The usual legal disclaimers apply. If this type of material is illegal to view in your area, please don't read it. None of these characters are real, although physical attributes may have been based off of people I know. Names are not real, personalities, and events (as will become obvious in later chapters) are not real. Any questions, comments or concerns can be directed to my email address -- auniquetechnology@gmail.com
I wrote this story because it has long been a fantasy of mine. It's a way for me to blow off some steam. I am not a professional writer, but do want to improve my work. All comments are welcome!
A Unique Technology
Chapter 1 -- The Beginning
Max stood nervously in the hall as his new Resident Assistant fiddle with the lock on his new dorm room. The RA had made a feeble attempt at small talk, but Jared's mind had been wandering, and had started to do so pretty much since the time his mom had kissed him on the forehead, and climbed back into the families SUV. She and his father had driven off, with barely a wave from the window, leaving him on the sidewalk in front of a massive dorm complex.
The RA, who had introduced himself only as B.J., finally managed to jiggle the lock free. He turned to Jared, and smiled.
"Sometimes you've got to work it a little bit."
Max nodded, "Right".
"Well," BJ started as he entered the small, two bedroom dorm, "here it is. You got here first, so you get to pick which bunk you want."
"Yeah, they both look so great." Max replied, with more than a hint of sarcasm. BJ seemed to not notice.
"Your roommate's name is", he trailed off as he searched his clipboard, he nodded when he found the name he was looking for, "Yep, his name is Cory. He should be here today, but you never know." With that, BJ smiled, and stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind him.
Max looked around the room. Two loft beds stood opposite each other in a narrow rectangular room. A shabby desk sat in the space beneath each bed, and a chair was tucked neatly next to it. He happily noted the electrical sockets and Ethernet port conveniently built into the desk top.
Max dropped his large suitcase, and slumped into the chair on the right. He stared absentmindedly at the large bag. It depressed him a little bit to think that his whole life fit into that relatively small bag.
Max had been a rather average high school student. He was smaller than his classmates. He was still 17 after all. That didn't bother him too much though. His birthday was only a couple weeks out now. He was 5'8, and thin. He had not an ounce of fat on him, regardless of how much he ate. He had a flat chest and stomach of pale smooth skin. He had tried to work out, doing countless sit-ups, and crunches, but much to his chagrin, his abs had only become sore, rather than bulking up. It was the same story for the rest of his body. No matter how many times he lifted weights, he couldn't develop his arms beyond their boyish build. Eventually, as teenagers are apt to do when something isn't giving instant results, he stopped working out. He was, however, cute. He had short, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a smile that melted even the staunchest of Aunt's and Grandmas. He had fine blond eyebrows, and just the beginning of facial hair. As a matter of fact, all of his body hair was similar. He had leg hair, and it could be seen up close, and felt, but was difficult to see. He had a fine layer of blonde down on his arms as well. Of all his physical features, this was the only one that really bothered him. It wasn't so much that he was more or less hairless, it was that his physique hadn't change in the 4 years he had spent in high school.
Sitting in his first college dorm room, he remembered the first time he had noticed the fine hairs growing in the space above his penis. He was ecstatic. He had been a freshman in high school for a few weeks, and had been stealing glances at the other boys in gym. Most of them already had think bushes of hair growing above their swinging peckers. Some even had it growing on their balls. Max had often grown an instant erection in the showers or locker room and much of his time became dedicated to trying to hide them. He, on the other hand, had only just begun to grow the fine hairs. They had, of course, grown in over time, and eventually he had a respectable patch of pubic hair. However, it hadn't changed in the 4 years since, and his cruel classmates had noticed. Here he was, at 17, with a body of a 14 year old. He wasn't even worried about his size. At 14 he had felt about average, and he had grown in the years since, but he simply wished he could get that "man's body" that his peers seemed to have.
As a result of this, or at least he liked to blame his physical appearance, Maxwas an outwardly timid boy. He never seemed to make friends, and he had only had one girlfriend in his life. Even that was the sort that every 6th grade boy has, where the extent of the relationship is writing silly notes to each other in class, and sitting with one another in the lunch room. He longed to be dominant, intimidating, and respected. He wished that he was suave, and witty. He idolized the James Bond types that he saw on TV that could have any girl they wanted. He had taken constant ridicule from the other boys in his high school, over his body, his lack of girlfriends, and even his lack of friends in general. He hoped that going to college in a different state, well away from all of those same people that he could turn his life around, but the self deprecating part of him doubted that.
