the full length mirror on my closet door as I finished toweling off and I realized those two boys in the shower must have noticed my cock, too. It was looking as full and inflated as were theirs. The inclination to jack off became very strong, again, as I thought of how exciting they looked and wondered what they'd be doing together, and then watched my cock respond to my lewd imaginings. My cock looked so good, growing larger as I watched. My physique, too, looked surprisingly good. I was routinely weight-training, exercising and swimming. It showed. Mine was no longer the image of a timid teenager poised to enjoy a private whack off in the bathroom mirror back home. No. This was a full-grown man. Strong. Virile. Hung. And horny. Watching his cock firm up for a willing fist and losing the struggle to "save" himself for later.
"I'll bet those sexy bastards are fucking around in the showers right now," I whispered to my reflection. My cock continued its deliberate rise. "I'd love to join 'em," I whispered huskily. Then I watched my fist grip the tall-standing cock in the mirror.
"Oooh, that feels so good," I sighed quietly, drawing the skin down, sliding my fist to my balls. I saw my cock flush with excitement and enlarge to its most imposing size. My fist traveled the formidable length in slow, well-gripped expertise. The giant, thick-flanged cockhead puffed to an impressive dimension atop the long shaft and big balls bounced beneath the thick cock-base. The scene in the mirror showed a man ready to jack off to climax. I knew I was primed to pump out a heavy load. But Rick was waiting.
Reluctantly, I released my cock, watching the trenchant member pulsate vibrantly in front of me. I still felt I wanted to follow through on my little scheme and con-tinue to "save" myself for Rick. If I got lucky tonight, I reasoned, it would be even more exciting than this autoerotic pleasure. I was reaching for my shorts when I caught another glimpse of my reflection. Damn, I looked good. My cock was alive with spirit, gleaming with passion, shining in the glow of the soft light in the room. My thighs looked muscular, my hips narrow, my abdominal muscles tense and strong, decorated with a sexy patch of cockhair, my chest heaving with excitement and highlighted by two large nipples, hard with arousal. I was looking at a man ready to come. I felt the surging of anticipatory pleasures and knew all it would take was a few sensuous strokes to bring myself off and coat the mirror in a slick sheen of sticky semen. Yes, Rick was waiting, but...
Thinking along the lines of A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, and telling myself my plan probably wouldn't work with Rick anyway, I wrapped my fist around the burning cockflesh again and heard myself sigh with intense pleasure.
I also heard a pair of shoes clicking their way down the tiled corridor in a cocky cadence, coming nearer, but, knowing Rick never came up to my room, I paid no attention. My cock held all my attention. It looked great in the mirror, being pumped by my muscular fist, balls bouncing, legs splayed apart. What a sexy sight. I've always loved watching myself jack off. In the back of my mind, I was aware that the clicking shoes were coming even nearer, but I felt secure in my room and I was certain Rick would not be coming up to fetch me. Reality was fading as I was really starting to enjoy the overwhelming stimulation of the self-administered hand job.
Suddenly, in the mirror, I saw my door, which had no lock, being flung open and I watched Rick walk right into the room. No knock. No calling out my name. Just the door bursting open and Rick swaggering into the room. His clicking shoes should have alerted me, but didn't.
Rick stopped dead in his tracks. His chin dropped and his mouth opened as he took in the scene before him: his buddy, perfectly naked, completely aroused, obviously jerking off and, to top it all off, duplicated in a full-length mirror. From every angle, from any angle, he could clearly see what I was doing.
My mind stopped; so did my fist. There was no way to duck or hide or mask what I was doing. No covering was within reach. If I turned around towards him, I'd simply be pointing my erection directly at him, like the reflection of my cock was now doing. I was caught jacking off and that was that. It flashed through my mind that he could turn me in to the military authorities. I realized that was a stupid thought, but I heard myself say, without thinking, "Oh! Shit!"
"Wow!" Rick sighed softly, his eyes wide open, darting from my image in the mirror to my ass, to my cock, to the mirror image of my cock, and back again. His left hand reached behind him and he slammed the door shut, while his right hand groped his own full crotch. "Jesus," he said with emotion, "you look fantastic!" That's all he said, but he moved slowly forward, towards me, his fist working on a rapid swelling in his pants.
