In the Computer Lab Summer had just begun. I finished my last final that Friday, and now the weekend was spread out before me. I woke up late, because I could, and cleaned myself up a bit. The day was incredible: one of those perfect early summer New England days, late enough for the trees to be in bloom, but not yet hot enough for the sun to hold you captive in the pool. So sticking with the day's outdoor theme, I gathered a few friends, my nine iron and putter, and headed for the par three course just off campus. My game was a bit off, but we smoked a bit of herb, laughed our asses off and just enjoyed the weather… until it turned on us. The rain seemed to come out of nowhere, followed by thunder and an ample bit of lightning. We were driven back to our apartment by the sudden burst after playing only seven holes. Sitting around in our living room watching “Goodfellas” for the umpteenth time, I got a bit stir-crazy. The weather showed no signs of improving, and neither did the sullen attitudes of my roommates. I decided to go up to the computer lab to check my email, and fuck around on the Internet just to have something to do. So I grabbed my book bag and headed out into the downpour. I arrived at the Orwell Building a bit damper, but with higher spirits. Getting out had done a world of good to my disposition. I slid my ID through the electronic lock and headed to the third floor lab. To my surprise, the lab was completely empty. The twenty or so computers stared blankly at me as I chose my seat. "Hmmmmm," I thought, "This just changes my options a bit!" I chose a computer that faced away from the door, just in case someone did decide to use the lab. I figured that most of the people had gone home, and no one that was still in town would have any use for the school's computers. Summer session didn't begin for another two weeks. A wicked grin spread across my face. I logged on and immediately checked my email. Nothing exciting, just a forwarded sex quiz from a friend and a few end of the semester professor letters. It was time to have a little fun. I hopped on the Internet to check out one of my favorite gay porn links sites. A bunch of good ones were highlighted that week, enough to keep me occupied for the next hour or so. There were a bunch of hairy men sites, which is a personal favorite of mine: A hairy muscle guy with a black goatee sucking the sweet butt pucker of some lucky stud; the same goateed hunk getting his nips, pecs and chest worshipped; a smooth blond swimmer guy with his face pressed between the hairy globes of the muscle God's ass. You get the point. And of course, a few sexy pictures later and I was fully hard, my meat pressing against the thin cotton of my boxers, encased in the flimsy material of my black Umbro shorts. I was fucking horny. I figured I'd keep a few of the images imprinted in my mind as I headed for a bathroom stall to jerk off in. But I wanted to check out all of my linking options first. A bunch of hot military sites, a few sweaty cowboy sites, a muscle worship site… I think you're getting the idea of my turn-ons. Without my conscious knowledge, my left hand had wandered down to my insatiable pole and began slowly rubbing the Umbros overtop of the boxers, creating mind-blowing friction on my cock. The heat emanating from my prick was amazing. I just had to free it… but I wouldn't allow myself to get that crazy in a fucking public computer lab. Such a shame. I had to settle with the over the shorts rubbing. With my left hand so busy, my right hand kept itself occupied by navigating me around the gay porn sites of the web. More hot pics and a few strokes later I'd be ready for the bathroom. But wait! There at the bottom of the 'S' page lay a site that almost made me cream, just looking at the name! I clicked on the hyperlink labeled "Stud's Hairy Pits". I was led to a dreamy world of sweat-coated naked hunks with their arms raised, giving me a tasty view of the pit hair beneath. I could almost smell the musk in the room. From pictures of solo guys to duos to whole groups of guys in various stages of sex, armpits always included. Only a few actually had studs eating other stud's pits, but I was happy with just the view of that sexy arm-pectoral connection. Fuck morals: I had my seven incher pulled out of the leg of my shorts, smearing precum all over the head and shaft. I couldn't help it! I was so turned on by these muscle guys and their post-workout, sweat-sheened bodies. I guess I could shoot a load here if only… Then I heard it. In my mind it was completely slow motion. The mag-lock on the lab door slid home and someone pushed inward. I let go of my throbbing cock and returned both hands to the keyboard, pretending to type. Did he see me beating off? Who cares… if he decided to sit in the same row with me, he was going to spot my dick hanging out of my shorts! After a few tense moments, he chose a computer opposite mine, in full view of me, but blind to my computer screen and groin. Fuck! Well, there went my chance at public masturbation. I was disappointed, not to