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Author's Note - This starts where "Freshman Year in the Dorm" (posted 2 to 3 days ago) left off. You might want to read it first if you haven't already.

So, the first few days after our first encounter were a bit awkward. But by Wednesday or Thursday of the following week, we were pretty much back to our normal banter and routines but no mention was made of what had happened the previous weekend. The next weekend arrived and Mark and I ate a couple meals together but that was about it....didn't really hang out too much. By Thurday of the following week I'm beginng to think it was a one-time thing and I was sort of okay with that. Oh, I jerked off as much as I could, reliving every minute of the experience. Got hard just thinking about it. But I kept telling myself, "Damn, I'm straight. I've jerked off to Playboy and Penthouse and raunchy straight novels all my life." I'd never even seen a fully hard cock other than my own, even in pictures, before that night with Mark.

Friday night came and Mark asked if I wanted to join him and a couple friends for a night of bar hopping on High Street. Hell, yes, I wanted to. By now, I was sure our fun two weeks before was over and done with. The four of usl had a fun night, hitting on girls but getting no where. Last bar we stopped at were a couple of real hot girls by themselves. They were real teases but left us all high and dry. As they walked out the door, Mark said, "Damn, I'm gonna have to jerk one out tonight" and just as he said it, he gave my foot a gentle kick under the table. I jumped a bit, startled not by what he said but by the kick. "What the fuck does that mean?" I said to myself. The other guys laughed but he didn't smile at me or anything and I gave him no response. But honestly, yeah, my dick started tingling.

We finished our last beer and headed out a few minutes after the girls left. A few minutes later the other two guys veered off and headed to their dorm. Mark and and I don't say anything for a few minutes and then in a quiet voice he says, "So, did you like it?" I'm thinking he is asking if I enjoyed partying with his two other friends so I say, "Sure, I like those guys...had a good time." He replied, "Tom. that's not what I'm talking about." Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe I'm just slow sometimes, but I said, "What, then?". He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me. Then it hit me! But I didn't know what to say. He said, "Well?"

My dick stirred again. Finally, I said, "Yeah, it was kinda fun...never done anything like that before..not sure if I would again or not." But my dick is definitely hard now, which I don't mention to Mark. And he replied, "Okay, no problem, I'm cool with that." Damn, what do I do now? Do I want something to happen again or not? Yeah, I do. No, I dont. Fuck, I'm so confused. And still hard.

We walk a bit more before I finally got up the courage to say, "You've messed around like that before, haven't you?" He said, "Yeah, I had a friend in high school and we had a little fun. But honestly, I never came as hard as I did that night with you." My heart jumps a bit, and so does my dick. "What do you mean," I ask. "Cause you were so reluctant. It was like I had to seduce you." I kinda laughed. "But I was pretty sure I had you when you leaned over the bunk and looked and when you got down, I knew I had you, just had to reel you in slowly." I felt my face flush. "I mean, there was so much fucking tension after you got down down to take a closer look at my hard cock. I saw your leg shaking and man was your cock bulging in your underwear. And when you finally sat on my bed, it was like their was electricity in those sheets." I sighed, that was all true. I walked a bit further, figthing the urge to tell him we would do it again. "I'm not gay, Mark. Not sure this is for me." Again he told me he was cool with that.

It was dead silence and then he said something that I did not fully appreciate until a couple years later. "Tom, you are so lucky you've never been laid." I'm like, "What the fuck are you talking about? Not getting laid by age almost 19 is lucky? You're crazy." "Listen to me," he said, "once you get pussy regularly, then don't get any, it's terrible. You get addicted to it. You need it bad, It's all you can think about. These past 2 months have been the hardest of my life. Susie and I have been fucking for almost a year. And bang, it's gone. I won't be going back home for another two months. It's driving me crazy I miss it so much. Look, I'm not gay either but I'm not going to cheat on Susie with some chick I pick up in a bar. But jerking with someone is way better than trying to sneak in a jerk by yourself when no one is around. It's about connection, the warmth and glow of sharing something you love with someone else. And it just fucking feels so good. It doesn't mean you're gay. You got to admit, it was good that night. But hey, I understand where you're coming from and I respect that. And, no, I'm not going to bring some strange dude I meet back to our room. You're the best friend I've made here and I don't want to fuck that up."

