Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 2
Mark woke early and he knew it was early because the sky outside their windows was just barely visible. He stretched and then became aware that his sheets were both damp and crusty. Fuck. He had come in his bed. Fuck.
He looked over at Sam who was asleep -- at least he seemed to be. The image of Sam last night was still flashing in his mind, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to conceal that he had seen him. But for now, in the early dawn, he was reprieved from having to worry about it.
He got out of bed and, having got his towel, went down the hall to the showers. He needed to clean off chest and belly of last night's unexpected eruptions. He held the case with his toiletries over the spot so no one could see the mess.
The showers were empty, as far as he could see. It was a large room with many stalls in a row on both sides of the room. They had curtains, but Mark knew that people rarely used them
He chose a stall at the far end because, even though the shower room seemed empty, he didn't want to be seen. He stood under the hot water, his eyes closed and tried to just feel the warmth of the water, which actually began to turn him on and his cock began to grow again. What is wrong with me, he thought. He shook his head and began to lather himself up with soap, cleaning what was stuck to the hair on his chest.
He was concentrating on the feel of the water and getting rid of the signs of his last orgasm and he didn't notice that the stall opposite him had been taken until he heard the shower start. He looked up and saw an unfamiliar guy with his back to him. About his height, muscular and not much hair. His ass was amazing and white compared to the tan of the rest of his body. He thought of porn from the seventies that he sometimes watched.
As he watched, the guy turned his way and gave him a big smile.
"It's nice here in the morning, huh? No one around..."
"Uh, yeah. It's quiet." Mark found himself feeling awkward. He tried not to look at the guy's cock, focusing on his feet, on his knees. The guy just stood there, shampooing his head and occasionally looking across to Mark who was rinsing the soap from his body. Did he have a nice body compared to this guy? He must be a swimmer. The guy rinsed his hair and then soaped up his body. He could smell the soap: like spice. The guy covered his chest in soap and rubbed in circles. He seemed to pay attention to his nipples a bit more than Mark thought necessary. He looked down to soap his feet and legs, trying not to notice the guy, but he could feel his eyes on him.
Rinsing his feet, he looked up and the guy was now staring at him, soap now covering his groin and legs, and his cock definitely bigger than it was a minute ago. In fact, the guy moved his hand up his leg and gave his now engorged pole a pull or two and smiled more widely.
"It's nice here, just the two of us, huh?"
What was going on...he'd heard about things happening in showers, but he was not all ready for it to actually happen, but he was also having a lot of trouble not just watching the guy slowly rub himself... But anxiety won the day, and he just grabbed his shampoo and his towel and practically ran out of the shower without looking back. He was torn between acute embarrassment and excitement. Was it really that easy?
It wasn't until he was almost back at his room that he remembered last night. He almost felt trapped between what just happened in the shower and what happened last night that he presumed he wasn't supposed to see.
Sam was awake and he was at his computer, books around him open and paper on the floor.
"Mark, dude. Help me with this homework. I can't find the work I did...my computer ate it or something." He looked up with a pleading expression.
"OK, let me see."
Mark spent some time hunting for the file and found it right where Sam had left it, on the desktop.
"Jeez, thanks man. I was freaking." He looked at Mark for a minute as if just noticing that all he wore was a towel. "'Sorry, man...you probably want to get dressed." He smiled in way that Mark didn't quite understand. "Yeah...I guess." he knew he was blushing and turned away to find his clothes. There was silence in the room for a few minutes as he put some pants on, a shirt, then sat on his bed looking at his phone, trying not to look as uncomfortable as he felt.
"Hey dude, did something happen in the showers...like say some guy got all hot and bothered in front of you?"
He looked up quickly, wondering if Sam was teasing him. "Huh?"
"You know, wanting you to join him in some shower fun or whatever."
He looked down at his phone, then decided, "Yeah, some guy was right across from me...you know."
