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Discovering a surprise neighbor in the freshman dorm
Ben leaned up against the door frame of the entrance to his dorm room and took in all the insanity going on in the hallway. One incoming freshman after another was busy dragging boxes and laptops and stereos and suitcases down the long corridor in search of the specific room that would be their cramped quarters for the next nine months. All the confusion, scurrying around, and bumping into each other was like watching ants at a church picnic. He had gotten in the day before and already had his quarters pretty much set up and under control, and therefore avoided the craziness going on around him now. The roommate he was to share it with had yet to show, and he said one more silent prayer that he wouldn't. Scoring the privacy of a single room...even if it was just for one semester...was probably the most coveted dream of any college boy.
He snickered to himself as he watched the various individual scenes. One poor guy had dropped his CD collection and was scrambling to recover the discs as they bounced around on the tile floor. Two more were wrestling a compact refrigerator along the floor in between other students. Three guys were arguing about all of them being assigned to a double room and which one was to be the one 'out of luck' and having to go fight with the housing office. Just as he turned to go back into the calmness his room, his eyes drifted to the back of a tall guy navigating his way through the quagmire of bodies.
'Holy shit,' Ben thought to himself. 'That has to be the finest ass I have ever seen on a guy.' He was at least six-one or two and the long legs were topped off with a high, tight, and fabulously rounded butt that was so-well packed into a pair of jeans, it was as if Calvin Klein himself has designed the rump for a billboard. Ben leaned back against the doorway opening again and licked his upper lip as he watched each cheek jiggle gently as the hunk walked away from him. Even though he was a virgin in every way except for his right hand, Ben already knew what it was he preferred but he hadn't let anyone else know yet. After one last long gaze, he stepped back into his room with the thought, 'Now that I would be willing to come out to...especially if he wants to help me lose my V-card.'
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Tim paused just before entering his room and looked back over his shoulder. He had the feeling that someone was watching him very intently. He glanced around the crowd, but couldn't peg the cause of the sensation. The sixth sense awareness that eyes were concentrating on him was something that he had become acclimated to; particularly since he had bloomed into adulthood earlier than most other guys. He was far from narcissistic and didn't relish being stared at by others; but his thick dark hair, exceptional good looks, and strong build just attracted eyes whether he wanted them or not. In many ways, it also made him very ill at ease and was one of the main reasons his social life during high school had been self-limited. That and the realization of an attraction to other guys that had surfaced...along with unwanted boners...during gym classes.
Shrugging his shoulders to shake off the feeling of eyes being on him, Tim walked into the room and said 'Hi' to his roommate. His roomie replied 'Hi' back and immediately returned to perusing the stack of class texts he had already snatched up at the bookstore.
Jake and he couldn't be at more opposite ends of the spectrum. Tim was a jock, having played football, soccer, and wrestled all through high school. Jake was the Wikipedia definition of 'nerd' right down to the thick glasses and pocket protector. Tim had struggled with classes to be able to complete high school with a good enough GPA to at least be able to get into college since his athletic abilities; while being above average; wouldn't get him a free pass. Jake had been his class valedictorian and was on a full academic scholarship.
The other thing that had become obvious quite quickly the night before, was that while Tim was used to hanging out in just boxers and liked to sleep nude, Jake stayed totally dressed when in the room and changed into full pajamas for bed. He had thought to himself, 'Damn! Even jerking off is going to be limited to the shower it looks like with this guy here.' But with all the differences between them, they were getting along so far. Tim settled onto his bed and slipped on earphones to listen to the latest 'One Direction' CD he had added to his collection.
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Ben had finally given in to the rumbles in his stomach and wandered over to the student union to enjoy his favorite dinner: a greasy double cheeseburger, large order of fries, and extra thick chocolate shake. He knew it wasn't anywhere near as nutritious as what he should eat, but he couldn't help himself. He loved the taste combination and would work off the empty calories later with a jog around the campus. He sat alone off in a corner and thought back on what his life had been like since his parents split up when he was 14.