Whoa. This was some serious shit now. Hard-on gone. Neither of us said another damn word as we headed into the dorm and up to our room. It was the weekend. Kevin was back at home with his girlfriend as usual.

Except for meals, Mark and I did not leave the room until it was time for Kevin to return Sunday evening......

I wasn't too excited to be going off to college. Going from a small town to a big university in the city in the Midwest. I'd been jerking off since before I could even cum but hardly anyone at my school ever talked about it. Sure, guys talked about girls they wanted to fuck or girls they claimed they had fucked. I had never gotten past having my hands down the blouse of a couple girls. And I had broken up with my most recent girlfriend so I was going off to college still a virgin. This was before the internet so porn was not readily available. All I had was Playboy, Penthouse (with those glorious "Penthouse Forum" stories) and my older brother had shown me some forbidden books that actually showed gaping pussies, not just hair and a slit. Oh, and those Beeline graphic novels he hid under his bed. I was pretty sure other guys jerked off - I had actually heard guys at camp in their sleeping bags but we never talked about it. I was convinced that no one jerked as much as me...every day, and sometimes two or three or even four. How in the hell was I going to do that in a dorm room?

Move in day came.....big tall dorm on the north side of campus. Great view looking south over campus and for the first time met my two roommates. Kevin was nice, a bit shorter than me but built really well, high school football player. Dark hair and dark complexion, an outgoing guy. Steve was kind of quiet, like me, and we got along fine. And I lucked out. They both lived about an hour from campus and went home every weekend to see their girlfirends. I had the whole weekend to jerk off as much as I wanted. And, since we had our own bathroom I could sneak an occasional jerk in the shower or sitting on the can.

After a few days we got comfortable and walked around in our underwear on the way to the bathroom or sometimes just sitting around before heading out for class. Then Kevin got even more comfortable and started heading to the bathroom naked. And he could be proud. I'd seen a lot of dicks in the locker room at school, but man did he have a nice cock. Over six inches completely soft and hanging down with a slight curve to the left. He was pretty hairy, a thick black bush and fair amount of body hair. And balls the size of walnuts. I wouldn't say I got turned on looking at him but I didn't always look away either.

Second semester brought a change. Steve did not return (never found out why) and we got a new roommate. Mark, from a big city on the east coast. Damn, he wouldnt be gone every weekend. I'd have to figure this out. Fortunately we hit it off and became friends pretty quickly. He had a longtime girlfriend, Susie, back home that he had had sex with so he bragged about that some. Then one day I decided to skip chemistry lecture and got back to the dorm an hour early. He was sitting at his desk in shorts and a tee shirt, books out, studying. But man was he grouchy. After an hour or so he came around and everything was fine. The following weekend,we were out having a few beers and he said, "Hey, Tom, want to know why I was so pissed off when you came back early the other day?" I didn't think anything about it so said, "Sure."

"I"d been talking to Susie and she got me all hot and bothered. I was just about to stroke one out when I heard the keys in the door." I was surprised when he said that, so just kinda of laughed and muttered, "Sorry about that" and went back to my beer. That was all that was said but when I returned earlier than expected the next wekk, I rattled the door loudly before entering. He laughed and said, "Ha ha, I know what that was about."

Following weekend we are out drinking again and when we get back to the dorm, he announces he is going to sleep commando that night. I said, "Fine by me, I just want to get some sleep." I climb into the bunk over him plannng to go right to sleep. But my mind wanders, thinking about him being naked below me. I rub my dick a little over my tighty-whities. Felt pretty good but I knew I couldnt jerk off. I hear him kind of tossing and turning below me, so I warn him, "Hey man, still awake up here, having a hard time getting to sleep."

