By Bacteriaburger
Chapter
1
I
remember the apartment, as dirty as it was.
It was actually a house, in a row of houses, in a section of the city
that could only be described as the college ghetto. We had a filthy couch and other disused
furniture clogging up the porch. The
screen door was broken, so somebody had torn it off and set it next to the
door. The mailbox swung from a rusty
nail.
Inside, it had the distinct smell of
cigarettes and fried food. The cigarette
smell was from all of us, but the fried food smell was a symptom of Darrin’s
eating habits. He didn’t eat vegetables,
and he didn’t know how to cook, so when he ran out of money for take out, he
just threw shit into a deep fryer, until the whole place would fill with smoke,
and you felt like you were breathing grease.
Yeah, the place was definitely
lacking in some areas—the walls had their share of holes, punched in during
various drunken rages, and the carpet was a cesspool of cigarette remains and
God knows what else; but the place had character. It wasn’t our first college apartment, but it
felt like the first semi-functional and comfortable household we’d been in
since we’d came to
As for what happened there...well,
let’s just say that the reason the place holds such an exalted place in my mind
is largely due to what went on there among me and my friends. In a lot of ways,
I had lived in the dorm my first
year of college, with Darrin. I guess we
fancied ourselves outcasts in our little suburban hellhole of a hometown we
grew up in, which really didn't change that much after we got to college.
To
say our room was small would be to understate the situation. We had to walk over each other to move around. Life in the dorms was so bizarre—like some
weird youth experiment, an extension of the animal experimentation going on in
other parts of the University. Everyone
crammed into these little rooms, in these huge buildings—maximizing your social
interaction, but minimizing your privacy.
It was by virtue of the dorm
experience that we met Randy. Darrin and
I had been smoking on the huge patio underneath the dorm towers, when this
brash guy came up to us and asked for a cigarette. He was a character. He talked a lot. But I warmed up to him, and so did Darrin,
and before you knew it we had a new friend.
Randy lived in the dorms, too, and
he hated his roommate.
“Computer nerd,” he said. “He just sits around all day in front of the
computer, waiting for me to leave so he can beat off.” It started out that Randy would just crash on
the floor after we’d been drinking. Then
he brought a sleeping bag and pillow, then he just
moved in.
That first year was a mess of trying
to navigate both school and a whole new social order. With Randy around, things started to make
sense. Not only did we have a crew, but
Randy was a motivator—he made us get out and do things. We started following the flow of people
streaming out of the dorms and looking for parties in the south end of
town. We’d follow the party trains from
the dorms and into the streets of our college town, looking for parties. Randy was a treasure in times like that—he
was crafty and he was charming. We’d
usually end up getting in and drinking all night without ever paying $3 for a
cup.
Darrin was just as indispensable—the
monthly allowance his parents gave him meant that we could afford essential
things like weed and the occasional drug trip.
Where we didn’t get along fine was
meeting other people. Randy was pretty
vocal about wanting to get laid, and I was definitely up for meeting other
people, but in all honesty we were pretty clueless.
Darrin, a cute, innocent little Italian
skater boy, would have girls just come up to him. He was so shy and awkward, though, and he
didn’t know how to handle it. Girls
would get bored, or weirded out, and leave. It would drive Randy crazy, but he was just
as bad as talking to girls as Darrin, albeit in a different way. Randy would go up to a girl and talk to her,
but his play was pretty raw. He didn’t
seem to know the difference between flirting and aggravating, and he usually
just ended up pissing them off.
One night, I guess we were all pretty
frustrated, because as the party was breaking up Randy shouted
“Any girls want to come home with
me? I eat pussy.” We got a bunch of stares--some pitying, some
hostile, so I figured that meant it was time to go home. We headed back to the dorms, drunk and
frustrated.
Darrin and I crawled into bed, while
Randy crashed out in his spot on the floor.
We turned out the lights and Randy started talking about the different
girls at the party, entertaining various fantasies that would never happen.
“What about that dark-haired skinny chick
with all the piercings on her face?” Randy said. “I’d let her give me a rim job.” Darrin and I had a laugh over that.
“Yeah right dude, she wouldn’t go near
your nasty ass,” I said.
“My ass isn’t nasty. It’s cleaner than yours, anyway.” Randy said.
“What, have you been sniffing my
underwear again?” I said.
“Fuck you,” Randy said. There was a moment where nobody said
anything, then Randy spoke up again.
