+++This brilliantly written story is unfortunately restricted to those who are over 18. If you are younger, you earn a pat on the head and a request that you leave.
Wilberry College is a name that I have heard about since I was old enough to understand words. It was my pop's school and he never tired of extolling it's excellence. Naturally, without a scholarship I had to depend on my parents to foot the bill. That is why I find myself here. It's the first day and I have just started stowed my shit away.
This is an old school. There are only 3000 students. Wilberry, I think, tries to seem like a venerable English college. The buildings are Gothic in style, the dorms are furnished with old fashioned wooden furniture, full of students carvings and generally battered. "But that's what gives it class," Dad says. As he strolled around the campus he talked of the school as usual. "They still teach Greek and Latin. None of those trade or commercial courses. The classics rule." I eyed the students passing by. Many wore blue blazers and white button down shirts. No ties though, that was their nod to the modern world. Also I noted there all were clean shaven. I guess I will have to get rid of my fuzzies and get a haircut.
I was lucky to get one of the four single occupancy dorm rooms.. Near the heavy entranced door was a washstand with a China bowl on top. Above that, a mirror with the silver coating flaking off. "Did they have any idea of maintenance." I asked, only to earn a frown from Dad. Every room has that shaving deal left over after running water was introduced in 1890.
Once we said our goodbyes, I resumed putting my stuff into the closet. I noticed a small door in the far end of the closet. It was about the size of a medicine cabinet door. There was a combination lock on it, one of those three dial ones. That would be easier to open than a four dialer, but still the combinations were into the six figures. I decided to try to open it as a project during my stay here. I'd probably find that it was a fuse box.
After locating the dinning hall and filling up on the starchy foot I returned to my dorm. As I used my key to open the door I noticed that the room number was in three digits in brass on the door.. Wouldn't it be funny if that was the combination?
Once inside, I locked the door and pushed my clothes aside to have clear access to the little door. I tried the number from the room and presto, it opened easily. I slipped it off and opened the door. Wow, it wasn't a cabinet, it was a window into the next dorm. A young fellow was standing in front of his wash stand, in this case, located in the bathroom. His face was only six inches from mine. I jumped back, but then I solved the puzzle. He saw my window as a mirror. It was a two-way mirror. Beyond him was the toilet. Right now he was squeezing a pimple.
When he moved back from the mirror I realized that he was a kid I had seen in the hall. He was one of those sexy nerds. I know that seems like a strange term, but it was true. He had nerdy glasses, but his features were way cute. The best thing was that he was in his undershorts. A flat, no muscle chest, but gorgeous milk white skin and nice pale pink nubbies. Further down was his faintly convex belly, also cute, especially as there was a trace of pale brown hair, especially clustered around his belly button..
He made a sudden move and I jumped back, clothes hangers making a loud noise. I think this must have been a doubled glass mirror as he didn't seem to notice the loud sounds.
His sudden move was to lift his arm and put it around the back of his neck. The arm was, well, sweet and smooth. Not much muscle, but he exposed a luxuriant display of light brown hair in his under arm.. My boy turned his head and pushed his nose into his pit and took a deep breath. So help me, it had an intoxicating effect on his. His eyes blurred and his mouth opened in pleasure. Shit, this boy was a pit sniffer.
I also liked to smell myself, but I didn't get so much out of it as he seemed to. Then this show got much better. He slipped off his underpants. They were the usual briefs, white, a little yellowish at the pouch. That didn't mean he was a bad boy, no he just suffered from a bit of dribble.
His equipment came into view. Excellent! Who would think this bookish boy had such nice stuff. His balls hung way down and his cock shaft was long, even though still soft. He had a long foreskin. That explains the dribble, you agree?
Then he did the most unexpected thing. He began gently tickling his under arm, back and forth, now his eyes were really foggy and he was drooling a bit. I looked down toward his cock and sure enough, it was hard and curving upward toward his stomach. Then the inevitable, he began gently stroking it. Do you think his bag of tricks were finished? No, he surprised me by sinking to his knees (incidentally I was pleased to note that he had very strong legs, I bet he biked to his job at the supermarket). Then he began, what must be him, a usual routine. He leaned forward so that his hanger balls were over the rim of the commode. Then he began his stroking. He got the double pleasure by the effect of his balls being massaged by the rim and he could control his cuming by pressure on that spot below his balls. But fun is fun as the pre-orgasmic fever hit him. His body began jerking and he almost fell forward as he began his spurting. He splashed heavy streams on the inside of the bowl. I counted six. Finally, with shaky legs, he arose. His face was red and his cock, now limp was scarlet as well. Then he turned off the light and walked through the door. I could see the bed. He fell into it and then the reading light went off. No past cum cigarette for our boy.
