Showering with Jesse, Part 3

To recap, I was a freshman in the dorms at a mormon university, with a very conservative upbringing and all the attendant guilt/shame, and not comfortable with my body.  But I found a friend, who besides being confident and at ease with himself, was in my mind the very picture of masculinity - tall, built, and hairy.  We started pretty innocently just showering together while chatting every Tuesday/Thursday before class, after he actually followed through on my joking comment about just getting in the shower with me. This in itself was honestly pretty amazing just having that openness and vulnerability, and really helped me get comfortable with myself.  And then one fateful shower, Jesse still had his morning wood, the first erection not my own I had ever seen, which caused me to instantly spring to attention, and Jesse again put me at ease and taught me a thing or two.  We had first jacked off Tuesday, then again on Thursday, missing our first class both days.  

The first time was, of course, amazing, and we had jacked each other at the same time and then finished ourselves off while grasping each other’s balls.  Jesse had taught me that.  The second time had been even more intense, and I had jacked Jesse off first, before he then returned the favor.  Mind blowing, to say the least, to have all that attention and focus, and it had involved more ball play, and my new favorite spot, that area underneath the balls.  In addition to my our masturbatory pleasures, I had learned a lot from Jesse about confidence and being comfortable with myself.  We had opened up to one another - I had certainly told him things I’d never told a soul.  And the physical closeness we shared just by virtue of showering together and especially how we had washed each other after both times had made our friendship more intimate and special.  It sounds cheesy to say it, but the best I can do to describe is brotherly love.

So after that second time, we’d gone our separate ways to the other classes that Thursday.  I was thinking that I didn’t want to wait until Tuesday for another experience, and also wondering if I was going to start feeling the guilt soon.  But I remembered what Jesse had said when I asked him if he felt guilty about what we’d done or about masturbating in general: “If it is wrong, then we’re all wrong, and we might as well be wrong together.”  Wisdom of the ages! It made perfect sense to me, and I resolved to not give in to the shame anymore.  Sitting through another class that I was definitely not paying attention to, I had even thought of an addendum to his wisdom:  If it’s wrong, then I don’t want to be right!

Walking home that afternoon, I tried to think of ways we might be able to enjoy ourselves again without waiting until Tuesday, but I came up empty.  We both had roommates, there was really nowhere to go, and we couldn’t go to the shower when the dorm would be more or less full now with everyone back from classes.  I got back and my roommate wasn’t there yet, luckily; I could jerk off before he got back.  But I wanted to relive the activities from that morning and didn’t want to rush, so I decided to wait.  I thought it would be good to try to break my compulsive pattern.  After dinner and some studying, I saw my roommate was getting his stuff to go take a shower - he usually showered at night - which still wouldn’t have been enough time, but he told me he had to take a dump first.  I knew he’d be a while - I’d once waited an hour for him.  I told him I was going to turn in, so that I could close the door and also be able to just be under the covers in case he came back before I finished.  

I repeated all the touching, tickling and teasing that I had done on Jesse, and even let my finger wander down further past my balls towards my hole.  Jess had gotten kind of close to it and it felt good.  I wasn’t really sure what I was doing, and it had never even dawned on me to actually put my finger in, but I circled around it, putting some pressure and just including it in the teasing.  It was probably 20 minutes of this when I thought of how Jesse had been positioned and how he had used his still mostly hard dick to tease around my balls, and even press it against that spot under my balls.  I remembered how I could feel the cum that was still on the tip of his dick as he pressed it against my balls, and that made me want to cum, and I did.  I just rubbed it into my belly to dry, so I didn’t have to get up, and I fell asleep before my roommate was even back.  

