Too Hot To Sleep

It was the last night before the first day of classes. It was three am, it was as hot as hell and I could not sleep. I had already kicked all my sheets on to the floor, and was lying on the bed, bare-ass naked, and it hadn't cooled me down a bit. There was no circulation and no air-conditioning on the fifth floor of our ratty old dorm, and the humidity was unbelievable.

There was nothing for it but a little self-pleasure. I cautiously reached a hand down to my crotch. I wasn't that horny, but I was bored... and I was always horny. And sleeping naked always gave me a boner anyway. The only problem was my roommate Ralph. By peeking in the mirror on the opposite wall I could dimly see the top bunk, and he looked well asleep.

Being an only child, I had never learned to economize my movements, and my furtive jerking shook the bed, and set the cheap springs squeaking. Sure enough, after a scant few seconds of pleasure, I heard my name being hissed.

"Jess! Jess! Are you whacking off?"

"Naw, naw man," I said, cursing him silently. "I don't do that shit."

"Come on, admit it," he said. "You were spanking it! You were beating your meat!"

"I told you!" I said. "I don't do that."

"Bullshit!" he said.

"Go back to sleep!" I said.

I rolled over on my stomach, and tried to take my own advice, all the time thinking angry thoughts.

A minute later, the bed started squeaking again. Except this time it wasn't me. I took a quick peek in the mirror. Sure enough, Ralphie was going to town.

I was pissed! First he gives me shit about whacking off, and five minutes later, he's doing it! Taking careful aim, I kicked upwards with the flat of my foot as hard as I could. I heard a startled yelp, and then Ralph's face peeked over the edge of the bed at me.

"What'd you do that for?" he whined.

"'Cause," I said. "You're keeping me up with all that masturbation."

"I don't do that shit," Ralph mimicked. But I had an ace in the hole.

"Yes, you do," I said. "I saw you in the mirror."

I caught a quick glimpse of Ralph's startled face, as he verified that yes, we could see each other in the mirror, before he primly covered himself, head to toe, in his sheet. With a mutter of annoyance, I flopped back on my stomach, and tried to lose myself in the sensation of sweat forming in my ass crack.

Then, once again, I heard my name hissed.

"Jess! Jess! Sit up for a minute."

Like a fool, I did it, and a pillow swung down over the edge of the bed and walloped me in the head. It packed quite a punch too.

"You little fucker!" I said, springing up and reaching blindly over the edge. At first all I got was the sheet, which I ripped off, and then I got a bit of his stupid pajama bottoms, which I was able to pull off too. He was giggling like a little girl when I finally caught hold of his bare foot and yanked on it. I held on tight, too, despite his trying to kick me in the face, and was able to pull him, little-by-little, over the edge, until he finally swung down on top of me, and we started wrestling.

Ralph was a skinniest guy I knew, with long spindly arms and legs that made him look like a baby horse. He was hyper as hell, but no match for me weight-wise, and I soon had him pinned down. That's when I noticed his boner grinding against my ribs, and mine pushing at his thigh.

Shocked, I pushed him over to the side of the bed, and lay so I wasn't touching him. But I could still feel the heat of his body... or was that my imagination?

As we lay there, inches apart, lying on our backs, with our dicks quivering towards the ceiling, I heard him ask me "Have you ever had sex?" and all I could think was "How much do I trust him?" After all, no guy wants to admit to being a virgin.

"No," I said, grudgingly. "You?"

"Me neither." There was a pause "Would you like to?"

"Fucking hell yeah!" I said. "Wouldn't you?"

"I mean right now," Ralph said.

"What? You know some girls?" I said. Call me slow...

"No, I mean you and I could have sex," said Ralph.

"What?!" I said. "Are you kidding?"

"No, I mean it," Ralph persisted. "Think about it. We're both virgins. We're both horny. And it's too hot to sleep."

I thought about it. For a long time. In my heat-addled state, his logic seemed to make sense.

"Nah," I said. "That's crazy talk. I couldn't do that."

Ralph sighed. "If you want," he said. "You can just do me, and I won't do you back."

I raised up on one elbow. "Really?" I said. "You really want to do that?"

My dick had already made up its mind. It was straining forward like a dog on the scent.

Ralph swallowed hard, and nodded.

Suddenly I was as horny as I had ever been in my life. Jumping out of the bed, I grabbed a bottle of hand lotion off the counter, and oiled myself up. But it took us a moment to figure out the logistics. Finally, Ralph knelt down at the edge of the bed, and lay over a pillow, his tight ass sticking up in the air. The muscles on the back of his skinny thighs clenched and unclenched under their dusting of hair, and when I touched him, he almost jumped out of his skin.

"Easy, boy" I said. I was almost cackling at the thought of invading his little hole. But it was hard to get in. Finally after heaping on the lotion, my dickhead slipped inside the little ring.

"Ow! Shit!" said Ralph. "Slow! Slow, please!"