He pushed that from his mind and came back to the present. He pulled his laptop and its charge from his backpack and placed it on the desk. He started booting it up. While it whirred and hummed on his desk, he set about getting more comfortable. He pulled basketball shorts and a t-shirt from his bag. He stood in front of the floor to ceiling mirror that acted as the door to his modest closet. He pulled his polo shirt over his head, and paused, taking in the sight of his pale, smooth body. He ran his hand along his stomach, and up to his small, pink nipples. He gave them a quick pinch before folding his polo and putting it in his closet. He undid the snap on his jeans and let them slide down his thin legs. As he stepped out of them, he looked at the reflection of his boxers in the mirror. His soft pecker wasn't much visible in its dormant state. He gave a small hop, and smiled as his penis bounced freely in his white boxers. He gave it a brief squeeze, and relished in the feeling as it slowly began to fill with blood. He slid his hands under the waist band of his underwear and squeezed his small butt cheeks. He teased his tight hole with the tip of his middle finger. He loved the chance at a long, drawn out session. He quickly slid his slender finger in, up to his second knuckle, and relished in the mix of pain and pleasure. He cock was now plump, and it pressed lightly against his boxers, half erect. With a well practiced move that every teenage boy knows, he slid his underwear to his ankles and stepped out of them. He stood completely naked in front of the mirror now. His penis sat lazily on top of his smooth. It was modestly erect now, no more than 3 or 4 inches. The foreskin (his parents had thankfully left him intact) only just beginning to pull back, revealing a smooth pink tip. He would have preferred to stay like this, lie on his bed and tease the young, hot sperm from his balls, but with the risk of his new roommate arriving at any time, he pulled the basketball shorts over his butt and the t-shirt over his head.
He sat down at his desk again and started the internet on his laptop. His penis had softened a bit, and his attention was momentarily drawn away from his boyish pleasure, and to the internet. He looked around the room, and decided that it needed a few things to really make it his. He didn't have much money, but he had worked over the summer, and his parents had matched his savings. He wanted to spend some of that on a TV, and maybe a sound system to go along with it. He pulled up craigslist.com, and navigated to the part of the page listing the various things for sale around his town. He frequented this particular website, but usually for an entirely different reason. He loved to peruse the Male 4 Male ads, and the Casual Encounter ads. He loved to read the ads, and stare at the pictures, fantasizing what it would be like to answer some. He never had of course, but he always thought about it. He was curious to see what the ads would be like in a college town, so he opened both of those links in two new tabs, before clicking on the Electronics section.
He looked through the ads, but his mind never strayed far from the "m4m" tab that taunted him. He was determined to find a TV however, so he continued on. Most were old, broken, or too expensive. He had clicked on a few, but none of them fit the bill. He was about to give up when finally one caught his eye. It was titled "A Unique Technology -- 32 in, flat screen TV". He clicked on it, thinking that the price would be way more than he could afford. He skimmed the description and noted that it was High Definition. "So good, you'll actually be in the movie!" the ad proclaimed. And it was only $200! He typed a quick, polite email to the seller, and closed the tab. His eyes wandered back to the adult tab.
He opened them, and scanned the ads. He noticed immediately that the average age was much younger than the smaller town he came from. A lot of 19, 20, and 21 year olds wanted to meet for a good time it seemed. It didn't take long before his cock had grown to full mast; a thick, tender 6.5 inches. It pushed against the smooth fabric of his basketball shorts, and the small amount of pre-cum that had wet his tip, began to drive him crazy. He quickly typed in the address of his favorite young, gay, porn website, loaded up one of his favorite videos, and slid down his chair, settling in for a nice session. On the screen two young boys sat nervously on a couch next to one another. Max slipped the waist band of his shorts below his balls and cupped them. The video quickly progressed, and before long the boys were both naked, stroking each other and fingering each other's young boy holes.
