It had been a good workout, and I was sweaty, and looking forward to a hot shower. I peeled off my clothes and threw them into my locker, and walked naked to the shower room, my towel slung over my shoulder. Once there, though, I had a rude shock. The hot water was broken. So I took a quick cold rinse, and headed for the sauna.
Once inside, I leaned back and let the hot moisture carress my body. I had chosen a seat directly opposite the only other person there: a blond kid who couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. He had short hair, and the taut streamlined body of a swimmer. He seemed full of nervous energy, and his leg jiggled up and down, beneath the thin white towel wrapped around his waist.
I couldn't help it. The sight of him there, looking so fresh and clean made my dick lengthen against my leg. I was sitting on my towel, not wearing it, so there was no way to hide. So I casually draped my hand over top of my ever-more insistant prick.
But it was too late to hide. I looked up to see him staring at my crotch. His eyes met mine for a hunted instant, then he tore his gaze away. But below, in the middle of his tightly stretched towel was a bump that hadn't been there before.
As I witnessed the towel bulge, my dick snapped to full attention. Now there was no hope of hiding it, as it jutted aggressively from my crotch. In answer, the kid's towel tented up even more, as if his swaddled snake was trying to escape from under the cloth.
I carefully made eye contact, and winked, as I moved my hand down, and carressed my iron hard rod. The kid swallowed hard, and then, without warning, he bolted. Clutching the towel over his own raging errection he scurried out the door and was gone.
Damn! I had been too aggressive! And yet it was clear that he had been interested --his own body had told me that. Perhaps it was the wrong choice, but I knew this was something I had to pursue.
Leaving the sauna area, I dressed quickly. I made it out the south entrance, and circled the building just quickly enough to run into my new friend emerging from the north. He was wearing a ball cap, a tee shirt, and running shorts, just a bit too thin to conceal his still-apparent errection.
"Excuse me!" I said. "Don't I know you?"
He looked up at me, and stepped back a bit, his face displaying barely concealed panic. The energy ran between us like electricity, as he stood poised between attraction and flight.
"I don't think so," he mumbled.
"Then can I talk to you?" I said. "Just for a minute?"
"Okay" he said, his voice rough with emotion. "But not here, all right?"
"Where?" I said.
"My room," he said. "My roommate has a class right now."
It was only a short walk, with me trailing behind, and never letting him get too far ahead. As we entered the deserted dorm, he took a hunted look around the hall, and pulled me inside. He slammed the door behind me and locked it.
"Look," he said. "I have to go to a class too, so I just thought I should tell you. I'm not gay."
"I'm not gay either," I said.
Relief mixed with disappointment flooded his face. Then he flushed red.
"I'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't mean..."
Relying on instinct, I took a step towards him, and grasped that still bulging crotch. As my hand touched the cloth draped flesh, he let out a deep moan, and collapsed backwards, onto the edge of his bed.
"Ohhhh!" he said. "Don't do that!"
I gave him another little tug, and then stepped back.
"Whatever you say," I said.
He looked up at me. He was out of breath, and his eyes seemed a bit glazed over. Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and put it back on his dick. I let him grind into my palm for a minute, and then pulled away.
"Uh..." he said. "Can I... see it again?"
"Go ahead," I said. He reached out a hand tentatively, then jerked it back. The length of my rod was making a clear outline through the blue denim of my jeans. Gathering his courage, he fumbled my button open, and pulled down my fly. My dick flew out with force, flicking a drop of precum at his face.
I shucked my pants & shirt, reveling in my arrogant nakedness.
"Now you," I ordered, tugging at his shirt and shorts. He pulled them off, and sat before me, timid and trembling.
"Stand up," I said. "I want to see you." I made him stand on his bed, and turn around, so that I could see it all. His taut young butt was a shade paler than the rest of him, and seeing it, my dick cranked up another impossible notch.
Completing his turn, he stepped off the bed, and reached shyly for my rod. As I felt his hot breath on my chest, I was overcome by a moment of lust. Grabbing his thin body I forced my mouth against his.
Normally I don't like to kiss boys, but this was different. His mouth was cool and dry, with the half-sweet half-acrid taste of late adolescence. His body felt like a girl's as I pulled his body into mine, and let my hand roam down to his ass.
When we finally broke the kiss, he stood there looking as though he didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
"So what do you want to do now?" I said. He mumbled something.
"What?" I said.
"I said `Do whatever you want to.'" he said.
"Like what?" I taunted him. He shrugged, affecting a tough-guy cool at odds with his shivering body.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" I said. "Do you want me to ram my dick up your ass?"
He hung his head low, and I saw the most barely perceptible nod.
"What?" I asked.
"Yes dammit!" he yelled. "I want you to fuck me!"
"Good," I said, shoving him back onto his bed. "Lube this up good for me."
He didn't know what I meant at first, but with my rod poking at his lips, it wasn't hard to guess. He parted his lips tentatively, and I rammed home, deftly pulling out again just before he choked.
"That should be good," I said. "Now lay back and relax"
He lay back on his back, hands clenched into fist at his sides, and let me lift his legs up and drape them over my shoulders. Then I began to work my way inside his spasmic asshole.
It was slow going, but I was determined to be gentle... to not hurt him. I was about two thirds of the way in, when I heard him mutter something.
"What?" I said.
"I can't believe I'm letting myself get fucked by a nigger!" he said.
I couldn't believe it. This white boy, with my dick halfway up his ass, had the nerve to call me a nigger? Fuck being gentle! I was going to pound the shit out of the asshole.
Grabbing his ass, I impaled him all the way on my sword.
"Ow! Shit that hurts! Nigger!" he said. I withdrew and thrust in again, murdering his prostate. Every time I would push in, he would yell nigger, which just made me fuck him harder and deeper until at last I sprayed a load of cum deep inside his flailing body, just as his own dick errupted, as though my spunk had passed entirely through his body. I moaned, and he let out a yell so loud it must have been heard all over the dorm. After that I must have passed out for a minute, because the next thing I knew he was shaking me.
"You got to get out!" he hissed. "My roommate will be back any minute."
"Yeah," I said. "You don't want him to find you in bed with a nigger."
"Man, you know I didn't mean that," he said.
"Yeah?" I asked. "Why'd you say it then."
"I wanted to get you riled up!" he said. "It worked, didn't it?"
He gave me such a crosseyed grin that I just had to grab him and fuck him again. I wasn't quite finished when his roommate walked in, but you know? I think it turned out better that way ;)