When Mitch went to his part time job, Kenny stripped naked. He wasn't that modest. He'd change clothes even if Mitch was in the room, sometimes dry himself more thoroughly after he showered down the hall.
Mitch wasn't embarassed nor was he modest either. It's difficult to be when you share a dorm room. They're small.
There's basically room for bunk beds or if you want, two single beds and the small writing desks. The damn desks are barely large enough to write on let alone have enough space for a desktop computer.
Mitch had one. Kenny had a laptop. So they took turns using his desk for non cmputer stuff. Kenny didn't mind. He usually sat on his bed crosslegged with the laptop searching the net or actually writing papers.
He liked it too because Mitch couldn't see the porn he found on the internet. He'd compare the hot guys he saw to Mitch. Both tall, broadshouldered like some farmboy who spent their youth lifting bales of hay. Mitch was from Philadelphia though. It didn't matter, the image of him shirtless, sweaty wearing jeans and boots while he lifted one hundred pounds of hay got Kenny hot and hard.
Mitch would do his schoolwork, unaware that his roommate was thinking about him that way.
So the evenings Mitch was lifting pizzas instead of hay, in his part time job, Kenny was naked laying on his bed. His toes waved as he enjoyed the sensations that his hands and his brain created.
A naked Mitch moved across the images he remembered from the Internet, high school, the summer he let the man down the block suck his cock and the Grouper twins teach him what a boy sandwich was.
His body ached for release but he refused, sometimes having to cover his erection with a towel and trot to the showers to let the cool water chill him.
And back to his bed again to search the Internet, to inhale Mitch's discarded jockstrap and stroke until his brain lost the battle and his bed was covered in droplets of his lust.
By the time Mitch returned after mopping the pizza parlor floor, Kenny was under the sheets displaying only his bare shoulders and chest as he read or slept or pretended to as he thought about Mitch coming into the room, stripping naked and sliding next to him.
"Nice boner man" Mitch would say even if there wasn't one he saw in Kenny's bed. Sometimes Kenny was awake and heard the remark checking to see if indeed his cock had betrayed him and aroused without his knowledge.
"Nice ass" Kenny responded. It was their way to say good night. Dorm roommates are lovers without the sex, without the love and without any expectations of privacy from each other.
Kenny had cum twice already that special night everything changed...or began to change.
He walked naked down the hallway. It was late, Mitch wasn't back from work yet. Thursday nights he worked late. The hallway was deserted and the blue lightbulbs illuminted the space that the one am curfew required.
Mitch and some other working students got waivers to come home late on school nights.
Kenny felt free, his slim, youthfully smooth body daring anyone to discover him. His spent penis dangled as recently sexed cocks often do. He tugged on it wondering what would happen if his freshman neighbors came into the hall and saw him hard.
The bathroom too was empty. He had heard stories about what happened in the showers at two am with the lights off. Guys joked and laughed about it but Kenny suspected there was some truth to the stories. One night, he didn't know when, he'd find out.
Mitch wasn't in the room they shared when he returned. He did pushups, then situps and other stretches. He didn't know why. But it felt good, his body felt alive, his cock certainly seemed to stay half full of blood.
The familiar websites bored him. He typed in keywords to see what others might appear. They did. He stretched his thigh muscles as he lay on the bed with his laptop on his chest. Mitch was back in his brain, so was Carl Yakomore from high school, his Uncle Roger, the one that was barely any older then he, then there was the teenage Explorer Scout who worked with his cub scout pack and Coach Shurble from the summer swim and diving team at the Y, Sammy the friend who jacked off with him at Bible Camp and smitty.
Smitty, his second cousin, who visited most of the past summer while he searched colleges. They hiked, swam, biked and slept together...not only in the same sleeping bag but the same bed.
The Grouper twins had only introduced him to what Smitty seemed expert at. And Kenny tried as many ways he could to explore ways to pleasure Smitty and find pleasure himself.
Then there was no dorm room, no professors, no schoolwork and not even worries about post college career. His cock tenderized by earlier handling towered above him like some growing appendage with a purpose only it knew about.