Max slid his hand below his smooth balls, and teased his pucker once again. With his other hand, he formed a loose grip on his pale shaft and slowly began to stroke. He slid his finger into his boy hole, and worked it in as deep as he could. He squirmed with delight. He wiggled his finger, and began to stroke harder. The pre-cum was really flowing now. It made the smooth pink tip of his cock glisten. He stopped stroking for a moment. He lightly touched the tender head, and came away with a droplet of sweet boy juice on his finger tip. He touched it to his tongue, and enjoyed the sweet taste. He took his left hand from his ass, and lathered his index finger in the slippery cum. He then moved that finger back to his young hole and without hesitation pushed his index and middle finger in as deep as he could. He winced and smiled at the same time. He loved the pain that quickly turned to pleasure. Something about the humiliation, and sense of being dominated turned him on even more. His cock strained with desire. He longed to feel what it would be like to have a cock replace his fingers. But even more, he longed to push his own into a tight, young hole.
The boys on the screen had moved on, and the smaller boy was now rapidly and aggressively pounding the other boy's ass. Max pumped in rhythm with the video. He imagined himself in the top boy's place; the tight hole squeezing his smooth cock. His pre-cum slid between his fingers, and his slender toes curled with ecstasy. He pumped faster. The two fingers of his left hand wiggled in his ass. He closed his eyes. The boy in the video was moaning as he neared the moment of climax. His bottom grunted with that mixture of pain and pleasure that Max lusted after. He continued to stroke, faster and faster. The boy in the video became louder. He pulled his cock from the boy just in time to squirt his hot juice on the boys cock and balls. Max pumped faster, and opened his eyes to watch the smaller boy lick the warm boy juice from his lovers cock. This sent him over the edge. Max squeezed his eyes shut, and felt the familiar pleasure coursing through his body. He fought the urge as long as he could, and pumped furiously. He finally gave in; his warm, sticky cum erupted from his pink cock. Several thick ropes of the white spurted across his black t-shirt. One landed on his cheek, just below his eye, and began to slide down. He squirmed, relishing in the feeling of his fingers in tight rectum. He flicked his tongue out, and tasted the salty sweet mixture that had slid onto his lip. He pulled his left hand from below his waist band, and began to rub the tender tip of his cock. His pink shaft began to deflate, and he sat, slumped in his new chair, enjoying the feeling when a sound made him freeze.
The unmistakable sound of keys jingling in a lock floated through the door. Max jumped to his feet. He could just make out BJ's same, lame attempt at small talk. He didn't have time to hide, left alone change. He slammed his laptop shut, hopped around the bunk and pulled his t- shirt off. He had barely thrown it into the closet when the door swung open.
"Sometimes you have to jiggle the key a bit to get in, but..." He trailed off as he saw Max standing not four feet from the door, in front of the closet. "It does work every time. Hello, Max, long time no see." He said with a laugh.
Max could see a boy standing behind BJ, trying to look into the room. BJ followed Max's gaze, and said, "Oh, right. Max, this is Cory, your new roomy. Cory, this is Max. Well guys, settle in, you don't have anything to do tonight except unpack. Tomorrow orientation week starts." Cory stepped aside as BJ left, and closed the door behind him.
Max realized he must have made an odd sight. He was shirtless, flushed with a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, and was breathing a little bit heavy. Cory eyed him up and down thoughtfully. "Well hey. I'm Cory" and he offered his hand to Jared.
Max went to shake it, but noticed a small amount of slippery semen on the palm, and simply did a sort of salute. He prayed that it looked "cool" as opposed to suspicious. "I'm Jared. I took this bunk." He gestured to the bed and desk behind him.
Cory nodded, and stepped into the room to investigate his own bunk. Max took the opportunity to scan himself. His half mast cock was making a bulge against his basketball shorts, but he didn't think it was too obvious. What struck him with horror was the spot of glossy cum that had soaked through the shorts. He nervously dropped his hands, and searched for a shirt. He hoped against hope that Cory hadn't noticed. He looked strange enough, panting, sweaty, and red faced; it wouldn't help to have a fresh cum stain showing through his shorts. A moment of inspiration struck. Max quickly grabbed a towel from his suitcase and turned to Cory, who was now setting up his own laptop, and settling into the chair.
