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"You're back early," Tommy said, startled by his room mate Ben,
who had grabbed the bottom of the ladder to steady it. "Why
aren't you still at the party?"

"It was boring," Ben replied, looking up at his room mate's bare
legs. "Since the house is on campus, we're not allowed to serve
alcohol, and there was a school administrator there all night, to
make sure we didn't try anything. Even most of the brothers who
live in the house had gone to their rooms, so I took off, too. I
figured I'd help you clean up."

Tommy and Ben were in the lobby of their dorm, cleaning up after
the hall government's Halloween dance. It was just past
midnight, and visiting hours were over. When the girls had to go
home, the dance ended.

Tommy was on an A-frame ladder, pulling streamers and balloons
from the suspended ceiling. His costume was simply a surfer's
black wetsuit that went down to his knees. Their college was
more than a thousand miles from the nearest ocean, so it wasn't
his own. He had borrowed it from his buddy, a student from
California.

Ben, standing beneath him, had just come back from his
fraternity. He was dressed as Aladdin, in a blue vest and white,
billowing pants. The Disney movie had been released that summer,
and he thought the girls at the party would like it. He was
right; they were all over him, putting another brick into the
heterosexual facade he showed the world.

Ben and Tommy were room mates at Highland College, a private
university in middle America. They were also lovers. They had
met in high school, where Tommy had been team manager for several
boys' sports, including Ben's football and baseball teams. Tommy
cultivated the image of a physically inept boy who still loved
sports and wanted to participate in them somehow. Although he
could have qualified for both the swimming and tennis teams, his
persona was the perfect cover, enabling him to ogle fit, young
men in the locker room. Ben was a letter athlete, and no one
with his talent on the sports fields could possibly be gay, could
he?

It was Ben who had first approached Tommy, after noting his
roving eye. They became friends then fell in love. They were
able to keep their relationship a secret. After graduation, they
enrolled in the same college and requested each other as room
mates. It was still the first semester of their freshman year.

Ben pledged a fraternity, Delta Iota Kappa, because several other
athletes were in it. Tommy was also social, but he still thought
the Greek system was full of either snobbish elitists or rowdy
drunks, a stereotype which dated back to the release of "National
Lampoon's Animal House" nearly 20 years earlier. Tommy joined
the hall government instead, and easily won the chairman position
for the Halloween dance.

Once the dorm lounge was clean, Tommy, Ben, and the other
volunteers took the elevator back to their respective floors.
The last other resident got off on the eighth floor. A quick
kiss and conversation ensued in the privacy after the doors
closed on the eighth floor and before they reopened on theirs,
the ninth and top floor of the dorm.

"I wish you could have gone with me, Tommy. I would have had
more fun."

"That's all right. You know neither of us is ready to be out, so
we just put up with the inconveniences like this until it's time.
Besides, we each had a party to attend. It's not like one of us
was sitting alone in the room." The doors opened.

"You're right." The lovers stepped out of the elevator and
walked down the hall to their room.

"I'm going to take a shower," Tommy announced, as he removed from
his neck the cord which he used to hold his room key for lack of
pockets. "I'm sweating like a pig in this thing."

"I'll bet," Ben replied as the door swung open. "I probably
should, too, to get the 'party smell' off me. I hate still
smelling like that the morning after, and then I have to wash my
sheets, too." The door closed behind them.

As the latch clicked, Ben pulled Tommy to him and kissed him
deeply. "God, you look so hot in that!" he gasped, nearly
breathless as they released each other.

"Me? You're the one in the tiny, open vest and satin pants!"

"I'm glad we got dressed and left for our parties at separate
times. I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off of you."

"Let me tell you what I did as I got dressed," Tommy said as Ben
groped his behind through the skin-tight garment.

"What, babe?" Ben replied, as he sucked Tommy's left earlobe.

"I teased the fairy across the hall."

"I thought we discussed that word," Ben glowered as he released
his boyfriend and stepped back.

"I know we did, but he's stereotypically stylish, effeminate, and
he puts mousse in his hair. It makes it that much harder for
normal-looking guys like us to come out and not be immediately
categorized with him."

"Let's drop it for now. I can't possibly have a serious
conversation with you while you're wearing that."

"How about if I'm not wearing it?" Tommy leered. He spotted the
bulge beginning in his boyfriend's loose pants. "You dared wear
your normal boxers under those?" he asked as he groped the mound,
which swelled under his touch.

"Yeah. You didn't think I'd get a hard-on in a room full of
sorority sisters, did you?" he replied as he reached around Tommy
and pulled down the zipper on the back of the wetsuit.

Both Ben and Tommy forgot about the story Tommy was going to
tell, and conversation ceased for the moment. Ben curled his
fingers beneath the open flaps and pulled forward, peeling the
wetsuit off Tommy's torso and arms, revealing his smooth, small
pectorals and slightly developed abs.

Once his arms were again free to move, Tommy opened the small,
blue vest and pushed it off Ben's broad shoulders. It slipped
from Ben's arms to the floor behind him. The rest of Ben's
broad, flat pecs and solid stomach, all covered in dark brown
hair, were visible.

Tommy and Ben embraced and kissed, rubbing their bare chests
together. Tommy's nipples tingled and hardened from the contact
with the soft, warm hairs. He stepped back and licked his way
down Ben's neck to his chest. His tongue plastered the hairs to
Ben's skin before he concentrated on his lover's dark pink
nipples.

After a few minutes, Ben pushed Tommy away and said, "Your turn."
He followed the same path as Tommy had, eventually zeroing in on
Tommy's already erect nubs.

