I decided to add another few segments of my memory of my sophomore time at university and the hot guys I played around with. So here's another piece with Johnny and another dorm-mate.
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I finished my workout and was so pumped with the rush and the looks I'd stolen of my own body in the mirrors that I didn't dare shower in the gym showers – it was taking all my concentration to keep from popping a raging bone. Narcissist you say? Maybe. But it was a month into my fall term at university, and in just that time of working out every day, my body's tone was BACK. Being roommates with a ripped, corded hunk was great inspiration.
I'd given myself the summer off from the gym because I was doing so much outside anyway – blading, long sweaty runs, beach volleyball, baseball, basketball, you name it, but any time I had available when I wasn't working, I was outside and active. In fairness, my body hadn't suffered much by not going to the gym, but I'd leaned out even more, and struggling to keep muscle on my tall, lanky frame was a full-time effort.
The warm, humid air outside the gym hit me but still cooled my sweaty skin. I jogged back to the dorm and up the stairs, just because my body was so buzzed I needed to MOVE my body. I went through our room, kicking off my stinking sneakers, and in to the bathroom we shared with the two guys in the room next to ours and stripped off my sweat-soaked muscle shirt, workout shorts and jock strap. I bent over and pulled off first one sweaty sock, chucking it out into our room, then the other. As I was about to stand upright again, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I couldn't help but to stop, slow my movements and enjoy the ripple and roll of my lean muscles, particularly my defined abs and my shoulders and biceps. Not a musclehead by anyone's definition, but completely ripped.
I'm not sure how long I was standing there, moving my body slowly, gazing at my form in the mirror. I know I wasn't aware of anything else until our bathmate from next door burst in.
"What was it Oscar Wilde said?" he asked, reaching into the shower and turning it on.
"Who?" I asked lamely, feeling caught in my self-adoration. I was afraid to look in the mirror to see if I was blushing . . . and where.
"Oscar Wilde, bro," MacKenzie said, having started shucking his own sweaty t-shirt. I couldn't help but enjoy the sight of him undressing. He was a thick, muscular football player, who was destined to be a star on the playing field, and his furred mounds of muscle were entrancing. "What, bro?" he asked, having noticed me looking at him.
Caught . . . definitely. That time I didn't have to wonder if I blushed – I knew it. And I couldn't think of a thing to say other than the truth. "You look awesome," I said, and the truth of it caused me to say it in an almost awed voice.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA," MacKenzie laughed loud, but with a great smile. "Thanks, bro. Question is, is my bod or yours the more awesome?"
I started to say something, but lost track of my thought when he stripped off his shorts and boxer briefs, which I noticed were as soaked with sweat as my jock strap, which was laying on the counter in front of me. MacKenzie then stood up next to me at the other sink and flexed his biceps. "C'mon, bro, let's do this!" And with that, he turned slightly, bringing his one arm down to flex his triceps and looking into the mirror with a vicious growl.
I couldn't help but laugh. And then I joined in, and we mugged and posed and showed off our bodies. At some point he got as excited as I already was, and his fat dick was hard and pointed skyward. Gradually my eyes wouldn't leave his cock and big balls swinging under it as he moved from one pose to another, growling the entire time.
My own cock was hard and straight out in front of me, and at the point that my peripheral vision noticed a drop of sweat fall from his dark, curly pit hair and drip to the floor a glob of precum emerged and fell from my cockhead, as if it was blasted out.
MacKenzie gave a burst of laughter and swatted my cock with his big paw. Whether he intended it or not, another glob of precum burst forth and out, and the way he swatted my raging bone, that precum drop splatted against the mirror.
I was dying. I had no idea what the fuck was going on, and it was all I could do not to bury my face in MacKenzie's sweaty pits and see to it that the rest of his sweat was not wasted on the floor. I was holding my breath because I didn't trust myself to do or say anything – hell as turned on as I was before he started flaunting his naked body at me, I might just blast my nuts right now! And then I saw that MacKenzie was just looking at the plop of pre on the mirror as it had started to drip down with something looking like fascination.