Friday was a busy class day, and my roommate and I left at the same time, so no chance to jack off, at least not enough time to repeat my newfound techniques.  I was still pretty distracted, thinking about how I might be able to make another session happen with Jesse before Tuesday.  Nothing really feasible, and I was feeling the need to jack off again.  I almost stopped at the library on my way home to “use the facilities,” but I was still resolved not to rush it, though my dick was already getting hard.  Good thing I didn’t.  Jesse was sitting in the lobby of the dorm waiting, for me and he had a big smile on his face.  “What’s up?” I said.  “I just wanted to say hi,” he offered and paused, so I said Hi and we started walking towards the elevator.  “I was also going to tell you that Art decided to go home this weekend.”  Art was Jesse’s roommate, and here was a golden opportunity.  “Thought you might want to hang out with me this weekend.”  That was an understatement.  We worked out the details on the way up, which involved me telling my roommate that I was going to stay with a friend for the weekend, and packing a bag, so that it wouldn’t be weird that I was sleeping in Jesse’s room.  He was at the other end of the hall, so I’d probably not even see my roommate and if I did, I could just make something up about coming back early.

I quickly ran to pack up some things, and my roommate wasn’t there, so I just left a note.  Better that way - he couldn’t ask me any questions.  And within a few minutes I was in Jesse’s room, setting my stuff down, and all of a sudden kind of nervous.  This was outside our shower routine, so I figured I’d let Jesse take the lead.  I still had a semi, in anticipation, the kind where if there’s even a breeze or a wrong move, it could instantly spring to attention.  Jesse was cleaning off some clutter from the desk, and said he was going to change into some shorts.  I said I was too and turned to get some basketball shorts out of my bag and started to change.  “Or we could get more comfortable,” Jesse said, and I turned around in my t-shirt and boxers, aware that I’d have full boner at any moment.  Jesse was standing there in just his briefs.  I kind of snorted.  At my high school, no one wore briefs, it was considered childish.  “Nice whitey tighties!” I said, still laughing but taking in the sight of him.  Jesse was physically more mature than anyone our age, and for some reason it was funny to me to see this pretty much fully grown man standing there in what I associated with younger boy’s underwear.  “What? I like the support,” he said as he grabbed his crotch, giving it a little shake back and forth.  He really filled out those briefs though, and they did accentuate his big balls.  

I decided to be bold, now that he had made the first move.  “I can see you really need the support,” I told him as I walked over and gave his package a squeeze.  I could feel my boner tenting, so I said, “I like the freedom,” and gave my dick a shake, so that he could see it bouncing in my boxers.  “Freedom is good, too,” he said, pulling my boner out through the fly of my boxers,  “Looks like this guy could use some breathing room.”  He gave my dick a stroke, and I pulled off my shirt. “Let’s give you some freedom, too,” I said and pulled his briefs down slowly towards his knees, until they dropped to the floor on their own.  Jesse wasn’t hard yet, but he was definitely plumped up.  He pulled my boxers down in return, we both stepped out of our underwear, and just stood there for few moments, enjoying the “freedom.” 

“So, what do you wanna do tonight?” I said in mock innocence as if I were bored and looking for something to do.  I pushed my boner under his dick and bounced it up and down a few times.  “We could go grab some dinner, go see a movie, maybe meet up with some friends,” he played along, and reached down to rub my balls, “Or we could just hang out here,” he shrugged.  I continued, “What would we do?”  Jesse flashed a big smile and nonchalantly said, “I don’t know, rub our dicks together until they explode with cum.  Maybe?” as if just one of several options.  I burst out laughing, “Yeah, I mean, I guess if there’s nothing else to do.”  I was looking down at Jesse’s dick, and I could see it growing.  I’d seen my own dick rise to erection, but it was pretty cool to watch it happening on him.  “Well, I guess that’s decided,” I said as I reached down and squeezed his boner. He laughed, and stepped closer, putting his hard dick on top of mine.  We rubbed them together, not jacking them, but making contact, sliding them along, him pushing his tip into my pubes, me brushing my tip along his balls.  

“Since we have more space, let’s try something new,” he said, nudging me backwards with his dick until I my legs touched the bed and all I could do was sit back.  He swung my legs up onto the bed and climbed on top of me, straddling me with our dicks now lined up tip to tip.  Jesse was a couple inches taller than me and probably a good 25 lbs heavier, if not more - he was pretty built - and for a second, I felt kind of intimidated.  He put both his hands around our dicks and started stroking them as if one big dick.  I relaxed, dropping my arms so I wasn’t propped up anymore, and brought my arms back behind my head, laying back and enjoying the feeling of our dicks being stroked in unison.   I felt the weight of his balls on mine and reached in to cup his, doing my best to rub and tease them.  It was kind of difficult to do while he jerked us, so instead, I pulled him forward, so now it was just our boners rubbing against each other.  He put his arms on either side of my head supporting himself, and I reached out and started playing massaging the backs of this thighs and his butt cheeks.  

