Dorm Sweat Turns Me On

During my first year in college, I lived in a triple room in the dorms. My first semester was a very confusing time for me; it was the first time I'd been away from home for any considerable length of time, and it was the first time I was confronted with my burgeoning sexuality. In high school, I was more involved with the school newspaper and the yearbook than in hanging out with friends, so I didn't have to think much about dating. Now I was away at college, 500 miles from home. The weather in southern California was hot, and I was all of a sudden living in very close quarters with two very attractive young roommates.

Jeff was the first one I met. He had just turned 18, was of medium height, and had short, dirty-blond hair, dense but sculpted eyebrows, a strong, zesty handshake, and a nice, warm smile. He told me he came from Iowa, that he had worked on his father's farm for the last five summers, and that he wanted to study business. He also told me how much he liked comic books and showed me his two-feet-high stack of them by the side of the bed. Meeting Jeff reminded me of how shy and awkward I was, and I admired his naive self-confidence and his rich, deep voice as much as I liked his eager and vibrant farm-boy looks.

Later on, I met Mark. He came in hot and sweaty from playing frisbee with his San Diego friends. He was 19, about six feet tall, very good-looking, with stiff, black hair and a chunky-build. As soon as he came into the room, he started removing his damp T-shirt and gym shorts. That won my undivided attention immediately. He told me he'd be glad to chat after his shower.

I wondered how modest my college roommates would be about nudity. Would they hide themselves as furtively as the guys in my high school locker room had, or would they lounge casually in the buff, allowing me to explore their healthy physiques with my eyes? I got a hint of the answer when Mark went into the walk-in closet, out of my view. In a minute he left for the shower room, wearing a towel. My hopes deflated.

Later that evening, I came in and the room was empty. On the floor next to Jeff's dresser lay a pile of his clothes, including the bright plaid shorts I remembered he had been wearing earlier. I climbed into my bed, the bottom half of a bunk.

Minutes later, Jeff came in, wearing just a towel. He said hello, and as we talked, I had to try not to drool over his lithe, smooth body which still had beads of water from the shower clinging to it. He turned toward his dresser and pulled off the towel, exposing his tight and delectable ass and the band of light skin that wrapped him from the waist to the upper thighs. As I watched, I imagined him in cut-off shorts, shirtless, hoisting hundreds of hay bales into a wagon in the sweltering afternoon Iowa sun.

Jeff dried his hair with the towel, reached into his dresser, and pulled out a pair of white undershorts. He stepped into them, turning toward me just as he was pulling them up all the way. I looked down sharply, pretending I had not been watching. Wearing just his underwear, Jeff lay down and stretched out on his bed, just six or eight feet away from mine. It was then I realized I was going to have an exciting first year at school!

As the weeks passed and I got further and further behind in my reading for my psychology, chemistry, and math classes, Mark and Jeff become better and better friends, and I began to feel left out. They shared a strong interest in tennis, an activity in which I had absolutely no skill. Several nights a week, they would go off to the lighted courts while I stayed behind and studied. When they came back, they would quickly shed their sweaty clothes and shower together. I was tempted to buy a racket and ask to start joining them, but I didn't even have the nerve to walk by and peek into the shower room while they were soaping themselves up, much less get involved with the game of tennis just to got a glimpse of their naked, dripping bodies.

Mark and Jeff decided to rush the same fraternity, and two or three times a week they would go to frat parties to drink and get rowdy. They also discovered the school's swimming pool and weight room, and they'd often go off together to do laps and sunbathe or to work out. It would always bother me when they left and didn't ask me if I wanted to come along. I didn't have any friends at school yet, so I always stayed in the room.

Sometimes, while studying, I'd get distracted and start imagining Mark with his clothes off, or wearing just a loose pair of boxers, posing in front of me. Or, I'd imagine him standing over me, the leg openings of his shorts positioned so I could just barely see a bit of his balls. In reality, though, Mark would always dress and undress in the closet, and when he was lounging around the room he'd always wear either Bermuda shorts or his pajama bottoms, which he wore to bed even on the hottest nights.

