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After Class Tutoring, Part 3
The end of the week is always busy. On Friday night I went to dinner and then a campus movie with friends. There was talk about a get-together after the movie to try and score some weed or some beer, but I wasn't in the mood. I just walked back from the student union to the dorm. When I got to the room, I realized my roommate was there, but was apparently taking a shower. I opened up my laptop and was looking at FB when he came back in, naked except for a towel around his waist. We chatted for a few minutes. Rick was a nice guy, but he spent most of his time with his girlfriend, who lived in an apartment off-campus. In fact, he had showered to get ready to go over there for the weekend. He stood there chatting for a few minutes, then turned to get dressed. As he dropped his towel, I looked in his direction. I hadn't really paid attention to his body before, but the view from behind was pretty good! As he bent over to reach for something in a drawer, I could see his nuts hanging down in between his legs. I imagined they'd get worked on by his gf this weekend. I wonder if she blows him? How many times during a weekend does he cum with her? (My mind was really perving on it.) It made me think of the two blowjobs I had gotten this last week. Does she suck Rick's cock as well as my professor sucks mine? I realized I was starting to get hard and tore my thoughts away so that it wasn't obvious I was looking at Rick and boning up! He finished dressing, then threw some things in a gym bag and told me he'd be back sometime late Sunday. Then he left.
I sat there for a moment contemplating nothing, then turned to my computer and logged on to League of Legends. I got caught up in playing, and before I knew it midnight had passed by and I needed some sleep. I didn't even beat off (a rarity for me!). Since it was the weekend, I didn't set my alarm, either.
I woke up about 9:30 when there was a lot of noise out in the hall. I kind of grumbled, but then thought "it IS 9:30!" I got up and brushed my teeth, then decided to shower and figure out what I was going to do for the weekend. I wrapped a towel around me, grabbed my shower kit, and walked down the hall. As I opened the door to the floor restroom, I heard the shower running. Somebody else slept late, too! As I turned the corner into the gang shower room, I surprised Philip, another guy who lived on my hall, who was the only one in the shower. Apparently, he had been in the middle of soaping up his privates, and was sporting quite an erection! He turned away from me in embarrassment and looked toward the wall. "Hey, Philip!" I said cheerily, as if I hadn't noticed anything. "Hey, Paul," he called back, still turned toward the wall. I started my shower, kind of chubbing a bit thinking about the fact that one of the guys on my hall was just a few feet away from me with a boner. That made me get a little harder, and I just let it rise. Hell, if Philip could bone up in the shower, I could, too! I started shampooing my hair, and that kind of took my mind off the fact that we were both horny freshman in the shower together, and it kept me from going full-hard. While I was rinsing the suds out of my hair, I kind of glanced over Philip's way, and noticed that he was looking at me. I didn't get more than a glimpse, and I didn't want to stare at him, so I just kept rinsing. He finished up and stepped out of the shower area and starting toweling off as I lathered up the rest of my body. "What are your plans for the weekend," I asked him. "Just studying," he called back as he dried off. "My roommate went home for the weekend, so I'll have some quiet time to get stuff done." (I kind of imagined how he might use that quiet time, too!) "Yeah, mine is spending the weekend with his girlfriend again, so I've got the place to myself, too." We both laughed in unison. "Here's hoping we get it all done!" I said with a smile. "See you," he said to me as he finished up and walked out. I finished up my shower, dried off and walked back to the room with my towel draped over my shoulder. Hardly anyone was here, and I was swaggering! I quickly changed into some clean clothes and decided to try and make it to the cafeteria before breakfast closed.
As I walked out my door, Philip was walking by. "Heading out for some grub?" I asked him. "Yeah, they stop serving in about 30 minutes." "Let's go together," I suggested. "Sure," he replied. So we walked from the dorm to the student center, just talking about how school was going, etc. He was a really nice guy, and I certainly had noticed that he was a well-equipped guy, too! Anyway, we got to the cafeteria, chowed down on some food, and then walked back together to the dorm. I really liked him, and was glad to make another friend in the freshman dorm. We got back to the dorm and met two more guys who were leaving for the weekend. The hall would be mostly empty! There's something about this time of the semester when people want a weekend away. Alas, not everyone can do that. As we rode up the elevator, Philip asked me what I was doing for the day. "I think I'm going to fire up League of Legends again and see if I can make any progress. I fell asleep playing last night." "I thought I was the only one who played that," Philip said. "No, I'm hooked," I replied. "We should fight online sometime," Philip said. "How about now?" I suggested. "Let me go get my laptop and I'll be right back," he said.