I kept the pressure steady, until he gave a little gasp, and relaxed something, and I slipped inside. I was in! I couldn't believe it. Twenty-four hours ago I couldn't have imagined something like this, and here I was fucking my roommate. I just stood there for a moment, soaking in the sensation, and then, slowly, I started to pump.

"A-ah... oooh" gasped Ralph, as the bed started up it's infernal squeaking. But I didn't care. I was starting to get the rhythm down.

Just then, there was a loud pounding on the wall.

"What are you two fags doing in there?" a voice shouted. It was Steven, whose room was next to ours. "Fucking each other?"

"Don't stop," hissed Ralph. "Ju-just ignore him!"

"Holy shit, I think they really are fucking," said Steven. "Come listen."

I froze in place, so there wouldn't be anything to hear, but Ralph kept on panting like a freight train. I could feel his asshole clench and unclench around my dick.

There were no further sounds from next door, so after a moment, I started up again. Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. Then, just as the wave of pleasure started building up inside.

"HOLY SHIT! They really ARE fucking!!! Yo, everybody! Jess is fucking Ralphie!"

We never locked the doors of course. I didn't even know where my key was. And now the lights had been flicked on, and we were being stared at by Steven and his roommate Ndeno, a soccer player from Nigeria.

I sprang backwards. Of course, that just meant I was more exposed, as my dick sprung free and popped up in the air.

"Don't stop!" said Ralphie, pursuing me backwards with his bunghole.

"Yeah, don't stop," said Steven. "We just want to watch! I've never seen shit like this before."

As I was pushed backwards, I collapsed onto a chair. Holding me down, Ralph frantically crouched down on top of me, and forced my pole back up his ass. As I peered around his skinny body, I saw Steven staring wide-eyed --and Ndeno with his hand down his own pants.

At that point, I was overcome by the sensation of Ralph wriggling and squirming as he ground his ass into my crotch, and I didn't notice anything else for a while. When I finally emerged from the daze of heat and motion, an incredible sight met my eyes.

Every freshman on our hall was in our room. And most of them had their pants down and their dicks out. Nick, the rugby player and Franz, the German guy had their arms on each others shoulders, and their hands on each other's dicks. Frankie --the one guy on the hall I would have pegged as gay (I never suspected me or Ralph) --had one hand on George's dick, and the other hand was jerking off Hong, the Korean guy. He looked as happy as I had ever seen him. And blond-headed Jake was actually down on hands and knees, swallowing Ndeno's long dark sword.

It was a scene I could have never imagined, never conceived of, in my wildest dreams.

"Fuck it," I said. Obviously I had nothing more to hide. And I wanted to do this right. So I pushed Ralph off my lap.

"No!" he moaned. "Keep fucking me! Harder, deeper, longer!"

"Get on the desk!" I said. With me standing on the chair it was just about right. I spread him open, and hooked his long legs over my shoulders. As I pushed into him again, the audience gave out a cheer, and I saw a lot of hands start moving faster.

"What the hell is going on here!?"

For the second time that night, I froze. It was Jasper, our R.A.

Once upon a time he had been a backup quarterback for our school's shitty football team. Even though he had dropped off the squad, he was still in top condition. He inside my doorway, dressed in his boxers, with rage and shock on his face.

"What is this!?" he said. "What the hell are you doing?"

There was a dead silence. Then Frankie squealed.

"Look! Look at his dick!"

Jasper blushed, and clasped his hands to his crotch, but we had all seen it. His little soldier had come out to play.

"Get him!" said Frankie. Someone next to the door pushed it shut and locked it. There was nowhere for Jasper to go.

I had other things to think about, though --such as the naked freshman wriggling on the end of my spear. It was hard to balance in the ridiculous position I had chosen, but we managed, settling into a rhythm of quick thrusts, in and in and in and in. Once again, I could feel that sensation building up, but this time there were no interruptions.

Reaching around as best I could, I grabbed at Ralph's stiff hard drumstick, which was beating a counter rhythm on his tight ripped stomach. As soon as I touched it, he began squirming and twisting in such a way that it was hard for me to keep inside, but I managed it, thrusting harder and harder harder... until we both exploded in a cataclysm of cum!

Afterwards, as I collapsed onto the floor, I had the vague feeling that Jasper was being gang-banged somewhere in the room. I was so exhausted, however, that I immediately passed out. I wasn't conscious of a single other thing until the alarm clock went off in the morning, rousing me for my 8:30 class. Someone had put me back in my bed (and Ralph in his), and it seemed at first that the whole thing had been a dream -- except for the stains on the floor, and the fact that the room smelled like a clover field in full bloom!

That it was all a dream still seemed like the operating theory for everyone else, though. No one mentioned it the whole entire day, or even said anything that might be construed as referring to it in any possible way. It was as if it never happened -- except for one thing. As I walked up the endless flights of stairs back to my room at the end of the day, I passed Jasper coming down. And Jasper -- dour, straight-laced, bad-tempered Jasper -- was smiling and whistling, and gave me a big wink as he passed.

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written by jesssudhir