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“If you shake it more than three times it’s masturbating, you know.”“Can you blame me?” I asked in response, giving my engorged but not-quite-erect dick a few strokes of my hand. “You saw me slow dancing with Monica!” There we were, Jim and me, standing next to the woods on the edge of campus, stroking our own woods after having just finished up a pee. We were walking back to the dorm from the toga party at the campus gym. Twenty minutes earlier, we’d both been dancing with women we were hot after, Monica and Jane respectively. Monica was a friendly, fun-loving type, easy to talk to. Fairly petite and thin, with long permed brown hair. And the breasts under her toga had sure felt nice pressed up against me during the slow dance.Unfortunately, after the slow dance the party was over and the lights came back on. Monica and Jane both rejoined their groups of friends to go back to the dorm, leaving Jim and me high and dry — and hard. Thank goodness the old-fashioned mercury lights of the gym took forever to return to brightness: beşevler escort we made a quick exit so the tent poles lifting both our togas wouldn’t be too obvious.On the way back, Jim and I talked about how close we might have come to getting lucky. For my part, I had only been with one woman, ever, and certainly was anxious to be with one again. It had now been over a year since Laura, my first true love, and I had broken up as we went off to college. Despite the confidence that my sexually adventurous relationship with Laura should have imbued in me, Freshman year had been a total loss in the love department. Now in my second year, I was hoping that my losing streak with women might finally end tonight, with Monica. But it hadn’t.The only thing that saved me from total loss in the sex department last year had been when my roommate’s friend Eric accidentally discovered me trying to suck myself in my dorm room. He admitted he did the same, and I soon learned cebeci escort his extra-long cock meant he got more out of it than I did. I ended up convincing him we should suck each other, but he got post-orgasm regret and it ended poorly. So I wasn’t feeling too confident about guys either.Anyway, having each had a couple of beers before the dance, as Jim and I walked our conversation flowed freely about what we’d like to do with these women. In the darkness I thought could see a pointed bulge in the front of his toga. Clearly he wasn’t wearing underwear either.Which got me thinking about how if I couldn’t have pussy tonight, I’d certainly settle for dick. This thought, combined with the memory of Monica pressed up against me earlier, had created a flagpole under my toga too. Not that I was confident of actually trying anything. When we paused at the edge of the woods to relieve ourselves, without the constraint of underwear it was just lift and leak. Well, actually kolej escort it took us a few seconds to get the flow going in our engorged conditions. Naturally I snuck a peek or two at Jim’s equipment – which was easier for me to do than it should have been. Two guys peeing outside will ordinarily face a little bit away from each other, so as not to see each other’s hardware too easily. So I was surprised to see Jim facing more towards me than you’d normally expect, his stream hitting the ground in the same spot as mine and his erect unit very visible even in the dim light. He was also standing close enough that I could almost reach out and touch his bare, swollen cock as he relieved himself..Maybe I shook myself off a little too much after I was done, prompting the comment about “it’s masturbating if you stroke it more than three times.”“Can ya blame me?” I replied, giving my now slightly softened dick a few strokes of my hand. “You saw me slow dancing with Monica!” “Haha, I’m feeling the same thing after dancing with Jane.” He started actually stroking his own tool. “Looks to me like what you’re feeling is your dick.””Yeah, but in my mind someone else is feeling it.””Jane’s?”He shrugged, saying, “Any hand will do,” while looking me in the eye. Then he stepped closer and reached for my dong.”When in Rome,” I stuttered, reaching back for his member.