His muscle contracted and alternated. His thighs nearly charley hosed but stopped short of pain. His back ached. Kenny's stomch clinched so hard, Kenny saw definition he had only fantaszied about having when watching himself in the mirror on the back of their closet door.
There was the familiar fire inside his gut but instead of flowing like a ball of fire deeper and lower, it seemed to spread up and wide making his body feel totally on fire. He moved to his hands and knees milking himself like some farm animal...feeling the suggestive hand of some farmboy urge milk from his already empty tits that dangle below him.
Kenny stood near the window watching an occasional shadow move across the darkened campus as he continued to rub his cock. He couldn't stop, not even to walk from his bed to the window.
The room was dark. The familiar aroma of his and Mitch's clothing aroused him more. Not since the time Kenny found himself alone in the gym locker room in high school where he stripped naked and jacked off, did he feel himself so stimulated by the aroma.
He hadn't reacted when the locker room door opened. It wasn't until the voice said "sorry, didn't know anyone was here" that he heard the door close again. He finished that night wondering who had walked in and saw him standing there naked jacking off.
Kenny moved back to his bed and lay there alternating between a drive to see pleasure and the unpreventable pain he continued to inflict on his skin and his organs. He wiped sweat from his eyes.
He never sweat with he masturbated. It wasn't that hard an effort. The room was warm, they both kept it that way. He didn't know if his body could cum a third time. But he couldn't stop.
Hips moved on their own, his chest rose and fell with the continued gasping for air, his legs stretched taught, his buttocks flexed and he changed hands for awhile but returned to to use his usual hand..the left one..
He discovered the beauty of being left handed with Sammy who was right handed. They found they could face each other and handle things better. He liked that resting his head against his friends neck as they found their cocks showered each other with sperm again and again.
Kenny didn't hear the door open nor Mitch moving inside. It was as if his roommate had become part of his self sex once again, standing over him half naked and peeling his jeans down his thick legs leaving only the pouch of his jockstrap glowing like a white bag in the darkness.
"Nice boner" his voice rarely became part of these sessions. Kenny thought it was because of the third time action the prolonged anticipation of his orgasm, the agreededly wild but tiring session he was having.
"Here let me your arm must be tired" as if hearing his thoughts the image of Mitch reached out and replaced his hand. Kenny knew it didn't happen for real but the fantasy was actually wilder then others he had before.
It was as if his pre orgasm excitement had entered a new level, incorporating more physical interaction.
He begged the image to stop and then go harder and faster. He didn't beg for the finger that moved under him and into his butthole. He had done that to himself often after Smitty introduced him to the practice.
Kenny already knew the erotic pleasure that his ass provided. The Gribnor twins had shown him again and again that summer.
His body ached, his back arched and his toes clenched as the fire flowed through tubs in his body, up the length of his cock and out the already swolen slit. It landed but he didn't feel the heat as he did normally. His skin was so hot the sperm couldn't compare.
"Shit" he said out loud as the complex layers of muscles that composes a human not only unclenched but seemed to relax into limp tissure. It took awhile.
Kenny heard the noise and looked across the room. Mitch was there removing his jockstrap. He stood naked. Kenny wished he was still hard, that he had the nerve, that he would go to his roommate and offer him the pleasure he had experienced.
"Nice ass" he muttered.
Mitch turned. "When are you going to stop saying that and do something about it?" he was smiling.
"How's your boner?" he asked.
Kenny realized it was still waving above him. "Shit, i just jacked and it's still hard" he said.
"You mean I jacked you and you're still hard" Mitch stood there tugging on his own dick. Kenny had seen it before but that evening in the grayness of their dorm room it looked different.
"You? I thought that was a uh fantasy" Kenny stammered.
"Yea you owe me one" Mitch said. His cock was growing.
Kenny sat up on his bed. His nights of fantasy had become real and he didn't realize it.
Mitch moved closer.
"How about now?" his cock pointed at Kenny.
He was being offered the cock he had fantasized about since they first met.
"How about something different?" Kenny said and without Mitch's response he wrapped his lips around the cock that faced him. He had to bend down a bit, stretch out his neck to reach it and move to his knees on the hard floor...it all hurt.
It hurt good.