Roommates Who Rub Together...

Roommates Who Rub Together...

by Ian Roark

( M/M, mast )

Disclaimer: The usual rules apply. The following story is purely fictional, and contains material of a gay male nature - so if you're under the legal age in your region or you find this sort of carrying-on offensive, read no further. Any similarity in plot or resemblance to a real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. While you are free to make a personal copy, no copy of this manuscript may be published, copied, posted to another web site, or otherwise disseminated without express permission from the author.

Feedback is, as always, very welcome. Feel free to send it to [ ianroark@hotmail.com ]. And thanks to my own bud for nudging me to give this a shot. I feel obliged to warn the rest of you that if you want hardcore stuff, you're not going to find it here; but if you get into the idea of guys jacking off together, well, I hope you like it!

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"Uhhhh!"

Robin slumped back onto his pillow, sides heaving as he closed his eyes and gradually caught his breath. One hand - the one that wasn't squeezing his softening dick - lazily traced symbols in the puddle of cum on his chest. He felt his heartrate begin to slow, and a sudden wave of sleepiness hit him. Lazily, Robin opened his eyes and glanced at the clock. Just after one am. Move-in wasn't until noon tomorrow and he had the car packed already, so he could sleep in a while tomorrow before going to campus.

He was going to have two roommates, he knew that much. Tim and Brent. He'd tried corresponding with them a couple of months back, when the school sent out e-mail addresses. Tim had written a couple of nice e-mails. Brent just asked "are u bringing a t.v.?" Hopefully he'd be friendlier tomorrow. After all, Robin was bringing the TV.

Thinking about his roommates-to-be threatened to keep Robin's mind buzzing and awake, so he turned his mind to other topics. Had he gotten everything packed? He'd gone through all his drawers and - no no no, that was even worse. He'd never get to sleep if he tried to figure that out. Uh... the sound of the breeze outside. That was good. A nice gentle, relaxing breeze.

Robin fell asleep before he could even pull the covers over his bare, sticky chest.

Almost twelve hours later, Robin dropped his first box outside the door to his new dorm room. It had taken him a while to find a parking spot - the campus was crazy, full of incoming students and their many many cars - but, all things considered, he'd made good time, and he had his mother to help him carry. Hopefully he wouldn't be the last one to arrive at the room. If there were bunk beds, no way was he taking the top one.

Key in lock. No, wait, the door was already cracked. Push.

Robin peered cautiously around the opening door. On the far side of the room was a bed...already made...covered in piles of folded clothes. And at the foot of the bed, there was a roommate. T-shirt, jeans, shortish dark hair. He was starting to turn around. Robin prepped his biggest smile as he grabbed his box from the floor and lugged it into the room. Roommate number one - and only, so far, judging from the emptiness of the rest of the room - smiled back.

"Hey," he said. Friendly voice.

"Hey," replied Robin.

"Welcome to Stevenson," said the guy. "I'm Tim. You must be... Brent?"

"Close, I'm Robin." He dropped the box on the floor, glanced at the rest of the room - bunk beds! - and walked over to shake Tim's hand.

Tim shook his head in mock shame. "Fifty-fifty chance, figured I'd take a shot. It's nice to meet you." He had a large hand, and a nice firm grip. A warm, friendly handshake. Robin decided to take that as a positive sign.

"It's nice to meet you too," he replied. Tim had incredibly bright blue eyes, Robin noticed. Not icy, or penetrating, just bright. They were kind of hypnotic. He tried not to stare.

"I hope you don't mind me taking this bed. If you really want it..."

"Uh, no, not at all." Robin shook his head to emphasize the point. "As long as I don't have to be on the top bunk, I'm cool."

"Do you need any help?" asked Tim, glancing at the box on the floor. Robin smiled and started to reply, but a thumping from the corridor stopped him.

A woman entered the room carrying a crate; Tim and Robin turned to look at her, but she was too focused on not tripping over Robin's box to pay attention to them. "I've brought up your underwear," she said. "You might want to get some new ones, these are a little bit -"

"Mom," said Tim pointedly. She looked up.

"Oh dear, I've embarrassed you," she said, noticing Robin. "You must be Tim's roommate." Robin introduced himself, and small talk commenced as Tim's mother promptly forgot about embarrassing her son and started dumping his underwear out on the bed. Robin found out they were from Georgia; Tim, at 5'9", was taller than his father; and they had searched for weeks to find him a green bedspread.

"Honey," called a voice as the door began to open, "I thought maybe I should bring up your underwear first so you can start arranging your - oh!"

"Mom, meet Tim and his mom," said Robin. He and Tim exchanged wry smiles as their mothers shook hands. And compared their sons' underwear. (They both liked boxerbriefs, apparently. Tim and his mother were then subjected to the tale of how he had decided to switch from briefs when he was 14 and then spent the next week tugging uncomfortably at his crotch.) Eventually - but, unfortunately, before the ground could open up and swallow Robin - everyone got back to the task of unpacking.

"Oh, here's the picture of you and Lynne at the prom," smiled Tim's mother, pulling out a framed photograph. "Do you want it on your desk?"

"Sure," nodded Tim, taking it from her and setting it on the top shelf. Meanwhile, Robin and his mother worked on getting his own bed made - on the bottom bunk, of course. Tim's mother squawked with surprise upon seeing his green bedspread.

