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Authors: Sean Wolfe

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“FUUUUUUCK,” the guy groaned.
My friend pulled my face up to his and kissed me tenderly on the lips just as I was showered with hot cum. I felt it coming from the guy above us, and also from my friend's cock at my side. It seemed to go on forever, flying across my arms, stomach, legs, and face.
When it finally stopped, everyone stood perfectly still and quiet. I eventually regained my ability to breath, and squirmed just a little bit beneath my friend's firm hold.
“Thanks, guys,” he said in that voice that drove me fucking crazy. “I think we're good from here on out. I'll see you tomorrow.”
Then they were gone. As quietly and undetected as they'd arrived. When we were alone, I caressed my friend's stomach and hairy chest with my fingers. I traced his strong, masculine face and leaned down to kiss him.
“So ... I'm Mike,” I said.
He laughed and hugged me tightly to him, then rolled me onto my side, and pressed his hard cock against my ass.
1 + 1 = 9
“
F
uck You!” I screamed at the alarm as it screeched at 7:15 in the morning. I pulled my hands from beneath the blankets and slapped at the clock. When I couldn't locate the sleep button, I ripped the cord from the wall and flung the clock across the room. My roommate yelled something unintelligible at me, and then rolled over and pulled the blankets back over his head.
I am not a morning person. Never have been.
But today was a particularly bad morning, because in less than two hours I would be facing the defining moment of the rest of my life. Whether or not I remained in school, eventually graduated, and ultimately landed my dream job and became a very wealthy man.
My Statistics final exam. Math is not my best or favorite subject. Never has been. And Statistics is the mother of all math classes. In high school I had barely passed my Algebra and Calculus required courses. And now that I was in college I found I had to take another, and harder course. It was almost, but not quite, enough to make me switch majors. But I wanted more than anything to be a psychologist, so I agreed to the mandatory class, and moaned and groaned my way through it. I'd pissed away my freshman year with fluff classes and ones I knew I could sail through. But now, at the end of my sophomore year at Stanford, I was faced with the inevitable. I couldn't go any further without passing this one test.
“Fuck you,” I said again at no one or nothing in particular. I swung my legs from under the covers and stumbled naked to the showers.
Our dorm was one of the oldest on campus, and didn't have private showers in each room, as some of the newer ones did. Instead, each floor, which consisted of fourteen rooms, shared a communal shower and restroom. Truth be known, it was the one deciding factor in my choosing that particular dorm over some of the more modern ones. That, and the fact that it cost about half the price.
I flung my towel over one of the pegs outside the shower entrance, and stepped inside. I was the first one in the shower this morning, as I almost always was. Setting my clock fifteen minutes earlier than everyone else gave me a few strategic moments to wake up, lather up, and get it up, just in time for the onslaught of my fellow dorm mates. I stood under the flow of steaming water, allowing it to warm my skin for a few minutes. Then I squirted some shower gel across my torso and began rubbing it in.
I lift weights for two hours every day, and also play on the basketball and track teams at school, so my body is in great shape. The wandering eyes of the other guys in the showers doesn't escape me, and I really get off on feeling and rubbing my own hands across my hard, muscled body. I spent a little time tweaking my nipples, and caressed my chest and stomach, closing my eyes and reveling in the hot water and soft touch of my own hands. Then I worked my way down past my tummy to my cock.
It was already rock hard. It doesn't take long to get me there. Never has. Fully hard it's just a bit over eight inches, and very thick. I'm a real blond, and the short clipped hair around the base of my cock seems almost white against the dark tanned skin around it. I was circumcised as a baby, which was probably a mistake. My cock gets so hard that it strains to stay in its skin and turns bright red with any exertion whatsoever. Sometimes I'm so hard it hurts.
I wrapped my fist around my cock and slid my soapy hand up and down its length. Instantly, a shock of pleasure rippled through my thighs and down my legs. A couple more strokes, and my cock turned red and stretched to the point of a little pain. I liked that, so I stroked it another three or four times.
