The Delta Alpha Chapter
Sure, anybody reading this may know its me, but then why are they reading this unless... well, you get the idea.
The frat house had been designed with a room for each brother to study and sleep alone in. With the growth over the years all the beds were moved into the ballroom on the top floor and the individual rooms were made two-man studies. This meant thirty young bodies in one room, and we were the jock frat. Not a bad scene in your mind, right?
I'd always slept nude, but not for the reason you expect. I twist around in my sleep and often the pajamas would wind around tightly. Of course that meant I had to walk (run, in the winter; the windows were kept open to keep the air clear) from my bed to the door out of the sleeping room. I usually waited until I was soft but at that age you hang quite low, and my dick usually swung about as I walked. So did a few others!
I managed to get a bed by the door which meant I could lie there, under the covers. Playing with myself as I checked out the traffic. I was amused to see that the guys in the loosest sleepwear usually headed out half erect. I don't know about you, but a half-hard dick is pretty attractive, especially when its 16-17-18 or 19 years old and attached to a hard athlete's body. Oh yes, on more than one occasion those half-erect young dicks slipped through the pajama flys. The guys wearing jockey shorts thought they had things under control. Barely!
Shoe was my roomie, that is we shared study room, and he had without question the best build of a house full of great bods. His broad shoulders tapered to impossibly narrow hips, with creases over those hips which led forward and down, disappearing into a tight, veined abdomen. And the hairy mat! It started at his shoulders and thickened as it plunged across his nipples and his six pack abs to that great bush above his swinging cong and dangling balls. I never had fashioned a "bear" much but when its that age, that condition, that just plain hot, well, you get the picture, I hope.
Now no way is a great jock going to be the least bit gay. Forget that! I just gathered my many views of Shoe in the shower, shoe's back as he studied at his desk, shoe scratching (or was it fondling ?) his crotch and left the rest to my healthy imagination, until...
Oh yeah, in spite of the crowded conditions in our sleeping room I managed to whack off almost every night. I often wondered what the brothers thought of it, but hell, they were probably just quieter. So it was no surprise that June day after school let out and before summer school took up when I found myself asked by Shoe about my "habit". We were enjoying a couple of beers and I hadn't even realized we had the house to ourselves. Shoe knew.
"You sure whack that thing a lot", he said.. I laughed. "Sure, who doesn't?" He chuckled, "Yeah, I guess we all do. Think I'll go up to the sleeping room and give mine a yank or two." That took ,e back a bit but I recovered to say "Sounds like a plan" and follow him up the stairs. I was plenty hard by the time we reached the third floor, and I flopped onto my bed yanking down my summer shorts and briefs. The cool June breeze through the open window stirred my pubes and I lay there for a sec while my mind wandered through its imagination's library of hard bods and stiff dicks. Then a creaking sound woke me from my reverie and I realized Shoe hadn't gone on to his bed at the other end of the room. That wonderful body was stark naked on the bed right next to mine.
"Doin' it together, are we?" he said, when he saw my wide eyed stare. "Seems that way" said I, "and I find that even hotter". "Well", said Shoe, "how about we yank each others?" I almost died. "C'mon near" I said, moving to the side of the bed. To my surprise he not only moved over, but turned to put his head beside my feet. After a sec I realized that would, after all, make reaching each other's cocks easier. And what a cock he had! The pressure in his member was so intense it curved up to that trail of hair that ran from his navel down to the base, against which now drew a hairy scrotum with the largest balls I ever saw on a human being. Shoe was hot and Shoe was hung!
A reach by me put that throbbing dick firmly in my grasp, just as his hand closed on mine. But a thrill was about to wash me away, for Shoe brought his head down to my groin and his lips encircled my aching mushroom head. Oh God, thought I, and then I realized this made everything in limits. Taking firm hold on Shoe's glistening cock I slid down to put my cock even with his face, allowing him to straighten out and his hips to swing in close to my face. Without a second's hesitation I pulled him to my face and holding my teeth apart to accommodate his thickness I pressed my lips on his dickhead, let my lips slip open and down over his shaft until he struck that place on the back of my throat which caused a brief spasmatic choke. We both knew what we wanted. Our heads worked our faces up and down those 19 year old cocks. His balls slapped my face, as I'm sure mine did to his. With but brief pauses to catch our breath (and for me to twice suck on those impressive nuts) we went at each other. I felt him shudder and his slim hips writhe around and heard him coming up for air mumble "soon". Soon was my condition too and a second later, as I came in a great shudder I felt as if I had sucked my own, for he unloaded at exactly the same moment. I had never swallowed (my only previous experience, in middle school, was limited to a brief cock kiss followed by furious mutual hand jobs). This time my mouth was filled by this jocks hot salty cum, and I had no thought of spitting it out. I opened my eyes wide to take in a picture I remember today. His nuts were drawn up against the vein running down the shaft, and the curly pubes filled my field of vision.
We held each other in our mouths for a few seconds. How strange that we both had the same reaction, came so together, wrapping an arm around the other's bare buts. Jock that he was, his ass had the depressions on the side of each cheek that show a but full of muscle ready to propel a fit bod across the ball field.
Finally Shoe rolled away. Without another word he was back at his bed where he'd dropped those shorts. I saw his dick pop up as he pulled the shorts over it. His hard abs drew in as he pulled up the zipper and fastened the top button. Out past my bed he went with not a glance my way. I could never find Shoe alone again; his choice, I guess. A great athlete with a great body just wanted to taste a cock that one time. But to this day when my hand begins to work against my mushroom head, and my loose hand fondles my balls, and I close my eyes to see that picture I caught that June day, my task becomes shorter, for I think of a mouth full of Shoe's cock, and his lips pulling thes kin around my cock's head, and my warm salty fluid flows.
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