Other times, while studying, I'd envision Jeff lying on his bed in front of me, wearing only his white undershorts, as he often did. After countless nights of surreptitiously studying his young, golden body as he lay reading his comic books, I came to develop a vivid mental image of him, which I could recall whenever I closed my eyes. I'd see his whole strapping body, from his towel-dried, dusty-colored hair to his long, slender feet. Then I'd remember that he and Mark were out having fun together, probably picking up chicks, and that I didn't really have a chance of breaking into their friendship, let alone getting my hands on either of their cocks.

It was a Wednesday night. I walked back from the library, where I had been studying for my upcoming chem midterm. I needed to get away from the dorm room; there was something distracting about that place-the sights and the smells. Now I'd studied my fill, and I was ready to relax with a book or some music. Even now, after ten o'clock, the evening air was a sweltering 80 degrees, and it was humid also. If ever there were a night for semi-nude Jeff-watching, and maybe even semi-nude Mark-watching, tonight was definitely it.

I strode into the dorm elevator with my notebook, a chemistry book, as well as a physics book Mark had asked me to pick up. As the elevator doors closed, I saw something written in thin magic marker on the wall: I want to suck someone's cock. There was no doubt in my mind a guy had written the message; it looked like male handwriting, and besides, it was an all-male dorm. For the first time, I really wondered about Jeff and Mark, and as the doors opened to the fifth floor, I emerged bristling with sexual excitement.

I slid the key into the brass doorknob of our room. There, on his bed and wearing only his white undershorts, was Jeff, as usual. I closed the door behind me quietly, not sure whether or not to disturb him in his comic-book trance. Without looking up, he said a weak "Hi" to me. I said hello back.

"Do you know where Mark is?" I asked. "I have this book he wanted."

"He's still in the shower," Jeff responded.

"Did you play tennis tonight?" I asked, climbing onto my bed.

"Uh-huh."

"Bet it was hot, huh?"

"Yup." I realized Jeff was more involved in his reading than in speaking with me. It was this "comic book effect," practically a state of hypnosis, that allowed me to gaze at him completely unnoticed whenever he read.

I pulled off my damp shirt, my shoes, and my socks, and put them beside my bed. I picked up a paperback for the purpose of refuge, should Jeff have broken the stare-off he was having with the comic and possibly noticed I'd been leering at him lustily. He didn't for five minutes, and for those five minutes I stared at him obsessively, the way a cat stares at a mousehole with riveted fascination.

Jeff was the portrait of adolescent masculine eroticism. He was slim, but not too skinny. His body was sculpted with hard, sun-baked muscles, which were clearly defined and bulky, but not at all unnatural looking. He had deep green eyes and a strong, slightly pointy nose; it seemed to reign over his thin lips and sloping cheeks, which were brushed with a hint of boyish whisker stubble. His tan, hairless chest with its big, pink nipples contrasted strongly with the straight, bushy hair that surged out of his armpits in big, brush-like thickets. His shoulders and upper arms were bulked and browned by summer after summer of hard farm labor, and they led down to his veiny forearms and classical hands.

Even though Jeff was right out of the shower, I would have sworn I could smell him. It was a barely detectable, very masculine kind of smell, and I drank in the animal scent with my nose, slaking my throat and lungs with the subtle, intoxicating aroma.

My eyes traced the midline of his chest down to his small navel. There, a thin, crisp trail of abdominal hair began to crawl down toward his crotch. It was interrupted by the worn waistband of the sagging undershorts he was wearing. The old shorts were thinning at the panels just enough so I could tell where the brown pubic hair under them stopped and started-just over halfway out to the sides of his pelvis. In the middle, the underwear bagged from the weight of a nice-sized, cut penis, which was neatly upstaged by the clear outline of two dark, heavy balls pulling and stretching the deteriorating fabric. From what I could see, Jeff's nuts were just a little too big for the rest of him, a disproportionality I savored. His strong golden legs, sprinkled with a light covering of downy hair, emerged from the underwear's leg openings, which were stretched like abused springs. His legs sprawled confidently and luxuriously over his bed, ending with his long and thin feet.

