I was a freshman in college. The year was 1973. I had decided to experiment with marijuana, and in doing so, had found myself on the receiving end of dick. In 3 days, I had sucked 3 different dicks, and I had been fucked by all 3 guys... and what's more, I had enjoyed it.
What I didn't realize is that my roommate, Alan, had become suspicious of my activities, guessing that I was gay and willing to suck ANY dick presented to me. It was Saturday morning, early in November. Our school's football team was ranked in the top 5 of the country and playing at home. Kickoff was at NOON. Alan and I had gotten seats together with many of the guys on our dorm floor. Today's game was against a conference rival, also ranked, but in the top 20.
Alan shook me awake at 9. I had not set an alarm last night, being too tired from the pot and the fucking that I had received from Carl. I had had dreams all night about cocks, Michael's... Carl's... Ralph's... Alan's (Alan's???). I had never played with Alan, but had seen his cock numerous times over the previous 2 months. Alan, like the rest of us, was 18-years-old. Like Michael and me, he was white, but he was from the suburbs of Chicago (we were from Detroit area). He was 6 feet tall and about 175 pounds, a runner's build. While I had seen his morning wood in his boxers, which seemed impressive, I had never seen him in other than a limp state.
I opened my eyes, and to my surprise, Alan wasn't wearing his boxers. He did not have his morning wood, but he wasn't limp, and I couldn't figure out why he was touching me while he was naked. Alan reminded me that the cafeteria closes at 10, and if I wanted some breakfast before the game, that I needed to get dressed and get down there. Being an 18-year old college student, on Saturday morning, with no test in the foreseeable future, all I could do was stare blankly, at his dick.
Alan thought that Jack was going to reach for his dick. Other than his morning shower (almost every morning) and an occasional afternoon, when he knew that Jack wasn't going to be around, Alan had not had an orgasm since he came to college. He really needed something warm and wet around his cock, and if it was Jack's mouth, instead of some co-ed's welcoming pussy, so be it. He had jacked off again this morning in the shower, but he was still horny. He shook Jack's shoulder again, leaning his crotch just a little closer to Jack's face. It turned out to be a mistake. He broke Jack's trance.
JACK: HEY! What the fuck are you doing?
ALAN: Just trying to wake you up man. You want something to eat before the game?
Alan was hoping that Jack would take another look at his semi-stiff cock, and nod his head... that he did want to eat something before the game.
Unfortunately for Alan, I was shakin', completely awake. All that I could think of was getting breakfast before the game. While I was still curious about why Alan was not dressed, all that I could think of was hitting the shower, and getting down to the cafeteria before it closed.
I stuttered out a thanks to Alan, and jumped out of bed. I slipped out of my boxers, facing away from Alan and grabbed a towel to wrap it around my waist. I kept my back to Alan, because I didn't want him to see that I was hard as a rock... morning wood... right? What I hadn't thought about, is that some of Carl's cum had leaked out of my ass and dried on the back of my thighs sometime during the night.
Alan watched Jack jump out of bed to get ready for a shower. Jack kept his ass towards Alan, and Alan saw something on the back of Jack's thighs. He then remembered the sheen that he had seen on Jack's thighs the previous day... the last time was when he guessed that Jack was gay. Alan thought about it some, and came to the conclusion, that Jack was not only swallowing dick, he was taking it up the ass. He stiffened a little more.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, and grabbed my shower supplies and ran out of the room. First stop was the urinals. I did my business and worked my way around to the other side of the bath, to the shower stalls. There, I ran into Bill, a guy from down the hall. He was drying himself off, just outside of the first stall. Bill was the tallest guy that I knew. He stood about 6'6", tall, lanky and white.
JACK: Excuse me. I want to get to a shower.
Bill moved aside slightly, and I couldn't help myself. I glanced down. I saw a good sized, limp dick hanging from between his legs. He was hairless. I had seen guys that shaved in high school. They were all swimmers. I just had to ask.
JACK: Are you a swimmer Bill?
BILL: What gives you that idea?
Bill knew exactly what gave Jack that idea. He saw where Jack had looked. Bill had been on his high school's swim team, and had started shaving for that. He was thinking of trying out for the swim team at the college, so had continued shaving while here. Bill was a 19-year old freshman, and had experimented with guys while in high school. He and a fellow senior had asked for a room together during the one swim meet that had required an overnight in a motel. They had spent most of the evening trading blow jobs. He had tried to talk the other guy into getting on his knees so that Bill could fuck him, but that was apparently going too far.
When Bill got to college, and started getting to know the guys on his dorm floor, the rumor was that Michael (the one that roomed with Carl) was gay. Bill decided to check this out, and had come right out and asked Michael. Michael set him straight, that he (Michael) swung both ways, but rarely sucked a cock. After sharing a joint with Michael one afternoon, they made a deal. Michael would suck Bill's cock, but only if Bill would let him (Michael) fuck his ass. Bill did not see a problem with this, Michael was such a little guy, he probably wouldn't even feel the cock in his ass. Bill was wrong a couple of times on that assumption (he was young, horny and high... being wrong is understood). No matter what size cock pops your cherry, it always seems huge AND while Michael was not "extremely" thick, he was much longer than you would assume from his 5'6" and 125 pound body. Michael was packing 8 long inches, as much as Bill, who was a full foot taller.
Bill had played that afternoon with Michael, and had traded blow jobs with Carl. He balked at the size of the dick that Carl was packing. There was NO way that was going up his ass, but Carl and Michael seemed to have a regular stash of weed, and if he only needed to give a blow job every once in a while to get high, he was fine with that. Michael had offered to hook him up with a guy to get an ounce, but Bill hadn't decided about that yet.
Then, last night, he saw Carl rush out of his room, wearing only his shorts and flip flops. Carl went past Bill, quickly telling him to take a look in his (Carl's) room. Bill took a couple of quick steps down the hall and glanced into Carl's room, just in time to see a naked Michael jump up from the bed, and on the bed was Jack, naked and leaning back like he was just fucked royally. Michael closed the door.
Now, here was Jack, standing in front of him along the row of showers, glancing down at his cock. In spite of the fact that Bill had jacked off in the shower just five minutes before, he felt that tingling in his balls, and thought he felt his cock twitch.
I was still looking at Bill's cock, and I swear it moved, growing just a bit.
JACK: It's just that the only guys that I know that shaved, were all on the swim team in high school. You are shaved?
BILL: Yes. I never think about that any more. I did swim in high school, and have just continued shaving since then. I like how big it makes my dick look.
FUCK. It did look big, and it wasn't even hard and it did seem to be growing.
JACK: Well, excuse me. I need to get to a shower.
Bill stood up straight, back against the shower stall behind him, to allow Jack to get past. Jack glanced again at Bill, looking down at his cock, as he scooted by. Jack went down 2 showers, put his soap and shampoo in the stall, and went to take the towel from his waist. It dropped to the ground. He wound up bending from the waist, showing his ass to Bill, who had kept his eye on Jack. Bill saw the matted hair on the ass of Jack, and was guessing that some of Michael's cum had leaked out overnight. Bill knew that feeling. He reached down and stroked his dick, then remembered where he was. Bill wrapped his towel around his waist and left the area.
I scooted past Bill, looking down at that smooth crotch. I wanted to touch it, but resisted. I went down 2 shower stalls, tossed my toiletries into the stall, and tried to "whip" the towel from my waist. It fell in front of me. I bent over, and when I did, I glanced behind me and I saw Bill stroke his dick, only once or twice, but then he wrapped his towel around him and left. Was he strokin' while looking at my ass? Why was I looking at dicks?
