College story 8
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Whatever fantasies Tom may have ever had were surpassed by what had taken place that weekend! As Tom put his own cum-soaked clothes in the washer, along with some other clothes that needed washing, he sighed in satisfaction at the weekend's many gifts to him. Brothers Billy and Danny had shared their gifts with Tom, followed by Paul then Andy and finally Marco It had been quite a weekend!
While the wash was chugging away, Tom thought of his schedule for the next week. He had a part-time job on campus, and had to be there on Monday afternoon, which allowed him to sleep in after all the weekend's activity. But he really didn't have anything else of importance planned for the week. Tom figured he would use the time to relax and recharge. Who knew what the next weekend would bring? He chuckled at that thought.
Wearing just his briefs, Tom sat on the couch and clicked the television on. The swim meet was over, and all of the available programs were in the middle of their broadcast, so Tom just turned the TV off again and put on some music instead while he waited for the wash to be done. He kind of dozed while the music played. When the wash cycle was complete, Tom got up and moved the clean, wet clothes into the dryer, acknowledging that one of the best things of this place was the laundry facilities! Tom decided to let the dryer do its job, so he brushed his teeth and climbed into bed. In a flash he was asleep. There were no interruptions during the night--no clandestine knocks on the door, no strange cars in the driveway. Just sleep.
When Tom awoke on Monday morning, he felt great--energized by a full night's sleep. He put a pot of coffee on to brew and jumped in the shower. Despite the vivid memories of the weekend that had just passed, Tom didn't feel the need to beat off in the shower (one of his favorite locations to do it). He simply washed and shampooed his hair, then got out to towel off, feeling clean and surprisingly awake. He threw on a pair of shorts and walked out to the kitchen to let that coffee help him start the day. There's something special about that first cup of coffee. Tom drank it black, and the kick that started the week was soon felt. Tom glanced up at the clock. It was just after 9AM. He remembered that he had put his clothes in the dryer just as he had gone to sleep, so he went to the laundry room and decided to run the dryer for a few minutes more to take out any wrinkles from leaving the clothes in the dryer overnight. He drank his second cup while this was taking place. Then he got the toasty-warm clothes out of the dryer, folding and hanging each piece appropriately and storing them away in their place. It was only 10AM and Tom had already been productive! He went back out to the kitchen and decided to fry a couple of eggs to fuel his morning. When he had finished eating, Tom washed the breakfast dishes and went out to his living room, where he stopped to put on some soft music and sat on the couch that had seen more than its share of action that past weekend. He debated what to do next. He wasn't due to be on the job until that afternoon, but there wasn't a real schedule to his work, so he decided to walk over to the office in which he was working for the summer and be productive there earlier than anticipated!
The walk was quick. Summers are relatively quiet on campus, and Tom has greeted by his coworkers when he got to the office No one questioned why he was there early--they just kept on with their work and Tom started on his own. He was engrossed in his efforts and didn't notice that time had slipped by. He looked at the clock and it was already after 2PM! Time to go. He wrapped up his efforts, said good bye to the admin at the front desk, and began his walk back home.
It was a delightful summer day--warm but not too hot, and sunny with billowing white clouds. Tom took his time as he walked back to his place, occasionally noticing someone else walking by or riding their bicycle. Tom secretly thought that a lot of the good-looking guys were still on campus for the summer! He thought about making a detour by the pool to see if there were any cuties in bathing suits, but decided instead just to go home. He had dressed casually, so there wasn't a need to change clothes. Tom had--quite honestly--smoked enough pot over the weekend to last him for a while, so he didn't even feel a need to do a bowl when he got home. He did want something to eat, so he made a quick sandwich, grabbed a soda, and sat down to have some lunch. Despite having had a full night of restful sleep, Tom awoke with a start, having dozed off on his couch. He wasn't sure what had awakened him. He sat silently for a moment, listening for a knock on the door or some other sound, but there was none. He stretched and decided music was in order! Music was a significant part of Tom's life, and his collection demonstrated a range of musical interests. He chose some light classical piano music, and lay back down on the couch. He didn't really fall asleep, but when the side of the record was finished and the record-changer lifted off the vinyl, Tom got up and flipped the record over. While he was up, he grabbed another soda and sat back on the couch. Only then did he begin to reminisce about what had taken place the past weekend.
