Extra-curricular Activities

I will never forget my first time away from home. Having packed my suitcase with jeans, shorts, tee shirts, underpants, and my pajamas, I bid a tearful goodbye to my mother.
I was off to college two states away. "johnnie, your Uber is here, honeybunch."
We hugged. "You be a good boy, my sweet baby."
I promised her I would and rode off to meet my future.
The bus ride took a day and a half. I barely slept, already feeling homesick. I thought about all the new things I would discover, trying not to think of home and the warmth and security of my mother's love.
I knew I was quite naive about things. I never had a girlfriend. Mother told me they would lead me astray and to wait until I was over 25 before becoming interested in the opposite sex. And forget about masturbation. "You'll go blind if you play with yourself, baby boy," mother warned. "Instead," she advised when the urge hit me, "Go pray for guidance."
All those thoughts did little to keep my mind off of being frightened by my future without her to guide me. The bus arrived at my destination at last.
After retrieving my luggage, I hailed a taxi. "Gaylord University, please."
Checking in was weird. I had no idea where anything was and had to ask other students where the registrar's office was.
The people there worked quickly, handed me a campus map, agreed to my selected courses, assigned me a dorm and told me to enjoy my stay.
I wandered around, not lost physically, but mentally I was on my own for the very first time. And the world suddenly seemed so large.
I found my room and saw that I needed to buy bedding. I sighed wishing mommy was here. I put my clothes away and wondered who had taken the other bed. "Maybe he will know where I have to go to get sheets, a pillow, and a blanket," I thought hopefully.
I sat on the mattress and felt so alone and frightened I began to weep.
I lost track of time as I sat alone. Then the door opened and in walked this other student. "Hey, you must be johnnie. I'm Harris, Harris Michaels."
I looked up at him. Harris was a big young man. He was maybe 6', 6' 2" tall and seemed to be very well-built.
"You're crying," he noticed. "What's wrong, johnnie?"
I poured out my feeling about being so far away from my mother and home and everything that I knew. "I don't even know where to buy sheets and a pillow," I wailed sobbing out loud.
Harris sat beside me. Putting an arm over my shoulder, he pulled me to his side. "It's alright, johnnie. I'll help you. Don't worry. Ole Harris will take care of you."
He was very kind and emphasized with my loneliness. His embracing me made me feel so much better. "Thank you, Harris. I would love it if you helped me find my way around here."
True to his word, Harris took me to a local Walmart where I bought sheets and stuff. Then he offered to buy me lunch at an off-campus burger joint.
"I like your ponytail, johnnie. It looks cute on you."
"Why thank you, Harris. My mother told me I should let my hair grow out and showed me how to put in a ponytail."
"She knew what she was talking about."
I was surprised when while we were eating, I got ketchup on me from a rogue French fry. Harris reached over with his napkin and wiped my chin. "There you go, johnnie, I got it."
He was being so kind, so nice. I hoped I could repay his kindness someday.
Harris sat watching as I put my bed together. "Dang, johnnie, you make it look so easy."
"What's that," I asked realizing I had my big bottom aimed his way.
"Making your bed. I never had to do that until I got here. Took me half an hour to figure it out."
"I'll help you," I volunteered.
Harris showed me where the shower and bathroom was. Then he walked me around the campus. "Let's grab a pizza and some beer for dinner, johnnie."
After convincing me that it was okay, Harris ordered two beers. I had my first beer with my new friend that night. I admit it made me woozy. So woozy, in fact, that I stumbled on the way back to our dorm. Harris caught me. Laughing, he took my arm and steadied me back to our room.
I lay down and passed out still in my clothes.
"Wow, what happened last night?" I asked Harris who was already awake.
He broke out in a big smile. For the first time I could see that my roomie was a handsome guy. "You got drunk, johnnie. I had to help you home."
"Thank you, Harris. I really appreciate it. Anything you need, if I can help, I will."
Classes began soon enough, and I stayed in the Dorm or library studying. Harris went out, hanging at the local Pubs and drinking with the others.
I did my best to resist my roomie's invitation to join him most of the time. One night, 3 weeks after we arrived, he came in a bit tipsy as I was returning from the shower. I paid him no attention as I removed the towel from around my waist. Not wanting my roomie to see my smallish dick, I had my back to him when I put on my undies.
