Getting to Know My Floor

The second week after I moved into my dorm room, I woke up on Sunday morning with the sun shining in my face. Throughout the week I woke up at dawn for swim practice, so I didn't get the morning sun in my bed, but when I slept late I realised how bad the position of my bed was. I couldn't go back to sleep, so I sat up. Jack was sleeping soundly in his bed, directly opposite mine and way out of the path of sunlight. He is a wrestler and doesn't mind wearing as little as possible, so we both slept in the nude. In fact, after that first week when we jerked off together over a pack of oreos, we got comfortable hanging loose in our room without any clothes.

I decided to just start my morning. Grabbing my shower kit and a towel, I walked out onto the corridor. My room was the first on the third level, while the communal toilet and shower was the last room (except the common room right at the very end), so every day I had to walk the entire length of the corridor. Not that I was complaining. This being an all-male dorm, nobody actually closed their doors. The guys were all sloppy jocks and they couldn't be bothered to put on clothes for anything after they returned from class or meals, and leaving the doors open meant a cool breeze in the stifling heat. One of my mates, Zach, even had his room door removed totally just because it blocked the lazy bugger's closet when it was open. Combined with the guys' fit athletic bodies and lack of any sense of privacy, this provided me with eye candy every day.

The first room after mine was Lenny's. He was a stocky rugby player, filled out with solid muscles and a flat stomach. His roommate was Dan, a tall swimmer and tanned all over with no tan lines (I wondered why, though). They slept nude as well and I could see their morning woods dripping.

Next was Zach's room. It was the natural place for other guys to congregate since it had no door, and it was common to find guys passed out on his floor after a night of drinking. Zach had a 'no door, no clothes' policy -- he came from a nudist family -- so whoever went into his room had to be nude as well. This morning, Zach was on top of his covers, awake and jerking off leisurely. He was the only computer geek on our row, but he had a tall, lean frame that held up some ripped muscles. He nodded to me and gave me a mock salute. Two guys, Brandon and Colin from next door, were sleeping naked on his floor. Looking at the two empty bottles of Jack behind them, they were probably gonna get the hangover of the century.

The next room was Brandon and Colin's, so it was empty, but I could smell their piss and sweat. They were track runners, all lean muscle and taut limbs, but they seemed to avoid showering as much as they could. They usually left on their morning runs before dawn and came back for an hour of sleep before class, both drenched in their own sweat. God knows what they got up to in their room.

Terry's room was next, and he always slept on the floor because of a bad back injury from gymnastics. Right now, his compact, muscular body was facing down, and underneath him was pinned a girl. Girls were strictly off-limits in our dorm, but of course what's a whole building of testosterone-filled jocks to do? The guys would sneak their girls in after the RA had retired, fuck their brains out through the night, then sneak the well-fucked, half-conscious girls back out in the morning before breakfast. Terry was fucking loudly when I passed by, his smooth buttocks slapping rhythmically and his hairless hole winking at me while the girl underneath him moaned hoarsely. I remember hearing a girl's sex-crazed screams through the night, so this must be her. Terry saw me and gave me a thumbs up without breaking stride; I snapped my towel at his butt and laughed. Underneath the girl's pussy I could see a thick puddle of cum and juice.

The next room was Jason and Jenson's. They were identical twins who basically had been sleeping on the same bed since they were born. Their beds were pushed together and joined on one side of the room, and they were rather physical with each other. They were splayed across their bed in their tight speedos, legs and arms sticking into each other. The twins were divers, and they were perfect together when they did synchro diving.

The single room before the showers was taken by an exchange student from Greece. Being a postgrad student, Ionas was older than the rest of us by at least three or four years, but he easily had the best body on the floor, even more built and ripped than my roommate Jack. I peered into his dark room. The tall Greek god was sleeping naked on his bed, knees cocked and thighs splayed, with a very thick ten-inch erection in a masculine display of virility. There were several thin leather bands tied at the groove of his bowling-ball biceps, and he wore a few loose leather anklets and bracelets, like some Greek heroes we see in movies. His morning wood was harder and thicker than a baseball bat, drooling a pool of cock nectar onto his flat belly where his eight-pack was lightly furred and trimmed. I inhaled his manly scent as my cock throbbed. I moved on before I had to jerk off then and there.

