Tony never made it out of the dorm for that burger, deciding instead to keep at the preparation for his ancient history final. Thank goodness for microwave Oodles of Noodles.
Jack returned from the cafeteria and soon was studying for his last final, biology. The roommates toiled pretty much in silence, except for occasional profanity aimed at professors who subjected their students to comprehensive finals. Around midnight, Jack and Tony were each struggling to concentrate. By then, coffee, and plenty of it, had become the beverage of choice.
Eventually, Jack slid back from his desk, rubbing his eyes and stretching his back. Tony wondered if his roomie could use a rub.
"Man," Jack said. "It's gonna take another hour to get through these notes, but I am beat. Maybe a shower will wake me up." With that, he gathered up a towel, soap and shampoo and headed down the hall. The dorm in which they lived was the oldest on campus. Unlike the new dorms, the rooms in Reynolds Hall did not feature private bathrooms. But those new dorms were for upper classmen. Freshmen lived in Reynolds, and were stuck with group bathrooms and showers. The shower room offered no privacy, just a large space with eight shower heads. Tony tended to shower early in the morning, before the showers became crowded. Most days, he showered alone, which was fine with him.
With Jack down the hall, Tony was more than distracted. A late-night shower would provide an answer to a question that the been on his mind: the size and shape of Jack's cock. Tony was shaking as he gathered his stuff, stripped off his clothing and headed down the hall clad only in basketball shorts. As he entered the bathroom, he could hear water flowing in the shower. If there was anything good about the shower room, it was the water pressure. At full force, the thin streams of water stung the skin. Tony put his shorts on the bench outside the shower room and started inside, hoping for a glimpse of Jack's cock. What he saw, shocked him. Tony was leaning with his back against the wall beneath a shower nozzle, eyes closed, with the water hitting his chest and running over his body. Jack's arms hung at his sides and his cock was in full view. It was not particularly large, but it was different than Tony's and Max's. Jack was not circumcised, and his cockhead was covered by a long sheath of loose skin. Tony could not stop looking, and a few seconds later got to see more. Without opening his eyes, Jack reached down and began to stroke his flaccid penis. He pumped just three or four times and was completely hard. Jack stroked his cock slowly, something Tony never did. With Tony, the goal was always to beat off as fast as possible so he could cum, rest up and masturbate again.
Tony was erect as he walked into the steamy room and turned on a shower across from Jack. The sound of a new water stream caused Jack to open his eyes. "Hey Ton, you trying to wake up, too? I thought you were a morning shower man."
As Jack spoke, he was calm as could be, and he never stopped stroking his cock. Tony was nervous, and kept his back to Jack as he lathered up; he didn't want his roommate to see his hard penis. Jack was as chatty naked as he was dressed. "Tony, do you ever jack off in here? That's why I shower late. I wouldn't want just anybody to see me in here stroking my cock." Tony didn't answer.
Apparently, Jack didn't mind if his roommate could see him at work. "I like to masturbate under the shower," Jack said. "The spray feels good pounding on my body and the water keeps my cock slippery. The cum just runs down the drain, so there's no mess to clean."
Tony couldn't believe how uninhibited Jack was about such a private subject. As Tony rubbed soap between his legs, he couldn't resist giving his cock a couple strokes. In that instant, Tony was startled by Jack's next words - because they came from about six inches away.
