Jax's Hole
Forward: I've thought about writing this story for years. It's not as immediately sexy as some of the stories you've probably read on Nifty. The only consolation I have to offer is the assurance that absolutely everything I've written here is true. I've changed the names, and amplified the sex scenes a bit, but otherwise everything happened just as I have written it.
Chapter 1
I met Jax on move-in day at the start of my sophomore year of college. I had decided to move in to a brand-new dorm that featured "suites": 2 dorm rooms with a semi-private bathroom in between. This was a major step up from the 4-guys-to-a-room with one bathroom for the entire floor setup that I had my freshman year. I was so looking forward to it!
When I first entered my dorm, I noticed that both doors to the bathroom were open, and so I peeked into the other room to see if my dorm mate was in. He wasn't. I took the time to quickly glance around. He'd already unpacked, and I noticed a modest stereo in one corner, a load of CDs on a shelf above the bed, a coffee pot on the desk, a mini-fridge underneath, and a couple of posters of sports cars on the walls. About the only thing I saw unusual in my quick perusal were a couple of pairs of damp bikini-style Calvin Klein underwear drying on the window sill. It was pretty unusual, so I took a closer look. One pair was white, and the other dark red, both of them clearly well worn, and both size small. I took a quick guilty sniff of the undies, and managed to get a strong whiff of soap, and then a split second later, what might have been the salty smell of cum. Not certain if the smell was just my imagination running wild, I quickly put them back exactly where I found them, and then retreated back to my room, so that I wouldn't get caught.
Just as I was unpacking the last of my stuff, my dorm mate came home. A few seconds later, he came through the adjoining bathroom.
"Hey, you must be my new dorm mate. I'm Jax," he said cheerily, with a slight southern drawl, sticking his hand out.
"Hi, nice to meet you," I replied, "I'm Dave."
As we shook hands I gave him an instant looking over. He seemed to be around my age, 19, or maybe a year older, short, like me, about 5'6" or 5'7", really slim, with dark, straight, black hair, parted down the left side with a sleek sweeping look, olive green eyes, a cute pert nose, and a gorgeous smile with white, almost perfect teeth. He was wearing a white t-shirt and tan shorts and his legs were lightly tanned from the sun.
By contrast, my hair was sandy brown with short tight curls and I have hazel eyes. I was pretty slim too, with paler skin, and a pretty ordinary straight nose. Some of my friends, when they were being nice, said that I looked like a younger, shorter, Justin Timberlake, back when he was with 'NSync. When they weren't being nice, they just called me a dork. Although he wouldn't agree, I thought Jax looked a little like a shorter Logan Lerman.
As we chatted, I turned my gaydar on him to see what I could detect. Sadly, it registered 0. Total flat-line. Everything about Jax in that moment screamed, "straight," and I was a bit disappointed. Still, he was being friendly to me, and I thought that we'd be able to at least get along pretty well. Which would be about a million times better than last year's roommates. After talking for a little while, we both had things to do, and we said good bye for the rest of the day.
Monday morning, my alarm went off. I got out of bed groaning, and staggered into the bathroom to relieve myself and take a shower, so happy that this time I would have some privacy. I made sure to close the bathroom door leading to Jax's room and took a nice long shower. I was feeling super horny, so as I lathered up, I jacked off in the shower, using the soapy suds for lube. I missed jerking off in the shower, as it was something I hadn't been able to do all last year in the public shower. I have to admit, I fantasized about what Jax might look like underneath those shorts, with those skimpy bikini underwear on, and even what his dick might look like underneath. In no time at all, I was shooting cum across the shower, hitting the opposite wall, and my knees nearly buckled. Realizing that I was taking too long in the shower, I quickly washed down the cum from the shower room stall, then shut off the water.
Just as I opened the shower door to get out, Jax opened the bathroom door and strolled right in.
'Shit!' I thought. I had closed his door, but neglected to lock it. It never occurred to me that he'd walk right in while I was still in the bathroom!
He was carrying a cereal bowl and glanced at me with a half-smile on his face.
"Sorry," he said, looking at me from the bathroom mirror (damn it, why didn't it fog up!), "didn't mean to disturb you. I just needed to clean out my cereal bowl." He poured the milk into the sink and rinsed out the bowl.
