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Please consider donating to Nifty so we can keep this great site going! ********************************************************* I heard a phone ping early this morning, the sun still not shining yet. I reach and grab my phone off the nightstand and look through bleary eyes to check my notifications, but nothing's there. I glanced over to Tyler's bed and saw him reaching to grab his phone. He looked at the screen, groaned, tapped his alarm clock, and then rolled back over to face the wall, curling into a ball. I closed my eyes for what seemed like a second or two only to have my alarm start ringing. I reach out again and silence the alarm looking at the time. 30 minutes had passed, not 2 seconds, and I need to get up and going or I'll be late.
I throw my legs over the side of the bed, stretch and yawn to get my blood flowing. I feel pretty good actually. The extra sleep, though unintended, was much needed and has me feeling refreshed. Even so, I don't want to go to class. My stomach rumbles loudly, my body now remembering that I skipped dinner last night. I'm starving. If I hurry, I can grab some breakfast in the caf before my class. Otherwise, I won't be able to concentrate on anything.
I start pulling off my shirt as I sit, knowing I have to change before class. I'll forgo a shower this morning to give me some extra time. I'm sure my hair's a mess, but I'll wear a cap today. I stand from the bed and drop my boxer briefs to the floor. As I stand I stretch again, reaching with my hands as high as I can toward the ceiling, extending my calves so that I'm on my tiptoes, stretching every muscle to their limit. As I come back down and relax, I notice that not every part of me has relaxed. My dick is growing out in front of me.
Oh yeahhh,' I think to myself, looking down. I never did anything with you last night after all.'
I reach down and motion one single stroke down the shaft of my dick from base to tip, feeling all of me still growing as if to lead the way toward a full hard-on. I rub my eyes again, still standing naked at the edge of my bed. I look over toward Tyler's bed again and he's still sacked out. I have no idea when he got in last night, but it looks like he had a late night. His alarm hasn't gone off yet, even though it usually wakes me before my own alarm. He'll need to get up soon or he'll be late. I should probably wake him up, but maybe he needs a few extra minutes of sleep - I do that often. I decide to let him wake on his own.
I don't hurry into my clothes, instead letting my body linger in the open air as long as possible. It feels nice to have it all out there, especially with my morning wood. And also, I wouldn't mind Tyler getting an eyeful of me this morning. Even though I usually `ignore' his morning wood, maybe he wouldn't ignore mine. Maybe he'd joke about it. I wouldn't mind him mentioning my cock again. I pick out my clothes from the dresser, tossing each item onto my bed across the room. I contemplate even going into the bathroom naked to brush my teeth, but then I risk our dorm neighbors walking into our shared bathroom also getting ready. Me and Tyler have gotten used to seeing each other naked in the mornings, but not so much with our neighbors.
I pull on a fresh pair of boxer briefs, tucking my hard-on down into the soft fabric and to the left. I brush my teeth, letting myself soften in the mundanity of my morning ritual, and then walk back into the room. I notice that Tyler has moved around in his bed, but is still sleeping. He's really going to be late if he doesn't hop up soon, so I walk over to him. His blanket had fallen down off his torso as he tossed and turned in the morning. I lightly grabbed his shoulder and shook him gently.
"Hey, Tyler..." I whispered. "You're gonna be late if you don't get up." I kept gently nudging his shoulder until I saw a glint of his eyes.
"Hmm?" He grunted.
"You're gonna be late," I repeat. "It's already 7:18."
He rubbed his face with his hands and groaned out, "My class is cancelled. Got an email this morning."
That must've been what the ping was from this morning.
"Oh, my bad. Back to sleep then," I said.
As I said this, he rolled back over onto his side facing the wall, curling up into a ball again. I grabbed his blanket and pulled it back up to cover him, just as he did to me the previous night. It felt about as intimate as it did to wake up and find that he'd done it for me. I felt bad waking him up now, especially since it looked like he had a late night. But I would want him to do that same to me if I overslept. As I let go of the blanket, Tyler reached his left arm out behind him to find me. When he did, his hand landed on my hip, half his hand on the waistband of my underwear and the other half on my skin just above it.
He patted my hip twice saying, "Thanks bud," and then replaced his arm under the blanket and fell back asleep.
I stood there for a second, not expecting his touch on my body. It was a simple gesture, although a sleepy one, to say thanks for... for what? For checking that he wouldn't be late? For covering him back up? I wasn't sure which, but the touch of his warm hand on my skin sent a shock through my body directly to my groin. My softening morning wood was turning ship, now heading back to full mast. Once again full in my underwear, I turned and took the steps back to my bed and pulled on the rest of my clothes and my cap to cover my bed head. I walked out the door, but glanced back at Tyler asleep in his bed, feeling his hand on my skin and my dick straining again the fabric of my shorts.