"Yeah, I know. It sometimes happens. Don't get me wrong, if that's what turns your crank, then go for it, but not all of us are so eager to show off. Am I right?" He looked at Mark, as if assessing how this was going down.
"Yeah, it was kind of a shock. You'd think coming from Toronto I might be used to these kinds of things...but I...I've never really been to public showers much, I guess."
"I know dude. I get it. But I've learned that if you go to the shower really early or really late, you should expect some company which, if you're not in the mood, can be a drag."
"Right. Yeah, thanks. I guess I better get ready for class. I'm glad you found your paper."
"Yeah, thanks again, Mark. That was totally sweet."
Mark realized as he went down the stairs and out of the residence, that his cheeks were as warm as the nice feeling in his belly.
He had a normal day of class, and they met for lunch with some other guys. It was fun just hanging around talking about nothing. It was not something he had ever done, be could see how easy it was, and Sam seemed in his element. As he sat there eating, occasionally joining in the conversation, he noticed the guy from the shower a few tables over. As he looked, the guy saw him and smiled, shrugging his shoulders as if to say "oops".
He was lying in his bed much later, after a tennis lesson, and a sauna, which he had never been in before. Wearing just a pair of running shorts, he lay half-asleep on his bed, a large novel he was to read for next week lying on his chest.
The door opened and Sam came in, sweaty in shorts and a sweatshirt, obviously fresh off the running track. He peeled off the sweatshirt and lay on his bed with a long sigh. He could smell the sweaty tang filling the room. It made him a bit dizzy.
"Fuck. That running coach if a slave driver." He looked over at Mark who had woken up completely.
"Yeah, I just started with the tennis team. It was the only sport I did in high school, but the coach here is harsh. Actually, I was never very good at it in high school, so I guess it makes sense he's a bit pissed. I hope I don't get kicked out."
They lay for a while longer, before Sam got up and, turning to his dresser, pulled of his track pants in one smooth moved. He was standing in only a t-shirt and his startlingly white ass was all Mark could see, if he let himself see. He glued his eyes to his book. That smell - of sweat and heat --was distracting.
Sam pulled a towel around himself. "Off to the showers," and left. The room seemed very empty all of a sudden.
After dinner, they both worked at their desks for a few hours before Sam slammed a book shut and closed his laptop. "I'm fuckin' beat. How about you?"
"Yeah, a bit."
"Let's say we smoke a bowl and chill for a while." and with that he found a little bag with a zipper in his desk and proceeded to fill a small pipe. Mark knew what it was, but had never been close to anyone who smoked. He felt foolish but found himself saying "Sure, sounds good," even though little flickers of anxiety moved around his stomach.
Having filled the pipe, he lit it and took a long drag, holding the smoke for what seemed like ages. Then he handed the pipe to Mark. He looked at it a second then took a drag, hoping he was doing it right and the answer came quickly because he was seized by a coughing fit. Sam laughed a little. "Oh, you're in trouble now, dude." and took another pull off the pipe.
When Mark's cough subsided, he leaned back in his chair and began to feel the room move a little. Or was it him? He looked at Sam and couldn't help smiling.
Sam grinned at him. "Nice. Let's sit on the bed. Tell me about your family and stuff. We've hardly had time to breath, much less compare notes."
Despite being stoned, he still felt a little afraid to say much, but soon his mouth took over. He found himself saying a little, then a little more.
"Well...there's just me and my dad. My mom died when I was very small...I don't remember her at all. My dad's a mail man. He's ok, I guess. But he drinks too much. Not in a really bad way, but...you know...he's kind of a mess when he's at home."
Sam just watched him speak, not saying anything. He took a pull from the little pipe and exhaled. He coughed then said,
"When did you come out?"
There was silence in the room, and Mark panicked inside. He looked at Sam quickly.
"Is it that obvious?" he finally said, taking the pipe from Sam.
"Oh, I don't know about obvious. Can anyone else tell?"
"Well I guess that guy in the shower could!" and he laughed. Sam chuckled and took another hit. They were both getting ripped. Mark felt a little dizzy so he leaned back against the wall.
