Showering with Jesse Part 4

To quickly recap, we were freshmen in the dorms at a mormon university.  After our first 2 times in the shower, we now had the whole weekend to play since Jesse's roommate had gone home for the weekend, and had already gotten off twice that Friday evening, once in his room, and once in the showers at the gym.  

After Jesse and I got back from the gym, we headed up the stairs to his room.  We had figured we'd watch a movie.  His roommate had one of those little tv/vcr combos and about 10 movies to pick from, and Jesse went down to the vending machines to get some snacks.  I stripped down but left his briefs on and was standing there looking at the movies when he came back.  He laughed, and I did an impression of his "What? I like the support," from earlier that day.  And he stripped down to my boxers and shot back, "I like the freedom."  

It was funny, but it also kind of felt like it was a lead up to a repeat performance, and there was a moment of hesitation.  Jesse said, "I don't think I've got anything left tonight."  I was actually kind of relieved.   A lot had happened that day, and I was already starting to feel a little uneasy about what we'd done at the gym shower.  "Yeah, this guy is spent," was my response, signaling to my crotch.  "Let's just hang out, but there's nothing here I want to watch."

We ended up just talking for the next couple of hours.  I had begun to wonder how he knew so much and so asked him if he had done some of this before, just given what he seemed to already know.  He told me about his neighbor down the street who was a year older, and had introduced it to him, and they'd jerked off together almost every weekend.  It was starting to make more sense.  He also told me that the reason his roommate drove home for the weekend is because he had made up a story about a friend coming to visit, knowing that his roommate would probably take off, and that's how we'd been able to have the room to ourselves.

It made me a little uncomfortable,  not because he'd engineered it - I was glad that he had - but, I guess, that I had just been assuming it was happening spontaneously for both of us, not really thinking about it and just following along.  I was doubting my newfound confidence, which I supposed was bound to happen at some point.  Jesse asked me if I was mad, and I assured him I wasn't.  I did confide that although it felt good, I didn't think I wanted to do any more finger stuff and he was cool with that.  For me I think it was more about asserting some control than anything, but it had maybe been too much too fast, and this was my way of getting some confidence back.

We ended up talking about girls.  On our walks to class, we had talked about who we liked and stuff, but never more than that.  There wasn't much lockerroom type talk at a mormon university.  I told him that I had only ever kissed a girl (which was not unusual here), and he had gone a little farther, having felt up a girl, even getting her bra off.  Jesse said, "I kissed her tits," with an immature glee that made me laugh.  I, of course, asked him all about the details.  I also told him how I had slow danced with one of our German counselors at a summer academy thing I'd gone to, and how I'd gotten a boner and she could tell and had pressed closer to me, so we were kind of grinding against each other.  I had started to bone up by now, and in those briefs it was pretty obvious - we were on opposite beds so he could see it poking up.  Jesse shifted and adjusted his boxers and out came his boner through the fly.  "I guess we're not completely spent," he laughed.  

I took my dick out and started stroking it.  Jesse stood up and pulled the boxers off, sitting back down on the opposite bed, so I followed suit.  We sat across from each other, jacking off while watching each other.  Funny that having already jerked off together we were just jerking ourselves, but it seemed to fit the moment and the mood.  Plus it was pretty awesome to see the things we did the same and then to discover something different.  Whenever either of us did something new, the other would copy it and try it out.  Jesse did a lot more with his balls, not just playing with them, which had already been a revelation to me, but also squeezing down his nutsack so the balls were bulging out away from his body.  

I liked to sometimes turn my hand over in a reverse grip, and since Thursday had been doing a lot more teasing all over, my thighs, my pubes and belly, and back to my balls.  We were going slow at first, more interested in mirroring what the other was doing, but soon we were jacking at full speed.  I just went for it, fully stroking up and down my shaft as fast as I could.  Jesse matched my speed.  Soon I reached the point of no return and slowed down some to enjoy it.  I just let the cum shoot onto my chest and stomach.  Jesse slowed down to watch, and then he went for it, also shooting onto himself.  We kept slowing stroking, squeezing the last of the cum out, just watching each other, our dicks gradually going soft.

After a while we decided to call it a night, and used our underwear to wipe off the cum.  We decided there was no point to putting clean clothes on, so were just going to sleep naked. The only problem was, I had to pee like a racehorse, and I didn't want to risk someone seeing me.  Jesse handed me one of the gatorade bottles we had finished and said just to go in that.  I didn't really have an alternative (or at least it wouldn't occur to me until the next day that I could have just gone to a different floor where we didn't know anybody), so I put my dick at the opening of the bottle.  Nothing.  "I can't go with someone watching," I said, nervously laughing.  Jesse could have gone to the bathroom, but instead he grabbed the other bottle and almost immediately started peeing into.  That actually did the trick for me, and so we filled up those bottles, and carefully put the tops back on, before turning out the light and going to sleep.

