The Adventures of Urlen – Chapter 9
"That's great" he exclaimed, and I wished he was saying it admiringly of my dick. But he wasn't. I'd met him at the lunch-time cafeteria service. We were in the queue together with our trays and we sat down and got talking - as students do. It was the first term of the third year of my University course; I was vice Captain of my College rugby team and careful to set an example of good behaviour on – and off – the pitch. "Q" had been sent down after doing next to no work during his only full year; Thierry and Vic had both gone and I – after the excitements of camping in France during the summer vacation - had started a relationship with a girl friend. It didn't last long! I discovered when I went to bed with her that she had more experience than I did and that I came so quickly that it left her unsatisfied.
"Is that it?" she said tartly after the first time, and the second and third were no better. I just couldn't control my orgasm – something I could have done much better with my hand. Indeed I came to feel that sex between men and women was over-rated and when she dropped me for a friend of mine I was quietly relieved. Nevertheless I was determined to go "straight" for a while and even gave up wanking for a bit. That resolution lasted all of a week – and the other determination not much longer!
Anyway, he was reading English and I found him very attractive. He was tall in gangling kind of way, with a lazy smile and a look of easy confidence. He was forthright and frank in speech and we soon discovered that we felt "sympa" about each other, as the french say. We also discovered that we both played squash, and as the University had six squash courts just round the corner from my digs, we set off after finishing our lunch to make a booking. There was a court free the following afternoon so we booked it. I almost forgot to ask his name before we left and he said it was Tom.
The next afternoon we met for our game and found we were well matched. He was athletic and moved around the court with speed. It was a close encounter which he just won. We were very hot after the game and went for a shower, standing next to each other under adjacent showers and soaping the sweat off our bodies. I could see that he was well hung, his balls were larger than mine and his uncut dick looked as if it would swell up to a good size when it was stiff. He had a line of black hair running down his chest, over his smooth stomach and on to the black bush round his dick and balls. He was a wonderfully manly sight and he didn't seem to be shy or conscious of his nakedness : he just stood there for all the world to see. However he was probably more conscious than I thought, or perhaps he saw me eyeing him because he said "I see you're like me. It's better to be uncut, don't you think?" I did, and said so. He smiled and we rinsed the soap off our bodies, dried off and changed into our clothes. "Can I offer you a beer in my digs?" I said as we emerged from the sports complex; "it's only just round the corner." "Sure" he said.
On the way back to my room we talked about our University courses and I kept thinking about what I had seen in the shower. When we were settled in my room, beer in hand, I thought of an incident I had witnessed not long before in the shower room we had just left. I was changing into my squash clothes and my opponent was late. The shower room was open and two guys were in there taking a shower on their own. Like Tom and me they had stood next to each other, but unlike us they were soaping each other, taking it in turns to rub each other's back. While one would do this, the other presented his back to his friend and they were side-on to the door through which I was looking. They were quite unconscious of me and I could see that both had stiff pricks, sticking out at 90 degrees from their bodies. When they turned round so that the other man could do the soaping they didn't seem to notice that each was massively excited until the soaping was finished, when they turned inwards towards each other. Immediately their hands reached for each other's dick and I suppose the soap on their hands made them cum quickly because I heard a sort of grunt and one of them bent at the knees and shot a wad onto the floor of the shower. As he did so the other came too, though I was so busy watching the first guy that I didn't realise until afterwards that he had done so. I knew, though, because they came into the dressing room, wrapping their towels round their waists when they saw me, but I had already seen a thin thread of spunk hanging from the end of the second guy's deflating dick.
