The first thing Van noticed when he walked into his dorm room was that the window was wide open, letting in fresh air and clearing out any lingering scent of sex. His glance shot to Carson's bed, which was empty. Was the window always open when he came back in the afternoon? He honestly couldn't remember. The weather hadn't turned very cold yet, so there was no special reason to note a window being open. Carson cheating on his long distance girlfriend could be something completely new or it could have been going on for weeks. With a cock like Carson was packing, it had to be a challenge to be content with jerking off over Skype.
Dropping his stuff on his desk, Van sat on the edge of his own bed and flipped through the pictures on his phone again, marveling at the afternoon he'd had so far and the fact that it had taken him so long to realize that the watch could be used in this way. Feeling his dick begin to rise again, he put his phone down and began to gather his stuff for a quick shower.
Any thoughts of more fun in the shower room at the end of his hall were set aside when he found it completely deserted. Most of the guys showered in the morning, Van included, while a handful showered at night. Afternoon showers were probably fairly unusual, since most people were in class or out and about on campus.
Once Van had showered and put on clean clothes, he headed downstairs to the dining center, making a quick detour to see if he had any mail. Taking his lunch and the few envelopes and magazines he'd collected from his box to a quiet corner of the cafeteria style room,he began to shuffle through his mail in an idle way, his mind on Carson, Jake, Red, and a million other possibilities.
Life can be funny sometimes. For instance you may have an old friend you haven't seen in ages and just when the thought of them is crossing your mind for the first time in forever, they send you a text. That's the sort of moment Van experienced as he opened up a manila envelope addressed to him in his Mom's handwriting. Inside was a note from her, a $50 bill, and a smaller envelope.
'I hope you're having fun and studying hard. Here's a little mad money, just in case. Oh, and I moved the hall table the other night and found some mail for you. It must have fallen behind the table. Call me soon! Love you. - Mom'
Today of all days, as Van had experienced the gift his Grandfather had left him in a whole new way, he felt it was almost fitting to see his Grandpa Sam's handwriting again. His hand shook a little in anticipation as he tore open the envelope.
'Okay kid, I'm sending this separate from the watch just in case the post office screws things up and it falls into the wrong hands. I wish I had been able to tell you this in person and put it on your wrist myself, but when your time is up not even a watch like mine can give you much extra. I figure I have just about enough left in me to get this in the mail before I ride off into the sunset. I don't dare stop things for too long. What the heck would happen if I bit the dust before I could start it up again?
So, a few basic things to know about the watch. Number one, it stops time when you hit the button on the side, then starts it back up again when you push it again. Number two, if time is stopped and you're wearing the watch, things will work for you. If you look around you can see all the cars and their drivers are frozen on the roads, but if you need to hop in a car and get somewhere, it will start for you. If you need to flush a toilet, it will flush for you. You get the idea. Number three, and this is a big one: if you are touching another person at the moment you stop time, they won't freeze. They'll be as with it and aware as you are. So be careful there. Once you find someone special, it can be great fun to make the whole world fade away while the two of you go on adventures together. Your Grandmother and I had countless times together like that.
Don't ask me how the watch works, or why. Your guess is as good as mine. It was given to me by the brother of my own grandfather, when he was on his death bed, and he didn't tell me much beyond what I've just told you. I trust that you'll get up to a lot of mischief, as I did, but I also know that you're a decent man and aren't going to use the watch to cause any great harm. I hope you'll even do some good with it. When the time comes one day, you'll know to pass it on to the right person. That's it kid, good luck and have fun!'
Van put the letter down and looked at the watch on his wrist. It had never occurred to him to wonder why he could take pictures with his cell phone when time was frozen, or open doors or wash his hands. Then again, until today he hadn't done much with the watch beyond gaining free food, easy A's on tests, and some extra time to sleep before he had to get up for class. The biggest shock was that he could have someone else experience all of this with him if he wanted to. A mental image of him and Carson fucking in the middle of the quad while everyone around them was their frozen audience popped into his mind. If only!
Van ate his lunch and wandered back upstairs to his dorm room, lost in thought. As he walked around the corner onto his hall, he saw Carson ahead of him, just going into their room. His heart starting to pound as if he was on a first date, Van walked into the room. Carson was closing the window.
"Hey man," Carson grinned at him as he shrugged off his backpack and went across the room to toss it on his bed. "Good day?"
"Kind of crazy, but yeah. How about you?" Van looked closely at his lanky roommate as he stretched his arms above his head, his shirt rising to show off his treasure trail, the very one that Van had followed with his tongue a few hours earlier.