"I picked it up the other day at Wal-Mart," Robin grinned slyly.

Several hours later, all of his boxes were unpacked and the most important things had been put away. Tim had finished earlier, thanks to his head start, and after his mother left, he had thoughtfully helped Robin and his mom carry things to and from the car. The two of them had gotten pretty sweaty with all the lifting (the TV had proved a particularly strenuous challenge), and a couple of times Robin had caught his scent - not overpowering but very masculine, and certainly enough to give Robin a bit of a trouser twitch. He had tried not to think about it.

"Well, honey, I think we've got most everything ready," said his mother, surveying the room. "Do you want to go out and get some dinner?"

"I dunno," pondered Robin. "I'd kind of like to get the rest of this unpacked. I can always grab something at the cafeteria later. Can I take a rain check?"

"I'll be back to see you next weekend," she smiled. They hugged warmly and then she was gone, leaving Robin alone with his new roommate. Well, one of them, anyway.

"I wonder when Brent's supposed to get here?" Robin mused.

"I'd like to know too. He never said anything to me about it, I only got one really short e-mail from him all summer."

"Yeah, so did I. He was probably just busy."

Tim nodded. "Probably. Hey, I'll be right back, nature's calling."

"Okay, man," nodded Robin. "I'll help you get some of your stuff unpacked."

"Thanks," smiled Tim. Robin glanced back as he was leaving - Tim had kind of a stocky build, but in a muscular way. He filled out his clothes well, way better than Robin and his skinny physique ever had. He was a little jealous, and a little curious to see how well Tim filled out his boxerbriefs. Not that he planned on trying to find out; that was just not a good way to start out a roommate relationship. Now, if he ever decided he really wanted Tim to move out - and, you know, get a split lip in the bargain - well, maybe then...

Robin worked his way through a couple of small boxes, stacking the contents on Tim's desk. A small lamp, a desk organizer, a box of envelopes, a small paper bag... out of which slid a little plastic bottle, at the exact moment Robin realized he'd picked up the bag from the wrong end. He grabbed the bottle before it could knock anything over, and glanced at the label.

Astroglide?

"Uh - oh, man, I, uh..." Tim hurried over and plucked the bottle out of Robin's hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't snooping - it just fell out..." Robin noticed Tim's worried expression and tried to smile reassuringly. "Hey, uh, if it makes you feel better..." Robin walked over to his backpack, unzipped one of the inner pockets, and pulled out an identical bottle.

Tim grinned widely. "No way, you too?"

"Yeah, well, I didn't think I'd ever get to use it, sharing a room and all, but I couldn't just leave it at home for my mom to find, right?" He and Tim laughed. Then the door opened.

Tim shoved his bottle back in the paper bag as Robin lobbed his toward his backpack and missed. Into the room sauntered a tall blonde guy, and Robin got the immediate impression that he would be joining a fraternity as soon as was humanly possible.

"Hey dudes," said the guy who had to be Brent. "What's going on?"

"Unpacking," said Tim, giving Robin a chance to retrieve his bottle of lube from where it had fallen and stash it safely away. "You're Brent?"

"Yep, that's me."

"Tim," he said, extending a hand.

"And I'm Robin."

Brent chuckled. "Hey, man. You know that's like a girl's name, dude."

Robin felt his cheeks flush. "My dad was from Hereford."

"What?"

"In England."

"Oh. Whatever. Hey, you brought the TV, awesome." Brent walked over and turned it on, realized that their cable hadn't been activated yet, and flipped it back off.

"Is the top bunk okay with you?" asked Robin.

"Yeah, it's cool. As long as you guys don't mind me borrowing one of your beds when I bring a chick home. I don't wanna fall off in the middle of things, know what I mean? I might break a bone." He laughed loudly as Robin winced and exchanged worried looks with Tim. Well... one out of two wasn't so bad, right?

They helped Brent carry his stuff up to the room, which was starting to bulge at the seams despite being larger than the usual, double, rooms. Brent had the usual sports memorabilia - in his case, mostly hockey - and an oddly anachronistic poster of Farrah Fawcett.

"She's hot," was his only defense.

Robin chuckled. "Hey, you know, we're kinda like Charlie's Angels," he commented, pointing at them each in turn. "Blonde, brunette, redhead." Tim laughed and the two of them struck a pose, "guns" raised.

Brent just looked at them like they were crazy. And then he actually said, "You guys are crazy."

"At least you get to be the Farrah Fawcett one," Tim pointed out.

Brent shrugged. "Whatever."

That, apparently, was the cue for them all to go for dinner, after which they unpacked and rearranged until it was late. By the time everyone was ready for bed, Robin was utterly wiped out. Apparently the others were too, because nobody seemed to have the strength to take a shower; everyone just wanted to get to sleep. Robin barely paid attention to the other guys stripping to their underwear - although he thought he caught a glimpse of Tim looking over at Brent, but that wasn't very likely - and once his head hit the pillow, all thoughts of using that bottle of lube in his backpack completely fled his mind.

