Life With Dale in the Dorms

This story is a true account of experiences living in a college dormitory with a fellow student named Dale. Although these events took place some 12 years ago, they are still vivid among my fond memories. Dale and I became good friends while sharing several undergraduate classes. We often studied together, went to football games together, double-dated, and, as close friends, talked often about the intimate aspects of our sexual lives, sparse as they were. Dale was a tall, slender, and good-looking blonde-haired lad, who seemingly had few close friends, much like me. Since we always got along splendidly, it was only natural for us to share a dormitory room when both of us elected to live on campus while pursuing our masters degrees. We were both 21 when we moved in to our slightly cramped, new quarters. His part of the room for a small desk, a small bookcase, and a single bed was at the east wall of the room, while mine was on the opposite side. Less than three or so feet separated our beds, which while narrow, boasted surprisingly comfortable mattresses. The bath and shower facilities were communal and down the hall from us by some fifty feet. The first time I saw Dale naked was the very first night of our dorm stay. Given that Dale always exuded an observably conservative stance on issues, events, and even people, I was a bit surprised when he opted to change into his pajama shorts in the room, as opposed to going to the hallway bath, as I suspected he would. I was particularly surprised to see that his cut dick was probably less than three inches long, since most tall and slender people I had seen naked generally sported disproportionately long cocks. I reciprocated Dale's actions by also changing in the room, making sure that he could glimpse my almost four inch flaccid cock. I had always been self-conscious about the size of my cock and must confess that seeing his smaller tool made me instantly more comfortable with sharing a room with him. College life in the dorm went on routinely for us in the days that followed. One hot night during the second week of our co-habitation, when I simply could not fall asleep as quickly as I normally did, I could not help but hear a faint rustling or shuffling sound coming from the other side of the room. Even though it was dark outside, the street and adjacent building lights outside filtered sufficiently through our window curtain sheers to allow me make out that Dale was lying on his left side, with his eyes closed, facing my bed. The rustling noise appeared to derive from his cover sheet interfering with his right hand, which seemed to be moving outward from and inward to his slender body in the general neighborhood of his groin. Clearly, Dale was jacking off, and that realization encouraged my cock to stir. I was certainly aware that guys jacked off and indeed, I had masturbated two nights before while showering, being careful to ensure that no one saw or heard me. But this the first time that I could confirm that my best friend, as it were, did what I did regularly. It also struck me curious that Dale was jacking off facing me, when he could just as easily have jacked off lying on his right side and therefore away from my eyes. The thought that he wanted me to see him made my cock grow to its aroused six inch length. I lay on my back with my tool tenting my cover sheet in plain view of Dale's eyes, although I was never sure he actually saw the scene I willingly projected for him. I continued to watch Dale when suddenly I began to hear him breathe more deeply and utter a subdued moan. I could even see his eyes open and noticed that the action of his right arm became more deliberate. I also saw his body shudder when he appeared to have ejaculated. At this point, I am dripping pre-cum and fighting the urge to wrap my right fist around my tool. Then Dale suddenly turned to the other side and seemingly fell asleep. The next morning, we did our usual things, with neither of us mentioning what I had observed. During the day that ensued, as well as for several days thereafter, the images I garnered that hot night in the semi-dark would not leave my memory. I could get hard simply thinking about it. About three nights after my observations, I decided to imitate Dale's behavior. I waited almost half the night for Dale to turnover so that he faced me. I took it a step further by pulling my cover sheet below my knees and allowing my growing cock to escape through the front of my pajama shorts. I played with myself, even uttering a few light groans, but became frustrated by the complete lack of reaction from Dale. Again, the next morning, we said nothing about my performance, which did not end in an orgasm. When getting ready for bed that evening, I was stunned by Dale's assertion that there is no need for us to play games hiding something that is completely natural. He apparently was aware of my actions the previous night and believed that I had watched him at least several times. I was relieved and not at all embarrassed for indeed he was right and besides, we were both guilty of the same thing. He then suggested that we begin our new living arrangement by jacking off together before going to sleep. At this point, I am intensely hardening and therefore agreed willingly. We took off our clothes and laid on our beds watching each other. His dick was still small, but mine was already erect, which prompted him to advise that I slow down so that he can catch up. As he played with his cock, I was astonished to see it grow so dramatically. It at least doubled in size, growing to be larger than mine and featured what could only be described as a bulbous head. After about ten minutes of self play and teasing, Dale let out a groan and almost a scream and shot about six squirts over his chest, neck, and stomach. It didn't take me long to follow. I thought the head of my dick was going to burst when I suddenly shot load after load in exquisite agony. We smiled and ultimately laughed a bit while we lay naked and promised to do this regularly. More about that later.