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Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I hadn’t met Chris, or if we’d met later. Not in a pining way that makes me wish for different. Just in a simple way. Would I be as happy? I probably would have had a bit more of a ho phase, but I got a lot of that out in high college, and it wasn’t like we didn’t have some fun times getting a third.

We met our freshman year of school. We kept seeing each other in passing. He was beautiful, his dark red hair very attractive to me. He clearly lived somewhere in the building, or frequently visited someone who did, because we saw each other in the hallway at all times.

The frequency of our sightings progressed to nods of hello, eventually to greetings of “hey” and other short, monosyllabic acknowledgements. Our first actual conversation took place at the end of October. I walked into the dorm bathroom, headed for the shower. It was fairly early on a Saturday morning, which was when I tended to come to the usually empty showers to jerk off. On this morning though, he was in there. He had clearly just finished showering, the red hair that attracted me to him almost brown in its dampness. He only wore shorts, his pale chest exposed. He was incredibly lean and slightly muscular, a physique crafted from the years of swimming I would later learn about.

He turned at the sound of the door. “Oh, hi,” he said. “I’m Chris. Seems like I should introduce myself, since we seem to keep running into each other.”

“I’m Darren.”

“Nice to meet you,” he leaned back against the sink. “I’ve actually wanted to introduce myself for a while, but the opportunity never seemed to present itself.” He smiled, and I felt a flip in my stomach.

“Well I’m glad the opportunity finally came.” I shuffled into one of the showers and set my stuff down. “Are you on this floor?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m in 140. You?”

“162.”

“Nice, you’re on the side with the mountain view.”

“I’m sure the parking lot is just as nice,” I replied jokingly, my confident tone at complete contrast with the nerves in my stomach.

He grinned. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, sure,” I replied as he got his stuff and walked out the door.

Five minutes later I came very hard at the wondered of his chest pressed against my back.

The next Saturday I walked in to the bathroom around the same time. As I turned the corner into the showers I saw him in one of the stalls, stripping his shirt off. He smiled when he saw me. “Oh, hi. How’s it going?”

“Pretty good.” I set my stuff in the stall next to his. “You don’t mind if I use the next one do you? Some guys are weird about that.”

“No, no problem.”

“Cool,” I turned to put my soap and stuff on the little shelf and he continued.

“Hey do you want to head over to the Union and get some lunch together? My roommate is out of town and I’d like the company.”

“Sure,” I said, trying to not sound so excited. I turned back around and felt my eyes go wide. He was standing in the doorway of my stall, fully naked. A red bush of pubes sat on top of a gorgeous cock. It looked to be about five inches soft, but the head was a large mushroom shape.

“Hey, eyes up here,” he said and I looked up, terrified of what he was gonna say next, but he was smiling. “Sorry, I just like being naked… especially in front of other cute guys. Do you mind?”

“No… I umm… Not at all.”

“I didn’t think so,” he said and then pointedly shifted his gaze to my own crotch. Without noticing I was rock hard, my cock pulling the waistband of my shorts away from my stomach. I looked back over at him as his own cock began to grow.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?” he repeated.

“Sure,” I said after a moment, hardly believing this was actually happening.

He moved into the stall, slowly, closing the curtain behind him. He got close to me, our cocks almost touching. Slowly he reached up and felt my arms. I watched as his eyes darted up and down my body, his hands making their way to my collarbones, then turning so the back of his hands rubbed up and down my chest. Then he looked back up and looked into my eyes. Slowly he leaned forward.

When we kissed I actually felt my knees quake as an odd sensation shot up my spine. His knees did gave way and he fell into me. I grabbed him and held him as we broke aside. When I opened my eyes it was to discover his boring into mine, before he spoke. “Umm, wow… that was… unexpected.”

“Yeah, same.”

He regained his footing, but stayed in my arms, wrapping his own around me. “Can we do that again?” he asked.

“Yes please.”

We leaned back in and gently pressed our lips together. As we felt the odd frission shoot through us again it was like our bodies became magnetized and we wrapped ourselves against each other – somehow fitting perfectly together. The energy between us escalated quickly and within no time our hands were all over each other as we continued to kiss passionately. We managed to get my shorts off and toss them out of the stall. He reached back and turned on the water, pressing me against the wall as the cold spray began to cascade over us.

Our hard cocks rubbed together as we made out and the water warmed up. We moved around the stall in an odd slow dance, each of us soaking ourselves, our lips never leaving the others.

I moaned as I felt him reach down and take both of our cocks in his hand. He started stroking and I was so turned on that I knew I wouldn’t last long. “You’re going to get me close if you aren’t careful,” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I haven’t cum in a week.”

“Me either. I’m already close myself.”

Hearing that almost sent me over the edge. “Fuck.” I pulled him in, pressing our bodies close again. He kept stroking us somehow, and before I knew what was happening I was cumming.

My moans weren’t the only ones echoing in the bathroom. Chris had cum too. He kept stroking us, the cum lubing up our cocks, as both of us sank a bit, only held up by the other. He stopped and we kissed a little more before breaking aside. We looked at each other and smiled, then laughed a little.

‘Fuck that was hot,” I said, and then looked down to see the mess covering his hand and our crotches.

“It really was. We should definitely do that again. If you’d like I mean,” he said.

IN answer I reached over, grabbed my soap, and began to lather his chest before reaching down to grab his still semi hard cock as I kissed him again. “Anytime,” I said.

We washed each other off, occasionally kissing some more as we did so. Once we’d scrubbed ourselves clean I turned off the water and we grabbed our towels.

The bathroom was still empty somehow. “Still up for lunch?” he said as he dried off his chest.

“Sure,” I checked my phone, “though it isn’t even nine am yet.”

“Well, maybe we could just leisurely walk over there and hangout for a while.”

“I’d like that.”

He grinned. “Then we could come back over and hangout in my room if you want.” The grin got a little more devilish. “Like I said, my roommate is out of town right now.”

“You can stop trying to sell it,” I laughed, “I’ve bought in.”

“Cool.”

“I’ll drop this stuff off and change into actual clothes and meet you in the lobby?”

“Sounds good,” he grabbed my arm gently as I walked past him, turning me slightly to give me a quick kiss on the lips. “See you in a few minutes,” he grinned, and went to gather his things as I headed out the door.

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