I opened up the room, and logged on to my laptop. In just a couple of minutes, Philip was back, and he set up his laptop next to mine on the desk. "What's your username?" he asked. I kind of stopped in my tracks, took a gulp, and told him "PAULPRIK." He didn't bat an eye. "PHILPRIDE" was his. We connected online and started playing. He was actually pretty good! We went at it for at least an hour before he said, "let's take a break." We kind of kicked back for a second, and he said, "want to add a little buzz to this?" "What do you mean," I asked. "I got some sweet weed in the room if you want to amplify the experience." "Hell, yeah!" I replied. We walked down to his room at the end of the hall. He closed the door, and laid a towel down on the crack at the bottom. He opened up the windows and turned on a small fan. Then he reached into a drawer and brought out a nicely-rolled joint. "Let's," he said with a smile. We toked up, being careful to exhale out the open window. We weren't halfway through the J before I was lit up. "This is good stuff," I said. "Yeah, I agree." We both took a couple of more tokes, then decided to go play some more. Philip sprayed the room with air freshener, and left the fan on. We walked back to my room. "This will add a new dimension to our effort," he said with a smile. And it did. I actually think it slowed down the pace of our efforts, as we were both definitely in another dimension!
We played for a few more minutes, then decided to take another break. I looked in my mini-fridge, and luckily had two Cokes in there, so I grabbed them and we relaxed. I hooked up speakers to my phone and Bluetoothed some music while we sat and drank. Philip really was an attractive man. He was about six feet tall, about an inch taller than I was. He was thin, but didn't work out. He just had that natural kind of "fit" body. He had dark brown hair that was kind of medium length. We had hung out before in a group but hadn't spent much time together individually. He had on a pair of white tennis shorts and a white t-shirt. I noticed that both his arms and legs were kind of hairy. We talked about where we came from, why we chose this university, what our majors were, etc. What we didn't talk about was girlfriends. He didn't ask, and I didn't either. We continued to sip our cokes. I had a new music video that I had downloaded, and I streamed it to the flatscreen on the edge of the desk. As we both sat and watched it, Philip slouched back in his chair, obviously buzzed from the joint. As he did, I noticed that he had quite a bulge in his shorts! My eyes hadn't deceived me in the shower this morning. I settled back, too, hoping that my peripheral vision didn't cause me to bone.
Out of the blue, Philip asked, "what kind of porn do you watch?" I was a bit shocked and I guess my body language showed that. "Well, you obviously caught me this morning in the shower, so I didn't finish. Now I've got a good buzz, and I hate to waste it." He looked at me with a shit-eating grin. I guess he had caught my vibes! So I said, casually, "I like amateur stuff mostly." "Me, too," he said. "You ever look at Chaturbate?" "Yeah," I answered. "Hasn't everybody?" We both chuckled. "Do you mind if I stream it right now, or would you rather I go back to my room?" While I didn't want to seem too eager, Philip had shared some awesome weed with me, and I was really buzzed. If he was in the mood to play, why should I stop him? "Sure, go ahead," I said to him. He got on his laptop and logged on to the site. Before he streamed to the flatscreen, he said, "let me run take a piss. I'll be right back." And he left the room. I couldn't help myself. He was logged on to Chaturbate, using the same username as for "League." I just had to look at the sites that he followed. I clicked on the tab, and saw about forty sites. Most were men! A few were couples. None were of women. My heart started beating faster and my cock chubbed up a little bit more. I quickly clicked back to the main Chaturbate site before Philip could see that I had looked at who he followed. It was good timing. He was back seconds later with a soft tap on my door.