Just then I heard a shuffling noise behind me, and turned to look. Jason and Tyler, roommates who occupied a room just a couple doors down from my own, stepped into the shower. Each of them walked over and stood under a spout at the extreme opposite ends on either side of me. The shower stall held eight heads, so the boys were several feet from me. I feigned surprise, and turned to hide my hard and soapy cock from them.
But I continued to stroke it, and even added more soap when the water had rinsed away most of it. I noticed out of the corner of my eyes that Jason and Tyler were both standing with their backs to me as well, but were straining to look at my cock. I teased them for a few minutes, then turned around so that my hard cock was pointing into the center of the shower.
“Fuck, guys,” I moaned. “I'm sorry. I was trying to finish this before anyone else got here. I can't do a thing this morning before I take care of this. I hope you don't mind. It won't take long.” I slid my hand up and down my thick shaft again, and looked at the two roommies.
“Nah,” Jason said, turning around to reveal his own hard dick. It was nowhere near as big as mine, but not bad in its own right. Maybe seven inches, and fairly thick. “It's cool.”
“Yeah,” Tyler echoed, and shyly turned around to show his smaller but equally hard cock.
“It's kind of embarrassing,” I said, as I grinned at them both. “I wake up every morning with a raging hard-on like this, and it refuses to go away until I shoot my load.”
“I know what you mean, bro,” Jason said, and stepped closer to me. He reached down and wrapped his fist around my cock, and fisted me like a pro. “I got the same problem. But Tyler here usually takes care of it for me before we hit the showers. He didn't feel up to it this morning, though.”
Tyler blushed and covered his cock with his hands.
“Awww,” I said, and looked at Tyler. “Is that true, Ty?” I asked, and winked at him.
“I had a headache.”
“We can take care of that for you,” I said, and turned to face Jason. “Can't we, buddy?”
“Mmm hmm,” Jason said, and wrapped his fist tighter around my cock as he slid it up and down my shaft.
“Come here,” I ordered Tyler.
He took a couple of steps but stopped about a foot away from me.
“Get on your knees.”
Tyler knelt in front of me and moaned loudly. I could see in his eyes that he wanted my cock more than anything. But I had another idea. I wanted to tease him a little. When he leaned forward to suck my cock, I pulled back.
“No fucking way, dude,” I said as I pulled my cock from his mouth. “I'm not a fag.” It was a lie. I was the biggest fag in the school, and it was no secret at all. But I could tell Tyler was a little shy and confused, so I wanted to mess with him a little.
“What?” he asked, and shook the water from his face.
“I said I ain't no fucking fag.” I watched the look on his face grow more puzzled, and struggled not to giggle.
“But ...”
“But your buddy here is. Aren't you, Jason?” I looked over at the stud to my left and grinned.
“Hell, yeah,” Jason said, and moved forward to slide his cock into Tyler's gaping mouth.
Tyler was more than happy to have Jason's cock in his mouth, and he sucked on it hungrily. Jason slid his cock in and out of his roommate's mouth and moaned louder and louder. Tyler stroked his own cock as he sucked Jason's big dick, and his body began to shake a little after a couple of minutes.
I could tell both boys were getting close, and I wasn't far off myself. I slammed my fist up and down my shaft several times, and then felt a ball of fire shoot up through my nuts and up my cock.
“Fuck, dude, take my load!” I yelled as I pulled Tyler from Jason's cock and pointed my own at his face.
Jason lost it first. The second Tyler's lips left his cock, he sprayed several shots of jizz across his friend's face. A couple of shots flew past Tyler's face and landed on my tummy, and that was all it took for me. I blew my load up and over Tyler's face and onto the floor behind him. The last few drops of cum drizzled out of my cock, and Tyler couldn't resist. He reached out with his tongue and licked them off of the head.
“I told you I ain't a fag,” I said roughly, as I pulled my cock from his mouth and pushed him gently to the floor. I grabbed my towel and walked toward the door.
“Is he serious?” Tyler asked as I walked out.
“Shut up and let's go back to the room. I need to fuck your ass,” I heard Jason say as I laughed and walked to my room.
 
It was a warm Northern California morning and predicted to get even warmer. I hastily threw on a pair of cutoffs and a tank top. As I walked to the Math building, I tried to remember some of the stuff I'd crammed for the night before.
