Danny Hates Shaving Part 1
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Danny Hates Shaving - Part 3
In which Danny and Matt begin sleeping together.
Now, most of the time everyone dresses in "campus casual" which is jeans
and baggy sweatshirts. But occasionally I would wear my new clothes to
class. The first time I did I got some stares from the other students,
what with my more "revealing" clothes and my new hair style but after a
couple of times they pretty much treated me as usual. The only thing
that I can't do anymore is use the Men's Rooms in the classroom
buildings. It's too much of a hassle when I walk into one of them and
some guy in there who doesn't know that I'm also a guy points out to me
that I'm in the wrong room. And of course I can't use the Women's Rooms
because then I'd have the reverse problem when one of the girls in there
knows that I'm really a guy and it freaks her out to see me in "her"
restroom. Luckily our dorm is centrally located on the campus and it's
easy and quick for me to just go back to our suite in the dorm when
nature calls.
Even though I hated to spend the money, I had to go to the mall today
and buy a few additional pieces of clothing. The cardigan sweaters that
exposed, like, three or four inches of my midriff looked great but you
know how cold it feels when you're walking between buildings on the
campus and the wind is whipping the snow around and even your heaviest
jacket doesn't keep the wind completely out? And then some of the
classrooms aren't heated all that well, so after about a week
experiencing a cold midriff, I decided that I had to get a few more
clothes. I guess I could have worn my boy's clothes - jeans and
sweatshirts all the time - but I really hated the look and feel of them
now so I headed off to the mall.
After browsing through a couple of stores I ended up in Victoria's
Secret. I picked out two pairs of lowcut stretch jeans with a boot cut,
and three boxy sweatshirts in tan, pink and red, and then to top it all
off I got a yellow terrycloth lounging outfit. Even though I hadn't
planned on buying any, when I was checking out the salesgirl told me
about a special they were having on some fragrances and I let her spray
a little "Dream Angels" perfume on me. I liked the scent so well that I
got a bottle of that also. Well, that shopping trip really blew the
budget but I really did like my new clothes and spent most of the
afternoon in my bedroom trying them on in different combinations and
admiring how nice they looked on me. I put on some of the perfume and
decided that I liked it so well that I was going to put some on every
morning.
I don't know whether Matt is mad at me or what, but for the last couple
of months he's been pretty much ignoring me both on campus and in our
suite. Whenever he's not in class he usually parks himself in front of
the TV and drinks beer. What used to be a cute little beer belly has
swollen into a larger gut that sticks out a good four inches over the
top of his jeans. After the way he reacted when I kidded him about it
before I'm sure not going to say anything about it now - and it doesn't
seem like it bothers him so I'm just keeping my mouth shut.
The way my nipples had gotten larger around Christmas had me kind of
nervous. Like, I really liked the way the pills that Matt had gotten for
me kept the hair on my body under control but I was hoping that there
wouldn't be a lot of other side effects. But after my nipples had
remained at their same, but larger, size for a couple of months I
figured that I was probably OK. I did have to admit that in addition to
being larger they were more sensitive than they had been. Frequently
when I'm masturbating in my bedroom or in the shower, I'll have one hand
down in my crotch, stroking myself, and my other hand up on my chest
rolling one of my nipples between my fingers or tweaking on and pulling
the nipple. I can bring myself to a climax even faster by doing that
than just stroking my cock.
Well, there is one other change, but this one is fine with me. My voice
has continued to get higher and I sing with the Sopranos now. As far as
I'm concerned, you either want to be a Soprano or a Baritone - anything
in between is second best. And I really like the way I can hit the high
notes these days.
Maybe I should have said something to Matt about his weight gain - he
got kicked off the soccer team today. I guess it doesn't surprise me as
his gut has continued to swell and now in fact it rolls out and down
over the top of his jeans by an inch or two. And he has just as much of
the heavy body hair as he always did - maybe even a little more. Back
when we were in high school, I think Matt weighed about 175 to my 125.
I've gained maybe fifteen pounds since then - most of it in my ass. But
Matt? Well, he's got to be at least 225 these days. It's funny - if I
saw that roll of fat on someone else I would have thought that it was
gross. But on Matt? I don't know - it almost looks like, ummm, well,
kinda sexy to me. Wonder what it would feel like to snuggle up to him
and rub it and play with it?
