Friday the 23rd
Everything changed between me and my sexy roommate that night in the gym's group shower.
It was late and we were the only people in the dormitory gym. We worked out together almost every night. As usual, we finished with spotting each other on the free weights, then hit the showers.
Frank Dixon, my sophomore roommate, and I weren't related, but we looked like brothers; tall and muscular, with blue eyes and brown hair. His was crewcut while mine was short and straight.
We were all soaped-up when I started thinking about the hot time I'd had with my girlfriend Nancy last night. The memory sent the blood rushing to my cock.
Frank had spent last night with his mysterious married girlfriend. He was smiling while he stood in the jet from the shower head beside mine, rinsing the soap from his shoulders and chest while the water stream played over his growing dick.
He turned sideways, holding his elbow up to rinse his armpit. His eyes widened when he saw my swelling cock.
We'd seen each other naked, in the gym and while getting ready for bed. I was straight, but I still liked looking at his bare body, big cock, and sculpted ass. Sometimes, I caught him watching me, too.
This was different. Way different. I stared, fascinated and frightened, at his giant hard-on, painfully aware of my own rock-hard cock.
Frank stared at the long thick pole rising from my shaved crotch. The cock protruding from his thick brown pubic thatch was even bigger than mine, with a big bullet-shaped head.
The drop of clear fluid at Frank's tip could have been water, but I knew it was pre-cum. I started to reach for his stiff pole, then yanked my hand back.
Frank looked disappointed for a second, than grinned. "Hot date last night?"
"Uh. Yeah." I squirmed under the shower, washing the rest of the soap off. My cock stayed rock-hard. "You?" His dick was just as stiff as mine.
"Oh yeah." He cupped his balls in one hand, with his thumb and index finger wrapped around the base of his shaft. "Fucked all night. Every way possible." He took a small step toward me.
"Cool." I was pretty sure I was blushing. "I gotta go." I turned the water off, grabbed my towel off the hook, and stepped out into the locker room, out of sight of the group shower.
I dried off and got dressed as quickly as possible. My hard-on refused to go down, so I stuffed my briefs into my jeans pocket and went commando, with my gun in firing position.
The gym was in our dorm basement. Our room was on the eighth floor.
The elevator stopped at the lobby and three girls got on. Two of them smiled at the bulge in my jeans. The third shrank back against the wall and stared at the slowly-increasing floor numbers over the door. We finally reached my floor. The timid girl and I got out. She walked away rapidly. As the elevator doors were closing, I heard the girls inside giggling softly. One of them whispered, "Cute . . ."
Back in the room, I plugged my laptop into its docking station, went to the Texas Methodist University homework web page, typed "Joseph Franklin" into the user-id field, then stopped, staring blankly at the big flatscreen monitor.