"Damn," I heard Harris say. I turned around to see what was up. "What erzurum escort was that?"
"Damn, johnnie. When you bent over, I mean I wasn't starring or anything, I was like just thinking and saw your naked back. You looked just like my old girlfriend; from the back I mean."
"Are you crazy?" I asked wondering what he was talking about.
Harris went on to tell me what happened. "We broke up because she didn't want to have a long-distance relationship. She went to a school in California and here I am, well, here we are, stuck in Ohio. I guess I'm just horny and when I saw you like that, well, you looked just like her, from the back I mean."
We turned out the light and soon I heard the faint sound of sheets rustling. I peeped over and saw Harris' hand moving up and down under his sheet. I quickly figured out what he was doing. "You better stop that, or you'll go blind," I warned my friend.
"That's an old wives' tale, johnnie. I been rubbing them out for 6 years now."
"Really? And you don't even need glasses," I mused out loud.
"Since I was 14 and found my old man's girlie magazines. All that, it's going to make you blind, is bull crap."
I didn't know who to believe, mother or Harris. I listened as he masturbated and wondered what it felt like. Hearing his breathing get faster, my own little dick grew into my 5" boner. I was so tempted to touch it but heeded mother's warnings.
Little by little I grew more comfortable around Harris. That doesn't mean I let him see my small penis but wearing undies when he was around and letting him see my bottom. "If it makes my friend feel better, then why not," I reasoned.
Early on, he had me show him how to make his bed but no matter how hard he tried; he still took forever. "Why don't I do this for you, Harris. After all you've done for me. It's the least I can do to repay the kindness you've shown me."
"Instead of just my sheets and pillowcases in the wash, I carry his too after striping his bed.
Mid-terms came and I did pretty well. That night I accepted Harris' invitation to join him. This time I was determined to have two beers.
"What happened last night, Harris?"
"You got wasted, dude. I mean you almost passed out. I carried you back here. Just as I got you near the bathroom, puked on yourself."
I raised the sheets and saw I was naked.
I looked at my roomie but before I could ask, he told me. "I got you out of those clothes, johnnie. They'd have stunk up our room. They're in the dryer unless someone took them out. I washed them but just couldn't stay awake long enough for them to dry."
"You saw me naked?" I asked shocked. No one but my mother had ever seen me naked in front. The school I went to didn't offer Phys. Ed.
Harris smiled. "Sure did, johnnie. Remember when I said you looked like my ex from the back? Got to say dude, you have a sexy ass."
My dick began to harden hearing what Harris just said. I tried to ignore it but he kept saying how much it looked like hers and how sexy my bottom was.
My hair was wet from the shower Harris gave me. I tried to get out of bed trying to be modest by wrapping my sheet around me. "Dude, it's not like I haven't seen all of you. Chill, johnnie. We're all friends here."
He was right. I dropped the sheet. "There. Are you happy, now?" I asked grinning and blushing as I stood naked before Harris with one hand on my hip.
After that, I felt less embarrassed about Harris seeing me in my undies or even naked as I dressed. I never looked at him naked though. That would be rude.
I either ignored or giggled when my roomie would admire my bottom.
One night something weird happened. Harris was out as usual, and I went to bed. Later I was stirred from my sleep when I felt my top sheet move.
It was dark but I could see Harris standing beside my bed. He had pulled my sheet over my bottom and was stroking his cock.
I stayed very still not wanting him to know I caught him.
Every now and then he'd look at my face. Thinking I was fast asleep, he'd very lightly caress my bottom as he tugged on his big cock.
I didn't know they came in that size. He must have been close to 7", based on what I could see in the dim ambient outdoor light that was filtered by the curtains.
I heard him groan, saw him slump a bit and felt something hitting my sheet. I wasn't completely dumb. I knew my roomie just ejaculated on my sheet after touching my bottom.
He snuck to his bed, and I lay there trying not to touch my own erection. What I had just clandestinely witnessed aroused me. And I had to admit, him feeling my bottom and having it give him an orgasm was kind of exciting too.
I got up the next morning after resisting the temptation to masturbate and stripped my bed. "Harris, you ready to have your sheets washed?" I asked waking him.
"Your sheets are dirty already, dude? It only been a couple days."
"Yeah. There's something crusty on them. Not sure what it is but I'm going to wash them now."
