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I let my body sink into the comfort of the couch cushions, my eyes half open
staring at the television in front of me, I had no clue what was on it. The door
swung open and my heart had been beating much too hard for the circumstances. I
thought it appropriate enough to lean forward, which helped to hide the tent my
penis was making with the tops of my athletic shorts. My elbows rested on my
thighs and I twisted my head and cracked my neck, still pretending that who ever
was visiting wasn’t interrupting anything.
A tall man stood in the door frame, his arm holding a bookbag strapped over
his shoulder on his back, while the other carried a bag that looked like it
could have consumed my entire body. I don’t know why I was surprised that it was
Ben, why wouldn’t it have been, but my day dreaming didn’t really leave me with
room to rationalize anything.
Ben waved goodbye to someone who I couldn’t make out passing behind him in
the hallway. I stood up immediately and went to greet my friend. He was a couple
of steps into the room when he extended a hand, I took hold of it and pulled
myself near wrapping my free arm around him for a hug.
With my recent growth spurt I was now basically eye to eye with him. He
hadn’t changed much from what I saw at the end of the year, and over webcam.
Still absolutely breathtaking, ocean blue sparkling eyes, framed by a short crew
cut hair, and a stone cold chiseled body. He was wearing a green t-shirt and a
pair of ripped jeans. The kind that weren’t purchased that way, they had just
seen better days. He laughed and patted my back twice which made my cock pulsate
unintentionally. This caught Ben off guard and he jumped back.
I wrinkled my face, terribly confused, mostly worried though. What had
happened what had I done, I didn’t really know. He kick the door shut behind
him, “You wanna put that think away man… you could put someone’s eye out.” He
said gesturing to my crotch. I let out a soft laughed and apologized, I was too
embarrassed to tell him what had caused the excitement I could not shake. But
Ben didn’t seem interested. He dropped off the two bags that he carried in and
went back out the door, this time leaving it open.
I watched some of the fraternity members walk by all carrying boxes and bags
to their assigned rooms. Once I was calm again, or at least my boner had finally
died down. I stepped out into the hallway and made my way down to see if Ben
needed some help unloading.
The next couple of days were spent getting to know the 70 or so guys that we
now lived with. And to my surprise Ben kept his distance, we slept in the same
room together, watched tv in groups with our brothers or alone, whatever it was
like freshman year all over again, except this time he wasn’t going home on the
weekends he was just enjoying his time without me. I didn’t know if I was just
being paranoid or not, but I knew I didn’t like it. During meals I felt like Ben
kept at least ten people between us, when I had grown accustomed to seeing him
every meal I had last year.
As the days rolled into weeks I had to let it sit in the back of my mind, I
took out my aggression else were, instead of sitting around the room watching
Ben, who still walked around scantily clad, and wondering what the heck was
going on in his mind. Most evenings I traded that in for a couple hours in the
gym or a run around town. By the time I would be done with these activities I
would be drenched in sweat and too exhausted to give my frustration with Ben
much more thought.
I have to admit other things kept my mind off of Ben as well, mainly the
showers in the Gamma Sig house. The bathrooms were worse than my high school
locker room. Well I suppose I mean to say it was better for a little voyeurism.
Everywhere I looked the boys of the house were rocking out with there cocks out,
laughing at each other, telling stories, and cracking jokes as the scrubbed
down.
Walking into the bathroom every morning was like walking into a sauna, a wave of
mist would hit my face and fog my glasses, because when it was that early in the
morning I wouldn’t have put in my contacts. I’d wipe them off and as I put them
back on like some dessert mirage, through all the vapor there would always be a
couple of my brothers towel across one shoulder, or dangling around the neck
completely naked heading towards the showers or just shaving or brushing their
teeth. Allowing any passerby to gatch a glimpse of some really impressive set of
tools. It didn’t take me long to get used to this wonderful vision of
masculinity everyday or to control my excitement.