Class is much less brutal today, now having a full nights sleep. Well, more than a full night actually. I made it to the caf to grab a quick breakfast before my first class which sated my hunger until lunchtime. Luckily there were no quizzes and my classes were actually interesting. Is that weird to say? I know most college kids dread their classes, as I do most of the time, but they were actually piquing my interest today. Was this the extra sleep? I felt great. If this is how I feel after falling asleep at 7pm, then I just might start doing it every night. I saw a few of Tyler's friends in the caf at lunch and they said hello, as well as some new friends that I was making on my own. My afternoon classes went by smoothly as well. I was listening intently to my history professor when I got a text. It was from Tyler.
1:32 pm Tyler: Hey buddy, got plans this afternoon?
1:32 pm Me: Nah, I don't think so. What's up?
1:34 pm Tyler: What time does your last class get out?
1:35 pm Me: It's over at 3
1:35 pm Tyler: Was gonna go to the gym after class. Wanna join?
1:37 pm Me: Sure. I could use a good workout. :)
1:38 pm Tyler: I get out at 2:30. I might get a head start. Meet me there when you're out?
1:38 pm Me: Sure thing
I couldn't help but smile at my phone. I know it had only been one day, but I almost.. missed him? Sounds stupid, I know. But not spending any time with him yesterday just made me excited to spend some time with him today. Even if it was by working out. Tyler works out pretty regularly, and I do only occasionally - as anyone would be able to tell by our physiques. We hadn't really worked out together yet, so this would be interesting.
The last hour and a half of class seemed to drag then, probably due to my excitement to get out and go hang with Tyler. Once the professor let us out, I raced back to the dorm, making a quick change into some workout clothes and headed over to the gym which was just a few buildings away from ours. I walked into the front doors and was hit with the strong smell of sweat. I was surrounded by guys and girls grunting with each rep at their stations, and of course the one guy on roids in the back that yells with each deadlift. I scanned the room and saw Tyler waving me over. He had another guy next to him and it looked like he had just finished a round of lifting, sweat clinging to the edges of his shirt.
"Thanks for the spot Ivan," Tyler said to the guy, "but my buddy's here now."
"No worries man!" Ivan said, and walked off.
"Wow, you've been busy I see," I say to Tyler.
"Just feeling the burn, ya know," he said with a smile. "Wanna jump in?"
"Sure, but you know I'm a newbie, so take it easy on me."
"I gotcha buddy. Grab a belt and I'll spot you."
I walked over and got a belt, strapped it around my waist to brace for the back squats I was about to attempt. When I do lift, which admittedly isn't much, I do pretty light loads because I lift alone and don't have anyone to spot me. Now that Tyler was here I could do a little more. Or at least try to. I walked back to the bar as Tyler was changing the weight, making it lighter for me - thank goodness. I stepped under the bar, lifted it, and began to squat.Tyler pushed his two fingers underneath the belt at my waist to spot me.
Each squat was a bit tougher than the previous one, my muscles beginning to burn. I was taking deep breaths with each squat down, and blowing out sharp breaths as I came up. My thighs began to shake a little once I got to the 7th one. Tyler must have noticed, because his grip tightened on the back of my belt. Then on the eighth, I grunted as I struggled to come up again. Tyler wrapped his other arm around my waist to steady me and help me come up. It helped me make it back up, but my focus moved from the squats to him. HIs arm around me and his chest against my back. I just stood there.
"C'mon bud! 2 more! You got this!" Tyler yelled, still pressed against me.
Would I be able to finish with him this close to me? I had to push through. He kept cheering me on.
"Don't quit here! You can do it Peter!"
I took another deep breath and squatted, struggling again. I felt him press his chest harder into my back as he guided me back up.
"One more! Just one more!" he yelled and forcefully patted my stomach. "Use your core!"
Fuck. I felt him all around me now. Arm tighter around my stomach, chest tighter against my back, his breath now on the side of my neck as he cheered me on. One more lift. The final squat took most of Tyler and what little was left of me but we got the bar back on the rack and I stepped back.
"Hell yeah buddy," Tyler said with a big smile and massaging my shoulders, "that's the way to do it."
"I couldn't have done it without you helping," I said with a laugh.
He just smiled back and said, "What are friends for?"
