I lay in bed a bit longer, my cock temporarily sated, as I fully enjoyed the buzz of my after blow glow. As time went on, and afternoon quickly turned to early evening, I realized I had to get up and shower before my suite mate, Joey, came back from his last class. Peeling myself from bed, small remnants of dried cum that I hadn't scooped up as a snack, spotted up and down my naked torso. I took a quick whiff of myself and the room.
Ewe!
Deciding that it smelled worse than a French whore after a long night's work, I quickly sprayed some Fabreze and hit the shower. Whilst soaping up, I really started to question myself. Is this really happening/where are these feelings coming from/do I really want to have sex with another guy/if he blows me, will I reciprocate... This, of course, brought on thoughts of Mark naked with me in the shower; which immediately led to me throwing some wood, which answered all my questions - YES, YES, YES..God forbid, but YES!
I quickly had myself again; fuck but was I ever horned up, cleaned myself one last time and jumped out to get dressed for some eats.
Wrapped in a towel, I entered my suite, and Joey was already back, resting on his bed as he read a book. He looks up and gives me a funny grin.
I raise my shoulders in a gesture of "What?"
Dude, you REALLY need to get laid...
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