It was Peter's first month of college and he hated being stuck in a dorm with a bunch of lacrosse players. They were arrogant, loud, obnoxious, and boy did they smell. They often left their dirty lacrosse gear in the hallway outside their doors and it made the entire dorm reek of sweat.
Peter had never been an athlete himself. At 5'6", he was shorter than most guys and fairly weak and skinny. The one thing he had going for him was his blond hair, blue eyes, and cute, boyish face. He'd worn glasses until college and was picked on his entire life, mostly for being so scrawny.
Peter grew up in Pennsylvania but was now attending university in Vermont, where lacrosse was apparently a very big deal. Peter knew nothing about the sport but had somehow found himself housed in a dorm full of lacrosse players, many of whom were older than himself.
Thankfully Peter's roommate wasn't a lacrosse player and was similar to him in being a total nerd. Lincoln was nice and sweet and a little bit taller than Peter at 5'10". He grew up in Alabama and had brown hair, brown eyes, and a bit of a southern drawl.
Lincoln and Peter bonded right away, particularly over their hatred for the lacrosse team. They were both outsiders in the dorm, freshmen who were new to college and just turned 19, and the lacrosse players never hesitated to ridicule or belittle them. Most of the lax bros walked around the dorm half naked in towels or boxer briefs, eager to show off their sculpted and god-like bodies. Compared to Peter and Lincoln, who almost never worked out, each of them looked like adonises with thick, muscular arms, sculpted pecs, and washboard abs. Even their legs and glutes were massive and their impressive bulges were hard to miss in their towels or boxer briefs.
Because Peter had never played sports, he hated being naked and abhorred the locker-room-like atmosphere of his dorm. Lincoln seemed the same way and Peter never once saw him naked, despite them having lived together for over a month.
Andrew was one of the lacrosse players Peter hated the most. He lived right across the hall and was tall, blond, and handsome. At 6'4", Andrew towered over Peter and always seemed to have a cocky smile on his handsome face. Andrew loved to walk around in a towel or boxer briefs and he constantly bragged about his "big fucking dick." He was a junior, 21 years old, and apparently one of the captains on the lacrosse team. After his games and practices, Andrew always left his lacrosse gear right across the hall from Peter and Lincoln's room, where it reeked of BO.
With blond hair, green eyes, and model good looks, Andrew was clearly a chick magnet in the dorm. He somehow lived by himself without a roommate but had a constant stream of sorority girls stopping by. Peter and Lincoln could hear him fucking them from across the hall, with the girls begging and moaning for his cock. Whenever Peter or Lincoln went to the bathroom or walked back from the shower, they could hear girls loudly screaming in Andrew's room at the top of their lungs. Some of these babes could barely walk when they left his dorm room and Andrew was never shy about bragging about his sexual exploits.
"You like what you heard?" Andrew asked Peter once, as he saw one sexy sorority girl leaving his room. "She really loved my big fucking dick," he exclaimed, grabbing his bulge.
Peter gulped as he saw the snake beneath Andrew's towel, which indeed looked pretty massive. Truth be told, Peter was still a virgin and had never had sex. No girl (or guy) had seen him naked, and hearing Andrew talk so unabashedly about fucking so many chicks made him curious but nervous for what college had in store.
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Lincoln felt sympathetic and protective over his smaller roommate, Peter. Even though they were both freshmen, Lincoln was a few months older and four inches taller, so he felt like had had to stand up for his roommate against the lax bros.
Lincoln could tell that Peter often felt alone and out of place, particularly in a dorm full of lacrosse players. He tried to do the best he could in helping Peter feel at home, and the two roommates studied in the library together, ate their meals together, and even tried to go to a frat party together. It ended up being pretty boring, but at least they tried having some semblance of a social life.
Unlike Peter, Lincoln didn't hate living in the lacrosse dorm as much as his roommate did. Lincoln had been bi his entire life and didn't mind seeing tons of half-naked studs walking around at all hours of the day or night. He loved their toned muscles and big, bulging butts, and wished that they had group showers in their dorm. Instead, the showers had individual stalls with curtains, so Lincoln mostly just saw half-naked lacrosse players in towels or boxer briefs.