"Nothing special." Carson flopped down on his bed and kicked off his shoes. Van wished again that he'd been able to arrange to unfreeze time and walk in on Carson and Abby/Addie. He felt a strong desire to have his roommate know that he knew, not only about the afternoon fuck session, but about that massive piece of meat between his legs.
Just thinking of it had Van's dick getting hard again. "Damn."
"What's up?" Carson asked.
"Me. I need to get laid." Van had never been quite so blunt before, even though Carson had professed from the beginning that he was completely cool with having a gay roommate.
Carson chuckled a little. "Hell yeah, we need to get you some college boy ass!"
Van looked over at his friend, stretched out on his bed with his back against the wall, legs casually spread. "A nice big fat cock would be even better."
Carson's mouth dropped open for a second as he stared at Van. "Dude! I've never heard you talk like that before. You must be pretty horny."
"Sorry. I shouldn't be so graphic. I mean, it's not like you walk around talking about pussy all the time," Van said, looking into Carson's eyes.
"Nah, man, don't worry about it! I have no problem with you liking the dick. I just wish I had another gay friend around here to hook you up with. I knew a couple of guys in high school, but I don't know anyone around here."
"That's okay. I mean, if anyone understands the frustration of not getting any at the moment, it's you, right?" Van smiled at Carson.
Carson looked uncomfortable and a little sad for a fleeting second and then nodded. "Yeah. So, listen, I'll get out of here for awhile, go get some lunch and give you some alone time to check out your favorite dude on dude websites."
Van smiled as his roommate jumped up and put his shoes back on. Carson really was pretty cool, and now Van was almost certain that he had some regrets about cheating on his girlfriend.
"Thanks man. If you come across any big dicked guys on your way, send them my way."
Carson laughed. "I like this side of you, man. See you in awhile, happy stroking."
Van didn't bother to visit any websites or to jerk off, though. Instead, he got started on a paper that he had to write. All the while, in the back of his mind, was the hope that Carson would have a skype session that night. He wanted to have that hard cock in his mouth again and to ride it if it was possible.
As the evening passed, his hopes dwindled. Carson worked at his computer, reviewed some of his class notes for an upcoming exam, watched TV, chatted with friends from their hall and the other floors who wandered in and out, and never mentioned needing the room. Several of them went down to eat dinner together as a group, and when he and Carson came back up to the room, Van couldn't wait any longer. "No skype tonight?"
Carson was playing on his phone and didn't look up. "Nah, man. Probably tomorrow night. She's got a paper to write tonight, or a study group, something like that."
Van hit the button on his watch and Carson instantly froze, phone in hand. "Okay, so I'm not getting your cock again tonight. Let's see what else I can find." Van stood up and started toward the door, then paused. Walking over to Carson, he took the phone out of his hand and looked at the screen.
Carson had been texting someone that he had in his phone as 'Lab partner'. Van scrolled up to read their conversation and quickly realized that 'Lab Partner' was Abby/Addie. So much for feeling bad about cheating!
LP: I had so much fun.
Carson: Yeah. It was great.
LP: Never seen 1 that big. I can still feel it.
Carson: Really? Where?
LP: my throat, my pussy
Carson: Was I too rough?
LP: No!! Just big, but so gr8.
That had been before they went down to dinner. Carson hadn't responded until they were back in the room.
Carson: U need it again? 2night?
Van saw that his roommate had just sent that text when he froze time. Putting the phone back in his friend's hand, Van sat back down at his computer and started time back up. He played around on his computer, listening for the sound of an incoming text on Carson's phone. If the two of them were going to hook up tonight, Van had a chance at tasting that cock again. His ears strained for the sound and then heard several dings in a row. Van stopped time and practically ran across the room and grabbed the phone.
LP: I do, but i cant 2night.
Carson: U sure? I wanna slide it into you again nice n slow
LP: ur making me wet, but i cant 2night. 2morrow?
Carson: u want to take my big dick again 2morrow?
LP:god yeah
That was the extent of it. Damn! Van put the phone back in Carson's hands and then gave the front of his roommate's pants a squeeze. He was semi hard, which given his size was still pretty impressive, but Van needed something more tonight.
Walking out of his room, Van looked up and down the hall. This was a college dorm on a Thursday night. He was surrounded by hot, horny college guys. Behind some of these doors, and the other doors in the building, there had to be hard cock waiting for him. An idea suddenly struck him. Van knew there was a master key down in the lobby. It was behind the front desk, where staff was on duty during the day and RAs took turns manning the desk at night. A quick trip down the stairs and behind the desk, where one of the 5th floor RAs was frozen with a textbook in front of her, and Van had in hand just what he needed to explore the other rooms in his dorm.
