Josh & Adam: the Hayloft Summer

Josh and Adam: The Hayloft Summer Pt 1 Prelude

Shepard's Mill is a small town. Like all small towns, everyone knows everyone's business. Growing up here, you get used to it. You kind of know if you go outsides the bounds, someone will find out, so you stay pretty much in the straight and narrow. Of course, there are always those who are always talked about, and those that get the hell out of here as soon as they can, as they know they just don't fit.

I'm Josh, 22 now, but when this happened, I was 19 after my first year away from home at State College, and back for the summer.

I have to say, even though the city the school was in was a "big" city, New York it wasn't. At just under a hundred thousand, it was still a metropolis unlike none I've seen after the few hundred in Shepard's Mill. Being a college town, there was always a lot going on, and even though, without a car, I spent most of my time on campus, it was an eye opener.

I was still pretty shy, not very outgoing so I didn't get in to anything wild or crazy.

We'd go to the ubiquitous parties, get our courage up to chat to girls, and every once in a while, managed a date.

I left high school a virgin, and left my first year of college a virgin too.

My roommate was Adam. Like me from a small town, just about 30 minutes from where I lived, so we had that in common. Both kind of quiet, didn't do things like get black out drunk or drugs or anything crazy.

He was in Engineering, I was in Business Admin, but we shared some common first year classes, and was good to have a study partner for that.

We got along well, and managed to be successful roommates. Both brought up to be tidy, respectful of others, etc. etc.

There are somethings though, even though you know everybody does, you don't really mention or talk about. One of these was my biggest eye opener.

I should explain, up to moving away, I never had a cell phone. You didn't need one in Shepard's Mill. Literally, everyone knew where you were and what you were doing. If you mom wanted you for some reason, all she had to do was ask a neighbor if they saw me, and soon the web expanded to reach me. Someone would say. "Mrs. Jackson said your Mom was looking for you." And that was that.

Going away I got a cell phone to keep in touch easily. We had school issued notebooks, and email, but it was nice to call home.

One thing you couldn't do on a school issued notebook was look at porn. And one thing you could do on a cell phone, was look at porn, in private, by yourself. It was a gamechanger as they say.

Even though we never talked about it, I knew Adam must have discovered that too.

Other guys would joke about stuff they looked up and it was common knowledge how easy it was to do it. Even how to delete your browsing history was part of the lore. Getting private time was a bit difficult. In someways dorm life was like its own small town. There were groups of three rooms each with two roommates, around a shared bathroom. So, six people to share two showers, two toilets and two sinks. You were not supposed to jerk off in the showers, but I am sure I wasn't the only guy who had to service himself there.

You weren't supposed to take long showers either, and especially in the morning if six people had to get through the bathroom all at once, you didn't have the time let alone privacy to have some self-service fun.

So occasionally, when you felt it was safe for a bit of time, you scrolled your phone until you couldn't take it anymore and had a shower.

Sometimes, when you go out, you would see another guy there, and kind of embarrassedly gather up your self back to the room.

The best was a day when you had no morning class, and your roommate did. You could look forward to those days where you could lay naked in bed with your phone and take your time. I never really thought about it then, but Adam must be the same.

After discovering online porn, you start trying to find new sites to titillate you. One morning when I had the luxury of a session with my cock ln bed, I came across a video of a guy's bare ass. I didn't realize it was guy for a bit, he was kind of twerking. Then I see a guy with a big hard on walk up in back of him. He puts his hands on the guy's hips and presses his cock against the smooth, white bottom and starts to grind.

I am stroking myself and feeling good. Then the camera moves. You see them from the side. The cute ass I was jerking to was a guy with a hard on that the guy behind had reached around to stroke.

I was transfixed. My cock was never stiffer than that before.

I see the guy behind then take and spread the guy's legs apart and the camera move in. His cock tip is pressed against the guy's asshole. It pushes in. He is fucking the smooth bottom, deep strokes all the way in and out. Then he pulls out. A stream of cum shoots out, splashing the puckering pink hole. I just started cumming and came and came from seeing that.

I realized watching a cock cum had really turned me on.

The next time I had a chance to get my phone and my cock out I looked for guys coming videos. I would slowly masturbate watching cock after cock cum until I couldn't stand it anymore and then try and time the next cum shot with myself cumming. I soon had favorites, ones I could tease myself with, then the one I knew that would send me over the edge and cum with them.

I didn't even think of it as "gay", it was just what turned me on. Slowing bringing myself to climax watching other guys cum just seemed right.

Once you've shot your load, usually into Kleenex, you head for the showers, after carefully flushing the cum soaked tissues down the john.