“I’d definitely let her give me a hand
job.”
“Yeah, I’d let her give me a hand job,”
Darrin concurred.
“Me too,” I said. There was a long silence, the dorm was
unusually quiet. I started getting hard,
and I don’t know how I could explain this to you, but I sensed that Randy and
Darrin were, too. There was just a
sexual energy in the room. I laid there, sleep not even an option, staring into the darkness
above my bed. The tension seemed to grow
with each breath.
“I am fucking horny,” Randy finally
proclaimed.
“Yeah,” Darrin and I said at the same
time.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I need
to beat off,” said Randy. I waited for
Darrin to say something, but he didn’t.
“Go ahead,” I said, “I don’t give a
shit.” It was an offhand thing to say, I
really didn’t expect him to do it. So I
was a little shocked when I heard him sliding off his shorts.
“I’ll try not shoot
any cum on your beautiful carpet,” he said.
I could make out Randy’s form pretty well from the lights outside the
window. His erection, which I’d spotted
tenting out his boxers before but had never actually seen, was laying against his belly.
It looked thin and lean, and about at throbbingly
hard as mine felt. He licked the palm of
his hand, wrapped it around his cock, and started stroking.
As I watched him beat off, my initial
feeling of shock faded, becoming something like jealousy. I desperately wanted to get off too, but
something about just doing it in the room with them made me nervous. How could Randy just do it so
nonchalantly? It actually started to
piss me off, and I was going to say something when Darrin spoke up.
“Are you really jerkin off?” Darrin
said. I guessed he couldn’t see. Randy didn’t respond, just kept pounding away
at his prick.
“Dude,” I said to Randy, “what the fuck
are you doing?”
“I’m beating off,” Randy said, sounding
surprised. “You said I could.”
“Fuck, I didn’t think you’d actually do
it.”
“Well, what the fuck’s the big deal? You wanna jerk off
too, don’t you? Just do it. I won’t look, if that’s what you’re worried
about,” he said, then he turned his attention back to
his cock.
“Shit,” Darrin said above me. Then he laughed. “Might as well,” he said, and I could hear
him sliding off his pants. For a minute
I thought everyone around me had gone crazy.
But the more I laid there and listened to them; Randy’s labored breath
as he pumped away, Darrin’s little sighs as he stroked his own; the less I
tried to fight it. I wasn’t about to
lay there and let them get off while I was just as hard-up as they were.
I slid out from under my sheets and
peeled off my underwear. My cock was
hard as a rock, and the moment I let it loose I knew I’d done the right thing. With one hand I cupped my balls, and with the
other I took hold of my hot bone, rubbing the pre-cum around to get it nice and
slick.
I glanced over at Randy and noticed that
he had slowed down, and was working his prick in long, slow strokes. Contrary to his earlier comment, he was
looking right at me; our eyes met and then he looked straight at my prick. I knew he was kind of curious about my cock,
just like I’d been kind of curious about his, so I held it up for him to
see. My cock’s pretty big. I could tell it was bigger than Randy’s.
We both went back to stroking our dicks,
but now and again I’d catch little glances of Randy jerking off. He would start with slow, easy strokes, then get himself really worked off to where he was raising
his ass off the floor and pounding on it.
Then he’d relax to catch his breath and slow down again.
I’d been close since the moment I’d
wrapped my fingers around my prick, but I decided to take it slow just to make
it last. The mattress above me shifted a
little, and I could hear Darrin’s moans start to increase, so I figured he was
getting close. Finally, with a great “Uuuuugggghhhh” followed by “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Darrin came.
Randy shot next, raising his ass as far
as he could off the floor and pointing his cock straight at his face. His first shot reached almost up to his neck,
the majority of it landing on his chest.
To my amazement, he started rubbing his load into his skin with the palm
of his hand, shooting even more on his stomach.
He ran his hand down and slathered his cum all over his chest and
nipples, tweaking them as he came down, shakingly,
from his orgasm.
That about did it for me, and I cupped my
balls tightly as the load pumped out of my cock, shooting thick streams of
steaming cum across my chest and stomach.
I felt so turned on I decided to do what Randy did, and I rubbed the cum all over my hairless chest and nipples. Randy, like he was waiting for me to finish,
turned around and tucked his head in the pillow. Pretty soon I could hear Darrin snoring above
me. I was still wide awake, so I decided
to head down to the showers and clean myself up.
