I heard a lot of the guys in the grand room watching pre-game. I saw no one on my way to my room. When I sat down on my bed and exhaled....that flush of awareness bounced thru me, got my balls roiling again.
"Fuck yeah," I said to my reflection. I stripped and with one thought went to the showers: I wanted to show off...I stood in the shower toying, for a long five minutes; finally someone was coming down the hall. I turned my back my hard-on wouldn't be immediately seen. Dale, one of the oldest frat brothers called out, "Hey Z! Out all night?"
"You know it!" I called back; I washed one butt cheek and stroked my cock with my other hand and looked back at Dale at the urinal. "Reliving it right now!!!"
"I see you are... (his eyes went to my hard-on) I'll leave you two alone." He pissed looking over his shoulder a couple of times in spite of what he'd just said. I turned to fully show my hard cock, I didn't hesitate to get into stroking my whole body staring down at my hands the whole time. Dale walked out, "Lucky, whoever they were!"
That's exactly what I wanted. I played a little longer, but didn't want to come, so I strolled back to my room, fully hard. I stopped at the stairs and looked down, no one was moving. In my room I chose old track pants and a skin tight running T that didn't quite come down to my waist. My pube was visible every time I moved, my cock clearly outlined. I was vibrating again. In the grand room I pretended to watch the game, when really I was looking to see who was looking. Dale sat opposite me and was the main one looking.
Dale was a former baseball player; an injury ended his career, he was still fit and lean. The game was close and tense at times. Just before half time Dale got up and got sodas for people. He stood behind me where I sat on the couch. When I looked up he smiled and winked. After a minute he reached down and rubbed my neck and shoulders. It felt great. Half-time was minutes away, on a commercial break he said, "I'm jealous of you guys still on a team. You get body work whenever you need. I can't afford a massage therapist these days. I miss it, man."
"If you keep that up, I'll give you one sometime. My ex-girlfriend was a chiro's assistant and taught me the tricks of the trade." I felt every rub on my shoulders down into my balls. He kept up the rubbing; I started chubbing. When his hands roamed down to my pecs, I moaned under my breath which I'm sure he felt thru his hands. Half-time came and everyone jumped up.
"I'll take you up on the massage any time you got the time..." Dale patted my left pec.
"How 'bout now? Half-time?" I hadn't moved, was looking at him upside down from the couch.
He blinked and nodded. I jumped up and headed to the stairs, "Your room?" He was walking with me. He nodded again.
His room was the floor below mine; we closed the door, but no one was around as most guys watching the game were in the kitchen. I sat on the edge of his bed as he lay on his stomach. As I rubbed his shoulders, "What in your body is bothering you?"
"Mmmm, my lower back is sore from sitting all day in class." His voice was muffled in his crossed arms and pillow. I lifted his sweat shirt and he pulled it over his head. For the next fifteen minutes I gave him a real massage, pulling, isolating muscle groups and pushing down his spine to his hips. "Wow that's amazing; you really do know what you're doing!"
"Yeah, I like seeing a body relax, my gal got me hooked on massage. I thought about getting licensed." I let my hands curve around the sides of his hips to where is pube hairs tickled my fingers, he didn't move away. On the next down stroke I slid my hands a little under his waist band, exposing more of his lower back and the tops of his butt cheeks. I repeated that move a couple more times until I included most of his bare glutes in the wide strokes up and down his back. I was more than half hard and shaking in my belly a bit. I gave a few deep pushes to his glutes, kinda humping his mattress by my down thrusts. I let my hands linger under the front of his hips a few times too. "There ya go, dude. How was that?" I patted his bared ass.
"Uhuh....great. Thanks. I feel better, looser already."
"Great. Anytime you want another want more work, just ask, k?" He hadn't pulled up his sweats and boxers and rolled onto his side. His natural line of hair and pubes was inches from my hip. The heat was bouncing between us; his heavy cock flopped when he rolled onto his side.
"Yeah. I will, maybe some evening after a long day at the desk."
"Sure, anytime, man," I stood up which made my half hard immediately visible. "Gotta piss, man." I turned and walked out. I glanced back and he had his hand in his boxer, giving himself an adjusting tug.
I pissed and checked my laundry, changed it over.
Some yelled from the grand room, "Game on!"
I wanted a couch seat so I dashed. I got my same seat. Dale wasn't there yet, but came in the room a minute later. His face was flushed and he had on a different shirt. He winked again and did a sly mime of jacking off. I grinned back, nodded and gave him a high five as he flopped next to me. It got me hot that he jacked off after that quick back rub.
We sat next to each other on the couch and at times during tense game moments he grabbed me or draped over me, once even draped over after a heartbreaking play and copped a long feel of my cock shaft. I wanted just that: sly attention. The game droned on for most of the next quarter and a half. I got a text from J, saw he attached a pic. Dale's ankle was crossed over mine on the floor, he was that close.
I opened the text J said, "Tonight buddy! But forgot dinner with Mom. We'll hang at 7:30. My place. Go strutting around, go be a stud!" I opened the pic; it was the one of our boners and silly smiles from this morning. Dale didn't see it. I know I turned red. I shifted my leg so Dale and I were connected thigh to thigh. On a sudden interception against us, Dale grabbed me from behind, pressed his face into my shoulder blades, saying, "Noooo! I can't look!" Everyone was moaning and bitching, hiding behind their hands or pillows. We were spooned now. I was little spoon.
The other team set up two quick plays, they were positioned to score. No one noticed or cared to notice Dale was hanging on to my back. He cock was hot in the small of my back; his heavy biceps squeezed and flexed one under my pecs and the other across my belly. When the other team scored with less than two minutes to go, I knew it was over. A couple of guys got up and left. Dale sat back and I rolled on to my back next to him, still lying thigh to thigh. We lost the game on a whimper. Guys filed out, most were heading out to get drunk and eat fried food at the nearby Appleby's. I wouldn't break training for either beer or cheesy fries.