As I watched him lounging there, I remembered that a few nights before, I had heard Jeff masturbating. It was a hot and humid night, much like this one, and I was having trouble getting to sleep. My sheets were damp with sweat. I was lying there, concentrating on Mark's gentle snoring from the bed above, hoping it would rub off and lure me to sleep, when I heard a noise coming from Jeff's bed across from mine. Within an instant I knew what it was.

I listened intently, trying to filter out Mark's sawing from the gentle rhythmic whisper and the occasional creak I heard coming from Jeff's side of the room. It stirred and excited me; my eyes closed, I tried to visualize Jeff rubbing himself before me, proud of his engorged organ. I peeked out from under my sheets. Jeff's corner of the room was totally dark, except for a thin rectangle of light from the window, which cut across him and faintly illuminated a slice of his jiggling forearm and rippling stomach. Jeff gently grunted, and I saw blobs of fluid briefly flash through the blade of light, as I just barely heard the splats of cum squirting onto his chest. I closed my eyes again and wondered what he had been fantasizing about: an insatiable sorority sister smothering him with her naked breasts and swallowing every inch of his manhood with her pussy-or something else perhaps? Finally I imagined him positioned on top of me, flailing away at his strong, stiff erection, then moaning and spraying me with his vital boy-juice.

The crunch of Mark's key pushing into the doorknob shattered my delirium. I looked over and saw Mark walk in, wrapped in a brown towel, his hair still dripping wet. Jeff looked up and came to life.

"Hey, buddy, what took you so long? What were you doing in there?" Jeff was now animated and smiling.

"Just cooling off," Mark replied, as he headed into his closet. Jeff sat up, and as he was getting another comic book from his stack, I could just barely see the hairy crack between his scrotum and leg through one of the worn leg openings. He grabbed the latest issue of Love & Rockets and lay back down again.

"So, how was your game?" I asked them, hoping at least one of them would acknowledge my existence.

"Hey, Jeff?" Mark called from inside the walk-in.

"Hey, yeah?" he answered.

"Have you seen my last pair of underwear?"

"Your last pair?

"Yeah , my last clean pair. Have you seen 'em?"

"Nuh-uh," Jeff replied, turning the page.

I heard Mark open his dresser drawers in the closet, one by one, as he rummaged around for the lost garment. "Damn," he said, "I'm sure they were in here this afternoon." He closed the last drawer and emerged, still wearing the towel. "Are you sure you haven't seen them?" Jeff grinned, shook his head, and flipped another page.

"What are you smiling about?" Mark asked. He looked around the room for a second, then back at Jeff. "Hey," Mark said to him. "You're wearing 'em!'

Jeff doubled over and laughed heartily. "I was wondering how long it would take you to notice."

"Very funny. Now hand 'em over."

"You don't want to wear them now, do you?"

"Damn right I do. They're my last pair. Hand 'em over."

Jeff shook his head, smiled, and picked up the comic book again. I began to get very interested in seeing what would happen.

"Come on, dude, give 'em to me." Mark walked over to Jeff and pulled the waistband at the hip. Jeff flinched and knocked Mark's hand away. "Get away from me," Jeff said as Mark reached for the waistband again, this time in the front. Jeff grabbed Mark's wrist and laughed as he fought off Mark's other hand. The two started tangling as I sat up, my attention now riveted on the two nearly naked young bucks grappling with each other. Mark, still wearing the towel, collapsed on Jeff, who was holding Mark's wrists firmly.

"Get off me, you faggot!" Jeff laughed as Mark writhed on him.

"Look who's calling who a faggot," Mark barked. "You're the one wearing other guys' underwear!" Mark broke his wrists free, planted his left elbow on Jeff's chest, and moved his right arm around, grabbing and pulling at the side panel of the shorts.

"Cut it out!" Jeff laughed, holding onto the sides of the briefs. "You're gonna rip 'em-will you quit it?"

Mark repositioned and grabbed the crotch of the undershorts, right between the leg openings. Jeff arched his back and twisted against him, knocking his comic book to the floor. Mark yanked at the crotch, stretching the opening so that for the first time I could clearly see Jeff's heavy balls hanging between his legs. My heart raced as I sat up further.