The next morning, the alarm on Brent's desk went off at 7 am, to wake him up for some meeting or other he had mentioned the night before. Robin sleepily half-opened his eyes and listened as Brent jumped down from the top bunk to land flat-footed on the bare wood floor, then loudly rummaged for his shower caddy before slamming the door on the way out. He had almost fallen back asleep when Brent returned from his shower, opening and closing the closet door, setting things down hard on the dresser, tossing his keys around. Robin hadn't realized how loud even putting on clothes could be when you were trying to sleep. He looked over at Tim, who was also awake; the two of them shared an exasperated look and shook their heads. Sharing looks, Robin noticed, was starting to become a trend with Tim. Finally, Brent left for the day. Robin shot Tim another look - relieved, this time - then fell into a light but pleasant rest.

Over the next month, the three of them got used to one another's schedules, and their own. They commiserated over the difficulties they were having coping with classes, and managed to cope with each other fairly well, too. Robin discovered that Brent was actually a pretty nice guy, although he was pretty sure he partly felt that way because Brent hadn't actually co-opted his bed for any "encounters" yet. He was definitely closer to Tim, though - the two of them were more likely to actually go hang out together. Brent didn't usually even get home until the late evening - or, sometimes, the early morning, when he would drunkenly pass out in bed. Robin had noticed, though, that the picture of Tim at the prom had disappeared. Curious. But he was probably reading too much into it, and he certainly wasn't about to ask.

He'd been able to resume his jackoff schedule, too, after the first few nights. Brent was pretty quick to fall asleep, plus he snored, and Robin had discovered that as long as he was quiet and discreet, he could smuggle a tissue under the covers and sneak a hand down into his boxerbriefs for a nice slow stroke. It wasn't as pleasant as using lube, but it was better than nothing. He hoped Tim hadn't noticed - although he wasn't sure why he even cared, given that Tim was apparently quite happy to do the same thing. Maybe it was because they hadn't ever talked about actually doing it in the room; Tim probably took his bottle out with him and did it someplace else. Robin wouldn't be at all surprised if it was just a thoughtful gesture on his part. But, he was horny, and he didn't like doing it in public, so he would just have to hope that Tim didn't notice. And that Brent didn't wake up. Actually, once he thought he had heard suspicious noises coming from Tim's bed, too, but he couldn't hear very well over Brent's snoring, and the moonlight wasn't bright enough for him to see movement. Overactive hormones, probably. Still, he couldn't help but wonder when exactly Tim did it.

One evening, when Robin and Tim were studying in the room, Brent came in and announced, "Hey dudes, I think I'm gonna move out of here next week."

Tim looked up from his chemistry assignment, surprised. "What? You're moving out?"

"How come?"

Brent shrugged. "I got a friend whose roomie dropped out. He's got a big double, more space than here. Anyway, then you guys can have more room."

"And you'd be closer to the frat parties?" speculated Tim.

"Nah. Well, yeah. But that's not why I'm moving out, dude."

"Well, we'll miss ya, man," smiled Robin. "Let us know if you want any help getting your stuff over there."

And that was the end of the discussion. Within the week, Brent had relocated halfway across campus, leaving Robin and Tim to re-divide their now- spacious living quarters.

A couple of weeks later, midterms arrived. Robin was glad he and Tim had gotten their room rearranged before the stress of reviewing and cramming began; lately, he'd hardly even had time to think about jacking off. Since Brent left, he had been restricted to the occasional tug in the shower, but that was even before he had realized how much studying he had to do. There was too much to be learned, and he spent most evenings sitting on his bed hunched over a book, and most nights too exhausted to do anything but go to sleep.

Tim had been concentrating mostly on chemistry, and it seemed to be giving him a headache. Periodically, he would groan in discomfort and bury his head in his hands. Robin was feeling a little concerned.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," said Tim, head still in hands. "I'm just getting a headache, and a crick in my neck from looking down all the time."

"Huh." Robin thought for a second, then set his book aside, got up and walked over behind Tim. "Where does it hurt?" He laid his palms flat against the back of Tim's neck, and massaged it a bit.

"Ahh, that's not bad." Tim sat up a little straighter, but Robin could already see his body relaxing. "A little bit lower... yeah, right there. Mmmm."

Robin kneaded the muscles with his fingers, feeling for knots and slowly working them out. He suddenly realized that it was the first time he'd really touched Tim, aside from the usual handshake or clap on the back. It didn't help that Tim was making little moaning noises. Or that his skin was warm to the touch. Or that Robin's fingers were snaking down beneath the neckline of Tim's shirt. He quickly let go, knowing that before long his enjoyment was going to become very obvious.

"Um, is that any better?"

"Oh, yeah, definitely. I think my headache's even going away. Thanks."

"Anytime," smiled Robin, and walked back over to his bed.

"I may take you up on that, pal."

Robin secretly hoped so.

When midterms were finally over, Robin and Tim went out to celebrate. A good dinner out, a film at the local movie theatre, and then back to the room to just chill out for the first night in a while. Robin had been feeling increasingly horny all day, no doubt due in part to the relief of his mental stress... now what he really needed was some physical stress relief. He considered going for a shower, but since he hadn't ever taken nighttime showers before, it would probably look a little suspicious. Hopefully he could just wait until Tim fell asleep.

Tim, sitting next to him on the couch, lifted his arms and stretched leisurely. "I think I'm about ready to turn in, man," he said. "That was a good day."

