College Experiments—-part 3

We were laughing and soaking wet by the time we made it inside and hit the stairs up to Shane’s room. His room was by the stairwell landing on the fourth floor and we both went inside and closed the door. “Damn, I’m horny,” Shane declared as he peeled off his wet shirt to reveal those lean, defined pecs and abs I’d gotten used to ogling over the last couple of weeks.

I stared at him. “Seriously? Well, shit, dude. We could have stayed with the girls,” I said, a little frustrated. “I was really thinking we were about to switch up and go again. Didn’t you want to get a taste of Leslie?” I asked. “She was fine and that hot little pussy was so tight. And I wanted to fuck April again.” I stretched and shivered in my wet clothes.

“Yeah, I know, I know. It was definitely hot. But I was distracted. Had some other ideas, to be honest.” Shane was a bit cryptic. “You gonna stand there dripping on my fucking floor?” he asked. “Dude, I don’t have any dry clothes,” I replied. “No big deal. We’re about the same size,” said Shane, handing me a pair of athletic shorts and a T-shirt. I could have just gone back to my dorm, a five minute walk in the rain, but here I was borrowing my friends clothes. Interesting.

“What’s distracting you, man?” I said, slipping out of my clothes. “You OK? Not really like you to turn down pussy,” I kidded him.

“True, true,” he agreed. He was now naked, his long thick penis hanging between his legs, dangling invitingly. I consciously tried not to stare. “I’m hitting the shower,” he said and threw me a towel.

“Ok,” I said, taking off my underwear. I swear Shane’s eyes seemed to wander over my body. “I guess I will, too.” All sorts of warning bells were going off in my brain, but not necessarily in a bad way. Here I was borrowing clothes and following another guy to the shower when my room was so close by. Was this just typical guy stuff? Wasn’t this a little weird? Was I starting to hope for something unreasonable? What was Shane thinking? Don’t embarrass yourself, I told myself. Just be cool.

We hung up our towels and walked into the shower. A hot slim guy I’d seen running before was finishing up and walked out, balls hanging heavily between his legs. Shane and I showered across from each other, not really talking. I’ll confess that when Shane was washing his hair and had his eyes closed I was staring at his muscular ass. Ever since I’d watched that tight ass pumping between April’s legs that first night I’d been a fan. He had a small waist and one of those bubble-butts that you can’t help but notice. It was beautiful. I had to look away to try to avoid getting a boner.

As we were drying off I could have sworn he was checking me out again. His dick got a little longer and thicker like he was beginning to work on a woody. “You’ve got a nice build,” he said. “Thanks, I replied.” I started to compliment him back but thought better of it. He wrapped himself loosely with his towel and headed towards his room. I followed, admiring his broad shoulders and the V-shape of his back as I walked behind him down the hall. A random guy I’d only seen in passing glanced at us as we walked by.

We stepped inside Shane’s room and he closed the door. And then he locked it. He walked over and sprawled on his bed, still just in his towel. He was as close to an Adonis lying there as I’d ever seen. His towel had opened a bit and I could see the head of his dick beginning to peek out. The rest of his package was a significant bulge under his towel. He made no effort to hide it, as though he didn’t notice. I was getting antsy.

I took off my towel and dried a few remaining wet spots on my back. Shane was lying there staring at me. I stopped drying and stood there with the towel around my neck. “What’s wrong, bro?” I asked, getting concerned. Shane wasn’t acting right.

Shane was quiet for a minute.