I couldn’t quite reach his balls, just my fingertips grazing the back of his sack, but I could reach the hair that ran underneath from his balls towards his crack. I played with that, thinking about how he had gotten close to my hole yesterday in the shower, and I myself had repeated it in my jackoff last night.  I ran my fingers up along the crack, feeling the little hairs along the way, and slowly spread his cheeks so that I could rub around his hole.  He looked surprised.  “Good?” I asked tentatively.  He only nodded, but he started thrusting his dick hard against mine, our chests now touching.  Plenty of precum was flowing, I assume from both our dicks, but hard to tell what was whose with them whacking against each other and against our stomachs.  He was really going for it - his balls were slapping against mine with pretty good force, pleasure bordering on pain, but in a good way - it was going to make me spurt.  I was thrusting too, more gently, as that was all I could do with his weight on me.  I was using my thumbs to pull his cheeks apart, and after circling around his hole, applied pressure directly to it with 2 fingers, pressing my other fingers down in the area underneath his balls.  

He went crazy, kind of spasming, thrusting even faster but in shorter movements.  He was gasping, making sounds like he was trying to say something, but it just came out like moans of pleasure.  I felt his cum, warm on my belly  and trapped between us, helping my dick slide along even better.  I came seconds later, seemed to just kind of flow out rather than shoot, but maybe that was just because we were pressed against each other.  Our thrusting slowed to gentler pace, and I let off the pressure on his hole, but kept my fingers there, circling, and running back down the crack.  Sweat was dripping from Jesse’s forehead, and I only then realized how much sweat there was in between our chests and bodies.  “Thank you,” he said breathlessly and stopped holding himself up, letting his head rest against my shoulder.  I moved my hands to his butt cheeks, saying “No, thank YOU,” with a squeeze to emphasize each word, then ran my hands up his back, ending in a hug.  I flexed my dick, making him laugh,  and he flexed his back.  Patting him on the back, I said, “Much as I would like keep this up, it’s getting hard to breathe.”

Jesse lifted himself up, sliding his legs up my torso, helped along with all the cum and sweat, so that he was now sitting on my stomach, partway onto my chest, his boner pointing straight at me.  “Is this better?” he smirked.  I shot back, “That pungent smell is opening up my airway,” and I reached up to rub the cum into his sensitive dickhead.  He groaned, and moved back a little, but I kept a hold of his dick.  The whole thing was covered in cum and i was just rubbing it in.  He reached back and did the same to me.  “A shower would be good right about now,” he said, and I laughed, causing him to bounce up and down with each movement of my belly.  There were too many people at the dorm to shower together, plus I didn’t really want it anyone to know I was staying in Jesse’s room, so we cleaned up with his towel as best we could.  We were starving, so we went down the stairs just 2 doors down from his room and headed to the dining hall further away from our dorm so we wouldn’t run into our friends.

While we ate, Jesse asked me about the stuff I did on his butt. I told him that I’d noticed how good it felt when he had gotten close to my hole and that I had tried it on myself later.  He said, “It feels even better if you put your finger inside,” and I laughed, thinking he was joking.  He didn’t laugh, and realizing he wasn’t kidding, I had a look of confusion and maybe a little disgust on my face.  “Isn’t it dirty?” I asked.  “You can do it in the shower,” he explained, “and that feeling you like when you press under the balls, you feel it even more when you press inside.”  That had me intrigued.  “Too bad,” I said, “have to wait till next week,” thinking about how we couldn’t use the dorm shower with everyone around.  “I know a  shower we can use,” he offered with a grin.  i was excited to try that and also relieved that I’d be able to get the dried cum off my stomach.