"Yeah, it was," Robin agreed, picking up the remote and turning off the television. "I'm getting pretty tired myself. Guess I'll follow you on to bed."

Tim grinned - was that a twinkle in his eye?! - and stood up to get his shower caddy. Robin did likewise and followed Tim on to the communal bathroom. Soon, teeth freshly brushed, they were ready to turn in. Tim flicked the lights off as they retreated to their respective corners of the room.

Robin slowly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it in a heap on the floor, listening as Tim did the same on the other side of the room. He heard the sound of Tim undoing the zipper on his pants, and then the whoosh as he pulled them off his legs. A mental image of his roommate wearing just his boxerbriefs and socks suddenly sprung to Robin's mind, and he reached down to give his own bulge a quick squeeze before unzipping his own fly and stripping down to his skivvies.

As he folded his clothes into a slightly neater pile, he could hear Tim sliding between the sheets of his bed and getting comfortable. Robin set his alarm and did the same, his hand automatically moving between his legs now that he had the energy - and the desire - to think about it.

"Goodnight, Robin," called Tim.

"Night," Robin called back, and settled into his pillow, legs spread under the covers. Quietly, he eased his right hand under the waistband of his boxerbriefs, and cupped his palm around his balls, feeling their heat and the scratchy hair against his fingers.

He sighed a little contented sigh. It had been a while since he'd had the chance to give himself any attention like this, and it was already feeling good. He could feel his meat starting to lengthen and thicken in his underwear. Robin re- adjusted his hand and slowly, quietly, scratched under his balls. That felt good anytime, but it was particularly nice now... he just had to be careful not to do it too much and rub himself raw.

Well, that was enough foreplay. Robin couldn't wait any longer - it was time to get down to business. He slowly peeled his boxerbriefs back and lowered the front of them to his thighs, tucking the waistband under his balls. There was a little too much pressure to be comfortable, but now he could feel the cooler air against his dick, along with the soft bedsheet. The thought of his impending jackoff session had made him almost fully hard, and he gently ran his fingertips along his shaft from the head to the base. He pressed his head back against the pillow, thoroughly enjoying the electric feelings that spread throughout his body as he began to caress himself. Back and forth with his fingertips, pressing more firmly against the tight skin of his shaft. A drop of precum had no sooner appeared than it was swept up by his fingers, lubricating his shaft just below the head. Robin bit back a moan, but his breathing was starting to get heavier.

His fist closed around his hard shaft, the heat spreading through his hand. Robin flicked his wrist slightly, moving his fist back and forth in quick jerky motions. Robin cracked a smile as he realized he was as close to literally jerking off as he had ever been. But the feeling felt too good for mere smiles, so his face soon settled down into a more focused expression as he concentrated on eliciting more precum that he could use to slick up his dick.

There was movement on the other side of the room. Regular rubbing movements against the bedsheet. Robin slowly opened his eyes, willing them to adjust to the gloom, as his fist continued its slow but steady exploration of his dick. He could easily make out Tim's shape under the sheets, and... there - there was something moving under them. Robin squinted and studied the image...was the movement going on near Tim's crotch? It was certainly feasible. Then Robin realized that it was just as easy to make out the movement of his own hand under the sheets, periodically making a tent in them and then going back down. Was Tim doing the same thing?

"Mmmm," came from Tim's bed, and his roommate shifted flat on his back. Now Robin could make out Tim's legs, and the movement was definitely right at his crotch. Up and down, just like Robin was doing. The realization made him speed up a little. Jacking off at the same time as his roommate... knowing that they were both horny and both getting off... it was amazing. Another gush of precum leaked onto his stomach, and Robin let out a little whimper.

The movement under Tim's sheet stopped. Had he realized was Robin was doing? Had Robin scared him off? Then Robin made out the sound of Tim's underwear being pulled back up, and his heart sank. Maybe Tim wasn't cool with them doing it around each other, after all. He felt his own dick start to soften in his hand. His heart pounded.

Then Tim pulled the covers back and swung his legs out onto the floor, and Robin's heart started to pound even harder. Tim stood up and walked over to his desk as Robin gave his dick - which had stopped softening and was cautiously hardening again - a small squeeze. His roommate opened a drawer and rummaged around, papers crackling as he pulled something out. The drawer closed and Tim turned around; Robin could almost make out the bulge in his boxerbriefs. Then the incredible thing happened: Tim made a beeline for his bed. He only stood over Robin for a moment, before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Hey man," whispered Tim. "Looks like we're up to the same thing and, uh...I thought maybe you could use some of this." He proffered the contents of his hand: a small plastic bottle. Robin grinned, pulled his underwear back up, and sat up in bed.

"I could definitely use some," he grinned, hearing the smile in his voice. "Wish I'd thought of it."

"What are friends for, huh?" Tim passed the bottle to Robin, who flipped it open and got ready to squirt some of the lube in his palm.

"Hang on," Robin realized, "I better do this first or I'll get it everywhere..." He reclosed the bottle, set it aside and pulled the sheets down, making Tim shift temporarily until he was uncovered to the knees. Robin glanced up and noticed Tim studying his body in the moonlight. He took advantage of the chance to check Tim out, too: he was definitely toned, and smooth overall. Robin thought he could make out at least one small, hard nipple on Tim's chest (presumably the other one was identical) and a definite bulge in his boxerbriefs. His legs were in the dark, but Robin knew from previous periods of undress that they were fairly hairy. It suddenly occurred to him that he was lying exposed with a boner tenting his underwear while his roommate checked him out. And, he realized as he glanced up at Tim to see him looking back and grinning, his roommate was letting Robin check him out too. Robin swallowed and took a calculated risk.

