I’m a freshman in college, living in an all male dorm.  I’d consider myself straight when it comes to finding a lifetime partner, but guys still turn me on a great deal, and I’ve had my share of experiences with other guys.  Before the events in this story, I had masturbated in the presence of other guys, but I had never touched them before.  How much I wanted to stroke another guy and try sucking him off!

The particular incident I’m going to be talking about occurred last October.  Up till then, I had been scoping out the guys in my hallway to see who might be fun to have a little jack-off session with.  I didn’t find my roommate very attractive, so I never considered doing anything with him.  The guys across the hallway and right next door looked great (many lifted weights) but also seemed a little too straight to want to do anything with me.  There were several guys down my hall a ways that not only looked good, but also seemed like they’d be open about trying masturbation with another guy.  Unfortunately, I didn’t know how to approach any of them.  I assumed I’d be doomed to masturbate alone for eternity.

It was a Saturday.  I got out of bed and threw on some boxers (I loved sleeping naked when my roommate went home for the weekend!).  I always took showers in the morning, so I gathered my towels and soap.  I walked through the bathroom door, then the shower room door, and while there’s usually no one else in there on Saturday mornings (everyone slept in on weekends), I noticed someone else’s towel hanging up in one of the showers. 

I hung my towel up on the shower across from that one, and placed my soap in the soap dish.  I went to take off my underwear before I stepped into the shower.  I looked down at my flaccid cock creating a respectable bulge in my boxers.  Before I removed them, though, I realized I really needed to pee as I hadn’t used the bathroom since waking up.

I walked out of the shower room and to the row of bathroom stalls.  I glanced at the row of stall doors, all ajar, none of them taken.  I went up to the third one, and pushed the door open.  Though he hadn’t locked the door, a guy was standing there, facing the toilet, completely naked with boxers at his ankles.  Startled, he twisted his body around to make out who I was, which allowed me to see his throbbing cock.  He must’ve been stroking it quite a while; the head of his penis was an intense red, coated in precum.  My cock instantly reacted, rock hard in less than two seconds, thrusting itself out of the fly of my boxers.  He stared down in shock at my hard-on, and me at his, for several seconds, before we both jumped backwards and pulled our boxers over our penises.  I let the stall door close, and realizing I wasn’t going to be peeing anytime soon, darted back to the showers. 

I threw my boxers off, stepped into my shower, pulled the curtain closed, and turned on the water.  I had realized the guy I had walked in on was Nathan, one of the men I’d seen farther down the hallway before.  He was one of the ones I thought would be fun to jack off with.  I knew I’d just blown a perfect opportunity to do something with him.  Seeing his huge cock was such a turn-on, though, I just decided to indulge in what I’d seen and blow a load or two alone in the shower. 

It felt awesome pumping my fist up and down my cock, tickling my balls at the same time.  I could’ve blown my load then and there, but I was going to try and prolong my session.  I didn’t get to stroke my cock more than five times, though, when the shower room door opened.  I peeked around my curtain, and walking toward the shower across from mine, was Nathan!  Muscular body walking down the aisle, his still-hard cock swung heavily in his boxers.  He pulled off his underwear right before stepping into his shower, giving me an ample view of his tight ass. 

After he turned on his shower, countless thoughts were running through my head.  Should I walk into the shower with him? Or, step into the aisle, jacking off, and see if he joins in?  No, I thought I’d try striking up a conversation.  “Hey, you’re Nate, right?"

“Yeah.  Hey.”

“Sorry about what happened.  You didn’t lock the door, so I didn’t realize you were in the stall."

“Oh, haha.  That’s fine.  Everyone whacks off, you know?”

“Yeah… I hope I didn’t spoil the fun.  Did you finish the job?”

I waited about ten seconds for a reply, but I didn’t hear one.  Just then, my shower curtain was flung open.  Nathan, standing there, said, “I was hoping you’d ask that.  I saw your cock swell up when you caught me jacking off.  I’ve always wanted to try jerkin’ with another guy, and man do I need to blow a load right now.  Do you mind?”  To which I instantly replied, “No, not at all!  Come in!”