In this particular building, the even numbered floors were occupied by guys and the odd numbered floors by women. Van decided to start with the second floor, suddenly remembering a sexy blond lacrosse player he'd drooled over in the dining center more than once, though he always had some girl or another practically draped over his body. Van had heard that this stud lived somewhere on the second floor.
The first several rooms were completely dull. Van found guys frozen in the act of studying, watching TV, and smoking pot, but no sexual activity. Finally he did open a door to find a guy with his dick in his hand, but he was one of the least appealing guys physically Van had even seen, so he quickly backed out and closed the door behind him.
The second floor proved to be a waste of time and Van was starting to get discouraged as he went up the stairs to his own floor. There had been no sign of his blond God. At least on his hall he knew the guys and could single out the rooms occupied by the attractive ones.
The first door he opened was a room shared by Pete and Matthew. These two guys had been best friends since high school and had signed up to be roommates together in college. They hung out with the other guys on the hall sometimes, but they had other friends around campus who they'd gone to high school with and they often hung out with them.
They both had the muscular builds the football team had given them in high school, though neither of them were on the college team. Pete had dark Italian good looks and Matthew was what Van thought of as farm boy handsome, with light brown hair. Van had always thought they looked like they'd just stepped out of a Sean Cody porn scene.
The sight that greeted him when he unlocked their door and stepped inside lived up to that impression. The light was out and the blinds were shut. Only the glow of the TV filled the room. The image frozen on the screen was that of two women sharing a cock, their mouths each wrapped around it one on each side, their tongues meeting on the head.
Pete and Matthew had been in the dining center earlier during dinner, but had left about fifteen minutes before the rest of the group. Now Van could see what they'd been hurrying off to do. The two studs were seated side by side on Pete's bed, backs against the wall, frozen in the act of watching the porno together.
Van groaned and squeezed his dick through his pants. The guys weren't actually touching, but they were sitting so close together that they might as well have been. They were both dressed only in their underwear, briefs for Pete and boxers for Matthew, and each had their cock in their hand.
Van turned on the light to get a better look, almost expecting the two to blink and shield their eyes. Pete's body was furry and muscular. Even as a college freshman, his chest was already a dense forest of fur, as were his legs and thighs, and the copious amount of hair around his dick would have dwarfed a lesser cock. Pete was packing a solid seven inches, and it was very thick. Matthew, on the other hand, was almost completely smooth except for a light dusting of hair on his legs and a patch above his dick, which looked quite similar to Van's own cock, six good solid inches. The two made quite the contrast.
Van wasted no time in snapping a few photos on his phone, and then he crawled between Pete's legs and sampled his hairy balls and thick shaft before leaning over and engulfing Matthew's meat with his mouth. Van sucked the two cocks back and forth for several minutes, but again felt a rather empty feeling of not being able to make them cum.
Van sat back on the floor and stared up at the two hunks, best buds since high school, always so close. Clearly, they jerked off together. Did they ever jerk each other or do more? Van looked around the room. Matthew's bed was almost exactly opposite Pete's where the two guys were sitting. A plan began to form in Van's mind.
Turning the light back off, he left their room and ran down the hall to his own. Sitting back in his chair he hit the button on his watch and started time. Carson began texting again as Van stood up. "I'll be back, I just remembered I have to run to the library."
"Okay, see you." Carson's attention was focused on his phone and he didn't even look up as Van left their room. As soon as he was back in the hall, Van hit the button and stopped time again and then ran back down to Pete and Matthew's room and let himself in. Turning on the light, he made a quick assessment and saw that nothing had changed in the short time they'd been unfrozen except that the image on the screen had shifted to the two women sucking the guy's balls.
Van turned the light back out and got down on the floor next to Matthew's bed. He could just fit underneath it, with a perfect view of the the two guys illuminated by the light of the screen. He'd be in complete darkness, they shouldn't be able to see him at all, especially with their attention focused on the porno.
Van held his breath and started time.
"Fuck yeah, she's such a slut," Matthew muttered in the silent room as Van watched his and Pete's hands slide up and down their cocks. Pete just grunted in response, his eyes locked on the screen. For the next few minutes, Van watched as the two buddies stroked themselves in silence, never even glancing at each other. It was incredibly hot, his cock was leaking badly in his pants, but he still wanted more. Van froze time and awkwardly crawled out from under the bed, covered in dust bunnies.