"You know," he said, "as long as we both need to do this..."

"Yeah?" prompted Tim, shifting on the bed to face Robin more. Robin felt one of Tim's fingers tracing a line down his right leg; he shuddered inwardly and felt his dick lurch.

Words didn't seem to be necessary any more. Robin reached over and laid a hand on Tim's thigh, rubbing slow circles over his skin. Tim moaned and ran his whole hand along Robin's leg, starting at his ankle and working up to his knee. Robin flexed his leg, muscles straining against Tim's warm hand, which continued its upward trek toward Robin's thigh. Then he paused.

"You're looking pretty hard there, pal."

"I am now." His voice sounded husky. "Scoot over here, I can't see you too well where you are."

They both shifted; Robin pulled his feet out from under the covers, and Tim sat between his legs, his feet by Robin's elbows.

"Oh yeah," muttered Robin, his eyes fixed on the bulge at Tim's crotch. "That's much better." He laid a hand on Tim's thigh, glancing into his roommate's face for confirmation. "Do you mind?"

Tim looked like he was torn between closing his eyes and relaxing, and staring intently at what was about to happen. "No, man. Go ahead."

Robin's hand began to move. Up and off Tim's thigh... across to his crotch... and then back down. Robin bit his lip as he felt Tim's cotton-covered dick throb at his touch. He could clearly feel the ridge of Tim's dickhead under his fingers, and the heel of his hand was pushing against Tim's balls. He wrapped his hand around the throbbing pole and gave it a squeeze through the cotton.

"Oh wow, Robin, yeah..." Tim had succumbed to the feeling, his head lolling back and his mouth open. Robin grinned and started to rub his thumb back and forth under Tim's dickhead.

Tim's head snapped forward; Robin glanced up from his prize to see a hungry, determined look on his friend's face. Before he could react, Tim was reaching forward to plant his hand firmly in Robin's crotch.

A very loud moan escaped Robin's mouth. Tim chuckled. "Not so loud, pal, we don't want the whole dorm knowing that we're getting to be very good friends."

"Very very good friends," sighed Robin, giving Tim's hard-on another squeeze. For the next couple of minutes, the two roommates sat together in bed, enjoying the feeling of massaging another man's penis while having theirs massaged in turn. Then Robin sat up further and used his other hand to lightly tickle Tim's balls through his briefs.

"Mmm, I like that, Robin," encouraged Tim, grinding his pouch against the palm of Robin's hand.

"Me too," Robin breathed. "It feels...really really good."

"Yeah." Tim was busy rubbing his thumb up and down Robin's trapped shaft, and watching a wet spot form toward the waistband.

"Good thing Brent's not on the upper bunk right now," Robin observed, sending both Tim and himself into a fit of giggles.

"I dunno, maybe he'd have joined us!" Tim laughed.

"Oh, right, I can see that happening a week from never!"

"Well, I've been wanting to do this with you ever since the first day," confided Tim.

"So have I," agreed Robin. "But I was trying not to think about it 'cause I didn't think you'd be interested. What about, um, your girlfriend?"

"Oh," said Tim. "Lynne's great, but... well, we broke up last week. I haven't told my parents about it yet."

Robin let go of Tim's tentpole. "Man, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Tim shrugged. "We were both going off to college, and we weren't all that serious. It felt like time for us to play the field a little. Anyway," he smiled, easing a finger up the leg of Robin's boxerbriefs, "Lynne and I never did anything like this."

"I never have either," Robin agreed. "I always wanted to, though."

"So why'd you stop?" winked Tim as his fingers brushed against Robin's bare balls.

Robin reached back over and started to jack Tim off through his boxerbriefs... rubbing the palm of his hand up and down his roommate's bulge. Then his fingers moved up higher, to the waistband of Tim's underwear. He hooked his thumbs under it and tugged meaningfully. Tim got the hint, pulled his hand out of Robin's boxerbriefs, and lifted himself off the bed enough that Robin could lift the front of his underwear away from his crotch and slide them down. Tim's boner slowly emerged, standing slightly away from his body and bobbing in the open air along with his heartbeat. Slowly, Tim pulled his underwear down and off his body.

"Wow," breathed Robin, resting his palm on Tim's bare thigh. He eased his hand over and ran his fingers through Tim's pubes. They were more wiry than his own, and they scratched his fingertips in a pleasant way. Then the scent of Tim's crotch hit his nostrils and, curious, he retracted his hand and sniffed Tim's scent that lingered on his fingers.

"Wow," echoed Tim. Robin smiled at him, licked a finger playfully, and then returned his hand to Tim's crotch, lightly cupping his dangling balls as Tim moaned. Robin rolled them around on his palm, tugging on them and watching Tim's dick bounce. That was too much for Robin to take - he latched his hand around Tim's hard meat and squeezed it firmly.

"Yeeeeeeeah," said Tim softly, bucking his hips a little. Robin watched Tim's dick sliding in and out of his fist. With his other hand, he rubbed the hair on Tim's balls, and listened to the satisfied sounds his roommate was making.