At the first contact of Ben's tongue to his nipple, Tommy
writhed. "Stop!" he shouted, pushing Ben away. "Oh, God, it
hurts!"

Alarmed, Ben immediately pulled away. "What?" he asked, panic in
his voice.

"Shit! Sorry, I didn't mean that. I was enjoying it, but I
can't get a boner in this thing. This damn wetsuit is too tight,
and it hurts down there."

"I'm sorry, baby," Ben said, embracing his boyfriend. "I'll take
care of it."

Ben moved his hands to Tommy's hips and slid them downward to
remove the wetsuit completely. He was puzzled when he didn't
feel the waistband of Tommy's briefs where it should have been.
Shortly, however, he felt fabric lower down. Ben knelt and
pulled the wetsuit down Tommy's sparsely haired thighs and
calves. He focused on Tommy's feet as he helped his boyfriend
step out of the garment.

Tommy's dick, free of the wetsuit, surged forward. Finding its
way still trapped by underwear, however, it slid off to the side
and fully lengthened.

"What's this?" Ben asked, both surprised and amused as he
remained kneeling in front of his boyfriend. Tommy was wearing
gray, nylon bikini briefs, which had slightly pulled away from
his crotch from the pressure of his erection, so the top of his
dark brown pubic bush was visible.

"They're Mike's," Tommy explained. "He let me borrow them with
the wetsuit. When I was at his place, trying it on, you could
see the seams of my normal briefs through it. He didn't want me
naked inside his wetsuit, so he gave me some of his underwear to
wear beneath it."

"Mmm, thank you, Mike," Ben said. He began kissing and sucking
Tommy's balls and shaft through the sheer fabric. Tommy
shuddered as Ben moistened the cloth. Ben then nudged Tommy's
cock skyward. As it cleared the narrow waistband, Ben continued
his ministrations, focusing on the sensitive underside of his
lover's shaft.

"I'm close! Wait," Tommy interrupted. "I want to shoot on you
tonight." He hooked the waistband of the bikini briefs under his
rising balls, pushing them forward.

Ben gave Tommy's slightly hairy testicles a couple of playful
kisses then leaned back, supporting himself by stretching his
arms to the floor behind him. Tommy straddled Ben's legs and
bent at the knees. After a few strokes, it was time.

Tommy's dickhead erupted with burst after burst of clear, sticky
semen. He moaned and closed his eyes as he juiced Ben's hairy
pecs. When Tommy had finished, Ben sat up and licked extra jizz
from Tommy's fingers and diminishing cockhead. Tommy looked down
and admired the mess his spit and cum had made of Ben's broad,
hairy chest. He overlooked the lust in Ben's blue eyes. "I want
you to wear my cum to the shower."

Ben stood up and kissed his lover, sharing the aftertaste of his
load but careful not to smear what Tommy had deposited on his
chest, and pushed down the borrowed bikini briefs. "See what you
can do with this," he said to Tommy, indicating his own boner.

It was Tommy's time to kneel before his boyfriend. He carefully
pulled the elastic waistband of the white satin pants over his
lover's protruding white boxers, not wanting to discomfort Ben.
He then took down the boxers as well, leaving them atop the
puddle of satin at Ben's feet.

Tommy lost himself in the dark brown forest of Ben's crotch. He
licked, sucked, and inhaled every square inch of the upper
thighs, hairy balls, and swollen shaft before him. Too soon,
Tommy thought, Ben lightly tugged on his lover's hair, pulling
his head away from the now juicy glans.

Ben was inspired. He lovingly stroked Tommy's hair and said, "I
want you to wear my load, too. Let me come in your hair." Tommy
acquiesced and rubbed his dark brown hair along the bottom of
Ben's cock. Ben merely had to add a bit of pressure against the
top, and he was there.

Ben would never win a prize for distance, but the appearance of
his cum would be perfect for porn videos. It was thick and
white. The splotches contrasted with Tommy's dark brown hair,
and it didn't run at all. One day, Ben thought as he tried to
catch his breath, he would have to photograph this.

Tommy squeezed out the last of Ben's load onto his thumb and
licked it up. He stood up and kissed Ben again. It was a
relatively chaste kiss, for the lovers couldn't embrace without
smearing Tommy's load on Ben's chest, nor could Ben run his
fingers through Tommy's hair. The two young men fetched their
shower supplies and wrapped towels around their waists. Ben
snorted and giggled. "What?" Tommy asked.

"I just thought of something. It's Halloween. 'Dick or Treat',
get it?"

Tommy groaned but ran his fingers lovingly along the five o'clock
shadow on Ben's jaw. "That was a terrible pun, but I'd choose
you over candy any day of the year. Besides, I got both a dick
*and* a treat this year."

"Do you think anyone will see us?"

"Hmm, it's nearly one o'clock. I doubt it. Any of the guys on
our floor who had been at the dance will have gone to bed by now,
and the ones who went to off-campus parties shouldn't get home
for who knows how long. Besides, I think it's kind of hot,
risking the chance of someone seeing us." He followed this with
a pinch to Ben's firm glutes through the white, terrycloth towel.

"You have your key?"

"Yeah." Tommy had put the key around his neck again.

"All right. Let's go."

Unbeknownst to Tommy and Ben, their RA Mark had spotted them from
down the hall as they entered the bathroom. He was on duty that
night, and he had just finished his last round of the building
before he would head to bed himself. "That's odd," Mark thought,
"What are those guys doing? Everyone else is in bed or still out
partying." He decided to see what the boys were up to in the
bathroom.