Tom was really by no means promiscuous. Like most males his age, he liked to masturbate. And for some reason, he really got off doing it with other horny guys. It was simple stress release--no muss, no fuss, no bother, no relationship, etc. Just fun. Not only did he like to jack off WITH other guys, he liked to do it to them (and receive hand jobs from them as well). He had discovered earlier that he liked oral, though he didn't get that many opportunities either to give or to receive it. And, quite honestly, his masturbatory trysts were usually spaced out--very rarely like what had occurred last weekend! That's why the past weekend was such an outlier. Maybe the stars were aligned. It WAS summer!
After several records and a lot of reminiscing (without doing anything about it), Tom looked at the clock. It was about 10PM. He decided it was time for bed, and, once again, sleep came readily.
When Tom awoke, he was well-rested. It was still quite early, but he had gone to sleep quite early as well. He walked out to the kitchen to start some coffee brewing, then jumped in the shower. When he was done, he wrapped his towel around his waist and padded out to the kitchen to get his first cup of coffee. As he sipped, he looked at the clock. It was only 6:45AM, earlier than he normally got up. He'd get a jump on the day--even though nothing formal was planned!
Tom's attention was diverted by auto headlights shining into his window from the driveway. A few seconds later, there was a soft knock on his door. Still draped in his towel, Tom walked to the front door and looked out through the peep hole. It was Marco! Tom chuckled in anticipation and decided to open the door. Marco didn't wait. He came right in, then turned to Tom, only then noticing that Tom was nearly naked. "Suck me," Marco said excitedly, groping himself as he did so. "I don't have much time and I need it." Tom couldn't turn down an offer like that! He motioned Marco over to the couch. Without bothering to create any ambiance (music, lights, etc.), Tom sat beside the horny teen and reached over to feel his crotch. Marco's hard cock was steaming in his shorts. In one fell swoop, Marco pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles. "Please, suck me," he said. "I need it really bad." Marco's right hand lifted up his quivering tool, which was already oozing copious precum. Tom simply leaned down and sucked Marco into his wet mouth, swallowing all the way until Marco's cock was fully inside his throat. Marco's moan was evidence that he loved it! Marco put his hands on the back of Tom's head and began thrusting rapidly up into Tom's willing mouth. "Yeahhhhhh," breathed Marco as he did so. "That's what I need. That feels so good." Marco's sex babble accompanied his upward thrusting. It wasn't more than a minute before Marco cried out, "oh, fuck, here it comes." He shot a massive morning load down Tom's throat, the pulsing making his cock feel even harder than it was. Amazingly, Tom stayed all-the-way down on Marco's cock throughout his teen orgasm. When he was certain that he had gotten all of the boy's load, Tom suctioned his way up the still-throbbing cock, and leaned back on the couch. "Damn," he said with a smile. "What a way to start the day."