"Man," Robin breathed, in awe. He was finding it hard to believe that he was actually doing this. He was sitting on his bed, naked but for his socks; his almost-naked roommate was sitting over him; and he was holding on to his buddy's dick while his buddy pumped in and out of his fist. Robin idly wondered exactly how much he was holding onto, so he cautiously questioned Tim about it.

"Six inches," replied Tim, opening his eyes and reaching down to grab Robin through his boxerbriefs. "And what have you got hidden away in here?"

"Six and a half."

"Awesome." A wicked grin spread across Tim's face as his thrusts slowed. "Can I see?"

"Oh yeah. Anything you want."

"Lift your hips, pal." Robin obeyed - his legs brushing against Tim's thighs - and Tim pulled his underwear down. Robin wriggled around, working them down to his ankles, kicked them off, and laid back on the bed so that Tim could devour him with his eyes. "Really nice..." Tim grabbed Robin's dick in his hand; groaning with pleasure, Robin returned the favor, and the two guys began slowly stroking each other in time, two fists moving back and forth on two very hard dicks. Robin watched, fascinated, as Tim's dickhead poked out of his fist before being covered up again, while his was doing the same in Tim's fist. He was worried that his enthusiastic pounding might be hurting Tim, though.

"I think maybe we could use some lube."

"Yeah, good idea," agreed Tim, his dick flexing in Robin's hand. "You put it on the nightstand, I think." Reluctantly, Robin released his grip, and was scooting up the bed to get the lube when an idea hit him. He squirted a bit of lube in his right palm, then set the lube down by the pillow. Robin gathered up his feet and sat on his heels, then pushed Tim back onto the bed and dove down between his legs, his tongue tickling Tim's inner thighs as his lubed hand wrapped around Tim's dick. Forgetting his own request for discretion, Tim let out a loud moan and arched his back, getting even louder when Robin moved to his balls and bathed them with his tongue.

"Aw, Robin, do it, man," he panted. "That feels so great."

Robin surfaced from Tim's balls for a moment and caught his breath. "Couldn't be as great as you taste." He switched to the other side, using his tongue to probe the crease between Tim's thigh and his balls. His tongue lapped up Tim's ballsweat, making both of them moan.

"Suck them, pal," pleaded Tim. So Robin complied, his fist speeding up on Tim's lubed dick as he sucked each of Tim's balls into his mouth, forming a tight vacuum around them and massaging them with his tongue. "Oh, stop, man, stop, you're gonna make me cum!" Robin quickly ceased his stroking motion, but continued sucking on Tim's balls. Tim took a moment to regain control, then sat up and pushed Robin away, before pulling Robin's legs apart and sucking his buddy's balls in return. Robin writhed and moaned and clutched at the sheets as Tim's mouth roved around his crotch, briefly dipping below his balls to lick and nibble at the muscle beneath them. His hand finally closed around Robin's dick, and he made a little noise of surprise upon discovering that Robin had produced a fair amount of precum - certainly enough to start stroking him with.

"Oooh," moaned Robin as Tim began flicking his wrist. He'd never had a jackoff session like this - certainly the sensations on his own had never been so intense, although the attention Tim was paying to his balls was no doubt helping. It was almost amazing how naturally it was all coming to them both. It made sense that a pair of guys who had spent their entire adolescent lives jacking off would know just what to do for one another, but somehow he hadn't even imagined that it would feel this great.

Tim's strokes were getting slower as Robin's precum began to soak into his skin. "I think you need some more lube," he observed. Robin lifted his head blissfully.

"It's by the pillow," he murmured.

"No," said Tim. "I think I have a better idea."

Robin cocked his head curiously as Tim scooted up the bed toward him. His eyes widened as he realized what Tim was about to do, and he rested his hands on Tim's hips to steady him. Slowly, Tim lowered his crotch toward Robin. An electric feeling passed between them as Tim's dickhead gently touched Robin's. Both of the guys moaned softly, and Robin arched his back in pleasure, causing his entire shaft to press against Tim's lubed one.

"I can feel your balls rubbing mine," Tim gasped in Robin's ear.

"You're leaking precum on me," Robin replied, his hands moving around to Tim's back. Robin pulled them back down to the bed together, holding Tim's body tightly against his as they begin to hump each other, slick shafts sliding back and forth between them.

"Your chest hair feels so cool," whispered Tim.

"I don't have that much."

"You have enough."

"Thanks." Robin squeezed one of Tim's buttcheeks as the guys picked up the pace, slamming their swollen dicks into each other. Tim rolled onto his side, pulling Robin over with him, and reached between him to grab both of their dicks in his fist. Robin moaned as Tim squeezed their shafts together firmly, and began to buck his hips, sliding his dick in and out of Tim's fist so that the entire length of their shafts rubbed together.

Tim was starting to breathe hard. "I don't think I can last a whole lot longer, man."

"Don't try," Robin told him. "I can't wait to feel you cum."

"You got it, pal. Careful though, I'm liable to spray you."

"I don't mind you spraying me if you don't mind me spraying you."

"Uhhh... yeahhh... I'd love that, Robin..."

Robin clutched at Tim's back for stability as he pumped his hard-on against Tim's. "I think I'm almost there too..."