The divorce couldn't have come at a worse time for Ben. He was just beginning to try and deal with the fascination about other guys when all his friends were turning into walking, talking, constantly horny-for-chicks, one-track hormones. The confusion and questions he had were compounded by not having anyone he felt he could discuss the issue with...not even his favorite cousin. He had just about reached the point that he thought he could broach the topic with his dad, when he suddenly moved out. His mom explained far too simply that the marriage was hopelessly over. She added to the angst that created by announcing that as soon as the paperwork was done, they were moving across the state back to her former hometown. Ben remembered his thoughts from back then. 'Fuck! I am already about as screwed up in the head as I can get and you are ripping me out of the only place I have ever lived and dropping me into a whole new unknown situation just as I start high school! No friends! No family but an elderly grandfather I haven't seen for years, your also-divorced sister, and her daughter that had the reputation of town slut. Nothing will be familiar and there are more adjustments than I want to deal with.' He shook his head at the original memories, wondering how he had gotten through all of it without blowing his brains out. More than a few times during the difficult transition he had considered suicide...especially after he realized he would only see his dad a few times a year at best.
Once they had relocated, Ben became a loner and threw himself into sports. Even though he was very good at each sport he involved himself in, he showed the most promise and soon excelled at swimming and diving. He was a popular teammate but didn't run with the rest of the jocks. That decision came after he developed a major crush on one of the other guys on the swim team when he was a sophomore. More than once he was sure he had been caught staring at the impressive bulge showing in Brent's Speedos or letting his eyes wander too much in the locker room. He dated only enough to keep rumors from starting, but never had a third date with any girl. They just didn't have the same affect on him as the allure of other guys. The closest thing he had to a sex life was jerking off to internet porn...mainly movies that involved two guys. He intentionally did little to make close friends because he was certain he was the only gay dude in the small city. Close friends had to share things and he wasn't ready to fling open his closet door to peers that dropped 'fag' and 'queer' into conversations on a regular basis. Ben hated that town and had only two goals for those four tumultuous years: try to become good enough to get a swim team scholarship; and if he didn't, study hard enough to still be able to move back to what he would always considered home to attend the university there.
Ben was jogging back across the quad when he saw that same set of hot male globes under denim entering the dorm. He picked up his speed in hopes of getting a closer look and see what else this guy looked like. By the time he raced through the doors, the long legs he was wanting to see more of were a half flight ahead of him on the stairs. Ben hit the first step quickly but slowed to match pace with his fixation. The gorgeous ass moved slowly and Ben took time to drink in every movement as they both climbed upward to their third floor hallway. He had been unable to see anything except rump and long thick hair...the face was still a mystery to him as they walked ten foot apart down the corridor. Ben stopped at his door and paused to enjoy the erection he had popped as he continued to watch the fantasy man stroll to his own door. There was no doubt in Ben's mind that he would soon be enjoying a satisfying and needed whack session in the privacy of his room. Just as he started to step through his doorway he glanced one last time at the luscious piece of manhood he was lusting after. The guy's head turned as he stepped across the threshold and all Ben got was a quick view of his profile, but two things smacked him hard as he did. It looked as if the guy was as hot as his ass, and there was something about his face; what little he saw of it; that clicked in his mind. 'I know him from somewhere,' was still echoing between his ears as he stripped down and flopped naked on his bed with the largest boner he had had in weeks.
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As the door closed behind him, Tim once again had the nagging thought that he had been being watched again. That impression quickly vanished though as he realized that Jake was out somewhere and he had the room to himself...hopefully at least long enough to take care of business. He had been wandering around the campus and after enjoying all the young male eye candy, he needed relief that was more than a furious jerk session in the shower. Tim kicked off his sneaks at the same time he peeled his tee shirt over his head. His jeans were forced down just as rapidly and he dropped onto his bed as soon as he freed them from his ankles. Glancing at the locked door, he silently begged to the air, 'Give me ten more minutes, Jake.' He rolled the waistband of his tight boxer briefs down and snugged it under his full balls. His cock flopped into his pubes and a string of pre leaked from the tip before he even touched himself. 'I really need this,' he said to himself as he wrapped his hand tight around the pulsing seven incher and began a methodical slow stroke.
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Down the hall Ben was making love to himself with his hand. The hot dorm neighbor he wanted so badly now, was the vision he was having behind his closed eyes. They were both naked and the guy was introducing him to the joys of man-on-man action. Ben pulled a little faster on the fleshy shaft in his palm as he imagined what it would be like to be in a sixty-nine with Mister Hot Ass. He smiled at the imagery of them working each other with their mouths. His slit oozed out more pre than it ever had before thanks to his mind telling him that anyone with a butt that beautiful, had to have equipment between his legs to match it. Even though he wanted this to last, Ben licked his lips and ramped up the speed of his yanks.
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