He immmediatety responds, "Same here, man. I'm hard as fuck." Damn. I lay there in stunned silence. Wasn't about to tell him I was hard too. Only thing I could think to say was, "I bet it's not as big as Kevin's." He responded "Well, only if his doesn't get any bigger when its hard." I kinda laughed and then he said "You want to see it?' My heart jumped into my throat and there was a definite stiffening to my cock. I sure as hell wasn't going to say yes but at the same time I was all for keeping the conversation going. When I didn't respond quickly, he reached out and flicked on the lamp and said, "Come on man, its all good."

I finally said yeah and leaned over the bed to take a peak. And sure as fuck, he is laying in his bed, uncovered, his dick hard as a rock. And it was pretty nice. Not huge..six inches or a bit over, a nice, tight, dark brown bush. Cut, with a gleaming head. He wasn't buff, but was slim and very smooth other than his bush.....very much like me. Except I'm blond so my pubes are a lighter brown. I won't lie. My dick got a little harder. Then he said, "Come on down here,man. Take a closer look." I again hesitated. This is crazy I'm thinking. But at the same time, Im so fucking hard and so fucking horny and want to see what happens. I say no, I kind of argue, I push back, but he knows I'm weakening. Finally I agree and hop down. Still in my tighty whities, bulging like hell. He says, "Oh, man, I see youre' a bit excited' too." There was no denying it. He soon talked me into taking them off, my throbbing cock springing free. Hardly six inches, but the same girth as his. Both of us cut with nice bushes (Long before the days of "manscaping") and swollen balls.

I stood there, trying not to play with my cock, but Mark was toying with his, fondling his balls, wiggling his hard-on around. I'm just standing there, dumfounded. Finally he says, "Tom, I gottta jerk this off." I said, "Yeah, me too" and started to climb back into the upper bunk. Mark quickly patted his bed and said, "Stay down here with me." Once again, heart in my throat. Hesitation. Obviusly, at this piont, I want to. Badly. But, but....

Mark slides onto the bed,scoots closely to the wall, and once again pats the bed. Damn. What should I do. My cock is throbbing, my balls ache, Im leaking pre cum, my heart is pounding, I slowly sit on the bed. Then lay down a bit, bring one leg up, then the other. Dorm beds arent very big and I sure dont want to touch him. (Well, I do....but, I don't. I'm so damn confused). I make sure there is an inch of space between us. Mark is against the wall, left handed, and startes touching his cock again. I'm right hand, bring my hand up and give my dick a couple tugs. I have to stop instantly or I will come. My leg is shaking almost uncontrollably. Breathing fast and heavy. Then our shoulders accidently touch. I jerk away from Mark. Then he intentionally rubs his leg against mine. This time I don't move. But I still can't touch my dick for fear of blowing my load.

Slowly Mark brings his right hand over, and lightly grabs my dick. I'm literally about to pass out. He slowly gives it a few srokes, all the while his left hand stroking his own oozing cock. I tell him he has to stop or I will cum. He quickly stops. I breathe a sigh of relief. I start to grab my dick so I can get some control of it. But Mark says. 'No over here" as he guides my hand to his dick, slimy with precum. And brings his hand back to my dick. I had never in my life felt something so incredibly wonderful. I very slowly start to stroke his dick, my hand trembling.

It only took a few seconds for us both to spurt. And did we ever. Balls tight, pulsing. Spasms all over our cocks, our entire bodies. Spurt after spurt after spurt of hot creamy cum. It was everyhwere. We were both covered, cum dripping down into our pubes, onto our balls, all over our stomach, chest and necks. I had two or three drops on my face. And it didn't bother me if it was mine or his.

For about 15 or 20 seconds that is. Until post-nut clarity set in. I jumped out of the bed, grabbed a towel to clean off and tossed him his t-shirt to clean himself up. We just looked at each other for about five seconds. I put my undies back on and hopped into my bed. Then lay there wondering what the fuck had happened, not saying a word.

Mark was gone when I got up the next morning. I kept replaying in my mind what happened. Going between getting hard and then feeling disgust. Mark didn't come back til later that day and thankfully had two friends with him. We kind of grunted "hi" to each other and pretty much avoided each other the next couple days.

Nothing was said again about it......until two weeks later when we had a few beers together.....