What would happen if... could he really? Van's heart pounded. He considered the two for a moment. Given the way they'd stroked silently and with laser like focus for the last few minutes, Van didn't think these two had ever messed around together. But some part of them must want to. Why else would they jerk off side by side, so close to each other they were inches away from touching. What if he gave them a helping hand to move things to another level?
Van took each of their stroking hands off their dicks and moved them so that Pete's hand was wrapped around Matthew's dick and Matthew's around Pete's. He took a few photos and then climbed back under the bed. Could he really do this? He was probably ruining a friendship, all for a cheap sexual thrill. Speaking of which, he pulled his own dripping cock out the fly of his pants and then started recording a video on his phone as hit hit the button to start time.
At first, the two friends kept stroking, almost as if they were unaware of the sudden change in the size and shape of the cock they were holding. Pete finally looked down at his own crotch and at his buddies hand. Van expected the macho Pete to fly off the bed, but he didn't. Pete kept stroking his friend. Matthew, meanwhile, looked over at his friend in confusion, and then back and forth between their cocks.
"How-?" Matthew started to ask.
"Shut the fuck up." Pete growled. He began stroking his friend more intensely, causing Matthew to throw his head back against the wall.
"Oh, fuck, Pete. That's-"
"I said to shut the fuck up." Matthew didn't say another word, though his quiet moans and rapid breathing began to fill the room. Pete stroked his friend with a ferocity that made it clear that this was something he'd really wanted to do for a very long time. Van couldn't believe his luck.
The stroking was so intense that Matthew stopped stroking Pete and just lay back and whimpered, a macho football player brought to his knees, so to speak, by his buddy's hand. Suddenly, Matthew's cock exploded, shooting jizz into the air and all over Pete's hand, his hairy arm, and even hairier thigh.
"Fuuuck!" Matthew yelled.
"Fucker! Do you want people to hear you?" Pete grabbed his friend and pulled him over, Matthew's head falling into his lap. "Put this in your mouth to keep quiet."
Van's own cock was creating a puddle of pre cum on the floor under Matthew's bed as he watched Pete force his dick into his friend's mouth. Matthew made a few disgusted noises and tried to pull away, but Pete was having none of it.
"You know you want to suck it. You always have. You're as obvious about it as that queer down the hall, only he looks at everyone like they're what's for dinner and you only look at me that way."
Van felt jolts of both excitement and resentment rush through him. These two studs were getting it on and talking about him! But Pete had just called him a queer and implied that he eye fucked every guy around. He wasn't sure what to feel, but stopped worrying about it as he saw that Matthew had stopped fighting and had begun to suck Pete's dick with enthusiasm.
"That's it." Pete sighed. "Yeah!" Less than a minute later, Pete quietly growled as he pushed Matthew's head down and began to shoot his load in his roommate's mouth.
Van stopped time and the recording on his phone and then crawled out from under the bed, his dick aching. He took Pete's hands off of Matthew's head and pulled him off of Pete's dick, which was covered in cum that Matthew hadn't swallowed. Van groaned and wasted no time in licking up every last drop of Pete's tangy jizz. Finally!
Van sat back and surveyed the scene. With a grin, he stood up and started stroking his own cock, slapping it against Matthew's face and Pete's dick. It did not take long before he was shooting his load,carefully aimed to cover Pete's cock, just where the load Van swallowed had been. He moved Matthew mouth back over it and put Pete's hands back on his head. It gave Van a secret thrill of delight, knowing that he'd tasted Pete's load and that Matthew was going to taste his and neither of them would know it. What's more, the 'queer down the hall' now had a video of them that he knew he'd be stroking to for the rest of his life.
Van was exhausted. He looked around and used some dirty laundry of Pete's to clean up the puddle of pre cum he'd left as evidence by Matthew's bed. He went out, closing the door behind him, and headed back down to his own room. He was supposed to be at the library, at least based on what he'd told Carson, but he felt an overwhelming need for some sleep. Time could stay frozen for a few hours while he grabbed a nap.
Opening the door, Van once again stopped short and stared. Carson was sitting right where he'd left him, but now his pants were open and he was holding his massive cock at full mast in one hand, while with his other was taking a picture of it with his phone, no doubt to send to Abby/Addie.
"No. I need sleep." Van muttered, crawling into his bed and turning his back on Carson's frozen figure. "But go ahead and hang out until I'm all rested roomie."