"I was about to go find the showers." Cory turned to him, and Max gestured to his naked torso and towel. Cory aimed what had to be an award winning smile at him.
"Right. I think they are at the end of the hall on the right. Let me know how they are. I'm going to check my email, and maybe screw around on Facebook a bit, but I'll probably take one later."
"For sure." Max returned the smile, fished his shower sandals and travel toiletry kit from his bag, and left the room.
He did find the showers right where Cory had said they were. The showers were in the back of a bathroom area, with urinals on one side, and stalls on the other. To the rear of this room, was a shower prep room, which lead to the showers themselves. There were 12 shower heads lining the walls, six on each side. They lacked even the most basic of shelter from each other. Max stood in the small "prep" room, which had a few benches and towel hooks along the walls. He was both excited, and nervous about the prospect of having open showers. A part of him loved the idea of being on display. Of course he would take every opportunity he could to sneak glances of his fellow dorm mates. But he was also nervous. He remembered back to his high school days, where the locker room and showers was a source of constant fear. He dreaded getting an erection in the room while other boys were around. But for now he could push that fear from his mind as the shower room was deserted. He hung up his towel, and slid his shorts down to his ankles. He folded them quickly, and stepped naked into the large shower room.
The showers were not the best he had ever used, but the water was warm, and the pressure was enough to lull him into an absent minded sort of day dream. He began to think of Cory as the water rushed over him. It had been a cool day, so Cory was dressed much like Max had been; jeans, and a t-shirt. What had immediately struck Max was that Cory was a fair bit taller than him. Cory was probably 5'11, to Max's 5'8. He was also darker than Max. Cory's skin had what looked like a perpetual light tan. He had deep brown eyes, and a head of shaggy brown hair. He was very cute as far as Max could tell. He didn't have even a hint of facial hair, but his arm hair was healthy. Max thought about running his hands along the taller boy's arms, and up his back. He fantasized about what the boy looked like naked. Was the rest of his as tan as his arms and face? He tried to picture Cory's penis, and thick bush. Did the boy have hairy legs? A part of him hoped not. Max's cock began to respond, and before long he was sporting a healthy hard on. He ran his soapy fingers through his pubic hair, and lathered his stiff pecker and balls. He considered masturbating again, and went so far as to slip a wet finger down the cleft of his tight cheeks, but a sound from the bathroom stopped him. He turned, and tried to look through the prep room into the bathroom. He saw a shadow, but couldn't see anyone. He took a quick glance at his erection, which showed no signs of deflating, and slammed the water off. He raced to the ante room. He nearly knocked Cory over as he rushed to get his towel. Their briefest of touches, with Max completed naked, and Cory very nearly so, sent a jolt of pleasure through his Max's stiff pecker. Cory grabbed him by the shoulders, and steadied him. His slight permanent smile could have killed Max.
"Whoa there man. Be careful, you're liable to fall rushing around like that... Especially being all wet." With the last sentence, Cory took a quick glance downward. Max's face burned. Cory gave him a quick tap on the shoulder, and turned to hang up his towel. He asked over his shoulder, "How's the water? Not too cold I'm guessing."
Max's face burned at an even higher temperature. "It's not too bad." He replied sheepishly.
"Awesome", with that, Cory dropped his own shorts and stepped out of them.
Max couldn't help but stare at the tanned boy's ass. His legs were toned, and as nicely tanned as the rest of him. They came together in two perfect and toned cheeks. He gaze lingered there as Cory bent to retrieve he shorts. Max's jaw involuntarily dropped a bit. He could only just glimpse two walnut sized testicles hanging between the toned legs. His eyes wandered up as Cory stood. His back muscles moved and flexed ever so slightly as he folded his shorts. Cory appeared, from the rear at least, to have the body, and well toned physique of a swimmer. Max finally forced himself to tear his eyes away, and pulled his shorts over his now half mast penis. He grabbed his towel, and began to walk towards the door. He couldn't resist one more look into the shower, and his face turned red once again as his eyes met Cory's. He stepped into the hall, where he could finally escape his embarrassment.
-------END of Chapter 1 ------
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