I esat escort saw Harris blush hearing that, but he did admit what he'd done.
"Alright johnnie. May as well do mine too," he said pulling himself out of bed.
Harris was still naked, and his penis amazed me. They way it moved when he moved. It was like it had a life of its own.
He caught me looking at his penis. "Nice huh? Got to say, johnnie. Not to be mean but it looks like you got cheated in the cock department. Even stiff like you are with that morning wood, well..... dang dude. It's little."
I blushed not realizing my dick was hard. I turned away so embarrassed. Harris saw that. Coming to me, he put his arm over my shoulder and told me it was okay. "Didn't mean to hurt your feelings, johnnie."
"I know," I answered. "It's just that well, compared to yours, mine is tiny."
I was looking at his soft cock, so much bigger than mine as I spoke.
Harris gave my bum a friendly pat. "No problem, johnnie. You'll get some pretty girl who will think you're big down there."
"You think so?"
"Pretty damned sure, johnnie. She'll come along one day."
I felt much better after my roomie said that. I stripped his bed and put on some clothes and did the wash.
4 nights later, Harris was doing it again. Feeling my bottom as he jerked off. Seeing what he was doing so close to me was arousing. He came again like the first time. This time, a drop landed on my neck which he didn't seem to notice or care.
When he went back to his bed, I touched myself where his sperm hit me. It was still warm and only out of some perverse curiosity, I tasted what I had on my finger.
It was a dry, a bit salty, but something else. I lay trying to figure out whether or not I liked Harris using my bottom to think of his girlfriend. I decided there was no harm and drifted off to sleep.
I dressed and left the room with Harris still in bed. I had only two classes that day and returned before lunch to drop off my computer.
I walked in on Harris. He was seated on his bed his big hard cock in hand, his eyes closed as he masturbated. "You must be the horniest person on campus," I said startling him out of his daydream.
"Huh? What?"
"You masturbated last night."
He turned beet red. "You saw me?"
"I did and it wasn't the first time either. I've watched as you rubbed my bottom and splashed sperm on my sheet. Last night you got some on me."
"johnnie, I'm sorry. It's just that...."
It's just that you find my bottom is sexy because it reminds you of her."
He nodded in shame which made me feel bad for making him feel bad. I got an idea.
Turning my back to him, I pulled the rubber band out of my ponytail and shook my head allowing my hair to fluff out falling just below my shoulders. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. Without saying a word, I pulled my pants and undies off together.
I struck a pose and looked over my shoulder at Harris who had a look of disbelief on his handsome face. "You can feel my bottom now, if you want," I said in a sultry voice.
"Really, johnnie?" he asked jumping up.
"Only I get to touch you too." I have no idea where that came from. His big cock did attract my attention. I was curious how it might feel.
"What, I mean where do you want to touch me?"
"Your penis, Harris. I want to touch and hold your big penis."
He came to me and looked into my eyes to see if I was being forthright or just kidding. I reached for his erection and held it to my tummy. "Does this look like I'm kidding you?"
I heard Harris sigh. "johnnie, I have a cock. You have a penis." Then he reached around me and held my bottom his in hands.
When he felt my penis get hard, Harris decided he didn't like us touching down there. He turned me around and it was my turn to sigh when I felt his cock between my cheeks.
"Baby, this would be better if you would bend over for me," his hot breath in my ear.
I caved immediately and place my hands on my bed which offered up my big bottom to his cock. "Please don't put that in me, Harris," I asked suddenly afraid he might want to do just that.
"Shhh, baby, he said as he grabbed my hips and began sliding his cock up and down the length of my butt cheeks.
I broke out on goose bumps. It felt so different and so nice. His hot shaft wedged in tight. Once in a while it wouldn't slide easy even though I felt his cock leaking on me.
I let him hump my bottom for a few minutes than stood and turned to face him. "It's my turn now, Harris."
I sat on the side of the bed and took his cock in my hands. Harris stepped close maybe 6" from my face. I had both hands on his privates exploring his cock and balls.
I looked up at my roomie as I gently stroked his big, beautiful cock. "Does this feel good, Harris?"
"Oooh yeah, baby. You have such soft hands."
I went back to exploring. I loved how when I squeezed a bit on the up stroke a bead of clear fluid appeared at esenler escort the tip of the large purple head. He nudged closer. "Whoa, big boy. I'm not ready for that yet."