"I... You..." I stammered, at the same time embarrassed at being caught red handed yet intrigued by his delightfully sexy and not altogether unexpected reaction to my naked image. He was not offended by my aroused nudity, he was as aroused by it as I was. He wasn't going to turn me in, he was getting turned on. He didn't want me to grab some clothes and cover myself, he wanted to uncover himself and get naked with me. I heard, more than saw, his zipper being drawn down his fly as he came closer still.
"For weeks," he whispered in a voice filled with sexual nuance, "I've been wanting to find a way to see that thing exposed and in action. To find a way to watch you handle it." His eyes were riveted on my throbbing erection. "I've been teased by its hidden outline long enough, don't you agree?"
"Yes," I agreed simply. I turned towards him, looked down at his open fly and saw the white of his jockey shorts in it, but also saw the impressive outline I'd come to admire. "I've been wanting to see yours, too," I admitted honestly.
"Wow!" he sighed, again. He was unbuckling his belt. "Want to do it together?"
"Yes!" I almost shouted. Then I watched as his pants slid down his muscular legs. He opened his shirt and I saw the huge bulge hidden in his white jockey shorts. The huge, but familiar, bulge. A wave of intense craving washed over me. "Let me help you," I said, and closed the gap between us with a step or two.
I reached out and grasped the elastic waistband of his shorts with both hands, stretched the garment away from his body, freeing the erection, which jumped excitedly and straightened up to stand tall and proud in front of his muscular, hairy abdomen, and then I pulled the garment down his strong thighs, hearing the elastic snap against his thighs as it was freed from his high, firm buttocks. The sight of him, almost naked before me, a surging, pulsating erection beckoning for attention, damn near made me come on the spot. As I lowered the shorts, leaning downwards and in towards him, my face came closer and closer to the throbbing, thick cock.
The top of my head brushed erotically against his left nipple. The touch brought him out of his entranced state as he watched me lowering his underpants while my head moved closer and closer to his erection. "Oh, Jack, be careful or you'll get poked with this big thing," he warned with a sigh.
The underpants slipped from my grip and slid down on top of his trousers as I straightened up and looked him in the eye. "Oh, I hope so!" I said earnestly.
"You DO?" he whispered in awe. He quickly stripped off his skimpy shirt, kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. He removed his socks and stood before me with his hands on his hips, his cock rigidly standing between us, throbbing with life. Naked, he looked even better than I had imagined he would. He was sinewy, with the agile build of a gymnast, but had the giant penis you'd expect of a football linesman twice his size. The contrast was so startling it gave the cock an even more impressive presence.
It was difficult for me to comprehend immediately if Rick's whispered response was positive agreement or surprised disgust. Our throbbing cocks were inches from one another, both untouched and looking outstanding, but I was suddenly and uncharacteristically hesitant to make an overt move towards him. Instead, I slipped my hand back around my own erection and sighed without comment.
"Yeah," Rick sighed, "let's do it!" He grabbed his own cock, which swelled to even greater dimensions.
For a moment, we silently stroked our cocks, matching one another beat for beat. The incredible beauty of this young man, standing proudly in front of me, jacking a huge, magnificent erection dazzled me. He kept up with me stroke for stroke and used the same unlubricated, uncomplicated jack off method I use. Fists pumped up and down, up and down. It was breathtaking. "Look," he whispered with a gesture of his head towards the mirror behind me.
I turned and saw his exciting reflection partially obscured by my back. I twisted around and saw both our reflections. I was slightly taller and heavier, but we both looked terrific. He shifted up next to me, stood shoulder to shoulder with me, and was as obviously thrilled by the sight of us jacking off as I was. We really were something to see.
My eyes caught his in the mirror. "Oh," I whispered to him, "I could come in a flash."
"I'm right with you, man," he whispered with feeling, staring back into my eyes through the mirror, "but I've got to know what you meant when you said you hope so after I almost poked you with this." At the word, "this," he humped his hips upwards, opened his fist, and displayed his erection to me.
Nervously, I licked my dry lips. His eyes opened wider, he regripped his cock tightly, and he groaned.
"Oh, God!" I exclaimed, "just the thought of getting poked with that big thing is bringing me to climax. I can't hold back, I'm gonna shoot!"
"Me, too!" he said excitedly.
We stared at our reflections. Both cocks were fiery dark red, with thickly swollen cockheads moist with pre-cum dripping from broad slits and shining in the soft light. One jarring stroke down into the balls. Another stroke. And another, when, suddenly, a bolt of white jism shot from my well-aimed cockhead and hit the mirror between Rick's reflected nipples with a resounding splat. Immediately, his cock exploded, sending a spray of sperm onto the mirror where my chest was reflected. It hit with such force that some of the thick liquid rebounded off and landed on my thigh.