"Ohh, you shouldn't have told me that... I'm gonna... uhhhhhh!"

Robin let his autopilot take over, moving his hips fast and hard, as he felt Tim lose control. His roommate's body was jerking in his arms as Tim blew his load, hot cum gushing all over both their crotches and, no doubt, all over Robin's bedsheet. The cum lubricated them even further, and knowing that he had his buddy's cum on his dick only made Robin hornier. Weeks without a good jackoff session, and the unbelievable pleasure he was getting with Tim, were surely building him toward a mind-blowing orgasm. He realized he'd gone past the point of no return, and managed to croak:

"Gonna blow, man!"

...and then he buried his face in Tim's neck and held on for dear life as his hips bucked furiously, the biggest load he'd ever shot dripping down Tim's chest and stomach.

"Awwww, wow!" he heard Tim murmur as his body and heartrate started to slow down. Robin realized he'd been holding his breath, and slowly let it go against Tim's neck. He felt his roommate's arms encircle him. Their heads lowered to rest on the pillow together as they relaxed, each of them occasionally emitting a moan of contentment. The exertion of the past hour had thoroughly sapped the two of them of both energy and cum, and soon sleep overtook them.

Robin slept deeply, but not long. He snapped back to wakefulness half an hour before the alarm was due to ring, finding that he and Tim had shifted during the night. Now he was staring at the back of Tim's shoulder, both of their bodies spooned close together, his left arm around Tim's rising and falling chest. He spent a few minutes listening to Tim breathe, and boggling with disbelief at the chain of circumstances that had led to him here, naked and cuddling in bed with his roommate. But, as comfortable as he was, he had class with Professor Bubbles in an hour and a half, and there was breakfast to eat too. Robin took one last breath of Tim's scent before reluctantly disengaging himself from his roommate's warm body, and slowly clambered out of bed. Tim stirred briefly, but didn't wake. Robin quietly put on a towel and picked up his shower caddy, then slipped out the door.

The shower room was empty, as usual. Robin still wasn't sure quite how the other guys on the hall got by without having a morning shower, but maybe they all just had late classes. It really didn't matter to him - it had provided him with ample jackoff opportunities in the past, and besides, every once in a while he liked to hum a tune in the shower. Being caught at either one would have been intensely embarrassing. As he shampooed his hair, Robin pondered the future. Last night had built up a high level of horny in his system, and he really felt the need to let it out. But, then again, he had a jackoff buddy for a roommate now. Chances were good that he might never have to do it on his own again, if he didn't want to. Robin massaged his scalp and considered this. Did he want to do it on his own sometimes? Well, sure, why not. Next question: if he did it on his own now, would he still be ready to go at it again with Tim later, if he wanted to? Unquestionably. Problem solved. Robin rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and leaned back against the shower wall.

As he worked his dick up to a full erection, lubricating it with the water cascading from the showerhead, Robin replayed scenes from last night in his head. He remembered the feel of Tim's hard-on in his hand, and the way their chests had felt rubbing together. The memory alone made his knees a little weak, and Robin was relieved to have the shower wall for comfort. He couldn't wait to get back to the dorm room tonight and have some more fun with Tim again, for real. But he was jarred out of his remembrance by the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut. Had someone just come in? Robin let go of his dick and moved closer to the curtain to see if he could hear anything. Suddenly, it was pulled aside. Robin's hands went to his crotch just by reflex, his eyes widening, until he saw who was on the other side, wearing only a tented towel: Bill Clinton.

No, no, it was Tim. Were you scared?

Robin grinned widely as Tim undid the knot on his towel and hung it on the hook over Robin's. "Good thing it was you in here," he chuckled, and stepped into the shower as Robin moved back. Tim drew the curtain back over the opening and turned to face his roommate. "You realize this is the first time I've seen you naked in the daylight," he said, his eyes roving over Robin's body, just as Robin's were doing to his.

"Sure is," Robin nodded, rubbing Tim's shoulder, "although I got to see a lot of you walking around the room in your boxerbriefs."

Tim winked. "I saw you watching in the mirror a couple of times. Don't get embarrassed, it only made me do it more. It was neat knowing you were interested."

"Who wouldn't be?"

Tim blushed, and looked down at Robin's dick, which had grown back to full hardness. "Your pubes are so cool," he observed, running a finger through them. "Bright red, I've never seen that."

"Nah," said Robin, cupping Tim's balls again, "your dark ones are cooler."

Tim looked back up and smiled. "No way."

Robin took a step closer to him. "Yes way."

Tim stepped as close as he could, pressing their bodies together and wrapping his arms around Robin as Robin did the same. Tim's half-boner pressed into Robin's balls as Robin's dick ground into Tim's pubes. "I'll teach you to argue with me." One of his hands moved up to the back of Robin's neck, applying pressure until Robin acquiesced and bent his head so that their foreheads rested together. His breath was already quickening, as was Tim's, and he could feel Tim's dick lengthening and poking him behind the balls.

"Thanks for last night, bud," breathed Robin. "It was incredible."

"Wait until you see this morning," whispered Tim, then angled his head upward and gently kissed Robin.