I entered the communal shower which was basically eight showerheads around a central drainage area, and turned on the tap. After a very brief shower, I used soap to push two fingers into my asshole and enjoyed the fullness and friction. Still not as good as a cock, but I couldn't tell which of my mates would want to tap my ass, since in the first two weeks I'd already seen everyone on my floor fuck at least a few girls, each. I went to the sink and started brushing my teeth. Zach came in and did our 'dorm handshake': a grab of the cock, a kiss on the cheeks, and a fist bump. Zach stood in the shower.

"You're up early," Zach called out as he relieved his bladder into the shower drain. We never used the trough for peeing, because the trough was dented and the urine never fully went down the drain, pooling at the bottom and raising a stench. So, we either peed in the sinks and flushed it down with the taps, or did it in the showers. We had gotten past pee-shy very quickly after the first day.

"Look who's up, too," I replied, nodding toward his monstrous hard cock. Besides being a computer geek and a ripped hunk, Zach had the longest erection on our floor -- twelve inches of solid meat. We had measured.

"Gosh, I came three times last night," Zach started to stroke his cock as his piss stream slowed. "Brandon and Colin wore their girls out, but they made time for my beast. Heh." Wait, what? But Zach left and returned to his room before I could ask him further.

I finished brushing my teeth and shaving, and returned to my own room. Jack was now awake and stretching on the bed, his muscles rippling under his smooth chest and abs, his wanton pose and hairy pits making me drool. "Mornin'," He mumbled.

"Morning, Jack," I greeted him. "Good sleep?"

"Yeah," Jack smiled. He must've noticed the patch of sunlight on my pillow, for he said, "shit dude, you've got the sun."

"No kidding," I sat down at our table. "It's gonna get worse when summer hits."

"Hmm." Jack seemed to think over the problem. "How about we shift our beds to my side of the room?"

I considered it. "Like the wonder twins?"

"Yeah, like that. I mean, I don't want you to think that I wanted to rape you or something."

"Hey man, nobody's raping anybody," I grinned. "Anything that happens is... consensual."

"That's great!" Jack jumped off his bed and came towards me. "Let's move your bed!"

After half an hour of shifting furniture around, we had a new arrangement: both our beds were joined side-by-side on Jack's side of the room, and the tables and chairs went to my side of the room. We shifted the table lamps, bookcase, closet, and drawers to accommodate the new floor plan as well. Jack and I were both radiating heat and covered in sweat.

"Whew!" Jack exhaled. "Finally done." He flopped down on his bed, and I did the same on mine. It felt a bit awkward at first, lying side by side and not knowing if it was okay to cross the invisible line between our beds. Jack was the first to speak.

"Hey, I don't mind if you stretch a bit over the line, you know," Jack smiled. "My arms and legs might hit you when I sleep."

"Well, I'll just push you off the bed," I grinned. "But I agree it's silly to have to watch our bodies when we're lying down or sleeping. So let's just treat this bed as a huge double bed."

"Agreed!" Jack then proceeded to sprawl over both our beds, his arms and legs spreading wide like an octopus and thwacking my chest and thigh. I grabbed his limbs.

"Oh, someone's getting handsy already," Jack cooed. I grabbed his chest in a wrestling hold -- or whatever I could remember of one. Jack was obviously going to win since he was a wrestler, but I didn't give in. We tossed and tussled on the large bed for a few minutes before Jack had me pinned to the bed. I could feel his morning wood poking into my belly, and my responding cock was already hard and leaking.

"Hey, you have wet boners too," Jack laughed. He stroked his own cock and swiped it across my abs. I could feel several streaks of precum dripping down my sides.

"Yeah, seems we both get very wet," I grinned.

"I like to leak into my sheets and let them soak, then sleep in them. Makes my bed smell like me."

"I love doing that too! And I like to rub precum all over my body."

"At the end of the day my shorts are usually soaked with precum, and before I shower I like to drip all over my shirt and sheets too."

"I like to wake up all wet and horny, then jerk off and cum all over myself." I was really leaking a lot now, my precum soaking into both our crotches. I started rubbing my erection on Jack.

"At night after I jerk off, I rub the cum into my body and let it dry overnight," Jack's hand found my cock and started spreading precum around. "Then when I wake up I go for wrestling practice and run a few rounds covered in dried cum. Everyone can smell it but they just think I had sex the night before."

I moaned as I was turned on by Jack's talk of doing something so dirty and public. "Oh my god, I'm so looking forward to this year. It's like we're made for each other! I love rolling around in cum and soaking everything in it."