I was overly dramatic in the room after my workouts, trying to catch Ben’s
attention without being too blatant. Trying to entice him to join me in the
shower room, not that we were going to do in anything, but I couldn’t help but
want to see Ben’s soaking wet body next to a couple of our mates. This was about
the same time I noticed that this one guy Cam, Cameron, and I often found
ourselves in the bathroom together.
I, of course, didn’t think much of it at first, but it came more and more
frequent. And a couple of times while I was sticking my head under the faucet to
wash the shampoo out of my hair I’d look out from the draining water and see
Sean admiring me. He would be in the shower sometimes, but other times he’d just
be walking by while brushing his teeth or tossing something in the trash.
Cam was a bit shorter than me probably 5’ 6” or 7 inches or so. He had an
average athletic body and a boyish face sort of like an Adrian Brody type of
quirkiness that I really like. He wasn’t drop dead gorgeous like Ben but Cam
possessed a wholesome cuteness that made me think about him more and more for
the past couple of days.
On day after a run I was toweling off, my mind jumping from Cam to Ben with
equal confusion. It was just after six o’clock in the evening and most of the
guys in the house were down in the kitchen eating dinner. Cam had leisurely
walked in and out while I was still in the shower we shared a few words then I
told him I’d see him at dinner. I walked out of the shower past someone who was
in the middle stall. Wrapping the towel around my waist and securely tucking it
in on one side I reached out to grab my shower caddy which I left on the
bathroom counter.
It wasn’t till I was back in the room placing the contents of the caddy back
on my shelf that I notice it. It was a small piece of notebook paper with a
number written on it 237. I recognized the number immediately, it was Cameron’s
room he lived on the east wing of the house were most juniors stayed. He was
lucky enough to have one of the nicer singles too. It was on the opposite side
but same floor level as Ben and mine’s room.
I crumpled the paper in my left hand, and kept it there while I dressed.
Tossing on a fresh pair of boxers, I ruffled threw my drawers for a pair of
sweat pants and a t shirts. Once dressed I slid the mysterious note into my
pants pocket, not wanting to be far from it and went joined everyone in the
kitchen.
Cameron and mine interactions had been nothing remarkable. I didn’t feel that
either of us had much to say to each other. We had hung out mostly in groups on
the weekends surrounded by our brothers, I can’t even remember any conversations
that we had shared outside of the small talk while in the bathroom. All this
just excited my curiosity and left me very distracted during dinner as I kept
looking over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of Cam.
He was sitting with Ben to my surprise. Well not really with Ben, more at the
same table as Ben separated by 4 people and on the opposite side so that I could
only see his back. Cam had decided that he wouldn’t come to dinner fully
dressed. He was bare footed and wearing a pair of blue soccer shorts that showed
off his ass nicely even while seated. His back was as bare as his feet and I
could see just a patch of hair creeping from his ass up to the lowest part of
his back. It wasn’t a like he was furry; his brown hair was said that he was
more of the natural type. I can remember from the shower room, his chest had a
bit of light fuzz brown hair on each peck and trail that slide down his abs to
his pubes. I realized that I was fantasizing too much on this guy I knew nothing
about. I was too horny; I missed Ben too much, so I went back to my meal.
Dinner came and went, and then Ben and I found ourselves in our room trying
to get a bit of work done. We filled the time with small talk about the upcoming
football game this weekend, and the fraternity’s plan to tailgate. The house was
excited to get out there and start recruiting. I kept my eye on the clock, and
shoved my hand into my pocket to check on the status of the note. It hadn’t gone
anywhere, but I had no clue as to the notes intention. To my surprise I got the
answer when Cam stopped by the room around 9:30 that night.
“What’s up Ben, how’s the world treating you?” Cam was really causal I guess
he and Ben had had previous conversation that I was unaware of. Ben turned
around to face him smiling he said “Good man, thanks for your help with
Stiensons class, you know your book and everything.” They went on like this, I
didn’t know if it was my place to join in, but I watched sitting in my desk
chair, and laughed along with them. Watching as Cam’s abs tighten and ripple as
he laughed.
