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Shakin' the Bed

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Shakin' the Bed by KB Arthur (brown_velvet@hotmail.com)I swam competitively for eight years, three of those in high school. During high school the team would climb on a bus nearly every weekend to travel several hours through flat, ugly west Texas so we could compete against other schools in the region. Most of the time we spent the night in hotels-we never got to choose our roommates. One weekend we left Abilene (my hometown) at 6:30 in the morning to go to Monahans, about a four hour drive. Needless to say, I jacked a load in the bus bathroom was everyone else was asleep. When we got to Monahans we went straight to the pool for prelims, during which I swam well and caught sight of a great number of gorgeous male packages. It was 11:00 p.m. before we got to the hotel in Monahans; I was plenty horny, but exhausted from the long day. My mood worsened when I heard that I was going to be sleeping next to Ian. Ian was a junior (I was a sophomore) who no one really liked. He was always bragging about his talent even though he wasn't that fast, and he was really nosy-a big pest who got on a lot of people's nerves. As a result, I was always ashamed when I thought about how much I'd like to get a grip on his huge dick. Yes, Ian was the most well-hung swimmer on the team, and though I despised the guy, I'd never wanted to touch any dick more than his. So here I was: tired, wet, smelling like chlorine, horny as fuck, and sharing a bed with a huge slab of manmeat (not to mention its owner). I decided to put it all out of my mind. I showered, changed into dry clothes and collapsed on the bed. Ian crawled in next to me and pulled most of the covers over to his side. Asshole. About four hours later, around 3 in the morning, I woke up with the biggest, most swollen erection I've ever had, just aching to be jerked. I opened my eyes and saw Ian snoring away. Obviously I was worried about waking him up if I jerked off, but then I decided that the asshole could just deal with it. I pulled down my boxers and slowly stroked that massive hard-on. It was paradise. I rolled over onto my other side so as to shake the bed as little as possible, and so that I wouldn't come all over Ian's abdomen (back then my loads were more like a series of projectiles). Pretty soon I started really going at it, pulling my loose circumcised skin faster and faster, the sensations in my crotch and on my cock getting better and more intense. I knew I was shaking the bed considerably now-I could hear the springs squeaking. I thought to myself that Ian might have woken up and figured out what I was doing, but I still didn't stop. It only made me hornier to think that he possibly knew what I was up to. Just to see if he did know or if his big-dick and he were both still asleep, I kept jerking but slowly rolled over to face him again. Suddenly, I stopped dead in my tracks (strokes?)-I wasn't the only one shaking the bed. Ian had been awake the whole time and he was masturbating too. His eyes were wide open, looking right at my face. He smiled. "You don't have to stop," he whispered as he kept jerking his own cock furiously. I started stroking again, delirious with arousing thoughts about how big Ian's erect member must have been-and it was just a few inches from me! We just lay there, looking right at each other, stroking our respective cocks under the covers. Suddenly he stopped, and I felt his hand reach over to my crotch and remove my hand from my own dick; he then proceeded to jerk me off. It all happened too fast for me to realize what he wanted. When I finally did I almost came right then. I slowly reached over and slowly wrapped my fingers around his searing hunk of flesh. It had to have been at least 8 and 1/2 inches long, and more than 6 inches around. It was the biggest, hottest cock I had ever felt. I started to move my hand quickly up and down his shaft, and he let out a soft grunt of pleasure. Meanwhile, his hand was working its magic on my own dick, and I was loving every second of it. We didn't last much longer; we both started breathing pretty hard, each stroking the other's cock even faster and faster until finally, both of us straining as hard as we could not to howl with pleasure, huge ropes of come erupted from our cocks, splashing the other's stomach and swirling together on the sheets between us. I was never more reluctant to do anything than let go of Ian's dick. But I did, when he let go of mine; our hands mingled together in our mutual puddle of semen, then we brought our fingers to our lips and had a taste of our come cocktail. Then Ian simply turned over, his back to me, and fell back asleep. I did the same. The next day, all I could think about was what the two guys in the bed next to ours must have thought