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No tourists, not a soul, just miles of beach. I walk 30 mins down the shore for some alone time, climb up a sand dune and sit down to start my business facing the epic horizon.
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. I had the top bunk and seldom made up the bed. That way the afternoon sunshine is illuminating a room.
But maybe not. I am convinced even now that Dad did not tell Mom. Turns out I was afraid for no reason. I suddenly wondered what the warm water would feel like rushing over my penis if I stuck it in the spigot. Even at that age it barely fit and the water escaped out around it with a lot of exciting, vibrating force! That and getting caught on Paul's own bed. I would stay in a long time and keep the door locked. I know that he knew when I was jacking off in the bathroom.
Let us just say that I have been thinking of self-bondage and masturbation a lot lately. I was shaking from adrenalin -- not orgasm. I wrapped the towel around myself and paced the room for 10 minutes muttering: "Oh, shit. The dorm rooms were fairly large with 10 foot high ceilings and big windows. I was standing by the tub waiting for it to fill when the idea struck me that the spigot had a hole in it.
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One foot was on the floor and one was cocked off to the right on his bed. The narrator was cumming and suddenly so was I. I closed my eyes and let the book fall to the floor.
Right away I climbed into the tub, knelt down, and push my little dick up into the spigot. It seems that whatever I do or wherever I go, it always keeps popping back into my mind. A couple of cars were parked in front with a couple more on the side in employee parking. 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. There was one a few miles from my house so I hoped in my PU and headed there. He spend a lot of time in studio, or somewhere, on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
Then I opened my eyes to see Paul standing at the foot of the bed, he's hand was still on the doorknob. If we had been friends, I may have been less embarassed for him to catch me. Paul was a graphic de student and I was in the business school. By the time that I got to the third letter, slippery precum was squeezing out of my puckered foreskin on the upstroke. Cum spurted up Caught jacking off stories on my chest as I arched my back off the bed. Occasionally, he had to use it right after I was finished and I knew he smelled my cum on a washcloth or just the lingering scent of it in the air.
I returned from the shower a communal, no-walled room with 5 showerhe wrapped in a damp towel. He got mad once when I put my books on it.
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How the little things will bring this day back to you. My orgasm froze instead of ebbing away. 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 did not know the term 'edging', but I had discovered the concept on my own.
Paul was looking right at my asshole, balls, and slimy cock. 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. 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.
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I write back just a few lines to thank him and mention another story he might like to read. I was certain Paul had seen the cover of the mag and that they all knew I was gay. My breath caught, stopped, then started again with a gasp. We were never more than aquaintances and neither of us was interested in us being friends. That you will remember this day forever. And I was on his bed!! The texture of a shirt under your hand. I had read one hot story and just exerted enough will power to squeeze my cock hard to prevent my cumming when the narrator did.
He was very fastidious and made his bed up tight like a marine every morning. I was intensely into it now. It was an excellent arrangement.
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I was stunned. I reached for the towel. Since most of my classes were on Tuesday and Thursday, our schedules did not overlap much. At some point, he had installed bunk beds and claimed the bottom bunk for himself. Like the smell of a particular cologne. Dad looked down at me and my hard little dick sticking out of the water.
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 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. But he never actually walked in on me again and never said a word to me about it other than an occasional: "Stop monkeying around and hurry up in there! Both parents acted as if nothing had happened.
Oh, shit. I felt guilty about having gay porn and went to great trouble to make sure that Paul never found it. I felt it happening. One morning I was feeling particularly horny. He turned and was out the door in a second. I still didn't believe he wasn't going to punish me and even after finishing and dressing in underwear and t-shirt I was shaking as I went into the living room to say good night.
Paul never said a word about it to me. I never heard exactly what he was saying but I know he was telling them about me. Each of us had the room to himself a lot. There was one particuarly embarassing time that I got caught jacking off by a roommate. I rationalized that I needed these to explore what guys did with each other when having sex.
Although, that night I heard him vaguely in the room below ours talking and laughing loudly with his friends. I was scared shitless. Paul had lived in the room for two years Caught jacking off stories had out lasted several roommates by the time that I moved in with him.
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. Paul's gaze moved up to the cum on my chest then to my face.
Dad never said another word about it to me.
That is what bothered me the most. My dad caught me too. I was just going into puberty and horny beyond understanding. This was during a period of my life in which I was just beginning to admit to myself that I might be gay. Rather than get dressed, I got out a mag and laid down on Paul's bunk for a wank. 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. 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.
My legs were spread. In the same instant, we muttered: "I'm sorry!
I knelt there loving the feeling and occasionally arching my back to force it in tighter to make the vibrating more forceful. I instinctively plopped my butt down in the water and plucked my dick out of the spout. He said: "I forgot my stuff. My breath stopped again immediately. 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.
I was a senior at NC State and had moved into in Gold dorm at the beginning of the spring sememster.