I picked the morning paper off the hall desk as part of my daily ritual
and headed for the kitchen for a morning cup of coffee. Upon opening it
I was surprised by a photo of Trace Duncan. We had gone to college
together several years ago and I had the pleasure of having shared the
same dorm. His name was actually Tracey, but decided Trace sounded more
grown-up and more fitting for a political career.

I recall the first time I saw him wandering down the stairs of Bramley
Hall, I nearly dropped my books. His six-foot three inch frame was
topped off by shiny black hair and blue eyes that captured my soul from
the first time I stared deeply into them. He had a swimmer's build with
wide shoulders that tapered down to a 30 inch waist. I would watch his
firm ass, held taut by his CK briefs, as he headed down the hall to
the bath. He appeared to be totally unaware of the fact I was
mesmerized by his physique. Sometimes he would pause and say "good
morning" or "how's it going." Unfortunately I was barely able to answer
as my concentration was transfixed upon his body, mainly his crouch.
Finally, after observing his schedule closely, Occasionally I was
privileged to enter the shower at the same time. Nervously I would eye
him through side vision as he soaped between his thighs and tugged on
his long slender tool. He appeared to know I was watching and always
put on a show, running his massive hands across his chest and down his
taunt stomach. His shower scene always left me horny and in need of a
relief.

I must have beat off every day that semester, I had almost worn a hole in my Road Warrior Wacker thinking of Trace and how
good his body would feel next to mine and how I so desperately wanted
him to plunge his cock up my ass till I felt his wiry pubes. We spoke
casually and sometimes I played along with him as he bragged about all
the girls he had the previous night, but I never got up the nerve to
proposition him.

Second semester I got a job at a Convenient Mart and most of my time
was spent there, in class and in the library. Since we shared no
classes and he was not the studious type, Trace slowly slipped out of
my life for a while. The next time I saw him it was during a long
week-end when most everyone had gone home, but I had remained behind to
work. Trace showed up at the store to get some gas, before heading out.


"Hi ya Sean, so this is where you've been keeping yourself." Trace
smiled as I tried hard to not cream my jeans.

"Yeah, gotta make a few bucks" I replied, too nervous to speak
intelligently. Another customer asked me a question and when I turned
back around Trace was gone, all I could see were his taillights as his
Camaro pulled out of the lot.

The night passed slowly as the regulars came and went, but few students,
so there was really no one to talk to. I was happy when eleven o'clock
finally came and I headed back to the dorm, rest at last!

I made no attempt to keep the noise down as the heavy metal door slammed
shut, there was no one much to bother tonight anyway. I quickly
undressed, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the showers.
It would be nice to use all the hot water I wanted. I ran my hands
through my blond hair and across my pecs, lightly pinching my nipples.
I could feel a sudden stir in my cock as I aroused my sexual desires.
Trace's face came into view as I worked up a lather, massaging my balls
and cock, occasionally slipping a finger inside my virgin ass. All that has ever been up it was some purple jelly anal beads. I was
getting myself aroused and my cock had reached mammoth proportions when
I heard the door open. Someone began to piss; there was a flush, some
water ran and the door slammed shut again.

I looked down to realize my cock had deflated, I quickly rinsed off,
wrapped my towel around me and headed back toward my room to get some
sleep. I entered the room, dropping my towel, and reached for a pair of
shorts off the chest when I noticed someone in bed. My God, I'm in the
wrong room, and decided to bolt but bumped into the bed causing the
occupant to stir and look up.

"Sorry,...wrong room," I stammered, feeling more than a little
embarrassed. I knew I was tired, but I had wandered into the wrong
room, boy, I've got to start getting more sleep.

"Come here!" the voice called, "lets see whatcha got there."

With his words I realized once again I was stark naked an