Clueless Two Do This – In the dorm

Submitted by MCHammer

As I mentioned in my earlier post, my buddy J and I talked about sex a lot — though he tended to steer conversations in that direction as much as possible. We were friends in university, and though he always had a girlfriend he never seemed as invested in those relationships as I tended to be in mine. If he tried to stray when I was around, I discouraged it. And while that didn’t change, my first experience bating with a buddy made me rethink just how much of a conscientious objector I really was.

My knees were starting to buckle as the wave hit its crest. My first shot hit his chest and burst out. The second shot actually hit him in the chin and he laughed as he suddenly backed away instinctively. The third and fourth shots hit his chest again as he started to aim my dick around.

It was year three and I’d decided to move into the dorm. I needed my own space and I had saved up enough money over the summer to afford the extra cost. If I worked a back shift on the weekend I typically slept at the house out of convenience, but otherwise always returned to the dorm. J and I had started talking more openly about masturbation habits and though I was still a rather new convert to Vaseline, I had started using spit as lube and mentioned it to J. We hadn’t had an opportunity to hang out for any significant period of time since that first experience. I was working a lot and he was getting more involved with a girl he’d met shortly after. At least initially, new relationships seem to put friendships at a lower priority.

About three weeks into the new semester, J said he and his girl got into an argument so she cancelled their plans and he wanted “to get his drink on at the campus pub.” It was the weekend and I had the next day off so I suggested he crash at the dorm so we could really tie one on. I had a roommate in the dorm, so I didn’t know how feasible another buddy bate session would be but I was hopeful. He said, “I was hoping you’d offer.” He told me that he’d already had a bag packed before he called. Things were looking up. And limits were about to be pushed.

“I’m gonna grab some whiskey on the way. You want me to get anything for you?”

“Yeah, get me some vodka and some orange juice, brother,” I responded. A pre-drink is always smarter for a night of drunkenness. Drinks at a bar add up quickly. The way the dorm was set up didn’t offer much privacy. The beds were laid along one wall and then two floor to ceiling closets were lined against the other wall separated by two desks for studying. My roommate was in class so I decided it was a good time to redecorate.

I moved the bureaus against either way, turned outward. It divided the room and created two smaller living spaces. I gave him the end with the window as a mea culpa for making the change without asking. His bed and desk were on one side of the “almost” wall, and mine on the other. So we had visual privacy, if virtually no way to mute any noise. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better. I was a sweaty mess, but satisfied. It took about a half hour to get it done and only a few minutes later, J was buzzing to get in.

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“Dude, you look gross,” he offered within seconds of walking into the room.

“Thanks,” I laughed. “Yeah I decided to separate the room a bit so we each have some privacy.”

He nodded and winked. “Good idea, brother. Easier to break out the spank bank that way.”

I smiled and nodded, miming the act of furiously bating.

“I need a shower for sure, man.”

“We can both shower before we go out. But let’s cool of with a drink first,” J suggested as he grabbed a couple of glasses and broke out the booze. He poured generously, to say the least. Probably a triple for each of us. They were strong drinks for a thirsty man and I was thankful for what little orange juice fit into the glass because as drank mine way too fast.

He was only a few sips in when he offered: “Ready for a second, then.” He was already pouring before I said, “This one hasn’t even hit me yet. Give me a second.” I chuckled, shaking my head as he passed me another drink and offered his with a “Cheers!” I put the glass down on the floor as I sat down on my bed, hoping to slow the inevitable.

“Miss? I’m sorry, Miss? You dropped this.” J said as he picked up my drink and handed it to me. The boys were always busting balls if you tried to drink at all responsibly. I don’t miss that aspect of college, to be sure. I took a sip thinking at least I could see how the first drink settled in before committing to drink much more. I wanted to at least get to the pub before I started seeing double.