Lincoln also thought Peter was absurdly cute. He had boyish good looks, a nice smile, and was the opposite of the lacrosse players in many ways. He never worked out, never had sex, and seemingly had trouble speaking to girls.
Lincoln initially assumed Peter had a small cock since he was such a short and scrawny guy. After a month of living together, he'd never once seen Peter naked and assumed that he was shy and modest. But one night, the two roommates were both showering at the same time in separate stalls. As they did all the time, they took off their underwear facing away from each other in their dorm room before putting on their towels, so they never looked at each other or saw each other's dicks. Once they got to the showers, they each went into separate stalls, closed the curtains, and took off their towels.
Lincoln and Peter did this regularly, but this was the first time that Lincoln had accidentally forgotten his body wash. So he opened his curtain and peeked over to Peter's shower, hoping to ask to borrow from his roommate.
Lincoln was about to ask Peter if he could borrow his body wash when he saw a small gap in the curtain of his roommate's shower. It was just a six-inch gap, but big enough for Lincoln to see Peter showering on the other side. His roommate was shampooing his hair with his eyes closed and facing in Lincoln's direction, unaware that someone else was looking right at him.
As Lincoln expected, Peter's body was nothing to write home about. He was short and scrawny and had very little muscle on him, but he also had no body fat either, which made his body look somewhat toned. What completely caught Lincoln off guard was what was hanging between Peter's legs.
Lincoln had always expected Peter to have a tiny cock, since he was never naked and so short and skinny. But where Lincoln expected his roommate's modest penis to be hung a colossal cock that would make a horse jealous. It was long and thick and hung halfway to his knees--the biggest flaccid dick Lincoln had ever seen in-person or in porn.
Lincoln couldn't help but stare at his roommate's massive schlong for several seconds and soak in the sight. He then quietly snuck back into his shower stall and immediately started jerking off, without any soap or body wash. Lincoln's dick was also pretty big--a thick and meaty 8 incher. But he knew that his short and scrawny roommate had a manhood that looked even longer and thicker, and this turned him on like never before.
Lincoln was so horned up that he came in less than two minutes, jerking off his big, thick rod with both of his hands. As he turned the water colder to shrink his throbbing erection, Lincoln heard Peter finishing his shower in the stall across from him. Both roommates put on their towels and headed back to their dorm room as if nothing happened. But Lincoln knew that something very big had happened, and he was excited and eager to see what the rest of the year might bring.
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A month and a half into college, Peter was finally starting to get the hang of school and gearing up for his first midterms. The only problem was that his midterms coincided with one of the biggest lacrosse games of the season. All week, Peter had to deal with Andrew and his obnoxious teammates bragging about how they were going to beat the shit out of their rival team. And sure enough, they won 24-to-6 in a total blowout against the other school. So just as Peter was trying to buckle down and study, all of the lax bros in the hallway of their dorm were partying and raging into the night.
Peter tried earplugs and noise-cancelling headphones but still couldn't drown out the noise. By 2 am, he really needed to study but could only hear the raging of the lax bros across the hall. Lincoln too was trying to go to sleep and seemed really fucking annoyed by the noise.
For the last two weeks, Lincoln had tried to see his roommate's massive manmeat once again, but he couldn't catch a glimpse of it. Even though he occasionally noticed a snake-like bulge in Peter's shorts and pants, his modest roommate always hid his anaconda from view, and Lincoln started wondering if what he had seen in the shower had been just a dream.
Now that it was 2 am and Lincoln was tired as hell, he was pissed at the lax bros and decided to do something about it.
"Are you able to study?" Lincoln asked his roommate.
"Definitely not," Peter said. "Andrew has the music turned up so loud I can't hear anything."
Lincoln got out of bed and put on shorts and a t-shirt over his boxers. "Fuck this, man, let's go say something."