mention still ready to explode. Then I got the hope into my head that he'd leave soon. Maybe he just had to check mail or print something out. I continued to peruse the porn, searching for the perfect armpit man, my appetite having been awakened. Thirty or so minutes later I was still aching, the other guy was still there, and I ran out of sites to explore. I figured I had only one option: to look at some tame sites to calm my cock, and beat off when I got home. On the whole the experience sucked, but I did have a little fun. I looked at some Simpson's sites, read a few Phish fall tour set lists… After I began to grow soft and quite bored, I began to notice the man at the computer across the way looking in my direction every once and a while. The more I thought of it, he had been doing it the whole time. Well then, I was going to have a look at him too. "Shit," I thought, "He’s cute. I don't know how I missed that before… Well maybe it was because I was about to be caught for indecent exposure!" He had short dark spiky/messy hair, light brown eyes, and mocha colored skin as if he was Hispanic in origin. He had on a T-shirt emblazoned with the Greek letters Phi Kappa Psi, declaring his Greek status and therefore his preppy appearance. The shirtsleeves were extremely tight around his biceps, and short enough to give me a view of a muscle tattoo around his arm. It seemed to be barbed wire encircling his ample bulge. His jaw line was my favorite part of him: chiseled, and just lightly covered with an even day’s worth of stubble growth. He was sublime eye candy. Switching onto a NBA finals news site, I noticed my companion’s eyes flick to some point over my right shoulder, and then return to his screen. Planning to leave in the next few moments, I noticed his eyes return to the same spot behind me, and it seemed to coincide with every time that I changed sites. Whatever. It was time to leave. I cued up my friend’s sex quiz email and clicked on the little printer icon in the upper left-hand corner of the screen. While it printed, I decided to take one last look at my favorite jpeg of the day to carry home with me in my cranium. Back to the Stud Pit site, I easily found the hottest pic to me: A ripped muscle man on his back upon a free weight bench, hands neatly folded behind his head, black hairy armpit being devoured by a tanned hunk, a look of stoned elation on his visage. What a delicious sight. Before my erection could get the best of me, I stood to retrieve my printed letter. I decided to pass behind the cute guy's computer en route to the printer to see what he was looking at. He had nothing but a site about Playstation games on screen. Oh well. I grabbed the paper and prepared to leave when on the way back to log off, I noticed what the guy had been looking at over my shoulder. My computer screen was reflected perfectly in the darkening window behind my computer. He had a 100% complete view of my screen the entire time! And right now there was the picture of perfection, hunks and armpits, reflected back for the both of us to see. I froze, but I had to get out of there. I was embarrassed beyond belief and I was sure that the crimson was creeping into my cheeks unabashed. I slowly began to take my first step to freedom when the cutie turned to me with a shit-eating grin on his face. "I… the, um… I was just… My, uh…" I continued in that vein looking like a complete fool. "Hey, don't worry about it. I was just looking because I wanted to checkout some of the sites that you were. They looked pretty hot." His cool brown eyes melted my anxiety and I collected myself. "So, did you find anything good?" I asked. He answered with a soft chuckle. "Nothing as good as what I saw over there," he said and pointed to the reflecting window. "Oh, well, I get to all of those sites from a links site. Here’s the address…" and as I leaned over to type it for him he grabbed my wrist. "Not the site in the window," he whispered in my ear, "the sight in the chair." I turned to face him. I remember distinctly thinking, "Jesus Christ, this kind of shit only happens in porn and dreams. This has to be a set up or something." I couldn't help but express my thoughts. "You've got to be kidding," I said aloud. He shut me up with a hard kiss. I let myself enjoy it for a moment before pulling away. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Well, I can be pretty sure of two things. One, you're gay and two you're horny. So am I! Let's get each other off!" He did make an amazing case. "How do you know that I'm even attracted to you?" I tried to sound convincing, but I'm pretty sure that it fell flat. "Who cares!" he answered. "Let's make it a fantasy, fucking in the computer lab, right? And, by the way, I think that you're as attracted to me as I am to you." "There's no fucking way," I thought. I replied, "Okay, stud, what if someone walks in on us?" "That didn't seem to bother you when you were jerking off earlier." So he had caught me. Oh well, what the fuck. He was hot, I was horny, and chances were that no one would come to the computer lab anyway. I ignored the fact that I had believed that before too. He gave me one hell of a sexy half-smile with the corner of his cute lips and I was his. I motioned him over to my computer. I got on the floor under the table and waited for him. I saw his legs approach, tan and lightly covered with dark brown hairs, his feet clad in Birkenstocks, allowing me full view of his brown, and lightly hairy, manly feet. Next I saw the red shirt he had been wearing fall to the floor in a pool, followed by a tight (not to mention slightly wet in certain places) undershirt. He kneeled down and joined me under the table. After some serious kissing and tonguing, I laid him on his back to explore and enjoy his hot body. His chest was solid with a patch of wiry brown hairs between the pecs. The trail ran down between the rock hard abs of his stomach and disappeared under the waistband of his shorts. I began with his nipples. Circled in hair, I mouthed them, biting lightly, forcing guttural moans from my new man. His hips writhed beneath me as I began to nip harder and the stiffening buds. Then, assuming he knew what I wanted, he lifted his arms behind his head, giving me full access to the hairy crevasses below. He gave me another suave half-grin that I had to return this time. After another mouth tonguing, I had to dive in. His pits smelled a bit like soap, but not unlike a man, as if he had recently showered, but had jogged to the lab without deodorant. I lapped at his right pit without abandon, enjoying his hard tattooed bicep. I was going to town, pulling at the hairs with my lips, sucking and getting him sloppy wet. I was so into what I was doing that I didn't even notice that he had lowered his left arm and was stroking on his cock relentlessly. I looked up at his face and his only response was to glare down at me angrily and grunt, "Jesus, don't fucking stop now!" Well, what could I do? I dove back in with more ardor than ever, slobbering and sucking. His head slid back and his stroking slowed 'till a faint grunt escaped his lips. Then I felt one, two, three streams of cum splash off the back of my head. His body pulsed and contracted before me. The muscles of his chest and arms stiffened and held for seconds… then his entire frame relaxed. I sat up, still concealed under the table, with cum dripping out of my hair and onto my cheek. I was just admiring my handiwork. His countenance one of bliss and contentment, eyes closed, lips slightly open releasing heavy breaths. I was hotter than I'd ever been in my life. It was my turn. Almost not wanting to bother him, I whispered in his ear two simple words, and he complied. He turned to lie on his stomach, giving me a fantastic sight of his creamy ass. I didn't know when he had time to get completely naked, but I assume that it was during my trip through his pit. His softening prick lay between his slightly parted thighs just begging me to tongue him. I spread his cheeks to get a complete view. His tight pink rosebud was embedded in a forest of brown hairs that ended with his crack. His orbs were smooth and white, tan line labeling him a Speedo wearer. I began to wet that hole, probing slightly with my rigid tongue. He moaned with each stab. I ravaged his pucker, waiting for the right moment to strike. With my tongue still firmly planted in his hole, I managed to work my shorts down just enough to let my cock out. It was time. I kissed my way up his vast muscular back to his earlobe. I gently nibbled away, meanwhile aiming the head of my pre-lubed cock at his asshole. I pushed my way inside, biting slightly harder on his ear. I instantly slid full hilt into his ass. He let out a long sigh and a hungry moan. I began to ride. His velvety ass felt so nice wrapped around my stiff meat. Riding him bareback was the key. I felt every crevasse in his sex chute. I couldn't hold back my animalistic grunts and groans. But he began to verbalize. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Harder. Harder. Oh God, baby! You're so fucking hot! Slam my ass!" What began as a whisper grew into a complete yell. "Oh God! Nail… my… ass… you… hot… stud… uh… uh…" I forced his words out thrust by thrust. I was beyond the point of no return. With a grunt of Olympic proportions, I released shot after shot of steamy man juice deep in his ass. Continuing to pump with my orgasm, I swear that I came more than I ever have in my life. My cock was covered in cum, rivers flowing out of his ass with each of my strokes. It was amazing. Seconds later, I was out of his ass and back into my shorts. I sat down to log off the computer and get the fuck away from the scene of the crime. Packing up my bag, I looked down to see him sexily slide his red frat shirt back on, with ample armpit sights. I gave him one of his corner-of-the-mouth half-smiles and he returned it, standing up to collect himself. Then, without a word, he walked over, turned off the computer and left the room. In the end, I was left alone with my thoughts, and his aromatic and delightfully used undershirt. By Jason GreatJason21@aol.com
