Chris was in the locker room before he realized that showering with his gym class sporting a hardon might not be the thing to do. He pulled on his clothes and hurried out of the field house. As he burst through the front door he ran headlong into Mark. Mark was as surprised as he was, but pure reflex had him catch Chris by the waist.
"Where you headed pledge?" Mark asked never relinquishing his hold.
"Sir, good to see you, sir."
"Relax Mister Kelly."
Mark pulled Chris toward a darkened corner between two concrete pillars at the side of the entry hall. His hands groped hard at Chris' ass. Chris squirmed for a moment then stopped fighting.
"Its Thursday."
"Is it sir."
"You know it is."
"Yes sir."
"So you have them on, right? Those panties that make you look so fine."
Mark had inserted his hand only to find Chris in his jock following class.
"Getting butch on me huh? Gonna be my daddy?"
Chris gasped as the pledge master's fingers pushed between his clenching buns.
"Shouldn't we be doing this somewhere less public?" Chris wondered hearing approaching voices.
"Meet me at Davis Hall in an hour," Mark growled striding away.
The brisk air did much to bring Chris to his senses. In his room he quickly stripped from his clothing and headed to the shower. Wayne entered the room just as the water came on. He smirked and lifted Chris' jock to find it still warm. Clutching it he brought it to his nose and his fingers dipped into a slick viscous fluid. Wayne tasted it, and smiled. Then dropped it back to the pile and shed all his clothing except his briefs.
When Chris emerged from the bathroom he was drying his hair. He didn't notice Wayne leaning against the desk until he'd begun to look for clothes. His gaze slowly slid up Wayne's shapely legs, paused at the bulge in his bikini briefs and then continues to find Wayne grinning at him.
"Those'll make you look cute!" Wayne said nodding to the panties dangling from Chris' fingers.
"Its your fault, if you'd have gotten em signed I wouldn't have to wear em.!"
Chris bent to slide the panties on. As he did his dimpled cheeks parted momentarily exposing his dusky rosebud to Wayne's view. Wayne sighed and his dick lurched. He took a step forward and slapped Chris ass.
"Better watch it or someone'll be lookin' to slide those off of that cute ass."
Chris turned and meaning to shoot Wayne a warning glance, instead their eyes met and locked. He was sure it had been Wayne's voice this he heard calls out his name. He paused and looked the boy over; blonde, slim, handsome. Chris could feel the stirring in his groin, but Mark was waiting; and besides being the pledge master. Chris was attracted to Wayne. He smiled and forced a laugh. Then quickly slid into a pair of worn jeans and a sweat shirt.
"I'll catch cha later dude."
Wayne groaned as the door snapped shut. Falling back on the bed he gave his package a squeeze and laughed aloud. He'd just gotten laid and already he needed to jerk off.
"The teen years are hell," he said aloud continuing to giggle.
He pulled the waste band of this briefs under this balls then produced aloe gel from his bed stand. He shivered as the cool lubricant came in contact with him hard meat. Slowly he stroked thinking of his room mate. He retrieved Chris' jock from the pile on the floor. Once again he inhaled the musty scent. His fingers slid up the slick erection, slowly teasing the head and adding natural lubricant to the coating he'd already given it. His free hand pushed the bikini briefs down his taut thighs and returned to cup and squeeze his rising balls.
He squeezed out another generous dollop of the aloe and slowly rubbed it into his furrow. His long fingers teased the nearly hairless tract and sent shivers through his frame. The encounter with Andy hadn't cost him his cherry. Now he dreamed of his room mate doing the job; of Chris' long slim cock slowly pushing into him. With each thought his fingers took the place of Chris' equipment; working inward, making him moan, bringing him closer to another mind shattering orgasm.
Billy was returning from class when he saw Chris just outside their dorm.
"Is Wayne up there?" He asked.
"Yeah, gonna shower I think, so you should catch him."
His room adjoined Wayne and Chris' through the shared bathroom. He stood in the bathroom door watching Wayne as one hand stroked at his glistening dick and the other worked between his butt cheeks. Billy's cock sprang to life. He was caught between wanting to run and wanting to help the beautiful boy moaning in the bed before him.
Billy's hands moved without his knowledge. One roamed his belly, while the other slowly cupped his straining member.
"Ooooh Chris, c'mon do it," Wayne groaned.
Just the thought of Wayne and his room mate in bed together produced a noticable wet spot in Billy's jeans. He stumbled forward openly stroking himself through the denim. Standing at the foot of the bed he stepped our of his sneakers. From here his view was uninhibited by the angle. Wayne was rapidly pumping his sucking hole with two fingers. His straining cock leaked a constant stream of precum.
Wayne's eyes shot open as Billy's hand stroked his thigh. His attempt to leap to his feet left him crumpled in a heap at the boys feet.
"You,.. damn it,....what the....."
"Its okay Wayne."
"I shit, oh shit."
"Please Wayne relax."
Wayne was breathing hard, a combination of his fright and excitement. He was finally mastering his fear when he noticed the lump and growing wetness in the crotch of Billy's jeans.
"Its okay," Billy said squatting beside him and stroking his shoulder. "Look I should have knocked or something, I'll go."
As he stood Wayne gawked at what he saw. The lump in his jeans twitched visibly and snaked down his left leg. His tee shirt clung damply to a well defined chest and torso. Billy smiled slightly then turned to walk out.
"No," Wayne gasped summoning enough breath to speak.
"What's that?"
Wayne struggled trying to get to his feet still encumbered by the bikini briefs encircling his knees. Billy stooped and lent him a hand. Wayne melted against him, and kissed him hard on the lips. Billy was surprised and delighted by the kiss. He pulled Wayne into his arms and sucked his tongue. He had to stoop to kiss the shorter boy. He was six foot two. He weighed just over two hundred pounds. His dark hair hung to his shoulders. Wayne disrobed him after they broke their kiss. Billy's torso was smooth and hard. His pecs stood as thick broad slabs each capped with a quarter sized brown nipple. His belly was cut into eight parcels and rippled with each movement of his tight body. The rest of his frame was equally muscled; firm, defined, but balanced. The only hair other than his head sprang from beneath his arms and framed his cock. The cock was holding all of Wayne's attention. Filling him with fear and delight. He knew he was ready to be fucked, but he'd hoped to start with something a little smaller.