There were no fireworks, but Robin thought the reality of the situation was even better than cliche could ever have conveyed. He felt Tim's surprisingly soft lips against his own. The breath from Tim's nostrils was warm against his upper lip. And he could feel Tim's stubble lightly scratching his chin and cheek. He moaned again, this time into Tim's mouth, and clutched him tightly. Tim's dick continued to stab him behind the balls as their kissing intensified, sucking gently on each other's lips, their tongues wrestling in each other's mouth. The two of them spent about five minutes doing nothing but slowly kissing and rubbing bodies, until the buildup of need became so great that every light touch of skin against skin sent incredibly pleasurable impulses through every nerve. They began kissing hungrily, grabbing at each other, hands running through each other's hair as the water from the shower sprayed over their naked bodies.

With a moan, Robin broke the kiss, and leaned down to suck on Tim's right nipple. Tim sighed, reaching up to steady himself against the wall as Robin's tongue worked its magic on him. Robin tugged on his nipple rather firmly, eliciting quiet grunts from Tim as his dick jumped. When Robin finally released his nipple, he took advantage of Tim's outstretched arm to run his tongue through the sweaty hairs of Tim's unshowered armpit. The taste of Tim's sweat immediately reminded Robin of the few whiffs he had gotten of Tim's masculine scent during the semester, and he lapped hungrily at it, careful not to make Tim overly ticklish. Tim rubbed the back of Robin's head, pushing him tighter into his pit. Robin practically purred, savoring the salty pungent flavor, leaking precum into Tim's pubes. He moved on, tongue tracing lines over Tim's shoulder and along his jawline, circling his ear and sucking on the lobe.

"Lemme taste it, pal." Tim turned his head and he and Robin kissed hungrily again, Tim tasting his own scent on Robin's tongue. They moaned again, dicks sliding against each other's wet body in the steamy shower.

This time Tim broke the kiss. "Turn around for me, man." Robin obeyed without a word, turning to face the wall while Tim reached down to pull Robin's soap out of his caddy. A quick nibble on Robin's buttcheek, and Tim stood back up, lathering up his hands. With one hand, he rubbed the soap along his hard-on, then lathered up again and moved behind Robin. He guided his dick between Robin's thighs, poking his balls from behind, then leaned against his roommate's back and reached around to grip Robin's dick.

Robin gasped at the feel of Tim's soapy hand on his hard-on, which was starting to literally ache from need. He could feel his friend's meat sliding between his thighs as Tim started to move his pelvis back and forth. Tim's hand began to move in time with the rest of his body, and Robin rested his forehead on his arm as he concentrated on the feeling of Tim's hand on his dick and Tim's dick between his legs.

"Squeeze them tighter together," Tim requested, resting his chin on Robin's shoulderblades. He turned his head until his cheek was against Robin's skin, as Robin drew his legs closer together, forming a tighter seal for Tim to thrust his dick into. Tim kept up his pace on Robin's dick... a loose grip at the base, tightening as his fist ascended toward Robin's dickhead. With the aftereffects of last night's intense session, combined with the incredible feelings that were coursing through Robin's body as Tim's hand pounded his pole, Robin suddenly felt that he might not last very long.

"Dude, you'd better slow down there... you've already got me on the edge."

Tim continued thrusting away behind Robin. "That makes two of us. And seeing as how you have to get to class, I don't think I'm gonna be stopping. I think I'm gonna make you blow your load all over the shower wall."

"Awww, yeah," moaned Robin, starting to buck his hips a little.

"But you'd better believe we're going to have a good long edging session tonight...how does at least four hours sound to you?"

Robin got a sudden mental image of himself and Tim, sprawled out on the floor naked, playing with each other's bodies for hours. "Ohhhh man..." he groaned, trying to keep as quiet as possible in the public shower as his orgasm suddenly seemed a whole lot closer.

"I guess you like the idea!" grinned Tim, craning his neck to watch as Robin started pumping his load of semen all over the wall, some splattering on the floor.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" grunted Robin.

"Yeah man... yeah, spray that wall just like I'm gonna spray your balls..."

Despite his orgasm, Robin had enough presence of mind to start banging his hips back against Tim's thrusts. "Do it, bud," he urged, short of breath but turned on. "I'd love to feel your hot cum dripping off my balls."

"Unghhhh," grunted Tim as he leaned back to get a better angle, his pelvis slapping against Robin's skin as his soapy dick went in and out of the tight enclosure made by Robin's legs. "Ready, pal?"

"Way ready,"sighed Robin, reaching back to caress Tim's hip with one hand.

"Here you go, roomie!" Tim growled in his ear. "Aw yeah! Uhhh! Uhhhh! Ohhhh yeah!" With each grunt, Robin felt another blast of cum hit his balls; the thick, hot liquid dripped through the hair on his balls to splatter on the shower floor, mingling with the hot water and swirling down the drain. "Ohhh wow," Tim said, finally drained. "I've never done it with a buddy in the shower before."

Robin turned around and gathered Tim into his arms, holding him tight under the shower spray. "We'll have to be sure it's not the last time, either." He closed his eyes and felt Tim's breathing slow down. Now that he had a jackoff buddy for a roommate, he was definitely going to be spending a lot of time at the dorm. And he had a feeling one of the beds was pretty much gonna go unused. He gave Tim a squeeze.

Robin suspected he'd never have to find another roommate again.

THE END