toward my face with the power of my erection. I lowered the sweaty hand towel and wrapped it around my hard prick. With short, quick motions, I quickly set about jerking myself off while still fantasizing about Dean and absorbing his odors that were smeared about my face and neck.

It took no time at all before I was brimming with pleasure and ready to blow my load. My breathing stopped and I felt my whole pelvis burn from deep inside my ass all the way to the tip of my cock as I spasmed and sent high-arcing wads of come flying strait up in the air. Some of it landed on my shirt, but most fell back down into the hand towel or onto the floor below.

I was panting and weak in the knees at the exhilaration of this excellent jack off. I folded the hand towel over on itself, smearing my juices in with Dean’s sweat. Oh how I longed to exchange fluids with that boy for real…

Once my woody had subsided, I tucked my penis back in my shorts and left the locker room, tossing the towel into the hamper as I did so.

Since then, I’ve maintained my workout routine and I’ve lost nearly 10 more pounds. And while nothing has ever become of me and Dean, I have soiled more than a few of the University’s hand towels along the way!