We took our time finishing dinner, to give ourselves a chance to recover, and chatted more about our jerk off histories.  I told him that my very first time had been when I was vacuuming and the vibration of the machine had made my little dick hard, eventually ending in a dry orgasm.  I had then figured out I could use the hose attachment directly on my dick. Jesse thought that was hilarious.  He had learned with the handheld shower wand and also figured how he could put his dick between his mattress and pillow and hump till he came.  He would wrap toilet paper around his dick to prevent a mess.  “All of the above,” I countered and told my tale of pushing my boner right against the hot tub jets at a hotel while my family was swimming in the pool, cumming right into the jet. “Yep, done that,” he said.  I had really thought I was some kind of sexual deviant growing up, so it was nice to hear I was not alone.  I asked him if he had ever tried to suck his own dick.  “Everybody has tried that,” he said, “but were you able to?”  “Not even close,” I said, amazed at how common and obvious he made it sound.  “Me neither,” he said, shaking his head.

It was 7pm by now, and Jesse led me to the place he had in mind. Turns out there were 2 gyms on campus, the new one that most people used, and an old one, that didn’t have much in the way of equipment, but where Jess had his weightlifting class.  Neither would be busy at this time, but the old gym was almost completely empty.  We went into the locker room, grabbing some towels, and headed to a locker to get undressed.  I started to wrap the towel around my waist, but he threw his towel over his shoulder, so I followed his lead.  No one was there to see us, but I still felt a surge of confidence.  There was a big shower room, and then there was a stall off to the side.  It was pretty big but there was only one shower head and a bench along the side.  I realized it must have been a handicap stall when I saw the hose leading up to the detachable shower head.  I gave Jesse a knowing smile nodding towards the shower head, “Reliving the first time, I see,”  and he smiled back.  

We hung our towels on the hook and he turned the shower on as he pulled the hose down, letting it spray against the wall while it warmed up.  “But it’s going to be even better than the first time,” he said, and I didn’t doubt him.  I was a little nervous that my dick didn’t seem to be reacting yet, whereas normally I’d be completely hard by now, but he wasn’t either.  He picked at the little dried flakes of cum in his pubes, treasure trail, and even some in his chest hair.  “I need to wash this off,” he said as he raised the now warm spray up to himself.  “Me too,” I said as I got close to him so he could alternate the water between us as rubbed it off.  I had been a sweaty mess before, but now I was a little cold in this large room, especially when he moved the water back towards him.  “It’s cold in here,” I said as moved in closer so that there was only room for the shower head between our chests.  Our soft dicks were now touching.  

He handed me the nozzle, and pulled me in close, quickly rubbing his hands up and down my sides and my back to warm me up.  I held the water above us and let it wash down both of us, and used my other hand to warm him the same way.  We stood like that for a few minutes as we warmed up.  I wasn’t really worried about not getting hard yet because this was so nice.  I just loved feeling close to him in a non-sexual way.  It didn’t really get more intimate than that as friends.  “You smell a lot better now,” I joked.  “You still reek of cum,” he said with a smirk.  “That’s just my natural scent,” I shrugged as if to say what-can-you-do, “don’t be jealous.”  He laughed and said, “Smells like teen spirit.”  I cracked up at that.  We were now moving our hips side to side, softly pushing our dicks past each other.  I felt some life in mine, but was still content to just stand there with him.  His hands were now just rubbing slowly up and down my sides and back.  It was the kind of tender touch I hadn’t had much of growing up but hadn’t realized what I had missed until now.  He was affirming my masculinity - Jesse, the very picture of manliness - not only accepting me but treating me as his equal.  I suppose it was also kind of primal, like how monkeys groom each other. 

A little steam had built up, and he asked me if I was warm enough.  “Almost,” I said, so that I could stand like that for a little longer.  He was running his fingers along my crack now like I had his, gently teasing.  I did the same to him with my free hand, and felt a little more life returning to my dick.  When I told him I was warm enough, he turned me around and reached around to tease my dick and my balls, and along my thighs and my belly, too. His chin was resting on my should, his cheek against mine, and I felt his dick and his pubes pressed into my butt.  He was going slowly, but methodically, pulling gently on my dick and rubbing my balls in the palm of his hand.  His dick started to harden, I felt it pressing against the underside of my butt cheeks.  Soon, he scooted his lower half back, to let it bounce and pressed it back into me, now pointing up, and slid it back and forth against my crack. 