We grunted together and pumped out full loads onto that mirror, watching with delight. I'd seen my own cum coat mirrors before, but I was amazed at the tremendous volume of sperm we both pumped out onto it together. The excitement of seeing each other ejaculate surely produced a reaction that increased our normal outpouring of juices. We grunted and shuttered and then leaned against each other for support as the strength of our orgasms depleted us.
"Christ! Look at this," he muttered, feebly pointing to the cum-coated mirror. "What a sight!" Cum was slowly etching long lines on the mirror. Its smell was potent and robust. I breathed deeply, not getting enough of the wonderful odor, when I noticed Rick doing exactly the same thing. Sure, the orgasm left us both out of breath, and we could have breathed more quickly through open mouths, but the smell was just too exciting to ignore. Witnessing him obviously enjoying the smell as much as I did, burned the moment into my memory. To this day, a strong odor of fresh semen easily brings back the memory of Rick and of that moment with him before the mirror.
I moved to my bunk, grabbed my wet towel and began cleaning off my cock, tossing an end of the towel to Rick and watching him carefully clean off his cock, too. It was an erotic connection, two on a towel. He handed me his end of the towel and I reluctantly cleaned the mirror of its treasured coating.
When I was finished, Rick grabbed the towel back from me and put it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Muffled by the towel, he said, "Your roommate's gonna wonder what the fuck you did in here. This wonderful smell will last for hours."
"It won't be the first time," I said with a grin.
"Me, too," he said agreeably, confirming that he, too, jacked off in front of his mirror when his roommate was not around.
For a long moment we just looked at each other, affectionate smiles firmly in place. Our cocks were pointed downward but looked neither spent nor worn. We both seemed to want to find the right words to say to one another, but somehow words failed us, just then. You know how that can be.
"We'll be late for the movie," one of us said, quietly.
"Yeah," the other agreed.
Rick reached for his undershorts and put them on, covering himself and breaking the spell. I moved to my closet and began dressing, watching him through the mirror and realizing that he was watching me. Without another word, we finished and left the room. The cum-laden, wet towel lay drying across the metal bed rail at the foot of my cot.
* * * * *
The movie could not hold my attention. The press of Rick's thigh against mine, the pressure from his shoulder as he leaned against me, the occasional, seemingly inadvertent touch of his hand against my arm as he shifted about uncomfortably in his seat, all made me incapable of concentrating on anything but this sexy guy sitting next to me in the darkened movie house. Midway through the movie he leaned his head towards my ear and whispered, "Let's get the fuck outta here."
I jumped up like the place was on fire and made a beeline for the exit, Rick right on my heels. It was the first time in my life I purposefully left in the middle of a movie. I guess I had always wanted to get my money's worth and see the entire program. But now, I wanted to get out of there and go somewhere, anywhere, where Rick and I could be alone.
Outside, we walked along silently, bumping against each other as we moved, like good friends do.
"I couldn't concentrate on the film," Rick said, quietly.
"Me, neither," I concurred. "All I could think about was you."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he agreed. "All I could think about was watching us cover that mirror with cum."
"Yeah, that was great!" I said enthusiastically. "Geez, you're a sexy guy."
"Hah! Talk about sexy. You're the sexy one!" he insisted.
I chuckled softly. He thought about it for a moment and began to chuckle with me. "Yeah," he said finally, "I guess we're both sexy."
"I wish there'd be someplace we could go to be alone. I'd like to mess around some more, wouldn't you?" I asked, certain he'd agree.
"Hey, I know a place," he said with sudden enthusiasm, as if having just remembered it.
"Where?"
"It's an abandoned row of temporary classrooms. It was being used while they put up a new building, but now it's empty."
"Well, let's go check it out."
"We won't be able to turn on any lights, and we'll have to take care not to be seen entering or leaving. All right?"
"Sounds exciting," I said. "Who'd see us this time of night, anyhow? Lead on." My balls were churning at the thought of being alone with him in the dark.
* * * * *
"Don't talk," Rick instructed with a whisper as he began removing my shirt. His nearness overwhelmed me. I trembled with excitement.