Nathan stepped into the shower with me, and we closed the curtain.  We looked up and down each other’s bodies for a minute or two, shower water exploring our tiniest crevices.  He had blonde hair and blue eyes, completely opposite from my dark brown hair and eyes.  His muscular chest was smooth, mine lightly hairy.  Both of our bodies had a fair amount of hair on them elsewhere: hairy arms, legs, ass… oh, I loved his ass!

Of course, while looking at him, I quickly settled my eyes on his crotch.  I could tell he had freshly shaven balls with trimmed pubes, just like mine.  My cock was seven inches long, and while his was maybe only about six, it was twice as thick as mine!  His shaft was dark with many veins wound around, looking as if they were ready to explode.

He pushed the showerhead toward the wall and got down on his knees.  “I’m not going to give you a BJ or anything, just want a closer look,” he winked at me.  Bummer, my cock in his mouth would’ve been awesome… ‘Maybe next time,’ I thought.  His face right next to my groin, he grabbed my shaft with his right hand and placed his other hand on my butt. 

He knew how to stroke me perfectly: not too fast, or hard -- just right.  Every once in a while he’d take the built-up precum off the tip of my penis and rub it all over the head of my cock.  Man, that felt great.  I was continually throwing my head back, shivering in pleasure.  He eventually moved his left hand to my balls, which he would lightly tug and pet.

I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last long like that.  I wanted it to go on forever, but I felt tension building up inside of me.  As I reached the point of no return, I grabbed the hair on his head, bent over, and gasped, “Oh, shit.  I’m gonna---“ He stroked me just three or four more times, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I shot a load onto his chin, then shoulder.  He kept pumping, making sure every last bit of cum was squeezed out of me.  “Oh, man.  That was awesome!”  I told him.  I stood there a moment catching my breath then decided, “Now it’s my turn to do you!”

We switched positions, him now standing, me on my knees.  I decided not to suck his cock since he hadn’t done mine.  Didn’t want to push my luck too far with him, and I was having enough fun simply jacking each other anyway. 

His cock had gone a little limp while he was stroking mine, but after fondling it for a few seconds, it perked right back up.  I jacked him in the same manner he did me: stroke the shaft, rub the head with precum.  I would stroke the base of his cock, then the top, then the whole thing.  I explored his firm chest and abs with my other hand, feeling his muscles contracting under my fingertips in torturous pleasure.  

He seemed like he was in ecstasy, trying hard not to buckle over in bliss, grabbing tightly at the hair on my head.  If he was feeling that good right then, I knew he’d die of pleasure with a little anal stimulation.

I couldn’t wait to explore this guy’s awesome looking ass.  I took my left index finger, snuck it around to his backside, and placed it on his asshole.  I wiggled it in a little ways, and Nathan shot his hips forward, shouting, “Oh, shit.  Shit, shit…”  I assumed he didn’t like it, so I took my finger out.  But he said, “No, no, put it back in!  I just almost came.  Put it back.”  So I wiggled my finger back in, all the way this time.  I massaged his prostate, him gasping for air, and me still ramming my fist up and down his cock.  He started thrusting his hips back and forth, so I barely had to do any work with my fist anymore. 

At that point, he pushed my hand off his cock and took it into his own.  He leaned forward, supporting himself on the wall above me with his left hand. He continued to stroke his shaft with his right.  I kept on massaging the inside of his ass with my left hand.

His cock was right above my head, his balls bouncing back and forth on my forehead and through my hair.  I ran my fingers along his crotch and around his balls with my new free hand.  Not half a minute of this and he started yelling, “Fuck!  Oh, shiiiit!”  He was beating himself faster than ever, shooting his load all over the place, much of it landing in my hair.  He took his left hand from the wall, placed it on my head to balance himself, and fell to his knees.  He kept stroking, a little more cum oozing out every few pumps.

I let him finish up his job, then we both stood up.  He said, “Hey, man, we’ve got to do this again.  Thanks!”  We stepped toward each other and hugged, patting each other on the back, flaccid penises mingling with each other.  “Yeah, definitely!  Sometime soon!” I replied.

Nathan helped me rinse the cum out of my hair, then returned to his shower to wash himself.  If all this had happened within my first month of college, I couldn’t imagine what we’d be doing in the next few months, or even years!

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