Brock stretched and rolled over to face the wall. He let the off-white paint come into focus as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was still adjusting to no longer waking up in the home in which he had spent the first 18 year of his life. He felt mixed emotions about being away from his small town.
In Camdenville, Brock had been popular, had had a solid group of friends, and had been able to do well enough in high school without having to put in much effort. He knew that his good looks had a lot to do with how others perceived him. In middle school, he'd been shorter and scrawnier than the majority of his peers, and it had made him rather insecure.
Things had quickly changed for Brock in the summer after middle school; he'd had a growth spurt, and had started spending time with his older brother at the gym. Over the course of high school, he'd developed into a 6'2" young man with a muscular frame. He was especially proud of his 16-inch biceps, although he was generally toned with ample muscle mass distributed across his body.
Brock rolled back over and looked at himself in the mirror positioned next to his roommate's bed. It was a hot afternoon, with the temperature reaching nearly 95 degrees in an early September heatwave. As such, he was sleeping in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else.
Brock noticed the way the light coming through the window accentuated the deep green in his hazel eyes. He ran his hand through his shaggy blond hair, feeling the sweat near the corner of his temples. Brock took a deep breath, feeling stifled by the heat; he had always preferred the cold over being too hot. He glanced at the clock, realizing that it was 2:20pm. He took one last look at the way his muscles rippled underneath his fair skin as he moved into a sitting position at the end of the bed.
Brock tried to summon up some energy, since he was supposed to be attending an introductory psychology class across campus in less than an hour. He felt a little sad that he had not used his time alone to do something other than sleep.
Brock looked down at the lump in his boxer briefs, noticing that he had a subsiding erection. Since arriving at college last week for an early orientation program aimed at supporting college students moving from out of state, he had yet to jerk off a single time.
The second day after he had moved in, when his roommate had been away, Brock had started to watch some porn on his phone. He'd been lying in bed, massaging his cock through the fabric of his underwear. Just as he'd been starting to get hard, he'd heard his roommate struggling to open the door. He'd hastily closed the app on his phone and rolled over onto his stomach to hide his erection, pretending to be asleep
Since that incident, Brock had been trying (and failing) to not think about jerking off. He thought he just needed a few more days to better familiarize himself with his roommate's schedule before making another attempt. He reached down with his left hand and adjusted his cock, which was sticking to his thigh. He decided that he was going to need to take a shower in order to make it through the rest of the day.
Brock stood up focused on gathering the things he would need before going to the boy's bathroom on the floor below him. He was living in a co-ed building where the 1st and 3rd floors' bathrooms were for the male students and the bathrooms on the 2nd and 4th floors were for the female students. Brock, along with many other students in the dorm, thought it was stupid that they didn't just make the bathrooms co-ed for convenience. He rummaged through his duffel bag collecting his shampoo, bar of soap, toothpaste and toothbrush. He had been meaning to buy a smaller bag to keep them in, so he could just grab that and take it with him.
Brock took off his underwear, feeling a sense of relief at having the damp, sweaty fabric stripped away from his body. He looked down at his cock; he'd trimmed the pubic hair closer to the shaft just before leaving home, and he thought it looked better that way. He reached down, and his cock began to firm up as soon as his hand made contact with it.
"Fuck, I'm so horny. I really need to cum or else I am going to burst," he said silently to himself. Brock thought, if bathroom was largely empty, he would jerk off while showering, even though it made him anxious to think that someone might enter and hear him busting one out in the shower.
Brock took his towel off the hook in his closet and wrapped it around his waist. It was a little snug due to his large thighs and well-muscled ass. He slipped on the shower sandals he kept next to his dresser. He picked up his supplies, as well as the key card needed to enter the dorm and his room, cradling them in the crook of his right elbow as he left to head down the stairs to the first floor. As the dorm room door closed behind him, Brock quickly heard a commotion.
"I'll make sure I get the red suitcase. Put the sheets on the bed while I'm grabbing it," said a woman's voice in the distance.
Brock turned his head; he locked eyes and received a small nod from a guy caring a cardboard box in his arms.
Oh, that's today, Brock thought to himself. It was move-in day for the rest of student body. He noticed himself flushing a bit; he was feeling a little vulnerable with so many people around him as he realized he was basically naked except for a towel.
Brock was used to being naked around other athletes, as he would shower with the fellow members of the baseball and football teams in high school. In fact, he'd developed an increased sense of confidence when he'd realized he was not a "grower" like many of his peers. His circumcised cock was roughly 7 inches flaccid and well-proportioned; it grew to 9 inches when he was fully aroused. Walking through a busy dorm, however, was not the same as showering with his teammates.
Brock tried to focus on maneuvering through the crowded hallway. There were people and boxes everywhere, including some parents. He could feel various objects rubbing against his exposed back, chest, and stomach as he hurried along. He came to a place near the end of the hallway where a mattress was leaning against the wall, making it hard to pass.
Brock found himself feeling frustrated as he bent his body closer to the wall and crooked his neck in order to be able to pass through the triangular shape created by the leaning mattress. Suddenly, Brock felt a jolt of energy surge through his body; he felt the unmistakable sensation of soft skin rubbing against his bare, sculpted abs. Before he knew it, he felt someone falling into his arms. He let go of his shower supplies in order to grab them before they fell to the floor.
"I'm so sorry. I am such a klutz. I should have been more careful," said a soft-spoken male voice.
Brock focused first on getting the young man upright. He'd hooked his arms underneath his armpits, and he was able to steady him without much trouble. After that, he finally got a chance to look at him. He was a lean young man with short red hair and a smattering of freckles across his cheeks. Brock assumed he was another freshman moving into the dorms. Brock was struck by how soft the young man's skin felt. He was also drawn to the pillowy fullness of the young man's pink lips. He impulsively grabbed for his waist with his left hand, breathing a sigh of relief to find that his towel had not fallen off during the collision.
"I'm Thomas. Sorry again. I am not normally this absentminded. Is that a cut? Did I scratch you when I was falling?" the young man asked.
Before Brock could speak, Thomas extended his right hand; he started caressing Brock's forearm and right flank where he'd been cradling his shower supplies. Brock noticed a warmth stirring in his cock as it started to spring to life. He hunched his body forward a little to make any tenting in his towel less visible.
"No, I think I am okay," Brock said after quickly scanning his forearm.
"Here, let me help you," said Thomas, dropping into a squatting position to gather up Brock's toiletries.
Reflexively, Brock said," Don't worry, I've got it," dropping to a crouching position as well.
