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University crush

by Feasty


I suppose it was a chance meeting, but damn it was hot. In my 4th year at University, I would rise early, pack my things and jog the 4 miles to campus. It wasn’t really necessary because I had transport, but it was like I was making myself a deal – IF you jog the 4 miles, THEN you’ve got a decent excuse to shower on campus and see if you ‘bump’ into someone – or walk in on the rugby team changing – that sort of thing.

My university was huge. There were several buildings and places to shower ranged from a few, (doorless) cubicles in a remote part of one of the smaller buildings to ones with flimsy curtains (not my thing… but probably saw more cock there than other places) or large, open rooms with lots of nozzles (more my thing).

As I said, curtains are not really my thing, but they did face each other. By chance, if someone didn’t really close it properly, you could get a right eyeful of their junk while they washed. I was even so bold as to see that the guy was washing his hair with his eyes closed and darted out of my shower (opposite) to open his a little more so I could watch.

Today was a shit day. I was alone. I even thought that I should relocate to the another shower room, but it was a fair hike to get from this one to the other and I had my first day of 4th year to get to in about an hour.

That was the key – leaving enough time for not only showering, but also if there was a hook up. I left the curtain open a bit, just in case someone walked in but my heart was heavy with the thought that the first day was not going to be ‘one of those days’.

Anyway, had to shower as I was sweaty – didn’t want to stink on my first day back. Humming to myself, I kinda switched off to the idea of catching anyone else in the room and did my routine – shampoo, shave, wash, when I heard another shower head start a bit further down from me. I was startled in my daydreaming and dropped the shower gel bottle.

Strangely, it bounced out of my cubicle and into the walk way between the showers and cracked…. Poor shower gel. It was like in the murder mysteries where the body is found in an ever increasingly growing pool of blood, but the shower gel was blue, so it kinda looked funny.

‘Oh damnit’, I said and stepped out of the shower, bending down to pick up whatever was left in the bottle. Doing so, I saw a pair of feet to my right. Looking up, there was a handsome, blondie guy with freckly skin from the sun.

I pointed at the gooey mess on the floor and said, ‘just be careful, that’s slippery’, cradling the broken bottle of shower gel in my hands which was, let’s face it, dripping even more goo all over the floor.

‘Damnit’, I said again and naked, headed over to the bin and tossing it in before heading back. Blondie had grabbed some paper towel from beside the basins and scattered them over the blue (mini) lagoon.

‘Thanks’, I said as I gathered up the paper, mopping up as much as I could.

‘Sorry to disturb your shower’.

‘No problem’, blondie said and headed back to the running water. He stepped in and lost the towel (nice ass, I thought) and closed the curtain (damnit). But then opened it again and stuck out his head.

‘Do you need any more? I guess that was the last of yours… I’ve got some’ (Why I didn’t accept, I didn’t know. Maybe because of my own clumsiness?)

‘Nah, I was almost done anyway’. Cursing my own stupidity, I figured the morning shower was a bust and got dressed and headed to the first class of the year. Masses of 4th years congregated in the lecture theatre before being allocated a tutor and head to their first tutorial. Blah blah blah… and my name and number. Headed over to the right room and walked in.

Yup, you guessed it…. Blondie. Sitting there among a number of other students. Some of who I knew from last year, some new. HE was new. Sitting alone, he just looked down at his workbook until he glanced up and saw me.

A smile swept over his face and called out ‘hey shower man’. Others glanced over at me and went back to their conversations. The seat next to him was empty, so why not? It would be rude not to… I sat next to him and did what you do…

‘Hi, I’m Guy’, I said and extended a hand, ‘Promise I washed off the shower gel’, I said with a bit of a laugh’. ‘Jarrod’, blondie said with a nice, firm handshake. Well, that was it for the moment as the lecturer walked in and it was business as usual, like we’d never had a summer break.

As term wore on, we had a late heat wave and there was no aircon so it was short and t-shirts most of the time. Jarrod and I sat next to each other and became chatty, hung out a bit and relaxed more and more in each other’s company.

The study tables were in twos and there wasn’t a lot of leg room, so often we sat knee to knee. But this became more and more familiar and some days, I wondered if he was just moving around to get comfortable or if he was slowly rubbing his leg against mine. I decided that I was projecting and it was nothing.

It was finally the end of the first semester and Fall was settling in. We were lucky to have that final heatwave because the chill in the air arrived with a bang. I’d ridden that day and was wrangling with my bike lock when I felt a long shadow over me blocking the early setting sun. Blondie.

‘Jarrod?’ I asked as I put my hand out to shield my eyes from the sun.

‘Uh-huh’, he said.

‘What you up to?’ I shrugged.

‘Just heading home I guess’ ‘Wanna get baked?’ ‘Huh?’ (I’d never dabbled)

‘C’mon, come smoke some of this with me. I don’t want to be alone doing it – that’s no fun’

‘I.. I, um’ ‘Oh c’mon’, Jarrod said and grabbed my arm.

‘My folks are in New York till mid November, I have the whole fucking place to myself and its boring’ I weighed things up, heck – well, what was I going to do anyway. So I went. We got to his place and damn… he may not have shown it, but his family clearly had a dime or two.