He caught me looking at him in the mirror and looked up at my reflection. "Bro," he started, but he didn't say anything else.
The steam was swirling around us in the bathroom from his running shower. Too many thoughts were swirling around in my head – both heads! – but one that kept coming back was a hope that he wouldn't get into that shower until I'd licked his sweat off him.
We just stood there, and I'd had to start breathing or die, but my breaths were shallow. MacKenzie stood there breathing huskily. Our eyes were still locked in the mirror. And then he surprised the hell out of me by reaching out and swiping his finger over the glob and drip of my pre from the mirror and held his finger up. "I've always been very jealous of guys who leaked easily," he said in a lower voice than I'd ever heard him up until the aborted "Bro" of before.
"Comes in handy," I replied lamely.
MacKenzie was rolling it between his index finger and big thumb, looking transfixed as he spread it over his fat fingertips. Without looking away, he asked, "But you're intact, so you don't need it to beat off, right?" And only after he'd said it and there was another beat of silence, he looked down at my raging, dripping hardon, with my skin just coming to my tip.
"Yeah, but I was thinking of something a lot more fun than beating off," I told him with an intense look.
MacKenzie's breath caught. "Bro," he started again, and again he stopped.
"Yeah? What?" I pushed.
"I, uh, well, I'm not, you know," he stammered.
"Not what, bud?" I asked, looking down at his precummy fingers with a sly smile. When MacKenzie looked pained for an answer, I pushed harder. Looking down at his hardon, I said, "Oh, you meant you're not uncut like I am." I was grinning at him.
"Uh, right, yeah," he agreed uneasily. The steam continued to swirl. I held MacKenzie's gaze. He gulped.
I felt and then looked down and confirmed that I had a glob of precum hanging off my hardon. When I looked back at MacKenzie, his eyes were on my cock and the pre. "Go ahead," I said softly. And when he looked up to me with a semi-helpless look, I said, "Go on, nobody has to know."
MacKenzie didn't move at once, but after a bit he took his hand with the precum on his fingers and slowly moved his hand toward my cock.
I turned slightly to face him, and the movement was just right to push the tip of my cock into his hand. When it made contact his entire body jerked. He wasn't moving, so I moved and rubbed my slimy cockhead against his hand.
"Bro," he moaned, looking at me intently.
I didn't know which way this was falling, and I didn't know if I wanted to push him or not. Who the fuck was I kidding? I wanted this prime beef!
I reached down and guided his hand by the wrist until my slimy cockhead was in the palm of his hand. He moaned uneasily but didn't grasp it, so I moved my hand enough to pull his hand closed around my cockhead. "Just rub it and feel how my skin moves." As I said it I was pushing my head in his hand.
"Bro," he said, and I was expecting the same as before, but he continued. "This is just two horny bros nothing else, right?"
FUCK YEAH! I had him. I reached over and took hold of his hardon with a full grip. He shuddered and grasped my cockhead. "Yeah, MacKenzie, this is just two horny bros taking care of each other, nothing else," I answered, rubbing him slowly and watching his eyes go blurry with pleasure.
He had started rubbing my cock, tentatively, and was rubbing my skin back and forth. It felt good, that's for sure. I put my hand up and spit in it and then went back to his cock, rubbing and stroking the length of him. When I reached down and took hold of his sweaty nuts and rubbed them, he moaned, "OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
"BINGO!" I said, rubbing his length and giving his balls some more work.
"Bingo?" he moaned, gripping my cock in confusion but powerless to not enjoy my work on his cock and nuts.
"Yeah . . . fucking . . . that's what the precum is great for." He just looked at me. "For lube . . . to shove this," and I gave him a special tug, "Into my tight hot ass and fuck me until you blow your nutload."
His eyes were wide, but his hand was grasping my throbbing prick tighter than ever. "Bro, I don't know."
I cupped his nuts and massaged them, and his eyes rolled. "Dude, just go with it. A hole's a hole, and this," I said, gripping his hardon, "Needs a hole, doesn't it MacKenzie?"