After a few minutes the conversation died down Cam turned to me and said,
“Oh, um, Downing” (calling by my last name since there was another Tyler in the
senior class) “You’re taking British writers this year aren’t you” I shook my
head having no idea how he had gotten this information. “Cool, why don’t you
stop by my room later tonight, I took it my sophomore year too and I bet some of
the books are the same, how many writers could there be.” I told him I’d be over
soon and with that he was gone. What were the odds…coincidence?
That’s how I ended up in front of room 237. I was still wearing the t shirt
and sweats with Cam’s note in my pocket. The door was cracked, it was almost
11:00 nearly an hour from the time Cam was in my room. I tapped the door lightly
and pushed it open, not waiting for a response. Soft light hit my eyes from a
reading lamp sitting near the edge of his bed and I say Cam sitting in his desk
chair watching television. “Hey, Downing” he said.
“What’s up Cameron. Thanks for offering those books.” I said. “You wanna step
in or just stand in the door way.” I took a step forward. “Oh and could you shut
the door behind you” I did as I was told and stood standing a few feet inside
the room. I felt naked in his room completely cut off from everyone. Cam kept
stealing glances from me to the tv in front of him. Have a seat I’m just
finishing watching… a movie.” Cameron said pointing over to his bed. I walked
over and waited. Then I noticed what had Cam’s attention.
It was some cheap porno, and the scene I had walked in on some guy was
getting pleasured two girls. My eyes bugged open and glanced at the screen then
to Cam. Who was looking at me with a smirk now. “I hope this doesn’t make you
too uncomfortable. I just had this…this idea about you Downing. I remember
seeing you on campus, and how close you and Ben were, you were always together.
And I started to wonder.” I refused to make eye contact with him at this point.
I was trying to control my breathing, and could feel sweat forming on my brow.
He continued “And I couldn’t help but wonder why you two were so close, then I
caught you in the shower, stolen glance here or there, and I thought I might
have had you figured out? Am I right?”
I stared into Cam’s eyes, they were a light brown, lighter than mine, almost
mimicking the hair on his head. I fought back a smile. “uh..” I let out in a
gasp of air “yeah I guess we were close… Ben and I. But you know… friends…” I
trailed off. “Oh then maybe I was wrong about you Downing.” Cam rose from his
chair and walked over towards me. I smiled his chest was inches from my face,
tilted my head up and said “or maybe not.”
I wrapped my left arm around his waist and drew Cam. He bent down and we
kissed. This was the first time in four months that I had kissed anyone, and the
first time I had kissed any other guy than Ben. Cam was softer. He kisses were
sensual and I didn’t want to let go. Cam pushed me backwards and we crawled on
top of his bed. Before I knew it I was on top of Cam. I kissed every inch of
Cam’s exposed body, working from his mouth, nibbling his ears, and sucking on
his nipples, till I was tasting his abs as they flexed underneath me.
Cam was skinny just an average guy couldn’t have weighed more than 145lbs.
Cam had both hands in my hair squeezing tightly as I began rubbing his already
throbbing cock threw his blue soccer shorts. “Get me off” he whispered in a
breathy voice, and I quickly stripped him of his boxers, to find he was free
balling… I had to admire the easy access. As I went down on Cam’s pecker which
was no shorter than 7inches and nearly as thick as my entire mouth could take. I
took off my t shirt tossing it into the darkened room and started wiggling out
of my sweat pants and boxers. All the while not wanting his cock to leave my
mouth.
As I bobbed up and down on Cam’s cock I worked my own till I was dripping
with pre cum. I leaned over Cam and lay over him, hips pressed against each
other so that our swords crossed. Cam’s dripping with his pre juices and
showered with my slobber, slip like a slimy stick underneath mine. I grabbed our
cocks in my right hand and double jacked us both. He leaned up on his elbows and
deep kissed me as I did it.
“Can I…” I hesitated, then began, breathy, again “Can I slide into you?” I
felt like an idiot. Not really know what else to say, I waited for his response.
