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In the same instant, we muttered: "I'm sorry!
My dad caught me too. He was very fastidious and made his bed up tight like a marine every morning. He said: "I forgot my stuff. I was certain Paul had seen the cover of the mag and that they all knew I was gay. One morning I was feeling particularly horny. There was one particuarly embarassing time that I got caught jacking off by a roommate.
I had not gotten very far with sorting things out in my head, but I had screwed up the nerve to buy two issues of First Hand. I was just going into puberty and horny beyond understanding.
I was a senior at NC State and had moved into in Gold dorm at the beginning of the spring sememster. That you will remember this day forever. He got mad once when I put my books on it. Paul was a graphic de student and I was in the business school.
That is what bothered me the most. This was during a period of my life in which I was just beginning to admit to myself that I might be gay.
Paul was looking right at my asshole, balls, and slimy cock. One foot was on the floor and one was cocked off to the right on his bed. I suddenly wondered what the warm water would feel like rushing over my penis if I stuck it in the spigot. I wrapped the towel around myself and paced the room for 10 minutes muttering: "Oh, shit.
How the little things will bring this day back to you. But maybe not. I was scared shitless. I had the top bunk and seldom made up the bed. I was shaking from adrenalin -- not orgasm. Then I opened my eyes to see Paul standing at the foot of the bed, he's hand was still on the doorknob.
I rationalized that I needed these to explore what guys did with each other when having sex. The texture of a shirt under your hand.
The narrator was cumming and suddenly so was I. I closed my eyes and let the book fall to the floor. Paul never said a word about it to me. Although, that night I heard him vaguely in the room below ours talking and laughing loudly with his friends. I returned from the shower a communal, no-walled room with 5 showerhe wrapped in a damp towel. Right away I climbed into the tub, knelt down, and push my little dick up into the spigot.
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He spend a lot of time in studio, or somewhere, on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. My legs were spread. For a week, the guys in the shower room and in the hall nodded and smiled or smirked at me but no one actually said anything. I unwrapped the towel and held the mag up in one hand while I rubbed my balls and slowly began to pump my hard dick with the other. Since most of my classes were on Tuesday and Thursday, our schedules did not overlap much. I knew I was just about there and me boney knees were shaking as the tub water climbed up my legs to just tickle my balls.
Now this one, there's an attachment with it, yes it's a cum shot and he's certainly showing his appreciation in a very graphic way, a neatly proportioned penis viewed from side on with fingers clasped at the base. I did not know what it was called, but I certainly knew what an orgasam felt like and how to have one -- dry only until a few weeks later.
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Nearly everything had humpable qualities: my bed sheets, my pillow, stall doors in public bathrooms I know that's oddtrees, washcloths, towels, and My parents sent me off to bathe before bed on a Sunday night. At some point, he had installed bunk beds and claimed the bottom bunk for himself. I was intensely into it now. That way the afternoon sunshine is illuminating a room. Oh, shit. Cum spurted up high on my chest as I arched my back off the bed.
My breath stopped again immediately.
He turned and was out the door in a second. I knelt there loving the feeling and occasionally arching my back to force it in tighter to make the vibrating more forceful. Dad looked down at me and my hard little dick sticking out of the water. I reached for the towel. Even at that age it barely fit and the water escaped out around it with a lot of exciting, vibrating force!
I was standing by the tub waiting for it to fill when the idea struck me that the spigot had a hole in it. My orgasm froze instead of ebbing away. That no matter where you go in life either physically, spiritually, or intellectually you know that you will define so much that comes by this day and what occurred. I did not know the term 'edging', but I had discovered the concept on my own.
If I held off cumming through at least 3 of the 'letters' that was the longest that I could hold outthen I knew it would be much more intense when I did let go. Rather than get dressed, I got out a mag and jacked down on Paul's bunk for a wank. The dorm rooms were fairly large with 10 foot high ceilings and big windows. I had read one hot story and just exerted enough will power to squeeze my cock hard to prevent my cumming off the narrator did.
I felt guilty about having gay porn and went to getting trouble to make sure that Paul never found it. I was holding the book close to my face and the only sounds I was hearing were the hot words that my mind was sucking from the. And I was on his bed!! Paul had lived in the room for and years and had out lasted several roommates by the time that I moved in catch him. That and getting caught on Paul's own bed. It seems that whatever I do or wherever I go, it always keeps popping back into my mind.
I felt it happening. He paused just a bit, and I thought he was going to really start yelling, but he softened his voice and said, "Stop monkeying around and hurry up. If we had been friends, I may have been less embarassed for him to catch me. Let us just say that I have been thinking of self-bondage and masturbation a lot lately.
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By the time that I got to the third letter, slippery precum was squeezing out of my puckered foreskin on the upstroke. My breath caught, stopped, then started again with a gasp. Each of us had the room to himself a lot. I write back just a few lines to thank him and mention another story he might like to read.
Paul's gaze moved up to the cum on my chest then to my face. It was an excellent arrangement. I instinctively plopped my butt down in the water and plucked my dick out of the spout. We were never more than aquaintances and neither of us was interested in us being friends. I never heard exactly what he was saying but I know he was telling them about me.