College Freshmen

Rob gazed at his frat brother as he stripped off his shirt.

The only bathroom in the aging frat house had been modified with an open doorway to accommodate multiple occupants. A couch and chairs decorated the main room and if he sat in the right spot, he had a direct view of the showers.

Anthony's body was lean but well-muscled: smooth abs, slender yet strong shoulders, and thick thighs. He especially enjoyed Anthony‘s well defined hips, with perfect lines pointing down to his crotch.

Earlier that day, the two were heckled while walking through the campus. A few brothers from a rival fraternity called Rob a '******‘. Anthony exploded and took a swing at one of them. Fearing the Dean might catch wind of this, Rob intervened. As misguided and silly as it was, he had admiration for his friends reckless defense.
The harsh light from above the shower heads chased away the shadows from every curve and joint of the showing body. Rob watched with intensity, his hungry eyes dining on Anthony's wet and lathered chest. Soap bubbles streaked down his streamlined shoulders then under tender armpits.

It was Friday night and their brothers were off somewhere drinking themselves stupid. Rob felt safe enough in the dim light of the room; he slipped his hand under his waistband and lightly brushed his cock. Shivers ticked up his spine. He desperately
Anthony looked away for a moment, thinking, before he leaned close, his forehead knitted with anger and passion. "Rob. man! Like I admire you so much that when that motherfucker called you a ******, I—just blew up." Anthony downed the rest of his drink, slamming the shot glass back down on the counter.

"I want you to know I got your back, you know, like we're brothers." Anthony's face was flushed.

"You want to go back and chill at the house?" Rob asked, with his elbow on the bar. his chin cupped in his palm.

And so Rob sat in the room, manually arousing himself in his shorts, while his new lust showered. As be pumped his rod, be imagined running his hands down that smooth, hard back, over the soft skin of his ass. He wanted to spread those cheeks and plunge his tongue into that sweet hole.

The shower knob squeaked and the water stopped. Rob jumped up, knocking himself out of his immersion and involuntarily pushing down his hard-on. He tried to act casual. strolling around the room. Fortunately. Anthony didn‘t look up as he toweled off. Rob breathed a sigh of relief, walking up to the doorway. The light from the bathroom cast out into the dark room, illuminating Rob where he stood as his eyes burned images into his brain. Desire worked its way through Rob‘s inhibitions.

He proceeded to drop his shorts. "I need a shower, too." His heart raced in his chest and pounded in his ears.

"Sure, man. No problem," Anthony replied, drying himself again. But his eyes lingered, a little too long, on Rob's cock. Good sign, Rob thought.

Unlike Anthony‘s athletic build, Rob was far more muscular, ripped from years of distance swimming. His dick was also quite large and thick. even when soft. Because of his arousal, it arced out from his groin, slightly extended like a weighted branch, waiting to spring to full attention.

Anthony glanced from the corner of his eye as Rob shrugged the last of his clothes off and stepped into the shower.

"You know what I said earlier?" Anthony said, wrapping the towel around his waist. He busied himself by wiping the steamy mirror. "I don‘t know if that came off weird or —you know."

"No. man, it was really cool. I just hope the Dean doesn‘t hear about it." Rob slipped his soapy hands around his crotch and the blood pumped through him, wanting to rush in and fill him, threatening to make him hard.

Their conversation died for a moment. The only sound came from running water and Anthony brushing his teeth. Rob sucked in a deep breath and said, "Hey, you know what you said about doing anything for me?"

"Um, yeah. I—" Anthony stopped to spit toothpaste in the sink He stared into the mirror with his cheeks flushed. His silence made Rob anxious. Maybe I went too far. he thought with panic.

“I really would do anything for you man,“ Anthony said, turning to lock Rob with his deep, dark eyes.

Rob gave himself a hasty rinse, then stepped close to his frat brother. Water dripped off his skin as he stood in front of Anthony. He extended a hand indicating he needed the towel.

Anthony slowly unbound the only towel left in the bathroom, and let it slide down his hips. As he handed it over, their hands touched. Goosebumps rose on Anthony's skin and his eyes dilated. The towel was forgotten, as it hung from Rob's hand.

"After what happened today," Rob said in a hushed voice, "I would do anything for you. too. " He looked for a reaction, any reaction. But Anthony's eyes never flinched, not even a blink.

"Whatever you “wish,” Rob breathed, close enough to kiss Anthony's luscious lips. This is it. There's no turning back. Jump, Rob, jump.

He reached out for Anthony's slim waist and his head swam with vertigo. Like diving off the high dive for the first time, the room seemed fake; he watched from a distance.

Anthony dropped his eyes but he didn‘t retreat. Rob sensed tension, embarrassment, and something else. Excitement?

Rob looked down as he felt a touch on his thigh. The wrinkles disappeared from Anthony‘s cock as it extended, pushing against him.

Rob crouched down, his lips close to the object of his desire. The clean, wet, bath soap smell of his skin made him instantly hard. He glanced up and found Anthony looking down at him, his mouth slightly parted, eyes glassy. Lust painted his face in vivid neon.

"You okay?" Rob asked softly.


To Be Continued Upon Request….