Too shocked to say anything intelligent, I just mumbled, "No problem," and wondered what the hell to do. I just stood there in the shower with the door open and my still mostly hard cock sticking out, my face blushing a beet red. But Jax paid me no mind at all, finished cleaning his bowl, then walked out, leaving the door open.
I got out of the shower, quickly closed his door again, and proceeded to dry off. When I was finished, I opened Jax's door again, peeked into his room and said, "Bathroom's all yours!" then walked back into my room, leaving my side of the bathroom door open.
"Cool," Jax said. A few minutes later, as I was watching early morning TV, and finishing getting ready, I overheard Jax in the bathroom. I fully expected him to close my bathroom door, but I was secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of him before he did. To my complete surprise, I heard him open the shower door and turn on the water, and as I turned in that direction, caught a glimpse of his bare ass through the open door as he stepped into the shower.
My dick was instantly rock hard. I started trying to think of excuses to go back into the bathroom, but I couldn't think of any. Finally, I had an inspiration. I took off my shoes, and then moved my desk chair so that I could get a clear view of the bathroom, and then angled the TV so that I could watch it from where I was sitting. I acted as if everything was normal. A few minutes later, the water cut off.
Blushing furiously, I kept my head down and pretended to put my shoes on, while I looked over to the bathroom to watch Jax come out of the shower.
He was beautiful. There's just no other word for it. I gazed at his naked body from the corner of my eye. His skin was lightly tan, his chest slim and smooth, with smallish brown nipples. His belly was taut, and his belly button was an outie, with a little C-curve over it (swoon!). And when I saw his cock, I thought I was going to jizz on the spot. Although he was flaccid, it was still big. Definitely way bigger than mine. And thick. He had a large darkly colored head, and his balls were full and plump. Above his cock was a small, but thick bush of black pubes. He didn't have a treasure trail, which only served to make his pubes stand out even more.
As I started tying on my second shoe, Jax asked me, "So what's your first class today?"
"Huh?" I asked stupidly, looking up, surprised that he was talking to me.
"What's your first class today?" he repeated.
"Oh, um, Accounting 230," I mumbled, suddenly glad that I now had a perfect excuse to look at him directly. "What's yours?"
"English," he said, making a frowning face, "but it's not until 10."
As he said that, he raised his towel up to dry his hair vigorously, and I took the opportunity to stare openly at his dick, as it flopped heavily between his thighs.
As he finished drying his hair, I dropped my gaze, and he said, "I have coffee brewing in my room if you want some."
"Sure," I said, quickly tying up my last shoe. I thought Jax would put his underwear on at that point, but he didn't. He just put his towel up to dry, and walked back into the room completely naked, waving at me to follow him.
I stared at his butt as I followed him into his room. It was really small, nicely round, but not quite a "bubble butt." It was very smooth, with no visible hair, and prominent ass dimples on the side.
I entered his room, the scent of coffee strong in the air. He grabbed a mug from a shelf on his desk, poured me a cup, and handed it to me, saying, "I always have the coffee maker automatically start at 7am. It's like my alarm clock. Feel free to come in any time you want and help yourself. There's always more than I can drink."
I expected him to get dressed then, but he surprised me again by saying, "make yourself comfortable," then he walked naked back into the bathroom, again leaving the door open, and proceeded to brush his teeth. I stared at him openly, with only the coffee mug to hide behind. But it was like he didn't notice at all. Jax was completely unselfconscious about his nakedness.
I finished my first cup of coffee, then asked, "Mind if I get more coffee?" Not ready to give up watching Jax.
"Sure, as much as you want," he said, walking back into the room, having finished up in the bathroom.
He blew out a breath and then said, "Well, I guess I have to get dressed." He smiled at me and continued, "I hate clothes. If it were up to me, I wouldn't wear any."
That was when I realized that Jax had absolutely no tan lines. His skin was one smooth shade of lightly tan. Not the kind of dark tan of someone who lies out in the sun all day or goes to a tanning salon, but definitely a couple of shades darker than me, and without the tan lines I had on my arms and legs. My dick got rock hard again thinking about the possibilities of Jax being naked all semester long.
Jax walked over to his bed where the white pair of bikini undies I had seen before were now laying, and put them on, and I watched as he carefully tucked his full balls into the pouch and then laid his dick over on to the left side. As he finished, I could totally see the outline of his cock, and even the exact shape of his dick head as it bulged from his tiny underwear. Then I watched him carefully run his fingers through the leg holes to cover the perfect globes of his ass. My already hard dick got painfully harder, and I started leaking precum.