I mulled over what I had seen. I guessed that all the guys had their own method. It was a kind of secret from the rest of the world.
I found out his name was Wilford Smith. We had our names slipped into the brass holder on the door. I guess his parents wanted to avoid a simple name to go with Smith. Later I found that he was called Will. We began greeting each other when we happen to be outside of rooms.
I found out that he was a bit taken with me. I could tell the way he smiled so cutely when we met. It wasn't until a day or two later that I found out more about the way he felt.
There I was again, in the closet, hah. But I discovered something I hadn't noticed before. There was a small sliding section of wood on the frame of the window/mirror. I slid it to the right and low and behold, I could hear the conversation in the room next door clearly.
My boy was entertaining another skinny friend. Will was sitting on an easy chair and his guest was sitting on Will's bare yummy legs. They were kissing lazily, no bit passion here. Then Will pulled away. I heard him say, "Hey Mark, did I tell you about my next door neighbor?"
I didn't hear Mark reply,but Will launched into an accolade of my fine points. "He's sort of jocky looking, big hands, heavy shaved beard, lots of muscles, square jawed, handsome. He's beyond hot. " Wow that boy had good taste, I'd have to check myself out later.
So nothing happened much for a day, but I was getting very interested in Will because he was interested in me. I tried to figure how I could get closer to him. Well, I was only a mirror away, but I mean flesh to flesh. The opportunity came later that day, at the swimming pool.
I finished my laps and headed back to the locker room and spa area. It was getting close to dinner time and the place was empty. The steam room, however, hadn't been turned off. I slipped out of my wet trunks and grabbed a towel. I hung the towel on a hook on the outside of the steam room, I didn't want to get it wet in there and stayed naked.
I stepped inside. Wow, the mist of steam was almost impenetrable. I tried to sit on the lower step but as soon as my butt hit the tile I jumped up. Shit it was hot! I stood there getting the steam and it was relaxing my muscles well, but I wish I could sit down and rest.
I heard a voice coming from the top step, just as I were I was standing. "Here Jeff, I have an extra towel." I leaned forward ;and poked my head toward the sound.
"Do I know you?"
"Sure, I am in the room next to you, I'm will."
"Oh yeah, hi. Yeah, the towel would be good.""
I reached up to the top step for the towel.
"Nice pits," came his reverent whispered remark.
Of course, I knew all about him. I decided to grasp the moment and in an authoritative voice I said, "Would you like to smell them?"
"Yeah," came his affirmative in a hoarse choked voice. "Then hope down here and get to work."
He crab walked the three levels until he was standing next to me. Even with the hiss of steam, I could hear his labored breathing. I put my hands behind my neck and clasped them. He was shaking with excitement. Soon I felt him close to me. He put his arm around my waist and pressed his crotch against my outer thigh. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against me. His hand went to feel me. "You're hard," he said with pleasure and began pushing his nose into my pit.
I really got with it too. It felt so nice, and his evident excitement was contagious. He went from sniffing to licking. I was hard and pulsing from the attention.
"Willy boy, you got me all hot and bothered. You're gonna have to get on your nerdy knees and take care of my problem."
"Sure Jeff, I'll do anything you ask." And he sunk to the floor, and grabbed my cock in his slim hand and wanked it a bit.
"Stop playing. Get with the program." I had never been sucked by a guy, but they say they do it beter. I was soon to see.
This kid was not neat, but damn effective. What he lacked in finesse he made up with enthusiasm. He slurped noisily and licked and suckled like a mad calf. It felt like pure heaven. I felt sorry for him, here I was hogging all the fun, so I put out my big foot with the hairy instep and rubbed it back and forth on his hard cock. He was moaning around my cock and his body began humping my foot. In a moment he grabbed me around my ass and began shaking. I felt his hot slime pelt my foot and that feeling and the mind picture put me into launching mode. I grabbed his head and held him tight against my crotch. The poor kid was gagging and choking but that only felt better. I gave him my top quality spooge and his slim neck bobbed up and down as he dutifully swallowed.
When I was finished, I helped him up. He was still shaking.
"I hope we were alone here."
"Oh yes, I checked before you came in. Say Jeff, you like ale? My friend Mark is coming over tonight and bring some large bottles. You want to join us?
"Sure, why not. Does little Marky like smelly air pits? I could work out a bit and get sweaty."
"O-o-o-o-o you're getting me hard again."
"Keep that thought in mind. See you in two hours or so."
End Part One.