I don't know whether it's because I suggested it to Matt, or whether he
just doesn't care how he looks anymore, but he quit shaving a month or
so ago, and hasn't gotten his hair cut, like, probably last fall. So he
has this heavy beard, and his hair is long and shaggy and hasn't been
combed in a month or so. We were watching an old cowboy movie on TV the
other day and there was this Mountain Man in it who looked about as
shaggy as Matt. I was going to say something about it to him but I
wasn't sure how he'd take it so I kept quiet. Actually, I was afraid
that if I said anything that he might shave and cut his hair and I
didn't want him to do that - I really like the way he looks now!
Wow, if I thought Matt was just loafing around our suite before he got
kicked off the soccer team, he's like, permanently planted himself in
front of the TV these days! He hasn't gone to class for a week and just
sits there - watching is whatever is on at the time. I tried to talk to
him a couple of times but he only grunted back at me. I was getting
kinda worried about him and wondering what I could do to cheer him up.
Then it struck me - GET HIM DRUNK! So I went out the next day and got
two one-liter bottles of the cheapest vodka I could find, and a couple
of quarts of orange juice, and some 7-Up, and a couple of bottles of
tomato juice for good measure.
The following day was Saturday and there were some good basketball games
on TV so I got Matt to flip the channel to one of the games. I popped
some popcorn in the microwave and then went into my bedroom and brought
out one of the liter bottles of vodka and got the first quart of orange
juice and the 7-Up out of our mini-fridge. I put about a half inch of
vodka in one water glass and filled it up the rest of the way with 7-Up
- that was for me. For Matt I filled his water glass half full of vodka
and then topped it off with the orange juice - that was for Matt. I took
the drinks over to the couch, handed Matt his, and sat down next to him
with my weaker drink. I don't even think that Matt noticed the taste of
the vodka in his drink for he just kept sipping away at it, not
commenting on it. In a little less than an hour, he'd finished his drink
and I was nearly done with mine so I took our glasses and refilled both
of our drinks - keeping Matt's as strong as before and making mine only
a little stronger than my first drink.
And that's pretty much the way we spent the afternoon. By the time
suppertime rolled around, the first liter of vodka was empty and the
second was about half way there. We sent out for a couple of pizzas
around 6 o'clock or so as we were both getting hungry. I wouldn't say
that we were really drunk but Matt was slurring his words a little and
he kept blinking his eyes as if he was having trouble keeping them
focused on the TV. I was pretty tipsy too, but not as bad as Matt, but I
was also - HORNY! Now when Matt drinks, he gets hungry. So he's sitting
next to me shoving piece after piece of pizza into his mouth, hardly
chewing the first before he swallows it and stuffs another one in. Our
suite was kinda warm and he had taken off his shirt to cool off. So, I'm
sitting next to him and looking at his big hairy belly lying in his lap
and his hairy and floppy man-tits bouncing around on his chest as he
stuffs pizza into his mouth. Some of the topping on one piece of pizza
had slid off and landed on his right tit and he leaned down to lick it
off. Man, I am GETTING TURNED ON BY THE SIGHT!!!!!
I was thinking of reaching over and rubbing his belly when all of a
sudden he lurched to his feet, said: "Gotta take a leak", and wobbled
off toward the bathroom, loosening his belt and struggling out of his
jeans as he made his unsteady way to the bathroom. He didn't shut the
door and I heard him piss for a long time - sounding like he was getting
more on the floor than in the bowl. When he came back out of the
bathroom, he stood in the door for a second, flicking a couple of drops
of piss off his dick. Oh man, his weapon must have been almost six
inches long. He didn't bother to put his pants back on, just wobbled
back over to the couch and collapsed on it next to me, with his legs
spread apart and his hairy belly nearly, but not quite, covering up his
cock - leaving only the last two or three inches exposed. I just looked
at Matt for a couple of minutes. I knew what I wanted to do, but I
wasn't sure whether I had the courage to do it. I picked up the bottle
of vodka and took three or four big gulps, feeling the liquid burn my
throat as I swallowed it. I could feel the warmth spreading from my
stomach and I began to feel hot and a little dizzy.
