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Saturday, February 1
5:37 PM CST
First Choice Hotel, Champaign, IL
Drew Weeks
Surprised was what I felt when I opened my hotel room door after Ubering back alone from the Champaign University Sports Arena this afternoon. The wromocode was working here and there ever since gaycollegewrestler got it going. Unfortunately, it wasn’t working every time, though.
It probably won’t work every meet.
That’s what I thought when I opened my hotel room door. That I was going to have to find a free moment from this trip’s hotel mate, Jeff McCarty. I was hoping he had went to another teammate’s room to hang out, or play video games or went down to the hot tub. Or where ever. I needed alone time to jack off to the idea of, this time, being pinned by today’s fucking hot one hundred seventy-four pound opponent from Champaign. I wanted to be naked with him as his big hard as a rock cock thrusted in and out of my hungry ass.
I mean, I would have quickly jacked off as soon as I set my bags down in my shared hotel room. No letting it last for thirty to thirty-three minutes after today’s match. No siree.
Before I set my bags down, that’s when I got my surprise.
A good one.
Shocking.
But good.
Smile-on-my-face good.
Jeff was laying there on the bed closest to the west-facing window.
Naked.
And asleep while the light from the setting sun washed over his hairless pecs. The sunlight also highlighted his hairless abs, very hairy legs crossed at the ankles, his size-eight feet with hairy toes. Most importantly, it highlighted the same cock and balls I’d seen in the shower at least a hundred times in the past two and a half years resting on his very lucky inner thighs.
I stood there dumbfounded for too long of a moment surprised, and thankful, that the slamming of our front door hadn’t woken him. I stood there frozen in place not being able to take my eyes off the prize. I mean, his package. I stood there not wanting Escort bayan to move a muscle so I could look as long as the extremely generous gods above would allow.
This wasn’t helping curb my need to spill some seed, mind you. It was only making it worse. I mean, better. Or worse. No. Definitely better.
And then it occurred to me that I really shouldn’t rock the apple cart with a teammate and our team that I still had at least another year and a half with. If I never won the lottery because I had this once-in-a-lifetime chance, then that would just have to be the way it is given how hot Jeff McCarty was.
I should move on.
Make a noise.
Clear my throat.
Shut the bathroom door.
Turn on the faucet.
Turn on the TV.
Open and let the front door slam again.
Something.
Anything.
But I couldn’t take my eyes off of the present that lay before me.
Next thing I knew, my duffle bag hit the floor, which surprised me so much so that I jumped. When I looked back up at Jeff, his eyes were open. “Hey,” he said as he raised his arms to stretch. My eyes went straight to his obliques and his ribs and those deliciously tantalizing dark hairy armpits above as he yawned.
“Did you Uber back?” He raised himself up onto his elbows without making any move to cover his bountiful package.
“Yeah,” I replied. I did my best to meet his eyes. Oh my god was it challenging.
I tried not to think about the thousands of times since middle school that I would fantasize about walking into one of my shared hotel rooms to find one of my teammates waiting for me like this.
“Didn’t find anything you wanted at the concession stand then?”
“No,” I replied. “I decided that I probably couldn’t afford the calories.”
He looked at me for a moment and then got up to approach me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but stepped closer to my suitcase to let him by. I, of course, took in as much as Bayan escort I could of his perfect concave cheeks and his muscular backside when he continued onto the bathroom.
He stood there motionless for a moment and looked at himself in the mirror. “How many times have we roomed together since our freshman year?” he asked without turning around to face me.
I could swear he clenched his cheeks even further when I looked at him about to answer. When I felt the urge of resisting to start tenting it was already too late, I feared. Now he was forcing me to concentrate on formulating a response while I was still completely distracted by his nakedness.
And he was a one hundred twenty-five pounder, too. One of my favorite weight classes. How many times had I dreamed about having one jump in my arms and wrap their legs around me? I’d lift him up just enough to let my cock get into position before I lower him onto my pole as it slid right into place.
He turned his head and torso back to look at me. I was stunned, of course. And he caught me looking at that fine ass of his.
“How many times has it been then? Have you been counting?”
“Ten?” I replied. “Eleven? Too many to count, really.”
“That’s what I thought, too,” he said as he turned around. He raised his hands behind him and placed both on the vanity before he leaned back and rested on them.
This was when I had to concentrate again on looking him in the eye.
“Are you okay?” he said, torturing me.
“Yeah,” I said with a very dry mouth.
“Did I ever tell you that I’m a nudist?”
I looked at him blankly. I didn’t know what to say, so just waited for him to continue.
“It’s not easy, but as soon as the front door closes when my roommate is headed out for the day or the night or whenever, I get these clothes off and just let it breathe,” he said as he pointed at his seven shower inches.
I couldn’t help but follow his index finger to see escort what it was pointing at. And the gods know I tried not to stare.
“What would you say if we roomed together every time we were on the road together from now on? That way, I could take my clothes off as soon as our door closes and wouldn’t have to worry about you being uncomfortable?”
I was frozen. My mouth was dry. My head was pounding. I knew I was hard and, of course, I was wearing gray sweatpants. I dared not look down. Mostly out of fear that I was already pre-cumming and there’d be a wet spot that would give me away.
“Would that be all right with you?” he said as he pushed himself off from the vanity and stepped to the spot right in front of me. “You can be naked, too if you want.”
He looked at me for a second. I could smell the soap he used in the shower. In fact, he stood close enough to me that if I weren’t wearing pants, my own seven incher would have jabbed him. He stepped back over to his bed, turned and then lowered himself to the seated position. He rearranged his pillows so he could lean against the headboard. He raised his arms showing off those armpits that were just calling my name as he raised his legs back onto the bed. He flexed his biceps (I swear he flexed!), laced his fingers and put them behind his head to rest on. He crossed his ankles and after a second grabbed his junk so everything sat, where I found them, on top of his inner thighs.
“So no one else exposed the right leg of their fluorescent green undies during the meet?” he asked.
For as expressionless as I was trying to keep my face since I walked through our front door, this broke me. I know I looked like I’d been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
“And no one showed up at the main concession stand after wearing a green rubber bracelet like that one?” he asked as he pointed at mine.
“You know, both of the beds in our room are queen sized, right?” he asked. “You were the only one of the two of us who won today. So you had the better point spread. I’ve already cleaned myself out, too. I am all yours.”
I was still surprised. Stunned and surprised. What had just happened? “I want to brush my teeth first,” I said.
“You’re always so thoughtful, aren’t you?”
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