"What was that?" Paul woke with a start.
The dim light from the window illuminated the dorm room with gray and blue shadows. He turned in his bed to look across the small room to his roommate, Nick's bed. Nick's back was turned towards the wall and Paul couldn't make out if he was sleeping or had he heard the noise too.
"Did you hear that?" Paul whispered loudly.
Nick lay frozen in his bed, pretending to sleep. He turned slowly and muttered "Hear what?"
"I don't know, it sounded like a..." Paul tried to come up with something to describe the sound that roused him from his deep sleep.
"I'm sure it was nothing, go back to sleep." Nick said.
"I don't know, man. I thought I heard moaning or something. Maybe Larry next door is finally getting laid!" Paul smirked.
"Yeah, maybe." Nick replied noncommittally.
Paul relaxed and turned away slightly toward the wall on his side of the tiny dorm room. This was a typical room for on-campus housing, not the palatial rooms that are frequently portrayed on TV and in the movies. This was a real dorm room, about ten by fifteen with a dresser, bed, desk and bookshelf on each side separated by five or so feet. Nick and Paul were upperclassmen but neither could really afford an off-campus apartment so the next best thing was a two-person room on-campus. Not the four-person rooms of the underclassmen dorms or worse, the youth hostel-like cattle pens of the freshmen dorms. Quiet, well-kept rooms, six rooms to a common bathroom without the insanity of the other campus living arrangements.
These close quarters kept things quiet but also afforded very little privacy. Nick waited quietly in the dark until he thought Paul was back to sleep. He silently rolled on to his back and resumed his slow, rhythmic stroking of his aching hard-on. Nick's nightly activity had been unexpectedly interrupted by Paul's outburst. Paul was pretty reliable in that he could sleep through almost anything. He even slept through the marching band pounding through the hall during the annual homecoming festivities.
Nick stroked his cock from the base to the bulging, purple head and spread the seeping precum around the tip, reveling in the sensation. He repeated this move several more times to build up a thick coating of sticky fluid on his shaft then began stroking faster and faster. Much to his surprise another moan, louder than he'd expected, rumbled from his throat.
"Dude, are you jacking off?" Paul had rolled back over to face his roommate.
"Wha...?" was all that Nick could manage to stammer out, once again frozen, but this time lying on his back with his knees up so his sheets tented up, obscuring the view.
"Are you jacking off? I heard a moan again. It was you, wasn't it?" Paul didn't sound upset, just wondering.
After a long pause Nick mustered a quiet "Yes."
"Didn't you just hook up with that girl from your biology class?" Paul asked.
Both Paul and Nick had no shortage of pussy. Many evenings, one or the other would put the baseball cap on the door handle indicating that the room was 'occupied'. In fact, that afternoon, Paul returned to find the cap on the handle and spent an hour or so in the lounge when the pretty redhead from Nick's biology class had walked out, hair disheveled and t-shirt on backwards. When he went back to the room, Nick was just coming out of the showers.
"So what?" Nick sounded a little annoyed, less at the question of his most recent conquest but more at the second interruption of his almost nightly jack-off session. He continued to move his hand up and down his rigid pole, thinking of this afternoon's activities.
"Nothing. I just guessed you'd be... I don't know... satisfied." Paul offered.
"I suppose." Nick offered back.
"I suppose not if you're pounding another one out right now. Were you reliving your afternoon fuck with, what's her name, Janie?" Paul thought about the smoking hot redhead. He'd seen her around the campus and definitely wouldn't mind taking a crack at her. Big tits, nice ass and long, curly red hair, what's not to want to fuck? She was in Nick's bio class so Nick had more immediate access to her but given the opportunity, Paul would fuck her in a minute. When he saw that it was her coming down the hall from their room, he secretly wished he gone ahead and walked in on them, at least for the chance to see her nude. Paul absentmindedly moved his hand down to his boxers and began rubbing his cock through the material.
"Yeah, Janie." Nick sounded far away.
"You're still at it aren't you?" Paul laughed.
Nick looked over and saw slight movements under Paul's sheets. The light coming in from the window on Paul's side of the room allowed for a little bit better vision for him as opposed to Paul looking into the shadows.
"Looks like you are too." Nick responded.
Paul looked down to see the shadow being cast by his semi-erect cock poking up from his sheets.
"Oh, shit." Paul pulled his legs up to tent his growing boner. "I was thinking about what it'd be like to nail Janie." He paused, and then asked, "How was it?" Paul moved his hand inside the waistband of his boxers and grabbed his growing cock.
"Oh, man, she's unbelievable. I guess all those sayings about redheads are true." Nick began. This was not the first conversation they had had about their encounters. Early on, Nick actually walked in on Paul and the girl who lives on the floor above them. That led to the agreement about the baseball cap. About a month later, Nick hooked up with the same girl, which led to a detailed conversation comparing the experience.
This conversation, however, had a decidedly different tone as both of them were actively stroking their cocks. Nick detailed the afternoon delight beginning with the aggressive make-out and grope session in the stairwell to the moment where she came so forcefully from his oral ministrations she nearly squeezed his head off with her thighs all the way to the bucking cowgirl riding Nick like a bronco forcing him to cling to his headboard to keep on the bed and to Nick finally dumping his load in her dripping pussy while pummeling her from behind.