Maybe ten minutes later, J had finished his drink and took mine from me. I hadn’t had much more. My first drink had a strong buzz going and J looked to be feeling much the same when he grabbed towels from the bureau and his backpack. “Let’s go get cleaned up,” he said and opened the door. I stood up a little too quickly, sat back down, and started again. I led the way to the men’s, explaining we might have to take turns as there were only two showers. The men’s was laid out like a T with a shower nozzle at either side of the top, facing one another, separated by curtains. There was a small bench between them with a couple of hooks for towels. The shaft of the T was lined with urinals and toilet stalls on one side and sinks/mirrors on the other.

We were alone. J took a look around and I went straight to the showers to get out of my sweaty clothes. I quickly stepped into the stall on the left, closed the curtain, and turned on the water to bring it up to temperature. Seconds later I heard J rustling around. He closed the curtain to the toilet space. As I stepped under the warm shower I watched his silhouette as he undressed beyond my curtain. I kept my eye on the lower area, looking to see if he was suffering the same shrinkage I had been from the cold air, but then found my eyes drawn to the round ass being revealed. He flung over my curtain and spit cold water at me that he’d been holding in his mouth. He took an obvious look at my dick before turning to open his faucet. I closed the curtain and turned to warm up again. Suddenly I heard a yelp and he flung open my curtain, pushing me to the side as he stepped under my shower. “The water’s freezing!”

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“Yeah, that’s why I let it warm up,” I laughed, standing in the air. He grabbed my arm and pulled me next to him so we were both partially under the water.

“Just give me a second until mine warms up.”

“This would not be easy to explain if someone walks in, dude,” I said with hesitance. Admittedly, I wasn’t minding the naked time with my bro, but I wasn’t ready to tell the world I beat off with my best friend.

“All of the curtains are closed and water is running in both stalls. They wouldn’t know the difference,” he said with a smirk. Then he smacked me on the ass. I looked at him with mild shock and he laughed. A sleep over must not have been all he had planned. As I absorbed the last few seconds I realised that my buzz seemed to be intensifying. I told him so and he replied, “Yeah, it’s the hot water. Why do you think I wanted to drink before the shower? Turn around.”

I wasn’t sure where he was going with this but I wasn’t feeling the slightest resistance at this point. And then…he was washing my back and rubbing my shoulders. At first, I tensed up. This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind and seemed a bit too gay (still a concern in college) but it felt good and I felt a twinge in my dick. So I went with it. I relaxed as he took my right arm in both hands and washed it with a bar of soap, making sure to scrub up and down. He washed my hand, running his fingers between mine. And then he let go of that arm and as my hand fell it brushed against his hip. Then he twisted and I felt his semi-hard dick rub against my palm. I ticked under his sac and laughed. He sighed as he grabbed my shoulders to turn me to the other side, but pushed his pelvis forward and rubbed his dick against my ass before backing off to wash my other arm, paying close attention to getting every millimetre clean as a whistle.

He turned me to face him and I tensed again. I thought he was going to kiss me and it freaked me out. I didn’t think it was something I could handle. But, then he started washing my chest. He ran his fingers through my chest hair and played lightly with my nipples as he soaped me up. He pinched the left one a few times before moving down to my stomach, washing back and forth and soaking up his pinky to poke into my belly button. And then he pulled me in close, like a hug. He was a couple of inches taller so my semi-hard dick slid under his bald, in between his legs and his fully hard cock poked upward against my stomach.

As he hugged me to him he was running his hands all over my back, rinsing me. And then he quickly spun around and I felt his dick slip into my crack as he rinsed my stomach, lifting my arms to get the water into my pits. Then he grabbed both hands and put them up on the wall as he stepped away from me. I tensed up again and looked back at him as he dropped to his knees. He soaped up his hands and started washing my ass. Then he stood up, spun me around, pulled my into him, soaped up his hands again and spread my cheeks to wash in and around my hole. My semi went straight to rock hard as he slid his fingers over my hole, first to wash, and then to rinse.

My head was swimming. I had never imagined being washed by someone else could be so erotic. And, I think, the fact that I had no idea it was going to happen made it even more exciting. He pushed me, gently, back against the cold shower wall as he soaped up his hands again. He washed my legs next. Using both hands to wash my thighs, my dick was pleading for attention. Every time his hands approached my groin my dick pulsed. And then he would move down. He washed my calves, gently massaging the muscles as he did so, before rinsing my legs completely. “You can get your feet when we’ere done, right?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Sorry man, I was off in another world.”