We were in a fairly large, dark, empty classroom, standing next to the only piece of furniture left in the room, a large wooden desk. The windows of the classroom faced the darkened new building, which blocked out even the dim light of the starry night
We had moved slowly and quietly into the classroom, so my eyes had become adjusted to the darkness. Rick had removed his shirt and was now removing mine. As he did so, in a rather awkward motion, his arms slid around me. I drew him into an embrace. The touch of his hot flesh against my naked chest was exquisite and I moaned softly with pleasure. He dropped my shirt on the desk and returned my embrace.
The feel of a hot body and smooth flesh caused both of us to go crazy with emotion. Hands tore at clothing and in a flash we were both nude, both hard, and both pressed tightly against the other. Hands roved bodies freely. What sensations they produced! Our cocks stood pressed between us next to one another and I felt hot, sticky seepage from both. Our balls touched erotically.
"I'm gonna cum, NOW, man," Rick whispered urgently, directly into my ear. "Suck it for me, will ya?" He held his breath after the sexy, bold request, wondering how I'd react.
I released my tight embrace and, knees shaking, lowered myself only slightly, but enough to confirm my intention to carry out his request. He hissed with pleasure and leaned back to allow me easy access to his throbbing cock. My hands grasped his hips as I lowered myself. I could hardly see a thing. I couldn't see his thing.
"Poke it at me," I whispered up at him. I heard his hand slide down and grab his stiff erection, and then I felt the fleshy knob hit my cheek. I put my hand on his hand and helped guide the missile to its goal.
In the darkness, as the smooth textures and wonderful heat of the penis entered my mouth, igniting my passions. I marveled at the overwhelming delight sucking a cock gives me. I tried to concentrate on giving him a great experience by doing it right, but at the same moment I was aware of my own throbbing cock, full balls, and churning gut. Finally, to have his hardness in my mouth was a phenomenally enjoyable feeling. I loved it. I knew how it made him feel but I also knew that the excitement of sucking his cock was about to make me come, too.
"Gonna shoot, man," he whispered quietly from above, humping forward excitedly.
"Hmm," I hummed, letting him know I wanted his load.
The first blast of hot, viscous fluid jetted into my mouth. Instantly, I was delighted with its taste and with its smell, with its heat and with its syrupiness. I wanted more.
Suddenly, a flashlight was turned on and caught me directly in its beam. Rick's handsome, pubic-hair-decorated, muscular abdomen was illuminated in front of me and the connection between his cock and my mouth was unmistakable.
Terror seared the moment into my memory, but as Rick blurted out "What the Fuck!" he kept pumping cum into my eager mouth. He couldn't stop coming and I wasn't going to waste any of the long-sought-after load regardless of the consequences.
Whoever was watching saw Rick jab a series of short thrusts into my mouth and obviously come with great passion as his abdominal muscles contracted spasmodically, and his hips gyrated erotically.
"Wow!" a man's voice sighed from behind the light of the flashlight. We couldn't see who it was. Thoughts of unnamed penalties tried to break into my consciousness, but receiving Rick's load was too pleasurable to ignore.
Finally, Rick tugged his spent cock out of my mouth. It throbbed with moist exuberance, shining in the beam of the flashlight, still almost completely erect, a mere inch from my face.
"Looks like you boys've been caught red handed," a quiet, deep, male voice said. There was something about the tone being used that relieved my immediate worries. Something in the way the word "boys" was used, or the way the phrase "red handed" was massaged. Whoever was behind the light was not outraged. Whoever was behind the light was not incensed by our lascivious behavior. Whoever was behind the light was not going to turn us in. No. He was turned on. I could hear it in his voice.
"Looks like I'll have to turn your naked asses in," the voice said.
"Oh, no, please, Mister, don't do that," Rick pleaded, fearfully. I could sense his concern. He wasn't hearing what I was hearing in that voice. He didn't realize that whoever it was, was toying with us. Surprisingly, though, his cock didn't deflate.
"What'll ya give me?" the low, melodic voice wanted to know.
"A blowjob," I replied simply, squinting into the light and wondering what was behind it. Rick sucked in his breath in surprise and alarm.
"Jesus, don't get smart with him," Rick cautioned.
"It's okay," the voice said reassuringly to Rick. "I want a blowjob."
"You DO?" Rick asked in amazement.
"Of course I do," came the reply. "You wanted one, didn't you?"
"Yes. I did," Rick replied honestly.