Fuckin' Mr. Wynette. He'd hated me from day one, and I just knew he was going to throw in some surprise problems only to trip me up. At seventy-two years old, he was one of the school's oldest professors. He was cranky and old and wrinkled and pissy. Just looking at me seemed to irritate him beyond explanation, and he often spat insults at me as if he couldn't go another moment without getting them out of his system. He obviously resented my hot body and good looks. Not that he wished he'd had them back; I'm sure he never had them to begin with. I think he was born old and wrinkled and cranky and pissy. Which made him hate me even more. I'd have done almost anything not to have had to take this test today.
I walked into the classroom and took my regular seat at the back. I stretched my legs out beneath the desk and crossed my arms behind my neck. I yawned and closed my eyes for a moment, hoping the test wouldn't be too hard or too long, and that I'd be able to get to the gym fairly early.
When I opened my eyes, I thought I'd fallen asleep and was dreaming. As the bell rang, a young man, not much older than me, walked in and set his suit jacket and briefcase on the chair behind Mr. Wynette's desk. He was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful young men I'd ever seen. He was tall and solidly built, with dark black hair, light blue eyes with long lashes, and a tiny mole just below his left nostril. His skin was naturally copper colored, and looked as smooth as silk. When he smiled, a big dimple creased his right cheek, and bright white teeth peeked through the most kissable pair of lips I'd ever seen.
“Hey, class,” he said with a deep voice that melted me in my seat, “I'm Ricky ... ummm ... Richard. Mr. Wynette is sick today, so I'll be monitoring his classes today as you take your exams.”
I caught my breath, and stood up and walked to the front of the class. There was an empty seat in the front row, and I was not about to let anyone else take it. I looked around the class and noticed a look of relief on everyone's face.
The sub explained that we had an hour and a half to complete the exam, and passed the test papers out. When he reached my desk, I thought I caught a glimpse of a smile on his face, and he held my gaze a little longer than he had to. I lost my breath again and felt my cock stir in my shorts.
Ten minutes passed and I hadn't written a single answer on the test. I couldn't pull my eyes away from Ricky. Instead of sitting at the chair he leaned against the desk, crossed his feet at the ankles, and read the newspaper. He was wearing expensive-looking brown slacks and a starched white shirt with a tie. I couldn't peel my eyes away from his crotch, which bulged impressively against the thin material of his slacks.
And then it happened. As I stared at his crotch, it jumped in his pants. At first I thought I was imagining it, but when I didn't look away, it happened again. I shifted my eyes from his crotch to his face. Ricky was looking at me from behind the newspaper, and smiling. I blinked a couple of times, and swallowed. Ricky winked at me.
Holy shit! My cock got hard instantly. I reached down and rubbed it, hoping it wasn't too obvious. But Ricky's eyes followed my hand, and he licked his lips as I rearranged my dick inside my shorts. When I stopped rubbing, he raised his eyebrows and looked back at my cock. He wanted more!!
I looked around the room. Everyone was deep in concentration. Besides, with the way the desks were arranged, and with the right positioning of my legs, no one would be able to see my cock if I pulled it out.
So I did.
I unbuttoned my shorts and hauled out my cock. I pulled my balls out and let them hang over the top of my shorts, holding my cock out in front of me so Ricky could see it in all its glory.
A noticeable blush covered his face as his eyes bulged. He was riveted to my hard cock. After a couple of seconds of staring, he looked up at me and licked his lips. The bulge in his own pants was noticeably longer and harder. He looked around the room to assure himself that no one was watching, and then flexed his own cock inside his pants. It grew bigger, and Ricky moved the newspaper down to cover his lap.
I stroked my cock a couple of times under the desk, and felt a big drop of precum ooze out the head and down my shaft. I reached for it with my fingers and slid it across my head and the first inch or so under the head. By now my cock was starting to hurt with the pressure of my erection. I knew it was turning red at this point. As I watched Ricky's reaction, I knew my cock was as big and hard as it had ever been.
“Class, I'm going to have to excuse myself for a few moments,” Ricky said suddenly, and looked over at me. “Please keep your answers honest, and the chat to a minimum while I'm gone.”

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