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Subject: Horny in the Dorms: Chapter 19 Horny in the Dorms: Chapter 19 Joe dashed out the door in the pouring rain, leaving Danny, Timmy and John and me sitting around the table. “So, you want to switch rooms eh?’ I started. John and Timmy were sitting side by side just across the table from me. “Do you mind?” John asked. He looked at me hesitantly. “No, Not really. Just wondering what Timmy’s got that I don’t … I� guess.” “It’s not that at all, Hitch. I thought you and Danny would get along… am I right?” “Yeah, it’s cool, I’m just messing with you. How should we decide who moves all their stuff?” “How about we play a game, and whoever loses, moves their stuff,” Danny suggested. “Sounds like it could be fun. What kind of game?” Timmy asked. “I� mean, I’m cool either way.” “OK, then. Since the stakes are so high… the game needs to be really challenging,” I said. “How about a challenge like… a dare.” “Like a circle jerk, and whoever cums first loses?” “Or wins?” “Yeah…,” I was dreaming up something that was a little risky, but I thought it would be fun in any case, so I continued, “whoever can get the most photos on their phone of guys exposing their dicks wins the power to pick which room they get. Losers move out.” “Sounds like a fun challenge, how long do we have?” “By midnight tonight. Agreed?” Everyone nodded, smiling wickedly. “One final condition. Every photo must include your face wearing the clothes you have on now, so you can’t go to the library and download tons of online pics.” “Wait.”John asked, “…the most photos, or the most guys? What if we can get ten guys in one photo? Is that one photo or ten guys?” “I say that’s ten, as long as you are in the photo too, wearing the same shirt you have on now.” After agreeing on all the rules, we split up, deciding that it would be better to work alone than in teams. I headed down the stairwell to the basement of the building, where I knew there was a weight room. I entered the hallway and decided that the locker room nearby might be a good place to begin. I could hear weight machine noises in the weight room, so I entered the locker room, and found there were three guys in various states of undress, some coming and some leaving. Not sure whether I should just whip out my phone and take some pics, and risk getting beat up, so I came right up to two guys with lockers close to eachother, and said, “Hey, guys, I’m doing a treasure hunt for my dorm, and I need a photo of a guy just getting out of the shower. Can you help me out?” The one guy looked really annoyed, walked away and blew me off, mumbling something about fags. The other who had just come from the showers, said, “Sure, I remember those stupid games when I was a freshman, I’ll help you out.” “Thanks, dude.” I stepped closer with my phone out, and said, “the catch is, we both have to be naked.” “What? Will this show my face?” “No, just neck down.” I assured him, as I pulled off my shorts. I stood at his side, and he took the towel from his waist and set it on the adjacent bench. His still-wet body, probably just finished with his workout, was really chiseled. A fair amount of hair covered most of his body, a thick bush from his chest to his pubes. His thick soft cock was just hanging there, dripping on the tiled floor, and stood there awkwardly waiting for me to strip and get the photo. I pulled the shirt over my head, and stood at his side, aiming my camera phone so we could see that our faces were cropped out. My cock was soft, but still hanging down low enough to make its presence known. The guy pretended not to notice, but I saw his eyes flick to the spot on the screen, and after the photo was shot, he carefully took a closer look at my cock. As I was putting my clothes back on, I said, “Thanks, I gotta run, only have a few hours to get the rest of the stuff on the list.” “Good luck!” He called as I left the row of lockers and checked out the rest of the room. I passed the opening to the showers, and I could see the first guy was washing himself. He was facing the other way, a lot of soap on his head so I assumed he wouldn’t see me oogling him. He looked to me like a wrestler, or maybe just a weightlifter, but he was shorter, really stocky, and built like a brick house. He shaved his head, and from the view I had, it looked like he shaved everything else too. He was working a lather on his body, bending over to reveal his tight toned ass and two low-hanging balls. Once he had a good rich lather on his legs, he grabbed a small plastic razor and began shaving his legs. I stood there transfixed. Afraid I’d get caught peeking, I turned and saw the toilets were right behind me, so I moved to a seat where I could still see the shower and ankara