College Experiments–Part Two–The Foursome

Part 2–

I made it to class about five minutes late and slid into a seat in the back. A couple of people glanced at me and I felt like they knew that I’d been jerking off with a guy just half an hour before. One hot guy I’d talked to a few times kind of smiled at me before he looked back at the professor. I knew they didn’t know but I couldn’t get it out of my head. And that’s all I thought about for the rest of class….sex. Girls. Guys. Tits. Shapely curves. Muscular asses. Hard cocks. Damn. I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around the night and what it meant. Or did it mean anything?

I made my way back to the dorm. My roommate, Zack, wasn’t back from class yet so I stripped, wrapped myself in a towel, and hit the showers. There was no one else in the community shower that time of the morning and I stood there under the hot water, lost in thought. A guy from down the hall came in the bathroom to piss; he selected one of the few urinals that could be seen from the shower and I noticed him glance at me as he turned around and zipped up. I thought his eyes lingered for a minute on my body before we made eye contact; he nodded and disappeared from view. The heat in the shower and the sexy thoughts I was having had me semi-erect. Was he looking at my cock? I turned off the shower and stepped out to get my towel but he was already gone. Shit. I couldn’t start imagining sexual encounters everywhere I went. But I was so damn horny.

I put my towel back around my waist and walked down the hall, enjoying the cooler air on my back and chest. Mark, a short guy with a gymnast’s physique was walking toward me wearing only shorts. “Hey, man,” he said as we passed each other. Was he checking me out? “What’s up?” I replied. Damn, he was cute. Shit. I could feel my erection growing under my towel and stepped up my pace to get back to my room.

By the time I reached my door my towel had come undone and I was holding it in front of me, hiding my erection. I quickly stepped into my room and tossed my towel aside as I closed the door.

“Hey, bro, where the hell were you last night?” asked Zack. “And put that wood away, dude. Shit’s scaring me,” he joked.

Holy fuck. I hadn’t even thought about Zack being back and I was standing in the room right in broad daylight, butt naked and totally erect. I laughed at his comment and tried to be nonchalant. Nudity was nothing new in the dorm; we’d only met each other about six weeks ago when we moved in the dorm but you get to know a roommate quickly in close quarters. Zack was more shy than me about being naked, but he wasn’t a prude. We’d even seen each other with bulges in our underwear from morning wood before, so this shouldn’t have been a big deal. But after last night, it was an intense turnon to be standing in front of him with a hardon. I knew I had a nice body and I intentionally lingered there for a moment before turning to get a pair of boxer briefs out of my cabinet. My horniness was getting out of control.

“Well….” I said, pausing for dramatic effect, “I got a little action last night and stayed over.” I had my back to Zack now and I imagined him assessing my defined glutes, though I knew he wasn’t. Probably.

“No shit!” he exclaimed. “For real? I’m so jealous. Was she hot?”

I turned back around, my package still bulging but now at least covered by fabric. “I wouldn’t have fucked her if she wasn’t hot, asshole.” I grinned.

Zack and I had become good friends in a short time and had the easy banter of guys that had been friends for years. Zack was cute. Brown wavy hair that had gotten a little shaggy since the start of school, an easy smile, and a slim but defined body. He was a little shorter than me. He wasn’t very experienced with girls–he’d had a steady girlfriend all through high school who kept him frustrated. She’d given him an occasional blow job and let him cum on her tits a couple of times but wouldn’t go all the way. He was technically still a virgin but liked to talk about sex–constantly– and enjoyed my stories.

He laughed. “You’d probably fuck anything with a hole,” he said sarcastically. My dick twitched inside the athletic shorts I’d just put on when he said that.

“Let’s go eat,” I said. “I’m starving.”

“Me, too,” he said. “And I want to hear all about this chick.” And off we went to the cafeteria. I told him a lot about April…but left out the part about Shane being there. I was still processing whether that was “normal” or not. Zack was enthralled. “Damn, I need to get laid,” he said. I knew he hadn’t sampled the local college population yet. I made a mental note to help him meet some girls and bust his cherry.

That night we talked about sex for probably an hour after we turned off the lights and were in our beds. I told him more about past encounters—I’d already told him some—and he told me more about his former girl and the things she’d let him do without penetrating her and about things he wanted to try.