"No, it's not obvious, but when you have a brother who's gay, you learn to see the signs, I guess. Don't sweat it."
"Your brother's gay?"
"Yeah, Rob. He's cool. He's three years older. We've always been close, so I didn't even think about it when he came out because...well...it's was obvious." Mark could see there was more to that story but for some reason he didn't ask more. Sam looked at him again, "You ever have a boyfriend?"
He gulped a little, but the pot was loosening him up. "No, I was too busy trying to be the best student ever, or something. No time for dating."
"I hear you, although Rob and I managed to have some fun."
Mark thought this was an odd way of putting it. Again, something told him to let it go. He could feel himself tingling all over and the proximity of Sam's body, only about a foot away, was mesmerizing. He became fascinated by the colour of Sam's shirt for a second then caught himself, shaking his head with a little chuckle. "So this is what being stoned it like. Kinda wild."
"Yeah, you can say that..." There was silence for a minute. "You know Mark, don't take this the wrong way, but getting blazed always makes me super horny so if it's ok with you, I'm going to rub one out..."
Mark was stunned by how open he was about something that was so secret to him. "Uh...ok...."
"You're welcome to do the same. It's kinda fun when you have a buddy along for the ride."
With that, Sam got off the bed, got his laptop and put it in the middle of his bed. He peeled of his pants and underwear as if it were the easiest thing in the world. He reached over and into his bedside table and removed a bootle of lube. "A little of this makes everything more fun." was all he said.
Mark shifted so he was sitting beside Sam who was searching the internet for, he assumed, some porn. He felt stoned enough to be excited but still inhibited enough to be a bit frozen, not sure what to do. Should he just go back to his bed and pretend nothing was happening? But Sam invited him to join and did he ever want to. He let the pot decide for him and slipped off his lounge pants and his underwear, something he had never done in the presence of anyone, ever.
"Sweet, I'm glad you're joining in. Here's the lube." and he hand the bottle over. Mark knew about lube, at least. I'm not a total innocent, he thought.
Sam had found some porn from the usual place, and started it, already sliding his hand up and down, making his cock slick and shiny. Mark couldn't help but watch him a little as he did the same thing, but trying to keep his focus on the screen. As he watched and stroked himself, tingling all over, he realized Sam had put on a bisexual scene. "Hey...this is..."
"Yeah, I thought I would put on something we both could enjoy. It's only fair. And scenes like this are kinda hot."
They were silent for a while, jacking to the video where there was all kinds of noise between the three people. They got up to all kinds of stuff and Mark was amazed at how many combinations and arrangement there were between three people. He became totally entranced, almost forgetting there was a really beautiful person beside him. Almost.
They both reached orgasm pretty quickly after that, both grunting as they spilled all over themselves, some hitting Mark in the face and he suddenly wasn't sure if it was his or Sam's. That was a new and exciting thought. Sam looked over at him when they finished and smiled. "Nice! I'm glad you could join in." He did something that he couldn't quite believed existed outside his fantasy life. Sam reach over and picked up some cum from Mark's face. "Sorry, I think I overshot the runway." He brought his finger to his lips and sucked it off. Then he looked at Mark, grinning. "Don't be shocked. We all have our kinks."
With that he slid of the bed and got a towel which he gave to Mark who, still a bit stunned and blissed out, tried to wipe himself off as best he could, handing the towel back to Sam, who did the same. Mark got up and put his underwear back on and sat on the edge of his bed, not sure what to do. Sam busied himself by putting the computer away and as he passed Mark reached out and ruffled his hair in a way that felt quite affectionate. "Thanks, Mark. That was nice." as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
Mark lay down, and shut off his light. It was a night of firsts. Jerking off with another guy, that guy tasting his cum. What next? "I'm really stoned." and Sam laughed. "Thanks, that was really fun..."
"Cool. Let's call it roommate bonding. Good night."
"Night, Sam." he managed to say before slipping into oblivion.