I wasn't ready but would not have fought it if Harris pushed his cock to my mouth. I knew this was wrong. I knew it was nasty and I was glad my mother doesn't know what I'm doing. "But if you want me to, I'll make you cum with my hands," I volunteered.
"Heck yeah, johnnie. That would be great."
I continued to play with his cock, every now and then looking up and smiling at my roomie.
I heard Harris growl. I felt his cock expand. I felt the first pulse his thick warm sperm splash against my chin and lips. I changed where I had it aimed and watched as three more explosive pulses of sperm hit the side of my head and oozed down my hair.
We both caught our collective breaths as his cock wilted in my hands. "Feel all better now, big boy?"
"Damn, johnnie. That was fantastic. You're so damned sexy and so freakin cute."
I felt sexy too. My dick was hard. "My turn," I announced and took my little dick between thumb and two fingers. I only lasted a few seconds before I had my first orgasm. All I remember is that my legs shot out straight and stiff and I squealed as the spasms rocked me.
I looked up to see Harris grinning at me. "I'd swear that was your first time, johnnie."
I confessed how mother said I'd go blind, and it was nasty.
Harris got a good laugh at that. "And now? Is it still nasty to you?"
"Not anymore," I grinned.
We cleaned ourselves and I made him promise not to tell anyone what we'd done.
We carried on as though nothing had happened nor changed between us. And it wasn't until a couple nights later that we repeated our performance.
When he had me bend over, he used a lubricant which allowed him to freely slide his cock up and down with ease. He was going so fast that a couple times his cock slipped in the crack and poked my private place.
It scared me but it did feel good that large plum shaped head poking me there.
When it was my turn to touch Harris, I placed a towel on the bed to keep it dry from the lubricant. "I can't get over how big you are, Harris," I said smiling up at him.
I stroked that clear fluid over and over completely absorbed in the magical way I can make it appear.
This time I didn't aim his cock away from my face. I watched his face as Harris gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes as his wonderful cock coated my face with his warm sperm. I was getting braver with Harris.
I licked what had splashed against my lips as Harris watched. "Wow, johnnie. I didn't know you'd like it."
I collected some more in my hand and brought it to my straining erection. I only had to stroke myself a few times before I felt that glorious euphoric feeling again as my seed left me.
Masturbation was so new to me and felt so good. I wanted to do it all the time. Even on those nights when Harris wasn't in the mood. I'd beat off remembering his cock and how good it made me feel to make him have an orgasm.
After two months of playing around I think Harris was tired of the same old thing. He didn't want to play as much.
I began to be a pest to my roomie. Always whining and begging him to touch me so I could touch him. Harris finally explained to me that I was draining him, and we needed to change things up,
I was eager to please my friend so I listened as he talked about my bottom and how sexy it would look in some pretty panties. "Really, johnnie. What's the difference and who's gonna know, right? I mean your bottom is sexy and I just know how horny I'd get seeing it in some red or pink, or black panties."
I don't know if the thought of being able to touch and hold his cock or the thought of me wearing panties for him made me hard. Harris saw me touching my boner and smiled. "So, we have a deal?"
"We have a deal, Harris. I'll go shopping after class tomorrow."
"I'll go with you, so we get something I want to see that fabulous ass in."
Harris, good to his word, drove us to a nearby mall the next day. Let me tell you, when a man takes you shopping for the purpose of seeing you wear them for him, it's very arousing. Very arousing.
"What if she knows they're for me, Harris?"
"Who gives a crap, baby. As long as we pay, they're ours, or yours to do with as you like."
Harris was right. I liked the way he looked after me and I trusted him immensely.
I couldn't help it. When he picked up a pretty panty and told me it was perfect, I held his arm in excitement. The red bikini would become my favorite.
He wanted me to pick a thong and when I looked at blue, Harris told me to choose the pink one instead.
"Pink it is, sir," I said holding the nearly transparent panty up as proof.
In all, Harris helped me select three pretty panties. The red bikini, the pink thong, and a full-sized leopard spotted panty which he said might bring out the animal in him.
"Besides the horse cock you already have?" I giggled still hugging his arm.
I was changing. I was becoming more than the frightened little 20-year-old who got off the bus at Gaylord U. Now I was about to enter my second semester and about to try something so new and exciting. And I had Harris to thank for that.