"Let me have the fucking shorts!" Mark said. He twisted around, reaching for Jeff's left hand, and pressed his thigh on Jeff's right hand, trying to release Jeff's grip on the briefs. He yanked again at the crotch, pulling the shorts down about three inches so that Jeff's full patch of pubic hair was fully visible.

"Damn it, get off me, you fuckin' dick!" Jeff yelled, grabbing onto the waistband again. As Jeff and Mark yanked in opposite directions, the fabric suddenly gave way. The underwear ripped all the way across the front, from the side panel to the crotch, exposing the soft, fat shaft of Jeff's dick, and everything else, in full view. I almost choked with the surprise and pleasure of finally seeing what Jeff had been hiding in his shorts for so long. Now I wanted to see Mark's endowment, but at this point the towel was still holding on. It was riding up in the back just enough so that I could see his ass muscles flexing, but I silently begged for it to come off completely so I could see the two studs grappling with each other's fully naked bodies-a sight I never dreamed I'd actually see.

"All right, now you've had it," Mark laughed, pulling the underwear to stringy shreds. "That was my last pair. You're gonna be sorry!"

"I didn't rip 'em, you did, shithead!" yelped Jeff as Mark tore the waistband apart at the hip and tossed the pile of shredded fabric to the floor. They tangled arms and legs, Mark trying to pin Jeff and Jeff trying to escape. Their muscles bulged with counteracting power as their skin started to glisten with sweat. My heart was leaping up my throat as my mouth dried, my cock pulsing with almost painful turgidity under my thin jogging shorts.

"Say you're sorry!" Mark commanded, his left arm wrapped around the back of Jeff's head.

"Fuck you!" Jeff replied, squirming under the weight of Mark's muscular body. Mark pulled up sideways, trying to get Jeff in a better headlock, causing his towel to start coming undone at the waist. My blood pressure soared further as I myself started to sweat.

"Say you're sorry, dammit!" Mark repeated, moving around enough to cause the towel to start sliding off his ass.

"No way!" Jeff said, still writhing under him. Just then, he slid out from under Mark, who twisted around on his back and interlocked his hairy legs with Jeff's and putting all his weight on him again. The towel was lying across Mark now, the corner lust Covering his pelvis. Jeff pulled and kicked, trying to break free. At last, one of his kicks caught the corner of the towel, sending it flying across the room. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I gaped at Mark's cock, which was totally soft but still looked big. It was sheathed by loose skin that corrugated the entire length of the organ, and his balls had a dense covering of straight black hair. His crotch was equally hairy.

"Fucker!" said Mark as Jeff started to squirm out from under him again. Mark spun around again and got him by the wrists, sprawling him flat on his back. Mark's dick dangled and swung back and forth, brushing against Jeff's. My cock felt as if it were about to burst, and I grew short of breath watching what was going on. Mark dropped down and spread his legs, and as Jeff struggled beneath him, I could see the two guys' nuts rubbing together, their dicks mashing against one another in this sweaty dorm-room battle of hard, teenage muscle.

Jeff broke free and got his arm around the back of Mark's neck. He started to turn Mark over, but Mark countered by getting him into a cradle lock. "Come on, dammit, say you're sorry!" Mark growled.

"Forget it!" Jeff replied, now decisively pinned. Mark reached around Jeff's thigh and grabbed his big nuts, cupping them in his hand. "No!!" Jeff barked. "Don't touch me there!"

"I've got you by the balls, dude," Mark said with a sinister laugh. "You'd better say you're sorry." Jeff grunted and squirmed, but he wouldn't give in. "Say you're sorry, peckerwood!" Mark started kneading Jeff's jewels, gently rubbing his fingers against his furry, spread crotch.

"Let go!" Jeff was sweating and breathing heavily, and his face was turning red. Finally, as Mark continued to squeeze and massage his nuts, Jeff looked over at me.

"Come on, guy, help me," he pleaded.

"What do you want me to do?" I blurted, stunned that someone was talking to me, and that this wasn't a dream.

"Just get him off me."

"Don't do it, man," Mark interrupted. "Tickle him. He's really ticklish."