yabancı escort this hunky guy shaving himself. I watched him shaving through the crack in the cubicle door, and wondered how I could get a photo of this guy without his cooperation. I formed a plan, and quickly flushed and got up. I went to a spot, where I stripped all my clothes off. I set my camera’s timer, out it on the bench, and walked over naked to the toilets, counting quietly to myself. When I heard the little click of the shutter on my phone, I knew how long I would have to get in the pic. I thought when this guy was finished with his shower, but before he had his towel, I’d move over and get in place for the photo. There’d be no guarantee his head would be cropped out, but that’s too bad, I thought. Standing there naked, waiting for some random guy to leave the shower started to feel a little creepy. I took another look over at the showers, and this time, the guy was just turning toward me, but he was looking at his crotch, not me. He was still holding the razor, and it hit me: he was shaving his balls. The rich lather was now on his groin and legs, and his shaving strokes were from his navel down to his balls, and then he lifted his balls and shaved them too. His cock was almost totally hard now, and so was mine. I started to feel my own freshly shaved nuts, and realized this was making me really horny. I remembered that I needed to move his towel farther from where he’d hung it so I’d have the time I needed to get the photo, so I walked calmly over to the shower entranced and nonchalantly took his towel and moved it to the farthest hook on the far side of the wall. As I turned back to face the shower, the guy was looking right at me. But he was staring not at my face, but my semi-rigid cock, which was bouncing around and pointing straight ahead. He was feeling his own balls to be sure he’d got all the stubble shaved off, so his hands were firmly on his own genitals, but his gaze went back to the floor near his feet. He continued to shower and rinse himself, playing a long time with his balls and his ass crack. I returned to my spot on the bench, just out of view. My idea was to walk naked to the shower, as if I needed to shower, but since I didn’t bring a towel, I’d carry my shirt over one shoulder as I walked past the guy, if my timing was good, just as the timer would take the picture. That way, I’d have my shirt in the photo, and his naked body, and I’d have two complete. But sitting there with my dick getting harder and harder was going to be a bit of a distraction. To kill time, I saw a locker right behind me wasn’t closed completely. I opened it, and got a whiff of pure testosterone. I saw a pile of smelly work-out clothes on the bottom layer, and a few uniforms hanging from the hook. Looked like a wrestler, a light blue spandex singlet was hanging next to the headgear and a thick plastic mouthguard. But I was looking for a towel or shampoo, and luckily, there was a small shelf at the top with a bar of soap and a bottle half-empty with some sort of soap. I heard the shower go off, and I knew I had to move fast. I grabbed the shampoo bottle and my shirt. I set the camera’s timer, and sauntered over toward the shower, trying to be sure to catch the guy moving toward the towel that I’d just moved away. My plan didn’t take into account the effect of my cock being fully erect, so when the guy stepped out of the shower area, instead of moving over to his towel, he stopped dead in his tracks and just stared. I was moving toward him as if I belonged there, but my cock was all boned up and waving like a flag as I walked. I heard the shutter click quietly, and still the guy stood there with his mouth hanging open. I kept walking, right past the guy, and into the shower. “Holy Fuck.” I heard him say. I was thinking about how I was hoping I’d gotten the photo, but now I was in the shower with a boner, and need to finish the scenario. I turned on the water, choosing a spot out of sight from the entrance, and hoped the guy would just leave quickly. I was trying to not get wet, since I didn’t have a towel. After a few moments of the water running, I heard a noise, a big group of male voices entering the locker room. It got really loud. I decided to risk taking a look, so I cautiously peered around the doorway from the shower room to see that the guy was gone, but about ten guys were all making their way rather quickly to this end of the locker room. It was like the whole lacrosse team had just finished a practice and we all headed into the showers at the same time. Then I saw soccer balls, and muddy cleats, and decided it bahçelievler escort must be a dorm group, or an intramural pick-up game. “Hey, Hitch!” a voice called out. My eyes were having trouble focusing, I was standing against the doorway, naked and still pretty hard. I panicked. I grabbed the shirt I’d brought with me, held it over my cock, and walked quickly through the crowd to the first toilet stall. “It’s Sky,” the voice came to me, over the din of the rest of the guys. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, fine, just needed to take a dump…” I blurted out. “What’s the occasion?” “The Black and Latino clubs were playing a get-to-know-you game when the storm started. We tried to finish in the rain, but then it got too hard to see, and someone thought it might be dangerous, so we quit and came back here to wash up.” I could see through the crack the whole group was beginning to strip off their wet muddy clothes, making a pile just outside of the showers. Sky came over and took the next stall. I could only see his very dirty shoes and wet legs, covered with mud and grass. “I’ve been thinking about you all weekend,” he whispered through the partition. “Oh?” I replied. “I’m having some roommate issues.” Then I had a thought, “Want to help me with something?” “Anything,” was his quiet answer. “Can you go over to the bench just over there and grab my phone and clothes for me? I’m having a bit of a boner problem, and I don’t really want the hassles or the attention right now.” “Sure, bud.” When he was finished on the toilet, he left the stall, and was back in a few seconds with my things. He tapped on the door to the stall. “Can I come in?” “Sure,” I replied, opening the partition door, revealing me siting there holding my swollen member. By the sounds of it, the rest of the guys were all in the showers, hooting and hollering in the loud echoes of the chamber, water rushing, cleansing their muddy bodies. “But this may not be a good idea…” “Don’t be such a worry wart, Hitch.” The door closed with us both in the small space. “Besides, you need my help.” He handed me the wad of my clothes. “Hey, Sky, I want a picture to remember this moment forever,” and I explained the game we were playing. “Can you pose for me?” “Of course!” he smiled, stripped naked and posed for the shot. “And I think there’s a gang out there who would do anything for you if you show them your cock, dude.” “What!?” I asked. “What do you mean?” My cock was starting to go soft, but was still close to its impressive length and girth. “Follow me,” he said, grabbing my arm and leading me from the stall to the showers. I stumbled after him, trying to maintain a grip on the small bundle of clothes. He pulled it all away from me, set it on the floor, and pushed me into the shower area, now very hot, steamy and full of naked black men. Before I knew what was happening, Sky pushed me under the spray of the shower, and announced, “Guys, this is my friend Hitch. He needs photos of your cocks to win a contest. Who’s man enough?” He paraded me down the row of showers and although my cock wasn’t the only one in the XXL range, it was the only one almost completely erect, and mine was considerably pinker. A chorus of guys exclaiming that they’d “never seen anything thing that long and white before,” and “ouch!” and “can I touch it?” and “sign me up.” And, as I was already pretty horny, having all that attention and groping hands, soapy and sudsy in the steamy shower overloaded with hard, athletic guys was pretty much a dream come true. I looked from body to body, and saw plenty of long cocks, big balls, and dicks of all shapes and sizes. I guess it’s true what they say about black cocks, because even the smallest dick was at least five inches soft, and most were a lot longer. Their cock heads ranged from dark brown to bright red, and most of them clearly trimmed or shaved their pubes completely. They were clearly enjoying the hot water, soaping each other up, jumping up and down together, like one mass of arms, legs, backs, butts and chests, the white soaps contrasting nicely against their dark skin. Someone started a loud song I didn’t know, and the whole group began to sing it at the top of their voices. I smiled broadly, and said to Sky, “this is great! I really appreciate your help!” “I didn’t bring any soap!” I called out to the room, and within seconds, I was covered with wet soapy bodies, from every direction. I put my arms up above my head and moved with the tide of the group. I could feel brawny muscles, hard bones, firm hands and some other body parts rubbing me all over, covering me with soap and making me feel very slippery and my cock was getting balgat escort a good rubbing as I moved through the room. At the far end of the shower area, I found myself in the middle of a cluster of bodies all moving, dancing and full-frontal massaging each other in the spray of the hot showers. I found that mine was no longer the only erection, but the mass of bodies made it hard