College Experiments—part 4

-part 4—

Adam walked over to his bed and while his back was turned I looked at Shane, hooked a thumb towards Adam, and made a questioning face. Shane shook his head but grinned again. Adam was hot. Tanned and Mediterranean-looking. I’d met him just once in the few weeks Shane and I had been hanging out and now I was wondering what he and Shane did here in this room. I’d have to ask him later. Shane was still standing there naked, totally comfortable. I loved the masculine shape of his body. His calves were perfect, his thighs well-muscled, that big cock hanging against heavy balls, thin waist, rock-hard abs, nice pecs, killer smile. I realized Shane was watching me scope out his body and he flashed that smile. His dick was starting to swell again so he finally grabbed his underwear and slid them on just as Adam turned back around.

I shook myself out of my distraction. “Well, I’ll run while the storm has slacked,” I said, “thanks for letting me get out of the damn flood,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Anytime,” said Shane. “Take it easy,” said Adam, as he began peeling off his wet clothes. Damn, I wanted to watch that, but figured that might seem too obvious so I left. I headed back to my dorm, feeling both incredibly satisfied and yet quite horny. I wondered again if Shane and Jack had ever had sex. How could any guy not think about sex with Shane around, I wondered? Damn. About that time, my phone buzzed. The text was from Shane and it just said, “I know what you’re wondering. We haven’t. I don’t think he’s into that.” Shit, he could read my mind. “Too bad,” I replied.

I was still thinking about Shane and his hot mouth on my cock when I got to my dorm. It’d started raining harder again. I opened the door to my room and immediately was met with the sight of Zack’s ass pumping away between a pair of legs on his bed in the far corner. The girl was moaning. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I said. Zack was startled but smiled as he looked over his shoulder and saw me. She was fairly cute, what I could see of her. I thought I recognized her from my English class. She giggled. “No problem,” said Zack. I stepped back out and closed the door as he started thrusting again. I was proud of my roomie. Finally getting some pussy. Damn, I was getting really horny again. I briefly considered stepping back in the room to ask if I could help Zack bang his chick. What the fuck was I thinking? No, that wouldn’t be cool. What was wrong with me? I was becoming a total horndog. I listened at the door for a moment and heard Zack and the girl moaning and heard the bed rattling. Damn. I was so horny I couldn’t stand it.

It was fairly quiet on my floor, but it was a week night and I figured some were trapped at the library by the rain. With not many people around, I considered heading to the shower to jerk off. I had to do something. But that wouldn’t work…I didn’t have a towel and hated to go back in the room and interrupt Zack. I was still standing outside my room, deep in thought, staring at my phone, considering calling April and asking if I could come back over there and bang her when I heard my name. I looked up from my phone to see who had spoken. Patrick , who lived two doors down from me, was standing at his door in a towel, obviously just back from the shower. He was grinning at me. As he unlocked his door he asked, “Forget your key, dude? You’ve been standing there like you’re lost.” Patrick was hot. He had brown curly hair cut fairly short, a nice face, dark eyes, and a killer body. He was medium height like me but built a little bigger than me. Muscular but lean. A baseball player build. We’d talked in passing the way you do with dorm mates, but I didn’t know him all that well. I did know he usually had a parade of women in and out of his room, as did his roommate, Ford. I smiled, “No, got my key but Zack is busy with some chick at the moment.” I stressed the word busy. Patrick laughed. “Good for him. Come hang for a minute,” he said and went in his room.

I walked down to his door and stepped into his room. “You studying tonight?” I asked. “Nah,” he said. “Just chillin’. Ford’s on a trip with the business club so I was thinking about watching some porn.” He laughed again. “Hot, man. No chicks tonight?” I asked. “Nah, nothing lined up at the moment,” he grinned again, flashing a sexy white smile. “So, Zack’s getting laid,” he said. “Attaboy. Storms always make me horny, too.” He was bending over looking in a cabinet and his ass was gripped tightly by the thin striped towel he was still wearing.