He stepped up to the bar and added more weight. We kept switching back and forth to take our turns. With each set Tyler spotted me, and each one required more help from him, as well as required him to be closer and tighter. Since he was stronger than me and frequented the gym more regularly, he didn't need quite the same spotting from me. I didn't have to surround him the way he did me, just my hand on his belt to help guide occasionally. While I was bummed that I wouldn't get to be that close to him, I was also a little relieved. There's no telling what such close proximity of me pressed against him from behind would do to my cock, especially with the way I'm feeling now. Lifting was definitely getting my blood pumping, and I would lose it if I tried to spot him and sprung a boner. Like, literally would have to withdraw from school and move back home. Immediately.
We did several sets of different stations across the gym, taking breaks in between and while waiting for a station to open up. I was covered in sweat now, as was Tyler. I'd often have to dry my hands before grabbing onto weights, or after wiping my brow to keep from dripping everywhere. Tyler wasn't dripping like me, but his clothes were soaked through. He definitely had more stamina than I did. I would often take our water bottles across the room to refill to take a break. It made even more sense now how he looked the way he did. After about 45 minutes, Tyler said he had completed his round of all the machines he wanted to hit today.
"I'm done, but I'll stay to spot you if there's anything else you wanna hit."
"Fuck no," I said. "I'm wiped man. That's more than I've ever done," I said trying to catch my breath.
He laughed, "Haha, I was just making sure you weren't quitting just because I was done."
"Oh I definitely am. But if it hadn't been for you, I would've quit a long time ago."
We both laughed and started to gather our things. I grabbed my keys, phone, and water bottle, and Tyler grabbed his water bottle throwing it into his gym bag with his other belongings. I was about to head for the door when Tyler started toward the back of the gym.
He pointed in the direction he was turned and asked, "Gonna hit the showers?"
"Oh, I forgot to bring extra clothes or anything," I explained, even though this was done intentionally.
Once again, with all my blood pumping the way it was, I was glad I had thought ahead to plan not to shower there. I don't trust my body in the open gym showers with all these other muscled guys, much less Tyler getting all soaped up in front of me.
"I'll just shower back at the dorm," I continued. "See you back at the room?"
"Oh, no worries. I'll just head back with you. There's probably a line anyways."
We headed back toward our dorm, the sun blaring down on our already hot and sweaty bodies. We walked in sync, side by side down the sidewalk.
"Oh, by the way," I started, figuring this was as good a time as any to mention it. "Thanks for the blanket last night."
I hoped it wasn't awkward that I would bring it up. But it was too sweet not to thank him for.
"No problem bud. You looked a little cold, and you were sacked out!"
"Yeah, I didn't intend to fall asleep, but my body must've needed it."
"My fault dude. I shouldn't have kept us up that late the other night."
"No no! I enjoyed it. It was fun.. Really fun," I assured him.
"Maybe next time I just won't force you to watch TV into the early morning," he laughed.
"Or I should just go to bed when I'm tired," I laughed again. "But still, thanks for the blanket. It was nice."
"Anytime dude. And you repaid the favor this morning, so no biggie."
So he did remember that from this morning. I wondered if in the grogginess of the early morning he even registered that I woke him, or covered him up. Or that he patted my hip. But he did.
We climbed the stairs of our building to our floor and busted through out door to our room. My legs were like jelly after all the lifting and then up 3 flights of stairs. I fell to the floor in the middle of the room, feeling the cool tiles against my skin and moaned that I was exhausted.
"Cool if I jump in first then while you melt into the floor?" He asked.
"Sure, I'm going to lay here and hope that my muscles will stop screaming at me."
Tyler laughed and stepped over me and around me as he set his bag down. He stepped over me again to head to the bathroom, stopping near his dirty clothes basket to strip. Even though I was on the floor, I still had a good view of him as he peeled his sweaty clothes off. It seemed like his body was pulsing as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard the shower turn on and I stared at the ceiling, willing myself to get off the floor but I couldn't.
I closed my eyes so I wasn't staring directly into the light above me on the ceiling. I kept taking deep breaths hoping the wobbliness of my body would start to fade. So far, no such luck. I must have started to doze, because before I knew it, I was startled by the bathroom door opening. I opened my eyes to see Tyler coming out of the bathroom, water droplets cascading down his body as he was finishing drying off. He tousled his hair as he walked in allowing me to take in the sight, wet cock and all.
"It's all yours buddy," he said, "Even left the warm water running for you."
He was too kind. It seemed like he often thought about the small details. Just like keeping the water running. Not only would that hold the bathroom open for me letting the guys on the other side of the bathroom know someone was using it, but cuts out me having to walk in and wait for the water to warm up again. I'm not sure that I would've thought that far ahead. I'd like to be more thoughtful like Tyler. I would try to be, I decided.