"So," I started, my voice suddenly husky and breathy, "why do you wear those tiny bikini briefs instead of boxers? Wouldn't they make you feel more naked?"
"I used to," he replied nonchalantly. "But I need the support because I keep accidentally sitting on my balls." We both laughed, as he grabbed another pair of shorts from a drawer and put them on.
"Well," I said, "I guess I better get going. Going to be late for class."
"Ok," He said, "have fun!"
I walked back into my room, hoping that he wouldn't notice my dick tenting my jeans. I really was leaking precum, and when I got into my room, I noticed the stain of it beginning to seep through my jeans. Shit, I really was going to be late for class. I quickly took my shoes off, stripped off my jeans and underwear, put on a fresh pair of both, and then quickly took off for class before anything else could happen.
I didn't see Jax for the whole rest of the day. By bed time, he still hadn't come home, which I knew because we still had both bathroom doors open, so that I'd be able to tell right away when he got home. Late at night, I furiously masturbated in bed, re-living everything that happened that morning, especially watching Jax's big, thick dick flopping back and forth between his legs as he dried his hair. I came twice before I was exhausted enough to finally fall asleep.
The next morning, my alarm woke me up. I got up and went to the bathroom, first to relieve my bladder, and then to poke my head through the open door to see if Jax had come home the previous night.
He had. He lay on his back, still asleep, his head turned away from me, and I could clearly see his morning wood tenting the sheet that he had pulled over his thin frame. From the view I had, it seemed like he must be sleeping naked, and I was determined to get a look at his boner. Just then, the coffee pot made a gurgling noise, and from the sudden smell of coffee in the air, I realized that it had just finished percolating a pot. I decided to make good on Jax's offer to come in any time for a cup. I strolled into his room as if I owned the place, grabbed a cup, and poured myself some coffee. I thought about making noise to wake him up, but I didn't have to.
Jax stirred, and I watched as he twisted his body underneath the sheet, and stretched and finally opened his eyes blurrily. I smiled and said, "Morning sunshine! I got myself a cup of coffee, hope you don't mind."
He smiled back and just said, "Hey." Then he pulled the sheet off himself and stood up, more quickly than I think I would have been able to, and I got my first good look at his hard on. Yah, okay, I had an obsession with his dick, it's true. But can you blame me?
There it was, sticking straight out from his body, rigid, and it was at least 7 1/2 inches long, maybe 8. Much bigger looking than my thinner 6 1/2 incher. On his small, frame, it looked freaking humongous. I think I drooled. He walked towards me, still partly asleep, almost half-drunkenly, his dick waving in the air, and smiled at me as he walked into the bathroom to take care of business. He still didn't close the door, but this time I didn't look. Instead, I walked closer to his bed and peered at the CD collection on a shelf above his bed.
As he walked back in, I glanced at him again. His dick was still half-hard, but not as much as before. Again, completely unselfconscious of the fact that he was naked, with a boner, he poured himself some coffee and walked over to me.
He asked, "Whatcha doin'?"
I said, "Just looking at your CDs. You have quite a collection of classic rock going on.
He nodded and said, "Yup."
"Talkative in the morning I see," I said smiling. He just smiled back and didn't say anything.
"Well," I said, "I guess I better take a shower." I walked back to my room, stripped out of my boxers, then walked back to the bathroom and started to shower. I was in my own little world there, slowly shampooing my hair when all of a sudden there was a knock on the shower door. I jumped in surprise, my heart suddenly thumping a million beats a second. Of course, through the semi-transparent door, I could see it was Jax.
"Do you mind if I share the shower with you? I have an early appointment today, and I need to get there as soon as I can," he said.
Dumbly, my mind still reeling in shock and surprise, I said, "Um, yah, sure, come on in."
With that, Jax opened the shower door and stepped into the shower with me.
"OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG," I thought, "What do I do now? What do I do now? What if I get a boner?" My mind was going nuts. I thought I might faint right there.
But Jax just said, "Switch with me so I can get wet." So we switched sides, and I watched as Jax wet his hair and his body. Then we switched again, and he handed me the bar of soap and said, "Wash my back?"
