Two North

From: peter johnson

This story contains acts of a sexual nature between two consenting males.
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Two North

“Come on, Peter, it’s Topless Tuesday,” Rushil said as he walked out into
our hallway shirtless. Rushil lived in the dorm room next to mine. He was
trying to get all the guys on our floor to take their shirts off in the
hope of getting any female visitors to take theirs off, too. “Take it off,
man!”
“No, my chest is all hairy,” I said, rubbing my firm stomach and chest
through my shirt. I was 6’2″ and fairly well built, with short, blonde hair
and hazel eyes, but I still didn’t like to bare too much of my body in
public.
“It can’t be that bad. Let me see.” Rushil reached for the bottom of my
shirt and began to tug it up. As his fingers slid my shirt up my stomach,
Tim walked into the hall.
Apparently, Rushil had already told Tim about Topless Tuesday; he was
wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. Tim was incredibly fit. He
had a set of washboard abs topped by two meat pecs, each with their own
small, brown nipple. He seemed to have a perpetual tan, and he had
perfectly straight teeth. Although I hadn’t admitted my slowly growing
attraction to guys to anyone on the floor, I would have loved to run my
tongue all over Tim’s smooth body.
“Wow, it looks like I’m missing out on all the fun,” Tim said jokingly.
I could feel my cock begin to engorge in response to Rushil’s cool
fingers on my stomach and Tim’s gorgeous body. I quickly pulled Rushil’s
fingers out from beneath my shirt.
“Oh, yeah,” I said with all the sarcasm I could muster, “We’re having a
regular orgy in here.”
“Why didn’t you invite me?” Tim asked with mock indignation. We all
laughed, and I told Tim and Rushil that I had to do some homework.
As I was walking past Tim into my room, he playfully slapped my ass.
I had to hurry into my room so that neither of them would see my
throbbing hard on.

Luckily, I had a single–no roommate–so I could take care of my boner
right away. I slid my shirt off, and my shorts quickly followed. I flopped
down on my bed, my right hand already wrapped around my member. Images of
Tim’s toned chest flew through my brain, then his defined arms, then the
sizable bulge I always noticed in his shorts whenever I saw him. If only I
could slip my hand into those shorts and feel the warm piece of meat that
caused that bulge, if only I could pull it out and fit my lips around it.
I could feel my orgasm building; I imagined Tim’s tongue on my shaft, his
lips encircling the tip of my cock. My strokes reached a fever pitch and
suddenly I was blasting one, two, three, four, five thick ropes of cream
onto my stomach. It pooled in my belly button as I slowly milked my
softening dick, gradually coming down from my Tim-induced high.
I lay still for a while, sticky with cum. If only I could see Tim naked,
then I would be set for masturbation material for the rest of my life.

“Hey, Peter, I scored a couple six-packs for this weekend,” Tim told me
Friday as I passed him in the hallway. “You wanna help me smash ‘em
tonight?”
“Definitely, man!” I replied.
“Okay, sweet. Is it cool if I swing by around eleven? My roommate’s
staying in tonight, so we can’t do it in my room.”
“Yeah, sounds like a plan,” I said, hiding my excitement. “See you
tonight.”