I felt a little discombobulated by what
had happened. But thinking about the
situation we were in, all cramped in that tiny dorm like caged apes, it seemed
even more retarded that we’d spent all that time avoiding the one thing all
guys loved to do. It wasn’t like a
secret that all of us enjoyed jerking off.
I realized how sexually frustrated I’d
been, stealing wanks here and there in the bathroom
stalls. The idea that we could jerk off
around each other and not have hang-ups about it was like a revelation. In my heart I hoped that this wasn’t going to
be just a drunken thing that we’d never talk about again.
The truth was it had actually been kind
of thrilling.
I chalked that up to the novelty of the
situation, and tried to fall asleep.
The alarm went off at
“Shit,” I heard Darrin say, and I looked
over at him. He was facing the wall,
looking down at his body.
“What?” I asked, and Darrin turned
around. He had a slim, hairy body. His thick cock hung heavily from a thatch of
black hair. My eyes widened at the size
of it--he’d told me it was big, but I’d always just assumed it was as big as
mine. It seemed like I’d miscalculated,
and he had a big Italian whopper of a cock.
In one hand he held a pair of underwear, and with the other he was
picking at the dried come stuck in the hairs of his stomach. I looked over at
Randy and noticed he was checking Darrin out, too.
“Fucking dried cum all caked up in my
hair and shit,” Darrin said. Randy
laughed and sat up.
“Why didn’t you wipe yourself off last
night?” I asked. Darrin shrugged and
started putting on his boxer shorts.
“I was tired and I didn’t have anything
to use.”
“I took a shower,” I said.
“Seriously?”
Darrin said, pulling on the same pair of jeans he’d
worn yesterday. “Shit, I must’ve passed
out right after I came.”
“Me too,” Randy said. “Fuck my head hurts,” he added, standing
up. He was naked, too. Randy had a little hair on his thick chest,
but I couldn’t see any dried cum in it.
I guess it was because he’d rubbed it all into his skin. I felt weird about watching him do that, so I
decided not to mention it.
Randy stood there for a minute in front
of the window, stretching his arms above his head. I checked him out. It was unusual for us to be so naked around
each other. Of course, nudity was pretty
inevitable in the dorms, and we’d gotten dressed in front of each other
numerous times. But I would always turn
my head, or we’d try to hide it, doing it quickly while turned toward the wall.
“Did you wanna
go to the library and do that thing for Psychology?” he said to Darrin, running
his hand through his hair. He didn’t
seem the least bit uncomfortable being naked in front of us, like he was giving
us ample time to check him out.
“Yeah, that’s cool,” Darrin said,
glancing down at Randy’s modest piece.
I figured it was my turn, so I stood up
and stretched my arms over my head. I’m
not ashamed of my body at all—I’ve got a nice muscular build, and my cock hangs
pretty good when it’s flaccid.
“What are you up to today, Nate?” Randy asked, looking me over.
“I don’t have shit to do except start
that existentialism paper,” I said.
“Fuck you dude, I hate having a class on
Saturday,” Darrin said, glancing at me.
It was kind of funny, the way we were checking each other out so
casually. Randy had a hand under his
nuts, scratching himself. “I gotta go take a piss,” Darrin said, leaving the room.
Randy looked over at me and smirked.
“Who knew Darrin was carryin’
a piece like that?” he said. I laughed.
“No shit, dude,” I said, grabbing my
pants off the floor. I sat down to put
them on. Randy was staring absently
toward me. He still had a hand under his
balls, absently massaging the spot underneath.
If I wasn’t mistaken, his cock seemed to have fattened a little.
“Fuck man, I’m still horny,” he said,
looking at me. I didn’t say anything,
and he turned away and started getting dressed.
“You can jack off all day if you want to, you lucky fucker,” he said.
“Yeah...” I said. I wanted to talk to Randy about everything
that had happened, but I didn’t know how to approach it and I didn’t want to
risk sounding stupid. Just then, Darrin
came back into the room.
“Are you gonna
pick up that sack from McConnell?” Randy
asked me.
“Yeah, I’ll bike over there in a couple
hours,” I said. We agreed to meet up
after that, and they started out the door.
“See ya,” I
said.
“See ya,”
Darrin said, stepping out of the door.
Randy turned to me and put his fist in front of his crotch, making a
jerking motion.
“Happy cycling,” he said, and shut the
door.