"Sure," I said, numbly. My heart still beating too fast, I quickly lathered up the soap and started rubbing my hands all over his back. When I got to his ass, I first lathered up the globes, and I was going to skip over his crack, but suddenly I got brave, and I just went for it, and rubbed my hand up and down his butt crack twice making sure it was clean. I quickly finished with his legs and said, "Your turn."
I was hard as a rock, but I refused to look down at either myself, or at Jax to see if he was hard. We switched places, and I handed him the soap, and he started washing my back. He worked quickly, but thoroughly, and when I felt his hands on my butt, I thought I had gone to heaven. He didn't stay there long, but he took the time to rub my butt thoroughly and then ran his hands several times over my butt crack, pressing quickly but firmly over my butt hole as he did. Then it was time to switch places again.
As the shower water was rinsing me off, I finally glanced down. Of course, I was rock hard, my cock pointing painfully straight up. Since I kept my pubes well trimmed, my cock jutted out into space, at full attention. I reddened in complete embarrassment. Then I looked at Jax. To my surprise, although he was semi-hard, he looked nowhere near as excited as I was.
Jax asked, "You ready for the front?"
I nodded mutely, not trusting myself to say anything. Part of me still couldn't believe this was happening. Jax soaped up my chest, and my arms, passed the soap under my armpits, rubbed my belly, and then matter-of-factly, grabbed my aching hard on and started soaping it as well. He held my dick firmly, but he didn't jack me, he just cleaned it as if it were any other body part. Then he massaged my balls, making sure they were properly lathered up, before bending down to continue on my legs. While he was down there, I thrust slightly forward so that my dick bounced off his head. I have no idea why.
"There, all clean," he pronounced as he stood back up, and we switched places again so that I could rinse off the soap. He was still barely half hard.
Confused at what seemed like mixed messages, I finally asked, "How do you do it?"
"Do what?" he said, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion.
"How do you rub a guy's ass, stroke his dick and massage his balls, and not be completely hard?"
He shrugged said, "I was in the Army for a couple years right out of high school. I saw more dick by 8am than most people see all day." He grinned.
I laughed and asked, "So you're straight then?"
He shrugged again, smiled his magic smile and said, "Yah, but I'm open too. I've had my share of dick. If it's someone I like."
Trembling, I softly asked, "Do you like me?"
His smile doubled, and it was like the sun shone down on me as he said, "Yah, I do."
I groaned, and closed my eyes and pleaded, "Then please, make me cum."
Without a word, he moved me so that I was out of the shower's spray, bent down, and took my dick in his mouth. He deep throated my cock, then pulled back slowly. With his right hand, he massaged my balls. With his left hand, he reached up and pinched one of my nipples. I have super sensitive nipples, and I almost lost it right then, but I held on. His mouth flew over my cock, covering it all over with his tongue. I looked down, my eyes half-lidded, and watched as he flicked his tongue underneath my head, and his right hand stroked his now fully hard cock. His eyes looked up into mine as his mouth engulfed my cock head, and he started focusing all of his attention on my knob.
With one hand I steadied myself on the wall, and the other I put on his head, guiding his head back and forth over my cock. In what seemed like a minute, I grunted and hissed, "I'm gonna cum!" I was going to pull out, but instead, Jax began to suck my dick harder, both hands now gripping my ass tightly. I yelled incoherently and I shot my load. Streams of my jizz shot down Jax's throat, and he swallowed and continued to suck, until, my knees almost buckling, I finally finished. Then he sucked hard on my cock, and with a pop his lips came off.
He stood up and began furiously jacking off. His dick looked enormous, seemingly too big for his small frame, the cock head bulging and purple, and a big blue vein ran the length of what was otherwise a thick smooth shaft. Not having the strength to do anything, I just stood there watching, panting. He wrapped both hands around his dick and stroked, then grabbed his big balls tightly as his hand flew back and forth over the length. He groaned and shot a big wad of cum, which flew through the air and landed right on my belly. Two more spurts of cum landed on me, while the rest of it dribbled over his hand, quickly washed away be the shower water, which had been going this entire time.
Finally, both of our chests heaving, Jax smiled broadly at me and said, "That was fun!"
Well, if you enjoyed this first chapter, and would like me to continue with what happened next, or have some constructive feedback, please drop me a line at jaxhole999 (at) gmail.com.