The Dorm Room

By LA Jack This is a true story that happened 15 years ago when I went away to college. I grew up in a conservative household in Southern California. I went to religious school all my life and attended church every Sunday. Because of this, I grew up thinking that masturbation was bad and a sin. Still, this did not stop me from playing with my cock. I was a good kid, got good grades and was on the swimming team too. My senior year I applied to a very prestigious, but religious university in the Midwest and got in. The university I went to has all male and female dorms. Most of the students live on campus where there is no co-ed living whatsoever and there are strict rules about premarital sex. If you are caught having sex, you are kicked out, that is how conservative it is, and I am not kidding. Our first year, we actually had to sign a document that said we would obey these rules. I lived in a dormitory of about 250 men. The great thing about living in an all male dorm is the central bathroom. We all had to share it and take open showers, so I saw a lot of nice naked butts and bushy cocks. I even fooled around with a few of the guys while soaping our dicks, but that is another story. I shared a dorm room with Steve. He was from Texas and had a southern accent. He owned a pair of tight Levi jeans and boots that he would wear on special occasions or when he was missing home. This made him stand out sometimes because most of the guys at our school wore khaki pants, button down shirts, and looked like George Bush, Jr. (our current president). Like me, Steve grew up in a conservative, but hardworking household so we had a lot in common. Today, Steve is a nice looking man. We are both 34. He is 5’11”, blue eyes and light brown hair, a bit on the stocky side with a full set of hair on his chest, strong arms and legs. Back then, he was still growing, boyish thin and lanky, but still nice to look at. We were both just 18. It was easy for me to fantasize about him. Our dorm beds were across from each other so I use to pop open an eye in the early morning hours while he was still asleep to look at his bulge underneath the blankets. The beauty about men is that we wake up with early morning wood all the time. Even before seeing him naked, I knew he had a nice package. When he would sit down, I could see his cock and balls bursting out of his pants. One time, while watching something like Bay Watch on TV, I remember looking over to where he was sitting and seeing the outline of his hard cock poking underneath his jeans, maybe half way down his left knee. I asked him about it. I said, “Are you turned on because I can see your hard-on from here.” To which he replied that he was because he hadn’t been laid in a while. Then he got up and went to our bedroom. A few minutes later, I followed and found him lying down on his stomach in bed. He had taken off his jeans and was in his boxer shorts. I was not sure what was wrong, so I asked him. He said he was embarrassed that I had seen him hard out in the living room. I told him not to worry about it, that I had been hard too, and that it was no big deal. Besides, it was natural for two young men like us to be horny all the time. By this time, I had sat down next to him on his bed while he was still facing down on his pillow. I could see his legs covered with soft light brown hair and it trailed up to the end of his shorts. I could hardly contain myself because I wanted to rub my hands all over his legs. He told me that he had been thinking about us, how good friends we had become. One morning, he had seen me changed after I had come back from the shower. I must have been playing with my cock because it was still semi-hard and red. He was turned on by what he saw that he had to jack off. He had used one of my dirty underwear as a cum rag. I told him not to worry about it, that I had the same feelings about him. Without even thinking, I had begun to rub his legs. He told me about a friend of his back home. He and his friend would get together, pull out their dicks and jack-off behind his father’s barn. They did this since they were little kids. By this time, my hand had reached the outer edge of his boxer shorts and I noticed that the hair on his legs did not stop, but kept on going up to his beautiful bubble ass. I slipped my fingers underneath his shorts and felt his butt for the first time. I squeeze one of his ass cheeks with my hand. He pushed his hips forward. His ass was so tight and firm, I thought they were two perfect mounds of strong muscle. At this point, he had stop talking and we were both silent. His boxer shorts were on tight, so Steve spread his legs apart to give me more room. In no time at all, I was running my fingers down his butt crack, tugging at the hairs, feeling the warmth and moisture that was in between his legs, my fingers moving along the side of his sweaty balls. They fit nicely on my palm. I was surprised to find his dickhead underneath them. He was hard. He lifted his hips in the air to allow me to slip off his shorts. He was now lying down in his bed with only his t-shirt and white socks. His butt and legs were naked and exposed and I had a clear view of his hot body. His dickhead was still underneath his balls, but I could now see how thick it was. I asked him to turn around. Facing me, his rock hard cock slumped on his left thigh. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen, cut and a solid eight inches long. I grabbed it with my right hand and stroked it with my fingers, but I could not wrap my fingers completely around his cock because it was that thick. His cock-head was the size of a golf ball, nice, plump and juicy. I could smell that musty masculine odor that men have. Before long, I got on my knees and slipped it inside my mouth. I must have been sucking on it hard because in a few minutes, I felt Steve’s hips push off the bed. I heard him make a strong deep growl and the next thing I know I had a mouth full of fresh warm cum. It seemed like he would never stop cumming because it was dripping from the side of my mouth and I could taste the sweet bitter salt on my lips. From that point on, Steve and I became lovers, but guilt and social values pushed us apart. We are still good friends, but he is married now and living back in Texas. Still, I know that we will never forget our time together in that dorm room.