Marco looked over at Tom, whose towel had come undone while he was giving Marco his first-of-the-day BJ. Tom's cock was hard as a rock, too. "Beat off with me," said Marco, his own hand now stroking his constantly-hard cock, despite just having shot his cum down Tom's throat. Tom, remembering that Marco could be a multi-cummer, began to stroke his own cock. Marco watched as Tom beat his meat, using that visual as fuel for his own jackoff. "Shoot for me," said Marco. "Shoot." Tom tried to oblige, picking up his pace. It wasn't long before his body started to writhe as his orgasm approached. "Ahhhhhhhhh," said Marco, as his second cum shot up on his chest and stomach. Tom wasn't far behind, covering his own stomach with a hot dollops of cum. They both sat there in silence for maybe thirty seconds. "Can I use your towel to clean up?" Marco asked. Tom pulled it out from underneath his body and handed it to Marco, who wiped up the mess he had just made. He handed the towel back to Tom, who also wiped off his stomach as Marco stood up. He pulled his pants and underwear up until both were beneath his balls. Marco's cock was still hard. "If I had more time, I'd get you to do it again," he said. Tom didn't wait, he leaned forward and swallowed Marco again. It was an automatic response. Marco grabbed Tom's head and pulled it into his crotch, shoving his cock down Tom's willing throat, then pulling it out, then shoving it back in. At most, two minutes went by before Marco's moans gave notice that his third cumshot was on the way. He pulled Tom's head tight as his sweet teen cream shot out again--almost as much this third time as it was the first! Again, Tom sucked as tightly as he could to get it all as Marco pulled out. Even though his cock was still hard, Marco said hurriedly, "I've got to go." He walked toward the door. Tom, now fully naked and still engorged from their playtime, was right next to him. Marco got to the door, then stopped and looked down at Tom He reached out and gently grabbed Tom's cock. "I liked you doing that," he said. Then Marco opened the door and was gone. Tom stayed behind the cover of the door, but heard Marco's car start up and the headlights come on as Marco backed out of the driveway and down the street. Now Tom needed another shower.
What was it that caused THIS summer to be the summer of non-stop sexual activity? Tom couldn't figure it out. He wasn't doing anything differently than he normally did. The guys were just all horny, it seemed!
Anyway, Tom took his second shower, dressed, and decided to go into work again. His walk across campus was uneventful, as it was still very early. He arrived at the office just as the admin turned the "on" switch to the morning coffee, so he waited while it brewed and chatted about nothing to the admin, before grabbing his first cup of java and beginning work. Tom's work required focus, but was not stressful. Occasionally, his mind wandered and, given all that had been happening recently, he threw a bone in his pants. When he consciously realized that he was hard, Tom chuckled and made sure that no one else in the office could see him. He was a virile young man, and this was natural. Tom worked until lunchtime and decided to call it a day.
At noontime, it was a good bit warmer than it had been when Tom walked to work, but not uncomfortably hot. As Tom walked back through campus toward his place, he decided to stop at the student center and get something to eat. While the food wasn't the best in the world, it was cheap, filling and, some say, nutritious. He got a grilled chicken breast, some broccoli, and some rice with gravy. Tom opted for a glass of iced tea, paid his fare at the cash register, and headed for a nearby table, where he began to eat. As he walked toward his table, he scanned the cafeteria, which was just starting to get busy, but didn't recognize any of the people there. So he just ate his meal. Jut as he was finishing up, there was a commotion behind him, and then the chair next to him was pulled back, and Danny sat down next to him. "Howdy, bud!" Danny said enthusiastically, extending his hand for a shake. Tom reached out and shook Danny's hand, and his mind raced with the knowledge that this was the hand Danny used to beat his meat. "Fancy seeing you here," said Danny. "I eat here occasionally when it's easier than making something myself. Today I just happened to be going home from work and decided to see what the cafeteria was serving." "Must have been good," said Danny with a laugh, nodding towards Tom's empty plate. "I guess I was hungry," said Tom with a chuckle. "You done for the day?" asked Danny. "I was thinking about going to the pool again." Tom hesitated for a second. "I generally don't like to go in the middle of the day," Tom said. "Too hot, and I have a tendency to get sunburned." "I dig it," said Danny. "Just thought I'd ask." There was a lull in the conversation while Tom took the last sip from his iced tea. "Well, I hope you have a good afternoon," said Danny. As he stood up, Danny's crotch was in Tom's line of sight, and he could see the bulge in Danny's crotch. As Danny turned to walk away, he said, "if you are around another day this week, I'll try and stop by." Tom eagerly said, "sure." And Danny was gone. Tom realized that he was boning up right there in the cafeteria, so he sat there for a couple of minutes, trying to think of anything that would make him remain rock hard. Danny's bulge had immediately reminded Tom of the hot times over the last few weeks that Danny (and then his brother Billy) had shared. Fortunately, the environment in the cafeteria was not one to facilitate an erection, so Tom was able to get up, take his tray to the drop-off point, and continue his walk home.
The rest of his day was uneventful.