"Bro, fuck man," he moaned and was rubbing my cock again.
"Yup that's it. You're going to fuck and drain your nuts."
I slowly turned around and planted my hands on the counter and pushed my ass out. I guided his hand, slick with my pre, to my ass. MacKenzie pulled back but not very forcefully, and I maintained my grip on his hand and brought it to my hairy crack. "Now slick up my hole with that pre, and then you do what you need to with it."
His breathing was heavy, and his hand was trembling, but he was running it over my hole and crack. "Yeah, that's it, MacKenzie, grease me up and get me ready," I said, pushing back and gyrating so his slick fingers pushed against my pucker. I reached down and took a handful of more of my pre and swiped it against my hole and then pushed his fingers in and pushed back onto them.
"OH MAN!" he groaned.
"Yeah, Mac, work it in so you can FUCK me!" I encouraged him, rubbing my hole around on his fingers.
"Fucking TIGHT, bro. I've never—" He stopped, but he didn't need to finish.
"Just close your eyes and think of the tightest, hottest pussy you've ever fucked," I told him and clenched my assmuscles around his fingers.
I reached around and pulled him by his cock so that he was moving behind me. MacKenzie did the rest and positioned himself behind so that I could pull on him and rub his cock into my crack and against his hole. He pulled his fingers out, and I pushed back and held his cock steady and pushed myself onto his head. "HOLY FUCK!" he exclaimed.
I let go of his cock and replanted my hand on the counter and pushed back into him. "FUCK ME!" I ordered.
MacKenzie had his eyes closed but he pushed forward with a long "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" as his cock shoved his cock into me.
I gripped him hard, eliciting another loan moan from him, and then I started fucking myself on his cock. His eyes were closed, his head back in pleasure as I humped myself on his rod. "C'mon, MacKenzie, I know you want to fuck, so FUCK ME!"
He suddenly SLAMMED himself into me DEEP and began pumping me hard. "OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK YES!" I shouted, and he went in harder. MacKenzie grabbed my shoulders from behind with each of his hands and began to really pump me, his furry cut groin slamming into my ass.
I looked up into the mirror and was surprised to see he had his eyes open, watching my face. I planted my gaze against his in the mirror and pushed back into his thrusts and clenched hard with every stroke.
"C'mon, bro, FUCK ME HARDER. I want your fucking nutload!" I taunted him.
MacKenzie's face went determined, and I felt his grip on my shoulders tighten, and then he was SLAMMING my ass even harder. His face showed his teeth gritted, and the sound of his groin slapping into my ass was almost as hot as his growls and my groans of pleasure.
I took one hand and reached through my legs and got hold of his balls and pulled them HARD on his in-stroke. "OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he shouted.
"YEAH, stud, fuck me and give me this load!" I taunted him, giving his sweaty balls another yank.
"GGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" he growled and fucked me even harder. "You are SO going to TAKE it!" he growled.
"OH FUCK YEAH!" I shouted. "GIVE IT TO ME!"
His cock was even harder inside me, and his balls were pulling up despite my firm hold on them, and I knew I was about to get what it was I wanted. I clenched harder with my ass and yanked at his balls more insistently, showing him what I wanted BAD!
"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!" he was yelling through panting breaths, and I felt him begin to unload in me and clenched as hard as I could on his cock.
"OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS!" I cried out as his cock pumped my fuckhole full of his juice.
When MacKenzie finally stopped slamming me, and his balls had finished unloading, he slumped forward against my back. I could feel his sweaty chest heaving, his sopping fur rubbing against my arched back muscles. He was heavy against me, but he felt good.
"Jeeeeeeez, bro," he gasped.
"Nope, just your dormmate Mads," I joked.
He chuckled against my back. And then he suddenly realized he was slumped against me, and he pulled back. "Sorry, bro," he said as he stepped back self-consciously.
I turned around and gave him the once over, again enjoying the fantasy of licking the sweat off him. FUCK he was sexy!