"Well, so do I. It's the price you boys'll have to pay me for my silence. What do you say?"
"Agreed," I said, still squinting at the light, trying to get a look at whoever was there. "Who do you want it from?" I asked. I was still on my knees. My cock was still throbbing.
Rick sucked in his breath in surprise, again.
"You mean you both suck cock?" The stranger sounded surprised, too.
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "But, I am willing."
"You'll do fine," he confirmed. Rick let out an audible sigh of relief. "Here," the guy said, coming towards us. Before he got too close, he turned off the flashlight.
Total darkness enveloped us. I couldn't see a thing, again, but it was even worse this time after having had the light shining right in my eyes. It would take a while to readjust to the darkness. But I could still hear, and I heard a zipper being drawn down. Jeez, here's another cock to suck, I thought to myself lustily. I guess I should have felt intruded upon, but deep down, I knew I liked the idea of having sex with this unseen stranger. It excited me. And I knew I liked the idea of sucking his cock in front of Rick, too. For some kinky reason, that thought excited me, even more.
I put my hand out towards the sounds of the man moving closer and suddenly felt a large, hot, hard erection slide into my grasp. It was much larger than Rick's. "Oh! Jeez," I whispered.
"What is it?" Rick asked, concern filling his voice.
"It's a big one," I whispered back.
"OH!" Rick blurted out, surprised.
"Damn right," the stranger said. "So treat it right, and make me feel good, or I'll turn you..." He paused as the pressures of my sucking became overwhelmingly evident to him. "Oh! Oh, shit, man, you really can suck!" He paused. "You're good!" he added.
The big cock had slid right into my cum-coated mouth. Its contours and textures felt perfect and I found myself given over to a great enjoyment of sexual fervor, sucking for all I was worth. He stopped talking, and, for a while, all I heard was their breathing, and my sucking noises. It was an intensely erotic moment.
He opened his pants and slid them down. Without instruction, I began fondling his heavy balls. He groaned with pleasure and jabbed his hips at me. In the total blackness, I could only imagine what the big cock looked liked. Its strength and firmness gave me great pleasure as I worked on it to bring him towards orgasm.
"I can't see a thing," Rick whispered next to me, "but that sure sounds sexy, Jack." I could feel his hand moving on his erection and realized his was stroking his big cock right next to my shoulder.
"So, your name's Jack!" the stranger said in a muted whisper. It was clear that he was nearing ejaculation. He emphasized my name with a certain irony, saying, "Well, Jack, take my load!"
With that, he stiffened, humped his hips into my face, and began shooting a man-sized load into my mouth. It tasted great. It was hot, syrupy, thick and delicious. And it just kept coming. A big cock, big balls, and a big load. I loved it!
When he finally finished coming in my mouth, he suddenly pulled back, took several steps backward and again flashed the light on us. I saw Rick's cock in his hand, renewed and ready from his manipulations, and I glanced down and saw lubricant leaking from my stiffly erect big dick. I was ready, too, and our captor knew it.
"Looks like you're as horny as I was, Jack," he said with that edge of derision in his voice. "I think your buddy, here, should take care of that for you. What do you think?"
Before I could respond, Rick said, simply, "Okay." I was surprised and delighted. I rose up, watching my cock sway rigidly with the motion while bathed in the strong glare of the flashlight, like it was center stage, and I had that heady emotion stir throughout my being which told me I was about to come. But it would not be just a simple orgasm. No. It would be a novel orgasm sucked out of me by my randy buddy and witnessed by the sexy stranger unseen behind the light.
"Wow, you two are a sight!" the stranger whispered with emotion. "That's it. Go down on Jack, now. But, no, don't stop jacking that cock of yours, man. I wanna watch you jerk that big pole as you suck his big dick. That's it. That's it! Lap up them juices and polish that knob. Now, suck in that big cockhead. Wow! You've done this before, too, haven't you. Suck on that big tube. Take that meat into your throat. Oooh, watch it disappear!"
He kept up a verbal, tantalizing, lurid, descriptive narrative of the action as Rick's talented mouth suctioned like mad, causing every fiber in my body to quiver with excitement. An explosive orgasm was building and I couldn't hold it back. I was watching my cock pump into his mouth and could see his fist pumping his cock beneath me and I even thought I could hear the stranger fisting his own cock in the shadows. It was an amazing sexual moment.