to know whose body parts belonged to whom, and I found my cock tucked tightly between the legs of someone in front of me, while another guy’s body was pressed firmly to my back. I had soap in my eyes, so I’m not certain about what I was seeing. The song rose to another verse, and their voices got even louder, and the jumping and writhing became more intense. I felt like I stumbled into some sort of tribal frenzied fertility ritual. The rubbing of my excited cock against all these guys’ bodies was driving me nuts. I was lubricated head to toe, so the skin-on-skin contact was full-bodied, and my hands found themselves holding onto other bodies for support as we jumped repeatedly with the tempo of the song. There was the smell of boys — earth and sweat, soap, shampoos and perfumed bodywash — like incense, so strong it got in your mouth. And even though I didn’t know the song at all, with the mushy echoes of the tiled room pushing the noise back into your ears with relentless power, it was almost sensory overload. Almost. The overwhelming sensory experience was of ten or twelve strong youthful, lean, brown bodies (with one very light pink one thrown in) jumping, rubbing, and writhing in what can only be called an orgy of muscle, skin and, yes, joy. It was a celebration of maleness, our penises hard and full of energy and power, sensitized and ready to blow at any moment. No one was sucking or fucking as far as I could tell, but everyone was excited, hard, thrilled to be wet, soapy and erect. It started to feel like a group orgasm was about to happen, as the rhythm of the song, the jumping and the close rubbing got faster, more purposeful, and the feeling of other cocks rubbing against my back, my legs, my stomach, got more pronounced. I started to cum so suddenly that I almost didn’t know it was me, the sensation of being crushed in the middle of this huddle of naked bodies… the slipping up and down of my cock on someone’s hip, sometimes sliding between their ass cheeks, someone’s washboard abs… thick streams of my cum spreading throughout the group. The guys’ singing began to break down and voices got husky and rough, and it was clear that the feeling was spreading. They screamed like murder as they came. The group formed one tight bundle, and the feeling that someone was cumming was unmistakable. Somebody’s legs began to twitch and tremble, then another then another, and one by one every guy emptied their balls of their load of sperm into the group. I was so spent I wasn’t sure I could stand. I slumped to the floor and gasped for breath. I was only inches from the knees and thighs and balls of the guys in the group, but I couldn’t see much with the soap in my eyes. I slid on my ass over to the closest shower stream and ran the water into my face to clear my eyes. Finally, the screaming and the jumping and the singing was over, and the group began to laugh loudly, and resume the group huddle. Our cum was just another fluid shared between the guys in the shower. As each guy began to recover from their orgasm, someone started a new song, with a new verse that seemed to reflect the sharing of life energy, and gradually, the group loosened and each one began to wash themselves of the soaps and cum that was literally everywhere. One at a time, the guys finished their shower and left the room, still talking and laughing loudly, snapping their towels at each other’s asses, making good natured jokes about the others’ “pencil dick” which was not small at all, as far as I was concerned. Sky helped me to my feet. “You still need photos, right?” I had almost forgotten… it had only been five or ten minutes but it felt like hours. “Yes, that’s right, I have to be in the picture too, can you take the picture for me?” Nodding, he walked out to grab the closest guy toweling off just a few yards away. While I smiled for photo after photo, Sky called each one by name over to get their photo next to me, standing there with my soft cock that looked like it could measure up favorably to any one of these black brothers. All except one. One guy, whose name I forget now, was about 10 inches soft. He must have had to fold it into thirds to squeeze it into his underwear. Amazing. None of these guys wanted their faces to be hidden or cropped out. They were happy to help with my “treasure hunt” and had no problem showing off their hot naked bodies and huge cocks. I used Sky’s towel to dry off, got dressed and stumbled out of the locker room. I stepped outside and, seeing that the rain had stopped, started walking back to the dorm. I was pretty sure the other guys would never be able to beat my score, so I confidently started to daydream about John moving out and Danny moving in.

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