Next morning

I opened my eyes and sat up unsettled, like I was having a bad dream but couldn’t remember dreaming anything overnight. Despite that, I felt a vigorous rush to face the day ahead. It was only Friday, my first Friday in Oxford before classes started and I felt that I had to make the most out of this weekend. My phone buzzed on top of the nightstand asking how was my sleep and it marked 9:03 a.m.

I decided to head for the showers. If anything was bad at these dorms were the bathrooms. They were all nice and clean, but a shared bathroom for the entire house was too much of a joke for the amount of money my parents paid. I'm sure the house had not more than twenty guys around, but still not cool. I’ll repeat myself: I’m not shy of my body or anything and the staring is pleasant, but a guy must have some privacy too I mean.

I went to the shared–bathroom with no shirt on and started out by brushing my teeths in the center sink of the five ones. I caught a skinny guy in a three–men line waiting for the showers stalls to get free, taking a few glances at me through the mirror. I smiled to myself thinking all those years of working out and highschool volleyball were paying off. After spitting the white foam, I turned my head and faced him directly. He looked away and hurried to the showers as it was his turn.

I turned back to the mirror and resumed brushing my teeths and washed off my face. When I lowered my towel from my face after drying off, I stared directly at the corner of the room where the guy was showering in his beach shorts with his door opened. The line was empty and all the other three stalls were being used except the one in front of his. This guy was definitely inviting someone in. Me. Maybe I should give him a little tease.

I got into the stall in front of him, turned the water on and soaped my body directly looking into his eyes. I think he was clearly nervous, second guessing his actions while looking at my washboard shaped skin of my stomach getting wet under the water. He glared at me while I massaged my own body without soap, getting my white translucent boxers transparent by the second. He finally gave in and reached the tap, wrapped himself in his towel all wet and fled. I could see his boner before he could cover it and I grinned.

After finishing my exhibitionist shower, I went back to my room and checked my body in the mirror next to the door. As I know my body too well, these days of moving and everything else were a little taxing on it and I missed the after lift pump that boosted up my confidence.

As I remember reading somewhere, the campus had a club that included sports activities and a gym, so I decided to check it out.

After a good twenty minutes walk – and I considered it as warm up –, I found the University Club next to the football court. Opening the glass doors, at the reception, it was a short brunette.

“Welcome to the gym. If you want to register, I just need your Student ID.” She said with a smile.

I handed her my ID and waited for her to finish while checking out the equipment. There were fewer machines than I thought and there were some free weights lined up in different racks in front of the wall mirror, benches for free exercising, two bench presses and some machines for leg exercises. She turned to me, regaining my attention and came in front of the desk to my side putting her tiny hand on my triceps. The only place she could reach, since I’m taller.

“Here you go. If you need any help in your workouts, let me know.” She handed back my ID and I smiled at her, sensing her forwardness.

“Thanks!” Was all I could answer her thinking if only she knew…

I put my bag away in the reception locker and fired my ear plugs with some blasting electronic music. I don’t care about the name of the song, but if it was Martin Garrix playing, he could **** my ear with anything. You turned on the inner beast mode and started back training, my favorite muscle group because my lats make my shirts rip. Simple and dumb like that.

After sweat took all over myself, I felt the need to take a brisk shower to resume my day. The locker room was in the basement of the gym, and the stairs for men and women were separated. Each in a corner of the gym floor.

When I arrived there, there were just two guys in the shower area and one dude at the lockers. I recognized him as Carl from the meeting last night. I took a second staring at him from the stairs and he was just in his Polo Ralph Lauren blue underwear, a black cap backwards and vintage gold glasses. I controlled myself with everything I got not to have an erection in the middle of the locker room and finished descending the stairs.

“Carl? Hi, it's me: Michael. We met yesterday.”

I placed my bag on the bench and he looked at me, smiling and recognizing me. “Oh, hey mate! How's it going?”

I took another second to stare at the beauty of his body. Every single muscle toned and pronounced at the good parts and of course his soft yet big dick pronounced at the front of his slippers. As we bumped fists and I gazed at his body, I realized that his black tattoos covered the entire of his broad pecs, his neck and ended down in the back of his hands. His abs down were white as a sheet waiting like a canvas to be painted. His small waist was connected to some impossible thick legs.

I made myself look up to his face, then to my locker before my dick showed any more signs of awakening.

“I was just about to meet you. I don't have your phone number yet and I was searching your name through the dorm room lists. We have a party tomorrow night at the frat house. You're invited.” He said, hanging his towel on his shoulders.

“Ok. I'll be there. Where is it?” I asked, pretending to go through my stuff.

“We got a lift and you can come with us. Just meet me at the parking lot on your street at 12:30 p.m.”

After that, with no warning whatsoever, he pushed down his underwear in front of me letting his cock swing free in the air. I couldn't help but stare at it directly. It was a big one, even half soft. He snapped his fingers, bringing me out of my lust stare.

“Yo, lad! Eyes up here. During the day we got security coming down here.” He warned me, almost whispering.

He wrapped himself in the towel from the waist down, leaving a dangerous groin space uncovered in the front and went for the showers. After recomposing myself, I decided not to shower that moment or else everybody would see my not so difficult to see hard on. Not that I had a problem with that but I thought it was better to just leave the gym, go exploring some places on campus and grab a bite to eat.