I was scraping together a few pennies to make the rent when he lived quite comfortably by the looks of things. We went in and Jarrod threw his bag and jacket on the ground. I did the same and was about to take a step further when he grabbed my arm…

‘Shoes’ was all he said. I looked down at my own and realised that he meant ‘take em off’. OK, shoes at the door policy. I get it (well, not in my apartment – I couldn’t really care less). We went into the kitchen. Jarrod produced a small pouch and some rolling papers.

I watched him and his (almost) expert hands roll up – well, you know and lit the end. In a blue haze, I could make out his face but it smelt strong. Jarrod handed it to me and I took a puff, coughing all over the place.

Jarrod snorted and just said, ‘novice’ before taking another puff. I tried to compose myself and took another, shallower puff and this time managed to keep it in for a few seconds longer that before. It didn’t take long.

We were soon laughing and slapping each other’s shoulders and letting the effects wash over us. We headed out doors to a couple of wooden lounge seats with a thin mattress on each and mulled about the world and what we were doing.

We were really high and all of a sudden, everything was particularly amusing. We were both laughing and being silly when suddenly Jarrod stopped. ‘I know’, he said with controlled sincerity, ‘I want to take. A. shower’. He looked really pleased with himself and hugged his arms around his chest, savouring the thought.

‘Look, it’s getting chilly out here and we have a massive shower room – like the one I met you in (he said with a look)’ I shook my head, ‘you’re crazy man’, I said and he stood up. ‘No, you’ve gotto come’ I was holding the last remains of the rolled up paper. ‘Hmmmm, lemme finish this off first’ (and compose myself, I thought). Jarrod made a dash for the door and disappeared.

As to where, I had no idea and frankly, I was a bit um…. Compromised. I finished the ‘thing’ and stood up, a little wobbly on my feet and headed inside. I had no idea where Jarrod was but just followed the sound of running water. Steam was billowing out of a room – well, it was a room within a room and I stuck my head in.

It was a massive shower room with nozzles on each wall of the compass and a narrow parting in the corner to enter. Tiled from top to bottom, floor and ceiling, it was just one massive wet room. Jarrod appeared on the far side wearing a towel.

‘Well?’ He said as he stepped in the wet room – ‘towels are over there’, and pointed back from where I came. Fuck… well, I guess this is going to happen. I fumbled around with my clothes, wrapped a towel around me and wandered (stumbled a bit and thought better of it as this was not the time I wanted to embarrass myself) back into the wet room.

Not to be impermanent, Jarrod was butt naked facing the south wall so I took the north. I turned on the steamy jet and got myself wet. After a few short moments, I heard other nozzles start and looked around to see Jarrod turning on all four.

Completely naked, Jarrod stood in the middle of the four streams of water and raised his arms, laughing. ‘C’mon Guy, tilt the head up so they all meet in the middle’, so I did and turned to watch him spin and turn, the intersecting jets obscuring his lower half.

‘Guy, c’mon, you gotto try this’, Jarrod shouted over the sound of the four nozzles I made my way over and Jarrod moved at of the way and laughing like I child, I stepped into the water. It was awesome. The jets of water were app spraying my cock and things down there started to tingle.

What made things firm up quite quickly was Jarrod standing behind me. He edged in to the spray and his cock brushed me leg. I turned a little and he moved a bit closer, pressing his cock up against my ass.

He leant forward and just behind my ear asked ‘does this make it more fun?’ A shiver ran down my neck and spine from his whispered breath on my skin. All those months of wondering and wishing and now, I could feel Jarrod’s thickening manhood pressing up against my ass. The was now surrounding us both.

The steaming stream of warm water around us as Jarrod snaked his hand around my abs and slid it down to slowly stroke my awakening cock. He leant forward and kissed my neck in several places and I rocked my head back to give him the full range with a soft moan in his ear.

I reached back and grasped his cock and had a moment of hesitation because clearly, there was a long foreskin hanging down over the head. Deftly I slid the skin back and rubbed his growing head.

‘Mmmmm’, Jarrod whispered into my neck – ‘not many lads know how to deal with a bit of foreskin, looks like you’ve had some practice. Stroke my cock, Guy – give it a tug’. I needed no further encouragement. I turned and looked Jarrod directly in the eye and kissed him heartily.

We slid our tongues in and out of each others’ mouths and pressed our hard cocks against each other. I slowly slid to my knees and grasped his long, 7 inches at the base before plunging his hard monster into my mouth. Precum mixed with water slid across my tongue and grasping his girth, I pulled that skin back so the tip of my tongue could explore his piss slit.

Jarrod stood moaning as I sucked on his cock. Mine happily bounced up and down as I moved back and forth and needed some attention….. but who?


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University crush

I suppose it was a chance meeting, but damn it was hot. In my 4th year at University, I would rise early, pack my things and jog the 4 miles to campus. It wasn’t really necessary because I had transport, but it was like I was making myself a deal – IF you jog the 4 miles, THEN you’ve got a decent excuse to shower on campus and see if you ‘bump’ into someone – or walk in on the rugby team

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