"Gawd, we're two cum pigs," Jack laughed. He pulled my cock a few more times and more precum shot out. His own erection was wet as well.

"Our room will reek," I mused. "And everyone will think we have sex marathons every night!" We both laughed and high-fived with wet palms. Jack started to hump me as he gripped me tightly in his muscular arms, veins popping on his biceps. I moaned at the delicious slipperiness of our precum mixing together, and leaked more.

"Oh, I'm getting started, I won't be able to stop," Jack looked at me. "Do you want me to stop?" He was still humping me like a horny dog.

"Course not," I replied. I started humping him back.

"Good, 'cause I'm gonna rub you into next week," Jack's voice was suddenly hoarse. He increased his pace and force. He was uncut, so I could feel his foreskin sliding across my cockhead. I could hear our mixed precum slicking across his foreskin, and I started panting.

"My god, this is so much hotter than fucking a girl," Jack gasped, his muscular arms gripping me in a tight vice-hold, his heaving pecs and hard abs sliding with some friction across my chest, our nipples rubbing together, sending chills down my spine. He began nuzzling his nose into my neck and bit down suddenly. A wave of lust bloomed across my body and shot straight for my cock. I knew there would be a purple hickey tomorrow, but I didn't care. All I wanted now was for him to continue biting me and grinding me into tomorrow.

As if reading my thoughts, Jack continue a whole string of hickeys from my neck downwards onto my collarbone, then started biting my full pecs. I was moaning loudly by now, and precum was almost shooting out of my hard nine-incher. Jack suddenly brought his right foot up, his sole joining in the frottage, his toes tickling the underside of my cock and sliding one by one against my sensitive erection. I lost it then.

"Oh, unngh, ohmygawd, I'm gonna cum," I shouted. Jack's deliciously slicked toes played with both our erections, and I felt a tidal wave of lust overwhelm me. I was brought under by the sheer force of my orgasm, and the last few spurts of precum landed on my face as my body started to spasm.

"Unh, unh, unnnngggh!!" I continued heaving and moaning, at the same time taking deep gulps of breath and holding the pressure in. This sent my cum -- thick, white, and gooey -- several feet above my head. Since Jack was humping against me, my powerful shots found their way between our bodies and onto the wall behind my head, landing with several loud splats. More cum spattered across both our bodies, coating our already sweaty bodies in slippery goo. Jack's body slid effortlessly against mine now, as more cum lubricated our bodies.

"Ah, m-my turn now!" Jack shouted. "I'm cumming!" Jack lifted his chest slightly, as his nine-incher spurted several shots of hot spunk onto my face. I licked some of it -- tasty! Jack continued to hump me as his next few shots went further up the bed, drenching the sheets, then hit the wall behind as well.

"UNNNGH" Jack shouted and held his breath as suddenly one continuous long stream of cum squirted into the air. Jack had now sat upright, and the geyser of cum almost hit the ceiling! The force was so powerful that it sent cum splashing everywhere, covering our beds.

"Arrhhh! Unnngh!" Jack continued to heave as five more shots left his cock, literally creating cum fireworks in our room. By now, everything near our bed was covered in Jack's massive amount of semen, and especially our sheets, and my body.

By the time Jack finally stopped cumming, his cock still oozing a stream of watery goo, we couldn't tell his spunk from mine. Everything on our bed was covered in a layer of cum, and no part of our skin was spared. Our hair was matted, and we were slipping and sliding around in our own cum bath. We were both panting heavily. I felt spent and groggy, like I had just ejaculated a whole month's worth of sperm. Which was probably true.

"Fuck," Jack breathed softly. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." He turned around and plopped down beside me, onto still-warm cummy sheets. We were silent for a while except for our panting, and when Jack's breathing evened out, I was ready to become unconscious as well.

"Hey guys, I heard someone shouting, is everything alright?" Dan, our next-door neighbour, appeared in our doorway, still naked, his sleep-mussed hair sticky out. "WOAH! Did it snow in here or what?"

I gave Dan a weak wave, and promptly went to sleep cuddling my strapping hunk of a roomie. For the rest of the semester, our room was dubbed 'The Inch Of Cum' and our beds remained on that side of the room. More and more layers of dried cum accumulated on the wall behind the bed, and we didn't bother changing the sheets for a few weeks. Coming back to our room was like coming home to a welcoming haze of musk, sweat and cum, and Jack and I spent many warm nights sprawled on top of each other, drenched in cum.