"Man", I thought, it's now or never." I rolled over against Matt and
slid my left hand over and gently rubbed his belly - loving the feel of
the warm and soft roll of hairy fat under my fingers. I got up from the
couch and knelt in front of Matt, moved my hands up and began gently
scratching the insides of his hairy thighs with my fingernails. I'd been
letting my fingernails grow and they now extend about a quarter inch
past the end of my fingers. Matt groaned in pleasure and spread his legs
even wider to give me better access. I began rubbing and scratching his
scrotum with my fingernails and his cock swelled and grew to over seven
inches in length. I had kind of known that some guys weren't, well,
circumcised - even though most of us were. Well, Matt hadn't been and
the end of his dick was covered with this thick layer of wrinkled skin.
I wasn't sure what to do but slowly reached forward and touched the
loose skin gently, and then took it with my fingers and slowly slid it
back to expose the glistening tip of his cock. I couldn't control myself
any longer and leaned forward and gently licked its tip.
As I knelt in front of Matt, my nipples were rubbing on his hairy legs
and that got me even more turned on. I moved forward and took the tip of
his cock in my mouth and licked and sucked on it. As I was doing this I
could smell the musty dampness of Matt's crotch and I slowly took more
and more of his cock into my mouth - eventually feeling it just
beginning to slide down the back of my throat. Matt was moaning in
pleasure now and I had my right hand down in my crotch, playing with my
cock and my left hand up playing with my nipples as I began to slide my
mouth up and down on Matt's huge saliva-covered cock. After several
minutes I couldn't hold myself back any more and ejaculated and then a
minute or so after that Matt came and shot his load down my throat. I
didn't want the moment to end and just remained on my knees in front of
him, sucking on his cock and licking it as it slowly shrank back to its
normal size. About this time, I heard Matt snoring and realized that he
had fallen asleep - or maybe passed out is the better term - anyway, so
much for a romantic moment. I licked his balls for a couple of minutes
and then slowly got up, made my way unsteadily to my room, lay down on
my bed and passed out.
It must have been a couple of hours later in the middle of the night
when I awoke and had to take a piss really bad. I stumbled into the
bathroom, almost falling a couple of times, and managed to relieve
myself even though most of it missed the toilet and went on the floor.
As I emerged from the bathroom, I noticed that Matt wasn't on the couch
any more and I peeked into his bedroom to see him sprawled on top of his
bed, only partially covered by a blanket. I don't know whether it was
because I was really drunk, or not, but the sight of his naked hairy
body got me really turned on and without really thinking about what I
was doing, I went into this bedroom, snuggled up against Matt with my
back against his chest, pulled the blanket over us, and went to sleep.
I think it was late morning when I woke up. I'm not sure of the time
because I was having trouble getting my eyes to both focus on the same
object. My mouth felt really dry, my stomach was upset and I had the
mother of all headaches. I also realized that Matt was awake and had his
arm around me as I lay there snuggled up against him and he was -
PLAYING WITH MY NIPPLES! Oh man, that felt so good to be lying next to
him and have him rubbing me and playing with my nipples. I could have
laid there like that all day but all of a sudden, Matt made a funny
sound, rolled away from me and vomited on the floor. Oh well, so much
for a romantic morning. To tell the truth I wasn't sure whether or not I
was going to barf so I rolled out of Matt's bed, made my way to the
bathroom and, being careful not to step in the pools of piss on the
floor, got into the shower. I took a long, hot shower, washing my hair
and just enjoying the feel on the hot water on my body. Finally, I got
out of the shower, dried off, went into my bedroom, crawled into my bed,
and fell asleep.
Later that day, when Matt and I were both up and feeling like, maybe
just possibly, we weren't going to die - at least not right away - we
kind of kept sneaking glances at each other, not really knowing what to
say to each other. Finally, around 9 o'clock or so while we were
watching the tail end of an old rerun of Law and Order, Matt looked over
at me and said, "I'm going to turn in. Keep the TV down. Okay?"
"Well, I, uh, was thinking of calling it a day, too," I replied. And
then continued: "You, ummm, maybe, like, uh, want some, uh, company
tonight?" Matt just stared at me for a minute before he realized what I
meant, and then he smiled at me. So since then Matt and I have been
sleeping together.
(End of Part 3 - to be continued)
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