MacKenzie, however, was looking down at my still-raging cock. He even unconsciously licked his upper lip with the tip of his tongue. The steam was still swirling, but with the bathroom doors open it was hovering around the ceiling and not sticking. It was warm, and we'd renewed our sweat while we were fucking.
I took hold of my raging bone and began to pump it slowly full length, facing him. "Mmmmmmmmmm," I moaned.
"You gonna jack it out, bro?" he asked in a throaty voice.
"You offering to do it for me, bro?" I asked with an inviting grin.
He looked down at my skin rolling over my shaft in my hand. But he made no move.
"Tell you what I want, MacKenzie," I ventured. He looked up at me uncertainly. I took a step toward him, forcing him backward against the shower stall until he couldn't back up any farther, and my cock was in his stomach. I reached out and took hold of his muscular arm and slowly, with only a bit of a shiver from MacKenzie, pulled it up until it was above his head. "I want to lick the sweat off you, MacKenzie," I told him. "And I don't care if you stroke me off or if I do while I lick your sweat," I finished, leaning forward and pushing my face into his pit.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned, as my tongue took a long swipe.
My own moan of ecstasy was almost as long and loud as his as I inhaled and savored the taste of his pittsweat. FUCK it was HOT!
Apparently MacKenzie enjoyed it because his moaning continued as I continued lapping at his pit and up his neck and across his shoulder, tasting him, enjoying him. I also felt his cock stirring against my thigh.
With my other hand – my left was still holding his wrist behind his head – I guided his hand to my throbbing cock. MacKenzie moaned louder when he had me in hand, and he restarted his stroking. He was deliberate about rubbing his hand over my head and smearing my free-flowing precum all over my hardon.
I bent down some and went to work on MacKenzie's hairy pec and nip, and his stroking of me became more insistent, along with his moans. He started rotating his hand as he went up and down my shaft, now slicked enough to enable it. And then he'd rotate his grip around my gorged cockhead, making my knees weak from the stimulation.
I suckled at his nipples – first one, then the other – and bit and chewed them, testing his response and enjoying his gasps and louder moans. And my cock was burning hot in his really masterful grip.
I felt my balls start to boil over very suddenly, about the time I buried my face in his other sweaty pit and he'd changed hands. His right hand obviously was even better at it than his left had been. "OH FUCK I'm about to cum, MacKenzie."
His grip got tighter, and his strokes faster, and he clamped his big paw down onto the back of my head and pushed it harder into his left armpit. That did it, and with a loud, long "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I began to blast my seed.
And to my amazement, his cock began blasting again against my thigh. "AWWWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he cried but never stopped stroking me as he bucked through his own second climax.
It was finally too much for me, and I pulled free of him. "WHOA, dude, that was fucking awesome!"
"Bro, fuck, I don't even know what to say!" he panted.
"Well, BRO," I teased him, "I know what to say. We need a shower!"
He looked confused and then got his wits. "Oh, yeah," he said.
"And you still have to tell me who that wild dude was," I said, opening the shower door and stepping in. Looking back out at him standing there, I added, "MacKenzie, you just fucked me, and then you jacked me off. Our cum is all over each other. You can get into the shower with me – it's the least un-BRO-like thing you'll have done all afternoon!" I finished with a laugh.
He laughed and stepped in with me and grabbed the soap. "Oscar Wilde was a notorious fag—er, sorry, a gay writer. He wrote that `to love oneself is the start of a lifelong romance' or something like that. It's what came to mind when you were enjoying the sight of yourself when I came in."
"I'm glad you came in. And I'm glad you CAME IN me!" I teased.
He laughed, uneasily, but he laughed. "Oh, and there was one other thing I should tell you."
Oh, I knew what was coming. I'm not gay.' This can't happen again.'
"I liked it when you called me `Mac'," he said, a little shyly.
I gave his balls a squeeze and told him, "I liked calling you Mac. Only when we're naked?"
He reached out and took hold of my balls and gave them a firm tug toward him so that our bodies were together, facing each other up close. He looked up at me. "ANY time you want!"
"FUCK YEAH!" I said, grinning at him. To myself I said, Damn, my second year here is going to be GREAT!
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