Since we had schedules, it was easy to determine when each of us would be there.

Some mornings I had the early classes. Others, we both did and then sometimes Adam had the early ones.

It was toward the end of the last term when I had an early class and left Adam to sleep in. Only today was a day that would change everything.

When I got to the hall for class, I found it was canceled. Rather than sticking around an hour till the next class, I figured I'd go back to the room for a bit.

I walked in and saw Adam wasn't there. His shower bag was on his desk, and his book bag gone. I figure he went to breakfast or the library.

I hadn't been in the room 30 seconds before I noticed something. It smelled like cum. The I saw it. On his bed was a clump of wadded tissues. I laughed a bit, thinking, "Ah, I know what you were up to."

I sniffed again. It was like a perfume, exhilarating. I felt my cock twitch. I suddenly visualized Adam in bed, arching his back, one hand on his cock, the other holding the tissues to his cock tip as his sperm unloaded into it.

I put down my book bag and walked over to the bed.

As roommates, we occasionally changed clothes or otherwise were in underwear or loose pajamas with each other, but normally faced away when doing that. We had never seen each other naked, and though I had caught glimpses of his bulge, I never really thought about it. Now I was.

All the videos of cocks cumming flashed in front of me, making my cock suddenly ache to be free of my pants. I couldn't help thinking of him cumming there, naked. splashing spurt after spurt into those Kleenexes.

I knelt down by the bed. His sex scent was strong. I wanted to rub it on my face, feel his hot spurts on me.

I sniffed again. I lay my face sideways next to it, breathing deeply. Closing my eyes, thinking about his cock, his cock which he stroked till it exploded into these tissues.

I managed to unbuckle my pants. I just pulled them down; I need my cock free to pound. My penis head was covered in slick precum. My fist slid over and down, slamming against my pubes. Each inhale filled me with a new desire. My fingers around my tip squeezed and tightened and pounded. I was gasping, eyes closed and nose open. I felt my self building up. By some miracle I managed to pull my shirt down and catch the flood of sperm erupting from my cock.

I lay there a minute, panting. I felt like every muscle in my body had tensed and released in that load of cum. I managed to get up, feeling very naked with my cock out and my bare bottom in our room. I pulled my shirt off and managed to clean up myself a little, then stumbling across the room with my pants at my ankles.

I buried my shirt at the bottom of my laundry bag. I looked at his bed, I did not want to make it look like anyone had touched it. The sheets were all disordered, and so my laying my head did not seem noticeable. I thought I should get out, as I didn't want Adam to even guess someone had been here to see his tell-tale tissues.

The rest of the day was an agony. What if Adam found out? What was I thinking? The lust that flowed thorough me from just smelling his sperm was a new and confusing feeling.

I got back to the dorm and dreaded what would happen. Adam was there at his desk, bed made up, a sly glance at my laundry bag showed it was just where I left it. "Hey Josh, I'm starved, let's head over to the dining hall."

"I was thinking I might need a shower; it's been a long day. You go and I'll meet you."

Adam looked up. "Gee, you look a little beat, what's up?"

"Nothing," I replied, "Just a long day."

"Come on now, I don't like going by myself, it's so crowded I never know where to sit."

I felt resistance was futile. At least he didn't know what I had really been up to today.

"Ok, ok, let me wash up a minute."

I went to the bathroom. I needed to pee, and after unzipping, my damp pubes unleashed the unmistakable musk of male cum. I couldn't pull down my pants at the sink and wash myself, so I used lots of soap on my hands so I smelled hopefully less smelly than the cum encrusted shirt in the bottom of my laundry bag.

The dining hall was crowded, and we ended up at a booth with two girls who kindly let us sit on the other side. Adam was pressed up against me. He was unusually sparkly, talking and laughing, asking them about their majors, etc. Occasionally I felt his hand on my leg, but we were jammed in there so my hand occasionally ended up on his leg. I tried not to think of it. After dinner, we got back to the room, I said I really needed a shower and to go to bed, and headed to the showers. I felt guilty thinking about what I had done, and after the shower just went to bed.

The rest of the term was a blur, as we were in finals, and I needed good grades to keep my scholarship.

We went on as normal. I laid off the videos as I was too busy and felt weird thinking about watching porn, when all I could think of was Adam's scent and how it just turned me on like nothing else ever had.

We agreed we would be roommates the next year and stay in touch over the summer. He was back to his parents, as was I.

My first year of college over, and I learned more than I wanted to about myself.

The end of Part 1, Part 2 continues to their summer meeting and the Hayloft.