Getting Oriented

Published on Jun 25, 2005

Gay

Getting Oriented Getting Oriented
by Ashley Hardric ©2005
ahardric@gmail.com

Disclaimers: 
This is a work of fiction.  That means it is not true.  Didn’t happen.  It’s a figment. No boys were involved or harmed in the writing of this story and no trees were sacrificed.  The author does not condone sex with or between boys; he just writes fantasies about it.  Further, sex in reality requires caution and protection, but my characters won’t catch any bad bugs unless I write them in.  Be safe and legal in the real world, and enjoy the story only if you are of age and location to do so legally.

    **This story is the property of the author and may not be reproduced elsewhere (i.e. other than Nifty Archive)  without his permission.**

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“Yes, Mom, I’ll behave.”

“And don’t stay up too late.  You need to be well rested for the placement tests in the morning.”

“I’ll be in bed by 11.”

“And make sure you get up in time to eat breakfast.”

“I will, Mom.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to make your bed?”

“My sleeping bag will be fine, Mom.”

“You have your cell phone, right?”

“Right here, Mom.”

“You’ll call if you need anything?”

“Yeah, Mom, if I need anything.”

“Your father and I will be at the motel if you need us.”

“I know.”

From my mom’s fussing, you’d think I was leaving for China or something, not going to my college orientation weekend!  Finally my parents left, and I was on my own.  Finally!

I was just checking out my dorm room when, from the hall, I heard what sounded like a replay of my mom and me moments before.  Then my roommate for the next two days came in, also sans parents.  

“Geez!  I thought they’d never leave!” he said.

“Tell me about it,” I said.  “I just got rid of mine a minute ago.”

The room was warm--hot actually--and he immediately took off his shirt.  Ordinary arms, ordinary chest, skinny waist, no upper body hair to speak of, some leg hair.  Just like me, actually.  Ordinary (well, some would say skinny), and hot.  In more ways than one.  I shed my own shirt, and then we just stood for a few seconds, checking each other out and sprouting wood under our shorts which hung half way down our butts.  And we both knew the other knew.

We touched each others’ hips at the same time and held still a moment.  Then we tugged the shorts and boxers down.  They were loose enough we did not even bother unzipping; once past the ass, they fell to the floor.  We stood a few moments more, face to face, hardon to hardon.  And then we were all over each other, touching, kissing, licking, rubbing, wrestling.  We ended up on the bed locked in a mind-bending kiss, and then moved into a 69.  I sucked his head a bit and then took him into my mouth as far as I could, as I felt him doing the same thing to mine.  It barely took seconds of two mouths on two cocks before we both erupted, shooting our cum into our mouths.  His felt like a hot water cannon blasting into my mouth, and mine felt like heaven.

“Dude, that was so hot,” he said to me when he recovered a bit.

“You can say that again,” I said.

“Dude, that was so hot,” he said again, and we both cracked up.

We twisted around so we were face to face again.  He had a glob of cum on his chin and I wiped it off.  He licked it from my finger and then I left my hand on his cheek.  It was smooth and soft; he had nearly no beard, again like me.  His hair was blonde and curly, though, and mine was brown and straight.  I moved my hand down to his chest and explored there for awhile, and then went down his stomach to his crotch.  I felt a patch of soft hair and then I found his cock. still wet from my mouth, and starting to get hard again.

Soon enough it was, and so was I, since he was doing to me what I was doing to him.  I rolled over top of him and pushed my hips down against his.  He rose against me and we fucked against each other, pushing our sweaty bodies together, seeming to meld into one, rubbing, pushing, holding, and then cumming, squirting our semen between us.  And then spent, we lay quietly, with me still on top, and we kissed again.  Gently this time, without the heat of passion.  And very nice.

We lay for some time that way, and then realized that we should clean up.  I got off him and we both got off the bed,   We grabbed towels and headed down the hall to the showers, stark naked, dripping cum, arms around each other.  By the time we reached the showers we were both hard again.

Someone was already in the shower and it was quite steamy.   We turned on another tap and got under the hot spray.  The boy who was already there had his back to us, but seemed to be jerking off, judging from hip thrusts and arm motions.  He was rather small, and looked like he was maybe 14 or 15.  He turned to look at us, and seeing our hardons, turned to face us, still jacking his very erect and very large cock.  He may have been small in stature, but his cock compensated for the rest of him!  Geez, the thing looked almost a foot long and stuck up nearly to his chest.

My roommate said, “Dude, let us help you with that.”  He added one hand to the lengthy shaft, and so did I.  The boy reached for our cocks as well, and we commenced a 3-way circle jerk, each of us jerking the other two.  Six hands on three teenage cocks plus hot water and soap added up to a pretty quick climax, even in spite of our recent activities.  The smaller boy shot first, sending a long rope of cum upward and then several shorter spurts, and then my roommate and I did likewise, and then the three of us locked up in a three-way hug while we got our breathing more or less under control.

As we took the showers we had come for, we got around to exchanging names and stuff.  The little guy was Rodney.

“I go by Rod most of the time,” he said, “or HotRod with my friends.  I guess you can see why.”

“I bet you take a lot of abuse with your name,” I said.

“Yeah, but it’s only my friends who really know.  Everyone else thinks it’s because I’m into cars.”

“I’m Ashley,” I said, “But everyone calls me Ash.  And my roommate is...?”

“Peter,” he finished.  “But everyone calls me Peter.”

We cracked up, and finished our showers.  We went back to our rooms to get dressed.  It was time for dinner, and despite already having had dessert, we were all hungry.

“Man!  If college is even half this cool, I can’t wait!” Rod remarked as we headed over to the dining commons in the next building.

“Yeah!  We’ve been here like an hour and cum three times.  Well, Ash and I have.  I think we’re telepathic or something, because as soon as we saw each other, we both popped boners and sucked each other off in like five minutes.  What about you?”

“Just once with you guys.  My roommate isn’t here yet, and I don’t know anything about him.”

“Well, if he’s not cool, you can hang with us,” I said.  “Not that you’d need any help in the hanging department!”

“Actually, I’m thinking that you two might hang ON me!” Rod said.  And then we were at the dining hall door, so we stopped talking about sex.  But not thinking about it.  All through dinner my cock was hard and leaking pre-cum while I thought about what we would do the rest of the night. And wondering where we could buy some condoms.

It was so cool to be at college without Mom watching my every move.

Thend.

Next: Chapter 2


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