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Dorm Jackoff

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by Sticky Dick It was a hot summer Saturday on campus. Everyone except myself and two other guys had gone home for weekend visits, and the dorm was almost empty. The dorm itself was an old converted two-story house a couple of blocks from campus, and the air conditioner was on the fritz -- it was hotter than hell in my room. I had stripped down to bare skin and was lying on the bed in front of a pitifully small oscillating fan. The sweat dripped down the side of my face and down the naked skin of my sides. I lit up a Marlboro and watched the smoke curl up toward the ceiling as I absentmindedly played with my crotch. It, too, was slick with hot sweat, and beads of perspiration stood out in my curly bush. My six-inch cut dick was starting to stiffen. I thought to myself that, what the hell, maybe if I jacked off, it would take my mind off the heat. I slowly ran a finger up the underside of my cock , then licked my finger off, tasting the sweat. I got into a good, slow stroking rhythm. The head of my dick swelled up and turned a bright red. Damn, this felt good. I was really getting into it when, all of a sudden, the door opened and Cal, one of the other guys hanging around for the weekend, walked in unannounced. He was slim and wore only a pair of cutoff jeans. His curly brown hair hung almost to his shoulders. "Hey, man," he said, "It's too fuckin' hot in here. You wanna go --" He broke off suddenly, stared for a second, then smiled broadly. "Well, I was gonna ask if you wanted a beer, but it looks like you're already busy." There was no use hiding what I had been doing, so I merely took my hand off my red cock, which continued to twitch and move on its own. He smiled again. "Sorry to bust in, but it looks like you hardly noticed." I smiled back. "Yeah, I guess there are some things that are fun no matter how hot it is." He stood quietly for a second and then said, "You wouldn't mind a little company, would you?" Before I could answer, he skinned off the cutoffs and his hardening dick stood revealed. He had about a seven-incher and a long, dangling bag of balls. Unlike mine, his bush had straight hair. Wow! What an unexpected opportunity. I scooted over on the bed and said, "Sure, come on over." He lay down next to me, his rock-hard dick bobbing and swaying. He began slowly to stroke his stiff meat, closing his eyes and whispering, "Oh, yeah!" I watched him and, after a minute, decided the time had come to act. Slowly I reached over and played with his dark red dickhead, spreding the slick spot of precum welling up in his piss slit. Without any hesitation, he reached over and cupped my balls, then fell into a regular stroke on my cock, which swelled under his soft fingers. I began stroking him == his dickskin was looser than mine, even though the shaft under it felt like steel. I felt the itch building up at the base of my cock and said, "Stop for a minute before I shoot my wad! I'd like to make this last." He did, and I slowed my stroking on his hot shaft, occasionally reaching down below to feel that huge ballsack. Unexpectedly, he sat up. Had he suddenly changed his mind? Not really . . . he brought his face near my crotch, and began licking the sweat off my belly. Then, she slid slowly down to my dick and took just the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and sticking the end of it in my piss slit. Then he began to slide up and down the full lenght of the shaft! I gasped with pleasure, and crunched up the soaked bedsheets in my damp hands. "I'm gonna shoot," I moaned, and he took my hot rod out of his mouth and began stroking it for all it was worth. In a second, I shot three juicy arcs into the hair of my belly and chest. Then, breathing heavily, he began stroking his own shaft and in barely three strokes spewed a thick, pearly cum, much thicker than mine, that dripped off the end of his cock onto my belly. Exhausted, we both laughed weakly, and he collapsed on top of me. We fell into a deep sleep and, when we awoke, our bellies were lightly stuck to each other by our own drying manjuice. PS -- Thanks for listening! Would love to hear from you about similar experiences.

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