"Yeah, beat that meat!" the stranger demanded huskily, and I knew for certain he was beating off, too. I felt Rick's reaction, which was to beat his meat much faster and to suck my cock much more vigorously and excitedly.
"I'm gonna shoot my load," I announced. I didn't want Rick to be taken by surprise, although he was doing such a good job I suspected he knew exactly what to do and what to expect.
"Yeah," the stranger said breathlessly, "fill that cocksucker's mouth with your hot jism, man. Just look at the two of you goin' at it." His voice was filled with admiration and excitement.
At that moment I knew he was about to come, too, and I came. I had a monumental orgasm. One of the most colossal of my life. I had jacked off with Rick, sucked his cock to spewing orgasm, sucked the big cock of the stranger, and was now being sucked off by Rick and being watched by the stranger, while I was watching Rick jack off and could hear the stranger jacking off with him.
Altogether it was a fantastic moment! I pumped out an unending series of huge spurts of thick juices that filled Rick's mouth over and over again. During it all, he began spurting cum onto my legs, as I heard the stranger sucking in his breath and gasping in orgasmic bliss. The three of us were coming together. I was certain of it.
"Fuck! You two are really hot. Really something to watch!" He sounded very sincere. Then, he turned out the light. "Let's do this, again, tomorrow night. Same time, same place. Maybe I'll even try some of the sucking." His voice was fading. He was moving away from us. Then, he was gone. I was sure of it. I wondered who he was. A guard? A policeman? A maintenance man? Or just a lucky passer-by with a flashlight?
Rick was still sucking my cock. I think he was oblivious to everything but our mutual orgasm. I started to wonder if he'd agree to return for another round with the stranger, but then, as I felt his naked arms tighten round my waist and felt his head press ardently against my abdomen, I knew he'd be game for anything. You don't suck cock that good without wanting more. A lot more!
* * * * *
My crepe-soled shoes made no noise in the hallway as I returned to my room that evening. When I opened the door, there was my roommate, Carl, sprawled naked on his bunk; legs splayed apart, one hand holding a towel to his face, his other hand pumping away on an impressively over-sized erection! I gasped in astonishment.
Immediately, it occurred to me that, for the third time this evening, "caught red handed" was the operative phrase, only this time, for a change, I was not the one who was being caught.
"Jesus! I didn't hear you coming, Jack," he sputtered, pulling the towel away from his nose and looking up at me, his handsome face flushed with embarrassment as well as with sexual excitement. I could tell that he was well along into his jack off, as I quickly glanced over his hot body, arousal-tightened scrotum, and pulsating cock, which, interestingly enough, he made no attempt to cover.
"Sorry, buddy," I said quietly, closing the door firmly behind me. "I didn't mean to..." I hesitated, not knowing exactly what to say, but I kept staring at his throbbing rod. I couldn't take my eyes from it. He kept his fist around it, but had stopped pumping.
"Don't worry about it," he said breathlessly. "I jack off so often, I'm surprised you haven't caught me beating it before this." He grinned, giving the appearance of being rather nonchalant about the whole thing, and he certainly was longer embarrassed. "But, tell me," he continued, "what the fuck's on this towel?"
I glanced quickly at my bunk and saw that my damp towel was no longer where I had left it. I looked back at him and grinned, raising and lowering my eyebrows a couple of times.
"It smells like you came in it a dozen times!" he said excitedly.
"Well..."
"As soon as I got back here," he interrupted, "I smelled it. The whole fuckin' room smells like cum."
"Yeah," I agreed, "it does."
"It's not the first time it has smelled like this in here, either, I'll tell you. You must jack off as much as I do. The smell of it always turns me on." He smiled. He seemed much better looking now than I had thought he did before, for some reason. Of course, I'd never before seen him naked and in action, as it were.
"Say," he continued, staring directly at my crotch, "is that a candy bar in your pocket, or is this getting you turned on, again, too?"
I slid my palm down along my erection. After all of the evening's adventures, its recuperative powers surprised me.
"Now that we know we both jack off," he said in a husky voice, "I guess there'd be no harm in enjoyin' it together, would there. Whadda ya say? Looks like you're up for it." He smiled provocatively. It was devastatingly exciting. Even more so because it was at his invitation, not mine, that we'd do it together.
As I slowly stripped off my clothes, I wondered, idly, if the door would suddenly be flung open while Carl and I were fucking around together. I wasn't sure I could take yet another bout of being caught red handed. But, on the other hand...
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