I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to do something. Without thinking, I got up and just jumped onto the two of them, knocking them over. Jeff broke free again, and as Mark tried to regain control, I was caught sandwiched in the middle.

I was lying face-down across Jeff, whose hairy armpit was pressed in my face, while Mark was pressing down along my back, grabbing around me for Jeff's thick arms. I could feel Mark's soft cock resting against my inner thigh, and I could feel the front of my thigh rubbing against Jeff's balls. I don't know what came over me, but I reached between my leg and Jeff's furry pelvis, grabbing onto Mark's dick.

"Hey, what're you doing, man?" he asked, half in shock. I gripped it tighter, pulling it down and rubbing it against Jeff's nuts and my legs. As I pulled and massaged it, I started to feel it stir in my fingers.

"What's he doing?" Jeff asked from under me. Mark didn't answer. He started panting, and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. "Shit," Mark moaned as his cock enlarged. He pulled his hand around and started squeezing at the big, growing head, continuing to breathe heavily against my neck.

I released Mark's rod and grabbed Jeff's. "What the fuck!" he said, as I started tugging at the fat, flabby organ. "Shit, man, what the hell are you doing?" I grasped his cock in my fist and started to beat him off. "Come on, dude, cut it out! I'm gonna get hard! Fuck, man, stop it!" I gripped harder and rubbed faster as Mark pressed his engorged tool against my thigh, brushing its big head against Jeff's balls. "Oh, shit," Jeff groaned as his cock started to harden.

Mark rubbed his body against my back and his left hand against my side. Jeff started panting as his dick continued to grow. He stopped struggling as I rubbed his meat against Mark's, and the three of us began to writhe around in sync. We lay there for a while, rubbing our intertwining hairy legs together, feeling each other's rock-hard cocks, and drinking in our sweaty aromas.

Jeff got out from under me and stood at the foot of the bed, rubbing his thick, seven-inch organ. Mark got up, turned me over, and put my face between his legs, lowering his hairy nuts onto my mouth. I licked and sucked on them as Jeff proceeded to pull off my jogging shorts.

Jeff massaged my cock and balls for a minute or two. Then I felt him slathering some skin lotion he'd pulled from somewhere onto my dick. As I continued to lap at Mark's dangling nuts, Jeff got between my legs and started rubbing his dick and mine together.

Mark greased up his eight-inch cock with the lotion and put his left hand on Jeff's shoulder as he started riding his hand up a down his shaft. Jeff wrapped his right hand around our cocks, pressed our nuts tightly together, and start jerking us off.

Suddenly Mark groaned and began showering Jeff and me with big globs of thick, white cum. He bounced his nuts up and down on my mouth as he sprayed his juice on Jeff's stomach and arms and all over my chest and stomach. He heaved a huge sigh as the last droplets oozed from his throbbing cockpit, withdrew his balls from my mouth, and stepped away.

Jeff leaned forward and put his left elbow on the bed by my head. He moved up so his face was right next to mine, just inches away. I could feel his hot breath as panted heavily in my face. "Rub my nuts, guy," he whispered, as beads of sweat began collecting on his forehead.

I took Jeff's egg-size nuts in my left hand and began to work on own cock with my right. Jeff's balls were bigger and heavier in my hand than I had thought, and they were covered by an even layer of crisp hair. Jeff began moaning louder, gyrating his nuts on my fingers. I could smell his hot, boyish sweat as it wet his hair and dripped off his forehead onto mine. Suddenly, he arched his back and started to squirt his copious load all over me. It was like he had saved it up for a week, the way it sprayed my neck and chest, from shoulder to shoulder. He let out an animal shriek as I began to peak also. Jeff panted and moaned and growled into my ear as our cum mixed on my chest. Finally, he released his cock, flopping it against mine. He gave one more big exhale and collapsed onto me.

We lay there for a few minutes recovering. I kept thinking about how just a few minutes earlier my roommates had acted like I wasn't even alive, and now they'd both just shot their wads all over me!

Jeff opened his eyes, looked over, and smiled. "You know something?" he said with a wide grin, "You're all right."

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