Horny in the Dorms

By Hitch Bolen

Published on Aug 15, 2017

Gay

Horny in the Dorms

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Chapter 32

During the lunch break in the tournament, Danny and I sat together in the university's cafeteria. He'd pulled a team tee over his singlet, and a pair of loose shorts, but still had the look of a sweaty wrestler about him. His head was wet and sticking up slightly, tiny droplets of sweat across his forehead. We mostly ate in silence, as he was still warm from his wrestling matches, and I was exhausted by running up and down the stairs from the gym to the locker room. We dove into our food: burgers and chips.

"You saw that guy wrestling against Mattie just before we came up?" he asked.

"Yup. Huge and, like, carved from obsidian. Man, I'd love to get him in the drawing studio."

"He was fast too," Danny added. "I think Mattie held his own, but the score was so close, I wasn't sure who'd come out on top."

"Did he lose?" I asked.

"Yes. And he's going to be mad tonight. He hates losing worse than anyone I know."

"We'll have to find a way to cheer him up when we get back to the motel," I winked at Danny. He tucked one hand into his shorts and adjusted himself, a little too obviously.

"Hmm. Not wearing my jock strap makes things feel pretty wonderful. Nice and loose and free," Danny added.

"I thought you had your singlet on still?"

"I do, but its pretty stretchy, and I can pop my junk out the leg opening, see?" He pulled the shorts leg opening back to flash me his dick.

"Dude, you're making me so horny right now, and I got to get back to work soon..." I whined.

"No problema, roommie. You just hold that thought." He stretched out his legs under the tiny little table, and pushed my legs apart. His feet were bare, as he'd just worn flip flops, and kicked them off.

"Uh, dude, there are, like, tons of people in the cafeteria!"

"I know, that's what makes it kind of exciting, right?" Danny smiled warmly at me as he adjusted his seat so his feet could reach my side of the table more easily. I pushed myself closer to the table, so my crotch was closer to Danny too. His feet were pressing against my crotch, and rubbing my already swollen cock.

"I see you are ready to go, dude!"

I just closed my eyes slightly and moaned as his big toe dug against my thigh and into my shorts, where it found my dick head already wet with precum.

We both stopped pretending to eat and just gripped opposite side of the table. I leaned back in my chair, but pressed my abs to the edge of the table.

I reached down to my crotch and released my cock from the confines of the loose shorts, Danny's feet expertly began to rub and play with my balls, then suddenly Danny acted like he'd dropped something, and ducked under the table. In a flash his warm mouth was slobbering on my rod. His face pressed tightly against my lap. I leaned forward and bent over my plate, trying to defect attention by looking like I was really into something on my tray. I could hardly believe this was happening! We'd never done anything remotely this public before, and my heart was pounding.

I glanced sheepishly around the other nearby tables and no one seemed to be paying the slightest attention, so I put my head down and tried to enjoy the awesome blow job I was getting under the table. Danny didn't seem to be making the slightest effort to keep it quiet either. I could hear his wet slurping action clearly, so I grabbed my soft drink and made some noise with the straw.

The rapid movement of my roommate's lips and tongue against my cock was beginning to produce that warm tingly feeling the lets you know this is going to end well, and I tightened my thighs against his head slightly to alert him. He pushed back with his hands, one on each thigh as he pushed his face even deeper onto my dick. He backed off a second, took a deep breath, and went back down on my cock until his forehead was firmly pressing against my belly, so that my entire shaft was down his throat.

After a few more sucking moves, I felt a hand slip under my balls and I could feel him exploring my root, brushing roughly against my anus. It startled me, and I gasped a little louder than I meant to. I was thinking about how just an hour earlier that hunky wrestler had plunged his ass onto my rigid cock and taken his pleasure from me, and now Danny's mouth was feeding on my cock, still dripping with man juice.

I looked around and all the other cafeteria tables were filling with people, and it seemed no one could even see Danny between my knees. The feeling was incredible and I began to feel the start of an oncoming orgasm. Just then, Danny's one finger found my hot, wet hole and pressed up and into me, and that did it. I was over the point of no return, and the waves of pleasure forced me back in my seat, my hands both slapped down on the table to keep from pushing my self completely over and Danny began to receive my fresh load of cum. His face was pressed so close to my lap that his head seemed to be part of me. I pumped my load down into his waiting mouth and tried to keep from screaming out loud.

When the exstacy abated, Danny appeared back in his seat, his face red and happy. He licked his lips and wiped some cum from the sides of his mouth onto a finger which he then consumed. It was so hot.

I looked at my lap, and saw my cock, still hanging from the leg opening in my shorts, a little dribble of cum hanging from the wet, red cock head that was now slowly softening.

I grabbed my paper napkin and tried to discretely wipe myself off. The sticky napkin then ended up on the top of my tray, which I imagined was going to land in the dish room where some student worker would have to sort it out.

We headed back down to the gym, where there were a few more matches to get ready for. Danny was headed for the bleachers where he would sit until it was his turn again, and as he turned to go, he smirked and said, "You're leaking, bud," and casually pointed to my crotch, where, sure enough, a wet cum stain was on my shorts, but also a wet streak running down my inner thigh toward my knee. I could hold the clipboard in front of my crotch, but reaching down to my knee to wipe that would have to wait.

Next: Chapter 33


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