Philip sat on the chair, and immediately started searching for a broadcaster. The first one he picked was a college-aged couple. They were sitting next to each other on a bed. She was in bra and panties, and he was naked, but not hard. "I've watched these two before," Philip said, as he leaned back in his chair. "They make hot love together." He leaned back in his chair as we watched. Before long, the couple started making out, and it soon turned to heavy petting. As the guy started feeling the girl's breasts through her bra, he started to get hard. "Man, he really likes that," Philip murmured. He reached down and rubbed himself through his shorts, never taking his eyes off the screen. I started to get hard, too, watching Philip get turned on. On screen, the woman reached behind herself and undid her bra. As her breasts came free, the guy started licking and sucking on them. His cock was now rock hard, and she reached over and grabbed it and started stroking it. On screen, they both moaned. Philip moaned too as he continued to rub the front of his tennis shorts. From the bulge that was showing, it was obvious he was hard, too. On screen, the guy laid back the girl and slipped her panties off. He bent down and started licking her pussy lips. She was squirming on screen, and the guy's cock was standing straight up. Next to me, Philip continued to rub his bulge.
The guy pulled the girl's legs up onto the bed, and straddled over her, positioning himself to fuck. He pointed his cock at her spread crotch and eased his way inside her. Philip moaned beside me and went from rubbing to squeezing himself. As the guy onscreen plunged all the way in and began a rhythmic fucking, Philip was openly stroking himself through his shorts beside me. Realizing I had nothing to lose, I said to Philip, "go ahead and get it out." Within seconds, Philip had unhooked and unzipped his tennis shorts and kicked them off. He had on a pair of boxerbriefs that he slid down next. Now sitting naked in the chair except for his t-shirt, Philip openly started stroking his rock hard cock. He kind of looked over at me and said, "don't make me do this alone." So I slipped off my shorts and briefs and joined in.
On screen, the guy was pummeling the girl, and she was squirming as she was being fucked. Philip was also squirming in the chair next to me as he stroked himself. "This is so hot," he said. "Thanks for letting me do this. Glad you are joining in." How could I not? The scenario was so horny! Two cuties fucking on screen and Philip beating his meat beside me. I got into a similar stroking rhythm as Philip continued to beat off. Occasionally, he turned his eyes away from the screen and watched me as I stroked. Then he turned back to the screen and beat off furiously. "I am so stoned," Philip said with a smile. "Me, too," I said. (At least I had some plausible deniability!) We both continued to watch the screen and watch each other, fucking and masturbation in every direction. As the moans on screen got louder, Philip's tempo got faster. I looked over at him as he started to tremble. "Oh, man, I am gonna shoot my load," he said with a tremor in his voice. "Do it," I said. He reached down with his free hand and pulled his t-shirt up. "Here it comes," Philip cried out. Gob after gob of hot spunk squirted out of his cock onto his stomach. He closed his eyes in pleasure. I was more quiet, but reached the same conclusion. I shot one big rope of cum up into the air and on the floor, and the rest dribbled over my hand. We both sat there milking the last of our orgasm as on screen the guy pulled his cock out and shot all over the girl's tits as she screamed out in ecstasy.
Philip and I both sat there for a minute as the absolute pleasure subsided. What a mess we had made! I grabbed some tissues and handed them to Philip, and used some to do my own initial cleanup. Then Philip said, "to hell with it," and took off his t-shirt and wiped up the rest of the mess. I was able to clean off most of my cum with the tissues. As the guy and girl onscreen finished up their show and waved good-bye to their viewers, Philip, as if nothing had just taken place, said "let's do another round of League." So we both sat there, him completely naked, and me only in a t-shirt, and played for another 30 minutes or so. Then Philip got up and stretched, his junk bouncing out in front of him, and said, "well, guess it's time to get some stuff done!" I smiled at him and said, "I dare you to walk back to your room naked." He said, "deal!" He gathered up his clothes and his laptop and went to the door, I opened it and looked up and down the hall. It was completely empty. So Philip went out into the hall and proudly walked naked toward his room. He turned and said, "we'll have to do that again sometime." At the end of the hall, he opened his door and went inside. I went back into the room, gathered up all of the cummy tissue and put it in the trash can. The smell of cum permeated the air. I put on my clothes and took the trash can down to the bathroom. I stepped into one of the stalls and began flushing all of the tissue until the trash can was empty. Then I washed my hands and went back to my room.
"This really did happen!" I thought to myself. "And he wants to do it again!" I smiled at the thought and lay down on my bed. I was still buzzed and drifted off into a nap. In my dreams, I saw cum spurting out of Philip's cock.