I stopped completely not knowing if I should go further. Drew pulled back from me and my heart sunk in my chest. When he inched forward again I was elated. I continued cleaning his cock and balls, all the while looking at Tommy's face. His cheeks flushed and he bit down on his tongue a bit. I heard a deep rumble in his throat. When I came back up to the top of his cock I could tell he was oozing precum.
I inched my way down his shaft feeling the veins pulse along the way. I started kneeling down in front of Tommy and soaped up his legs. I went all the way down to his ankles and bent my head down, too. I could feel his cock rub in the hair on my head. I could smell the musky scent of my cum and probably his precum. I lifted my head up and the tip of his cock started running down the center of my forehead. I felt it on the bridge of my nose and slowly opened up my mouth.
Tommy pulled back sharply and rubbed his crotch. He asked me to finish shaving him, since I was down there anyway. He handed me the razor and I sprayed more shaving cream in my hands. I coated his balls and upper thighs. With nimble but careful swipes with the razor, I cleaned a swath of clear skin across his inner thigh, while cupping his nuts in my hand. Pulling on his shaft to stretch his balls taut, I carefully removed every last vestige of hair from those cum filled sacs.
I grabbed his shaft again and it trembled in my hand. I saw some errant hairs on the shaft itself and slowly drove the razor blade to the tip, removing hair, soap and precum together. I used extreme caution as his veins were pulsating as his blood flowed to grow his erection to its full 7".
I pulled his cock down away from his body and I hear a sharp intake of breath. I took the razor and removed his treasure trail, from his navel down. I asked him how much more he wanted removed and he gasped, "All of it."
I added more shaving cream and slowly stroked his cock toward my face. I silently slid the razor over the remaining pubes surrounding his cock. His cock was absolutely dripping precum at this point and pulsing in my hand. As I wiped the excess foam from his jerking shaft, it looked so clean and luscious, I just wanted to fall upon it and devour every delectable inch. But that would have changed our relationship forever.
I asked Tommy to turn around and bend over. He did so and pulled his cheeks apart again, showing me his tight hole. I looked lower and put more shaving cream above his balls, spreading it over his perineum and around his puckered anus. As I shaved the last pubic hair from his body, Tommy moaned. He slowly stood back up and rinsed off all remaining soap, shaving cream and stray hairs from his body. His cock was pressed up to tight against his body that his cockhead was resting in his navel. He looked even bigger than before.
I reached up for his cock again, but he drew back and wrapped his own hands around it. He started pumping it harder and harder, thrusting his hips back and forth. His balls were swinging back and forth and suddenly, he turned away from me toward the shower wall and groaned, shooting 5 solid ropes of cum on the wall. The last ejaculation was followed by a deep grunt. Tommy's ass was clenched tight.
My cock was on fire and I stood next to him. I reached down and stroked myself with my right hand and rubbed my nuts with my free hand. My shaft was already pulsing. I didn't last more than 15 seconds when it felt like the head of my dick exploded like dynamite. My legs felt weak and my balls pulled up toward my body as I blasted on the wall next to Tommy. Again, my load sprayed from me in streams. I normally cum in great quantity, but I must have a hollow leg or something...because it looked like I drained over a pint of Drew batter on the wall.
"Christ Drew, you cum like a horse" Tommy exclaimed. I smiled. This was great. I thought to myself...I was falling for Tommy. We were great friends. We were great roommates. I wanted more and was beginning to think he did, too.
"This is kinda gay. We shouldn't do this again," Tommy said in a flat voice. He shut off the shower and walked out, wrapping a towel around his waist. I stood in the shower alone. I was overwhelmed and could hear the silence screaming in my ears. It got loader and loader. I wanted to throw up.
I stood in the shower for a long time. I don't know if I was cold or if it was nerves (or both), but I started shaking. I couldn't move for what seemed like hours. When I heard the outer gym door slam shut, I was jarred awake. I was trembling. My knees didn't seem to be working and I shuffled toward my clothes. I didn't even bother drying off, I just wanted to get out of there. I pulled on my jeans and put on my sock and shoes. When I put on my shirt I saw my boxers on the floor. I was sick to my stomach and grabbed my boxers and threw them in a garbage can. I chocked back my tears and headed for the exit. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was late, but I didn't want to go home.
I walked outside into the early spring air. I was windy and damp and it tore right through me. I refused to go back to my dorm and just started to walk. I mindlessly walked between buildings and found refuge from the cold in the library. I walked to a back study room on the forth floor and pulled the door behind me. I squatted down by a heating vent in the corner and closed my eyes. It would be seven hours later before I work up.
(continued)
I awoke with a start. Where the hell was I? I climbed up on my haunches and looked about. I soon realized I was laying on the floor of a library study room. My neck and back were killing me. I looked down at my watch and it said 7:30. Crap, I had a class at 8am and we had an exam. I raced from the library and headed toward my room. I didn't know what I was going to say to Tommy. Campus was already waking up and there was quite a bit of foot traffic already.
I felt like crap and looked even worse. I had even woken up with drool on my face. I made to my building and opened the front door with great trepidation. I made it up the stairs and walked down the hall to my door. I gulped, turned the knob and pushed the door open. I walked in the room. It was dead quiet. I walked over to my closet and stripped quickly. I threw on my rope, grabbed my towel and toiletries and headed for the bathroom.
The bathroom was busy with activity and I headed to an open showerhead after leaving my things in a cubby. I rinsed with cold water and was surprised to feel the lack of hair on my body. I was suddenly self conscious and looked around. Just the normal dorm mates in there, minding their own business. I washed quickly, dried off and went back to my room. I dressed quickly, deciding I didn't want to spend too much time in the room. I grabbed my book bag and headed for the door. I looked up at Tommy's bed and it was empty. I saw Ryan's foot hanging out of his bed and snuck out the room. I sprinted across campus and got into class just as the prof was handing out the test. My concentration luckily shifted to the task at hand and I had a reprieve for 90 minutes...not having to think about the night before.
The day progressed with two more classes, with lunch squeezed in between. I had small talk with a number of friends throughout the day. My stomach started doing flip-flops as the clock neared 3pm -- swim practice. I delayed as much as possible and ended up getting there late, about 3:30pm. I changed into my jammers and headed out to the pool area. The team was in the water finishing warm-ups. I looked in lane 4 (this is the lane Tommy swam in). With a quick scan, I couldn't find Tommy. As I was coming up near the head of the pool, the coach hollered my name. I turned and walked toward him.
"Locker room, now!" He was pissed. I followed him inside and he walked straight back to his office. We walked right back to the scene of the crime from the night before. Coach turned and looked at me. He asked, "did you forget to clean up your mess, Drew?"
I nodded my head and he said, "clean it up and come see me when you are done." His shower floor was sprinkled with hair shavings. The floor drain had a collection of pubic hair that looked like a tumbleweed. The razor and shaving can were on the back seat. I reached down and pulled the hair clump off the drain and threw it away.
I turned on the shower and used the head to direct water to wash the remaining hair down the drain. I put away the shaving material and was about to turn off the water when I saw the wall. There were definitely cum trails on the wall. I turned the water hotter and grabbed a nearby rag. With a little elbow grease I cleaned off the wall and mad sure the shower was sparkling clean. After shutting things off I headed into coaches office.