I must have fallen right asleep. The last think I remember is saying, "Good night."  I'm a pretty deep sleeper, too, although I seemed to toss and turn a bit - I think because I had never slept in the nude before, or maybe it was just being in his roommate's bed instead of my own.  But when I woke up, I had my customary morning wood but it was harder and I was even more aware of it having it brush against the blanket.  Jesse was still sleeping and I had to pee again.   Not thinking super clearly, I cracked the window and emptied one of the gatorade bottles out into the bushes 3 floors down, so I could fill it back up.  I had to lean forward against the desk to get my boner at an angle to be able to pee in the bottle without making a mess.  As I was peeing,Jesse opened his eyes and looked over at my awkward positioning, laughing.  

"You try peeing into a bottle with a boner," I said, laughing.  "Or I could just go to the bathroom," he smiled.  He got up and stretched, his morning wood pointing straight out, then threw on some shorts and a t-shirt and headed to the bathroom.  "Not fair," I said, as he tucked his boner up under the waistband.   I sat back on the bed, and when he returned, he stripped back down and got under the covers.  "What do you want to do today?" I asked.  "Stay in bed," he replied.  "Well, that sounds like a lot of fun," I said, meaning it sarcastically.

"Right?" he said and rolled onto his back, so that his boner was now tenting up the blanket.  I realized he had taken it at face value, and I smiled.  Jesse pulled the covers off to reveal his hard dick, like it was an invitation.  I stood up and stretched, giving him the same view he'd given me, before making my way over to his bed.  I crawled on top of him, straddling him, like he had me yesterday, putting our dicks together and slowly stroking.   We took turns stroking our dicks together, then we each stroked the other, before putting them back together.  I pressed them together, but instead of stroking, I moved them against each other from side to side, the heads sliding past each other, which felt amazing.  

"Whoa," Jesse said, "that's going to make me cum."  And he sat up a little, which pushed me back some so that we were both sitting on the bed, but my legs still over his and our dicks still pretty close together.  There was room to play with each other's balls now, which had quickly become one of my favorites.  I loved the feeling of my balls being cradled in someone else's hand, and I definitely enjoyed the feel of rolling his balls in my hand.  We continued taking turns stroking our dicks together and then each other's separately, while massaging each other's balls.   

At one point, Jesse reached up to rub my chest and even pulled gently on my nipple.  Another thing I'd never done before, and I ran my hand through his chest hair and gently pinched his.  Jesse said he was getting close, and layed back, pulling me back on top.  He held our dicks together and did the side to side motion so our dick heads were rubbing past each other.  "Let's finish like this," he said, and I agreed.  While he was working our dicks, I reached back and grabbed his balls, first pulling them away like he had, and then pressing them against mine.   I could feel his balls tightening, and I increased the pressure on his balls, and pressing them more into mine.  "Fuck," Jesse whispered, as he started to cum.  I was both surprised - at most you heard the occasional "damn" or "hell" around here - but also turned on, and I started to cum too.  He held our dicks tight, while I continued pressing his balls into mine, and we both squirted, our cum mixing together as it came out into one pool.

"That might have been the best yet," Jesse said as he started to slowly push our dick heads past each other again.  I loosed my grasp and just rubbed his balls.  "You liked that?" I asked in mock disbelief.  "Yeah, and I think it's safe to say you did, too," he said as scooped up some cum, holding it out for me to see and then rubbing it into my belly, and then into our dicks.   He moved up to my dick head, which did feel a lot more sensitive this time, and my body convulsed, so I did the same to him.  It turned into a playful little struggle, each of us trying to make the other shudder.  We were each holding the other's boner, and soon called a truce.  I slide off of him, laying down on my side next to him, not letting go of his dick and we continued to slowly stroke each other's cock, gently pushing the remaning cum out.  

"That did feel amazing, " I said, sighing in contentment, and Jesse nodded in agreement.  "It's more intense when you wake up with morning wood, I think," Jesse added.  It was true - morning jack offs always feel more intense to me, too.   We continued like that until we were completely soft, still gently playing with each other.  "I still can't believe how big your balls are," I said, just making conversation as I cupped them.  "Yours are big, too," he said, giving mine a feel, "they just sit up closer to your body.  Besides, I can't believe how thick your dick is."  I wasn't fishing for a complement, but I appreciated it anyway.  It wasn't a competition, just an acknowledgment, an appreciation even.  I liked that I could feel comfortable, even fully exposed like that.  

We eventually decided we needed to shower again, and I realized that I could just go up a couple of floors to not run into anyone I knew.  Jesse said he'd go up there, too.  We couldn't shower together as there were too many people around on a Saturday, so we showered in the stalls next to each other, which was a bit of a let down.  He got done first, and he did briefly crawl under my stall to peek over the curtain at me, just like how this had all started.  We laughed, and then went back down the stairs to his room, not sure what we were going to do next.