“Oh yeah?” He started soaping up his hands again. “I’ll have to bring you back. Let’s see what I can do, brother.” He has the wickedest smile on his face. There seemed to be a glimmer in his eye now.

His left hand slid between my legs as he methodically rubbed along my taint before grabbing my shaft with his sudsy right hand and started stroking it from tip to base. He was washing it, of course, but he was doing so much more. The pressure on my taint was perfect as he stroked back and then forward at the same time as he stroked from the base over the rim of the head of my cock. And then he noticed the precum beginning to drip down. He soaped his hands again, but never took his eyes off the building stream of precursor carrying the soap down my shaft and over my balls.

He grabbed my balls with his left hand and started lightly squeezing as he pulled downward. He started playing with each ball in his left hand as his right hand resumed its work up and down my steadily leaking cock. He wasn’t squeezing my shaft as much as before. He seemed almost hypnotised by my precum and running his hand over it. He tapped my piss slit and watched the precum collect and stretch outward in his finger. He did this a couple of times before looking up at me and making eye contact. He smiled in a way I had never seen him smile and then went back to almost worshipping my cock. He lightly traced the vein on the side. He pulled it down by the head to watch it slap back against my abdomen. He ran both hands between my legs, putting both index fingers against my hole and then slowly sliding them forward. I couldn’t help but moan, with as much quiet restraint as I could muster, and then he stood up, grabbed both shoulders and turned me around. He pulled me back against him and humped his shaft up and down my crack as he ran his hand around to rinse my soapy cock. He bounced it up and down and tooled around with my balls to get them rinsed as well.

He grunted deeply as he grabbed my hips and pulled me back, hard against him and pressed his dick against my crack. He wrapped one arm around my chest and grabbed my engorged cock and started slowly stroking it from the base, sliding his palm over the head, and back down. He was covering his palm with my precum, using it to lube his strokes as he started to pick up the pace. I assume no one ever came into the outer washroom area because even though I stifled most of my moaning (though certainly not all) the heavy breathing was definitely audible. He kept stroking and stroking, his rock hard cock pressed firmly against me, as I started to hump the air feeling that familiar wave approaching.

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“Dude — oh fuck, man — I’m close,” I panted.

He spun me around quickly, dropped to his knees, and picked right up where he left off. I could feel my dick throbbing as I held on to the walls to steady myself.

“On my chest, bro! Do it. I wanna see your load fly again!”

My knees were starting to buckle as the wave hit its crest. My first shot hit his chest and burst out. The second shot actually hit him in the chin and he laughed as he suddenly backed away instinctively. The third and fourth shots hit his chest again as he started to aim my dick around. The last couple of shots landed just in front of his dick. I couldn’t tell if he actually wanted it on his dick or not. The last time he swiped a bit of my load and put it on his dick. He kept jerking my dick until the shots because dribbles. He had the biggest grin on as he looked up at me. He stood up, but kept holding my dick. Then he took his fist to the base and squeezed as he drained the last bit if my load onto the shower floor. He gave my dick a couple of shakes before finally letting go.

We were both breathing heavily, standing there in the shower. Neither of us were under the running spray. He put his flat palm on his chest and ran it down his torso, pushing the mix of cum and sweat down toward his dick. It ran off like a trail of goo around the base of his still hard dick.

Without checking for company, he flung the shower curtain open behind him and then opened his own and rinsed under the warm water of his shower stall. I backed up under my own water and began rinsing the residue down the drain, pushing any globs of cum toward the drain with my foot.

“Don’t forget to wash those feet,” J said.

I looked up with an impish smile. “Oh yeah. Gotta do those myself. Dick.”

“Right here, man,” he said, pointing to his dick.

If you like, I’ll tell you what happened next. It was a great night. And after that, there was one more before he got a job on the other side of the country.

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