Cam lifted his legs so that his knees were by his head, presenting his full
round ass. He was amazingly flexible. Then took my cock with one hand and pulled
me until my head was touching his warm puckering whole. “That answer enough for
you.” I leaned down and kissed him again. Then I licked my fingers and rubbed
them against my cock and Cam’s pulsing hole. Cam winced, breath, shallow quick
breaths, “uh uh uh” as I inched my way in. I felt his ass contract around my
cock with every exhale and moan he made. I nibbled on my own bottom lip as I
slid in.
Once my slim 7 inch penis was consumed by Cam’s glory hole, we readjusted. I
pulled him down so that he lay flat on the bed. Then tucked his legs on the
outside of my arms, presenting his butt nicely. Cam’s cock was now staring him
in the face touching the lower portion of his chest. I hovered over him and
plowed into him slowly. My hips quivered each time I pulled my head out of his
hole. I kept working inside of Cam until his hole was gapping. I could feel four
months of a dry spell building up inside of me, but I plowed on.
Cam was jacking hard now. He slapped his dick on his chest so that it made a
loud pop… pop… pop. Then he’d jerk it some more. We had worked up a good sweat
by now. Sweat was running off my chin and hairline, falling on Cam’s glistening
body and cock beneath me. I was slowly speeding up as I fucked him. “Dude… I
think I’m gonna blow… you ready?” I smacked my hips against Cam with as much
power as I could muster now thrusting myself deeper inside him, pumping for
more. “Where do you want me to cum?” I asked in anticipation. Cam’s eyes were
closed tight, he was beating off faster and hard. “Cum inside me” he said. I
missed a beat, but regained and kept blowing.
Cam’s ass tighten and back arched, hips raised and with each time that my abs
smack against his balls he shot load after load into his face and pillow, five
six times in gushes. Till it slid out of the tip and onto his chest. He let out
breathy moans as I continued my onslaught into his ass. “Uh.. Uho… Oh” I felt a
wave of joy escape me as my own juices spilled into Cam’s boy butt. “That’s was
amazing” I told him. He was sliding his finger tips threw the gew on his chest.
I pulled out of him and kissed him over and over again, tasting a bit of his
salty spunk. I let myself fall to the side of Cam’s bed beside him. Still
panting, pinned between the sweaty mess next to me, and the wall. Phewww I let a
big breath “I needed that…” Cam rolled over to his side so that he was facing me
now.
He was looking over my body and I watched as his cum mixed in with all the
sweat covering his body. He laughed to himself, at a something in his mind, and
I laughed out of discomfort. “Yeah, I know man. I felt like I was dying… Just be
careful what you talk about… You know fraternities all homoeroticism just as
long as you don’t take it too far. I had heard so many stories about circle
jerks, and other supposedly “gay” activities that were more urban legends than
anything else, so I guess I understood.
We lay there together for a while, Cam was openly gay, he had told everyone
from home his senior year, and most of the guys in the house new, and anyone
else just needed to ask, he wasn’t afraid of ridicule, and everyone was cool
about it. I told him about my experiences from last year, though I left Ben’s
name out of it. And told Cam I wasn’t sure if I were gay or not, but I new that
I had having strong feelings about boys for a while now. He told me he would be
around if I needed to talk and thought we’d have a lot more in common. I agreed
and told him I looked forward to getting to know him better.
I lifted myself from the bed, straddling Cam on my knees as I tried to get over
him and off the bed. He leaned forward we kissed again. Then I riffled around
the floor till I found my clothes, dressed, said goodbye, and headed across the
Darkened fraternity house, I heard pages rustling, and tv and stereos blaring as
I passed closed doors, to the west wing of the house and my room.
The lights were off, the tv was still on which I turned off as I made my way
over to my bed. I say Ben’s chest move up and down as he slept, I was exhausted
and as I slide underneath the covers, I turned to lay on my stomach, because
that’s the only way I can fall asleep, and say that the clock said 12:14. I
remember smelling the must of my dried sweat and semen and then I was asleep.
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