We’d finished a six-pack each over the course of a couple hours. I wasn’t
very drunk, but I was acting like I was smashed. It looked like Tim was
feeling pretty good, too.
“Okay bro, so, this might be a weird question, but how big is your dick?”
Tim asked slurring his words quite a bit.
This was completely unrelated to what we’d been talking about a few
minutes ago–movies–so I was a bit taken aback. My body began to respond
for me, though, and my cock began to grow at the mere thought of Tim
knowing how endowed I was. “Um, why?” I laughed a little nervously.
“I dunno,” Tim said, seemingly unphased. “It’s just that I heard you had
a big dick, and I’ve been told I have a big dick, so I thought we could,
you know, compare. I just think that we’re good enough friends to, you
know, know this stuff about each other.”
Quite honestly, we weren’t incredibly close. We hung out, but we’d never
really had any meaningful conversations before. But I wasn’t about to pass
up an opportunity to possibly see Tim’s package. “Who did you hear that
from?”
“I dunno, just some of the guys. So how big are you?”
By now I was rock hard. “I don’t know, I’ve never really measured,” I
lied. “Do you just wanna see it? Then we can compare like that.” I hoped
that he was drunk enough that this proposal wouldn’t sound to homosexual.
Tim closed his eyes and seemed to think for a moment. “Yeah, sure, why
not.”
And without any further ado, Tim pulled down his basketball shorts–he
wasn’t wearing any boxers–and his meaty member spilled out.
“Gimme a second and I’ll get hard, then we can really compare. Beer
always makes me horny,” he said as he began to stroke life into his
shaft. Within seconds it was stiff as a board.
And it was gorgeous. Long and thick, hairless, with a large set of balls
hanging below. The circumcised head was pink and looked delicious–I wanted
to pop it into my mouth on the spot.
“Your turn,” Tim said with a little drunken chuckle.
Without a word, I extracted my rod from my shorts. I didn’t need to
stroke it to life like Tim had–just seeing his beautiful package had
gotten me as hard as I could get.
“I can’t tell which is bigger,” I said, hoping Tim was as drunk as he
looked. “Come over and we can compare side by side.”
“We look about the same to me,” Tim said, nonetheless crawling across the
floor toward me, his rod pointing the way. “I’m about seven inches, so
you’re probably about seven inches.” Repeating words unnecessarily was a
good sign–he definitely was drunk enough to let me touch him.
Tim was now directly in front of me. “Ok, let’s line ‘em up,” I said. I
grabbed my dick and brought it close to Tim, then, acting as though it
wasn’t the most unbearably exciting and erotic thing I’d ever done, I
grabbed Tim’s dick and positioned it next to mine so that they were
touching. His shaft felt warm and soft in my hand.
I was just barely shorter than him, which meant that while my cock head
was touching nothing but a little bit of Tim’s shaft, Tim’s cock head was
buried in my neatly trimmed pubes.
“It looks like we’re about the same,” I said, looking up at Tim’s
face. He had his eyes closed.
“Dude, I’m not gonna lie,” he breathed. “This feels really fucking good.
I looked at him, trying to guess if he wanted me to jack him off or if he
was just very drunk and was making a simple observation. I decided that it
didn’t really matter to me. I began to slowly stroke his shaft up and down
next to mine, rubbing our stiff cocks together.
Tim moaned. I took this as a sign of approval, so I increased the speed
and length of my strokes. I could feel the soft skin of his member on my
own meat; I was in heaven. I felt him start to leak a little bit of
pre-cum, and it mixed with the pre-cum I had already been producing for a
while, helping to lubricate both of our cocks.
I began to felt the beginnings of an orgasm. This time it was the result
of actual sexual contact with Tim, rather than some steamy fantasy. This
very real experience was a million times better. I saw Tim’s face contorted
in pleasure, heard his heavy breathing, felt his smooth, firm rod on my
own; I was having a sensory overload.
And then none of it mattered because I was shooting my seed all over the
base of Tim’s cock, and by some miracle of timing, Tim was shooting his own
load on me. Waves of pleasure washed through me, starting at the tip of my
cock and spreading through the rest of my body, wracking me with an orgasm
of such an intensity that I’d never felt before.
The unbearable pleasure ended, and I looked at Tim’s face. His eyes were
still closed, but he was smiling.
“That was pretty awesome, man,” he said. “Now I’m gonna fall asleep,
though.”
“Wait,” I said, grabbing some nearby paper towel. “Lemme help you clean
up, first. And then you should probably take off your shirt so you don’t
get any leftover jizz on you.” I cleaned my still very sensitive cock and
pubes of Tim’s cream, then wiped my own juice off of his softening meat.
Tim struggled to get his shirt off, and I removed it for him, sliding my
fingertips up his smooth torso as I did so.
“Do you wanna sleep in my bed?” I asked him once his strong chest was
bare. “I can take the floor.”
“Nah, I’m fine her,” Tim replied drowsily. “You’ve got carpet.” He lay
back on the floor. “But stay down here with me; I don’t wanna be all alone
on the ground.”
“Fine,” I sighed with mock resignation. I took my own shirt off, then my
shorts, leaving me in boxers, and lay down on the carpet next to
him. “Night, Tim.”
“Night,” he responded.

I woke up the next morning spooning Tim. His muscular back was warming my
chest, and my arm rested lightly on his abs. I could feel the heat from his
firm ass on my package. I slid my hand down his smooth stomach and into his
shorts, quickly fondling his warm, heavy meat, then withdrawing. I stood up
and stretched. Tim was still asleep.
I hoped that this would become a regular occurrence. Next time, I hoped I
would be completely sober.