When I was a freshman at IU, I lived on in a dorm that was mostly freshman. My roommate, Chad, is a nice guy. The first month or so of school we really got along great, but now he has a girlfriend who lives in an apartment off campus, so he rarely spends much time in our room.
Except for Chad, I really don't have any friends on the floor. Most of the guys are complete asses. They walk around the halls cursing and belching and for some reason don't seem to understand how to flush a toilet in the floor's communal bathroom. They're real jerks, but none of them has gone out of his way to hassle me.
I was in a deep sleep in the middle of the night, when someone knocked on the door. I thought it was Chad, so I shouted "Come in," from my bed. But the knocking continued, so in a pissed voice I yelled "Come in!" The door was unlocked, but no one came in. So groggily, I got up out of my bed and opened the door.
As the door swung open, I saw Anthony. Anthony lives across the hall. Rumor had it that he was a tough character. But he never tried anything with me. I didn't really know much about him, other than that I have never seen a day go by when he doesn't go into his room with a girl on his arm. Anthony had never really said anything to me, nodding to me as our paths crossed in the hallway, but nothing more.
"Oh. Hi," he said as if he hadn't noticed that I opened the door. "Is Chad here?"
"No. Sorry," I answered and took notice of his body. He was leaning against the doorframe with one arm. His other arm was at his side, the hand disappearing into the waist of his athletic shorts. I could tell that he had a hardon from the huge bulge in his crotch. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He was my type of guy; a real wise ass. He had six-pack abs and tapered waist. I assumed that he had just showered because I could see clearly a damp bush of underarm hair.
"You awake?" He asked, stirring me from my trance.
"Yeah, I am now! I was cramming for finals, and said what the shit I'll never get this and went to bed."
"Sorry to have waken you, but since you're up, want some company
I couldn't hide the smile on my face. "Sure." Before I could motion for him to enter my room, he walked past me and flopped himself down on my bed. I sat down on my chair, facing him. He was laying with his elbows propping him up on the bed. His legs hung over the edge, spread open in a V. He was still hard because there was this large mound in his crotch. Then he lay back with his hands behind his head, so both armpits were exposed this time. I just stared at him with a goofy grin on my face.
"Do me a favor, will ya?" He asked with a slight smile. "I wanna take my shoes off but I'm tired as hell." He stopped there, never actually getting to the question, but I knew what he wanted. I felt kinda silly doing it, but I knelt down and began to remove
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Posted: 2013/5/20 0:34 Updated: 2013/5/20 0:34
Musing on a story
I found this prose to be q1uite grotesque. I loved it.