And now I was fully hard.  Jesse told me to sit back against the wall and scoot down so my butt was out.  He got some soap from the wall dispenser, and held the nozzle so that the water was spraying my balls and my butt. Honestly, that itself felt pretty great, but he wiped some soap onto my hand and told me to rub it around my hole and then to push just the tip of my middle finger in.  He sat right in front of me and did the same so I could see.  “You kind of have to push out with your hole while you push your finger in,” he explained, and his finger slid in.  It took me a bit, and it kinda hurt, but I got the tip in.  He demonstrated how to push in to the knuckle and bend up towards my stomach.  It wasn’t hurting anymore, but it was a weird sensation. “I’m not sure if I’m doing it right,” I said. “Do you want me to show you?”  I nodded. That is exactly what I wanted - it was true that I wasn’t sure I was doing it right, but I could have figured it out.  Might as well let the expert do it though.  He set the shower head down, got some more soap and moved in close.  He spent more time rubbing the soap in around my hole before asking if I was ready.  I nodded, and tried to push out, while he pressed in.  Much better this time.  

He went very slowly, pressing out against my hole as if making it bigger in a circular motion, before pressing further in.  He started to rub my balls with his other hand while curling his finger up towards the ceiling, and my boner jumped.  Seeing that it was working, he started to stroke my dick, and move his finger in and out a little faster.  I grabbed his dick to return the favor, and sat up slightly so I could see his butt and worked my finger into his hole, to much less resistance I might add.  He was right, this did feel even better,  like the pleasure was building not in my dick or balls, but inside me.  Seeing his enjoyment increased my own and we sped up.  I copied whatever he did and it wasn’t long before we were both breathing heavily.  “Are you close?” he asked, and I grunted, “yeah.”  He sped up both the stroking and his finger, so I followed, and within about 10 seconds, I passed the point of no return.  “I’m gonna cum,” I said, and Jesse pushed his finger deeper into my hole, and the cum just came out, in waves.  It didn’t shoot in the air, just kind of overflowed out the tip, but more than I expected since I’d just cum a couple hours ago.  I pushed my finger into his hole and moved my stroking up his cock towards the head and he shot his cum, like a volcano - hot lava up into the air only to return back down on my hand and his dick.  

We pulled our fingers out because it was so sensitive, and didn’t even do much further stroking.  That was definitely a different kind of orgasm, more whole body and drawn out rather than a quick explosion.  I think I was still in a bit of shock, cause Jesse broke the silence to say, “Didn’t I tell you?” I laughed, “You said it felt better, but I guess I wasn’t expecting that.”  We sat there for a while to get a hold of ourselves and used the shower head to rinse the cum in the meantime.  Eventually, we got back up and put the shower head back on its stand so we could wash our hands and the rest of us.  We washed each other like we had been doing, but this time we washed each other’s butts too.  Jesse got the nozzle back down and handed it to me, then turned around, but forward and spread his cheeks.  I soaped his crack up, rubbed the soap around his hole and then rinsed it off, and handed him the nozzle to do the same for me.  I shuddered cause my hole still felt very sensitive.  

While we dried each other off, Jesse asked me if I was still feeling any guilt about what we were doing.  “A little,” I said, “but I’m not beating myself about it out,” repeating his response from yesterday.  I continued, “A wise man once told me, ‘If it’s wrong, we’re all wrong, and we might as well be wrong together.’”  He looked pleased, and I told him I had thought of something to add to that:  “Besides, if this is wrong, I don’t want to be right!”  We both laughed, and walked back to the lockers with the towels around our shoulders, still not a soul around though.  We had to put our same clothes back on since we hadn’t planned on this, but he grabbed my boxers from me and put them on, and handed me his briefs.  This was both very funny but also deeply meaningful to me - a sign of our bond and also an another indication of his acceptance of me.  I felt like a man, even though I was wearing boy style briefs, because they were Jesse’s briefs, and the same fabric that supported his big balls was now supporting mine.  We headed back to the dorm, knowing we still had 2 more days to ourselves.  

And so my education with Jesse would continue - I was an eager student and a quick learner.