Black T-Shirt

Preparing for my move over to the other Uni dorm I'd packed up everything and the only thing to sort into the 'go', 'rubbish' and 'home' piles was the cardboard box pushed way into the back of wardrobe. It still was taped up from when I started at Uni a year and half ago so I guessed it was just some stuff from home that the parents had shipped out to me.

Ripping the yellowed tape off I opened it up to see it was just a bunch of old text books from my high school years in college, I never did need any of them so I tipped the lot onto the rubbish pile. And that's when it fell out: the black t-shirt from high school, 'the rag' as Brian used to call it. It had belonged to Brian Douglas and for the last two years of college it was always stuffed into his 'porno box'. The box was well known through all the school, it was one of those secrets that never got discovered by the teachers, in it was a collection of porno tapes and the black t-shirt was what everyone used to clean themselves up after having being granted access to the boxes contents.

Holding the black fabric to my face I'm surprised I can still get that faint pissy, fishy smell from it, sniffing the collar I get a definite whiff of the Lynx Aztec that Lincoln Avery used to spray all over himself a couple of times a day. The fabric had dried into many hard folds and creases, but I remember the night I used it was damp, almost heavy with fluid.

After locking my rooms door I took off my jeans and shirt until I stood there in my y-fronts which were tenting as the rank smell from the t-shirt wafted up my nose. Gently pulling it over my head I made sure not to undo the remaining cum dried creases and lying back in my chair memories of high school and that one night filled my brain.

On the last night of fourth term, just before summer breakup Brian Douglas and his room mate Evan Coston decided to christen his newly purchased copy of 'Cunning College Girls' with a porn night attended by a few senior students who appreciated 'the arts' (his code word for porn).

Brian Douglas was admired for his guts when it came to jerking off, until he arrived with his porn in Year 11 masturbation was something everyone did but didn't mention, a smirking mention of 'squeeking bed springs' would be laughed about at breakfast but that was about it. Unlike alot of boys schools ours didn't have a 'sister' school nearby so together with the 99% filtration of the schools net the frustration, curiosity and just plain horniness of the student body was nigh on explosive.

So when Brian Douglas enrolled and brought along his wide screen t.v and porn video's it became a preoccupation of alot of boys to try and figure out how the hell to score a viewing. Initially Brian gave his room key to select senior students so that they could go and whack off to his collection but soon the requests and awkward silences as guys just 'happened' to visit his room nearly every night started to piss him off. So on one night when a couple of students looked at the video cases and dropped alot of hints about maybe checking them out one day Brian decided to organize special nights in his room. He'd invite a few seniors and together we'd check out some of what I thought at the time was real full on porn (full on meant vagina's close up and actual sex).

On his first porn night about four of us sat around the room and aside from a few furtive adjusting of bulges in our school trousers no one acknowledged they really wanted to jerk off. The schools solitary approach to jerking off had guys excusing themselves to use Brian's toilet and blowing their loads alone. The night Brian found that someone hadn't wiped up their cum from his bathroom basin kind of changed things.

So on his third porn night four or five of us sat in our usual positions, Brian dimmed the lights, pressed play and then him and Evan sprung the new rule on us.

"If your gonna attend these things it's cool to jerk off, we all do it for crissakes, but you gotta clean yourselves up after". And that's when the black t-shirt appeared. "right, you've all seen this and you've all used it when you whacked off here by yourselves but now you're gonna keep on using it. The other night I nearly slipped and broke my fricken' neck because some arse hole had spoofed all over the toilet floor and not cleaned up so from now on: no jerking off except in this room, if you blow you use this t-shirt to clean yourself off and finally no more cumming on the damn carpet as this rooms starting to smell."

So that night for the first time ever I jerked off in front of the other guys. Aside from the odd curios glance to jerk out dick size and who was cut and who wasn't we all pretty much kept our eyes on the screen. Then one by one as we blew (close up cunt shots do it for some guys and penetration shots get the others generally) we threw around the black t-shirt. I think by the time Evan got it was pretty cum soaked but somehow it didn't matter.

Even these days I'm not sure about this but I have this theory that when someone's real horny and aroused they give off this air about them that other can kind of feel. It's a man and woman thing but it also is the case with a bunch of guys when they're together. If one guys real horny and beating his meat then his body gives off something that gets other guys going, not in a gay way, it's just kind of sexual vibes or something.

I came up with this theory on the fourth porn night. We'd all stopped crouching and bending our knee's to cover our erections as we wanked so that in itself made things feel more intense. Evan must've noticed it aswell because when Brian had dimmed the lights and pressed play he casually got up, took off his boxers and pyjama top and then sat back down bare arsed on his bed. After a few awkward looks amongst us Brian decided to do the same thing. So then this guy Lincoln stood up and undressed too, as he said, "we've all seen each other cocks so what else is there."

"What the hell. It's gym class without the grief I spose'" With that I got undressed. Having my arse rasping on the carpet in their room felt weird but after the video had been playing a few minutes I relaxed and got into my favored wank position (legs spread out in front so I can clench them when I blow).

During the last week of fourth term all the seniors including me we're going off to university or jobs so Evan decided to organize one final night. That's when 'Cunning College Girls" was to be shown (this ones tracking wasn't completely screwed from overuse like all the others). Evan had dried out the black t-shirt as much as possible, the floor was cleared of crap, the two desks had been shifted to allow more floor space and Brian and Evan had got into their positions on their beds (no one was allowed on the beds but it was OK to lean on them). At nine o'clock I arrived with Lincoln.

The room was packed. Aside from Evan, Brian, the other 'regular' seniors Cain, David and Des their was eight guys from the lower forms, the youngest was Lincoln's brother Tony, who was 15. When me and Lincoln entered the room the juniors quickly cleared a space for us up near the front. I wasn't too keen on being this close to other guys when I beat off but I knew once the video started I pretty much kept my eye on the screen.

Evan was standing next to the VCR waiting for the tape to rewind. Without realizing what he was doing he tugged at his soft cock as explained the rules to the newcomers.

"For starters no gay shit. Secondly, I choose the tape we're watching and thirdly, blow on yourselves and not the carpet and when you're done you use this..." He held up the black t-shirt "...because I don't want no one dripping jizz frickin'everywhere".

There was a commotion on the floor as some of us tried to spread our legs out straight so before pressing play Evan bestowed on this kid Tom the right to share his bed "but you stay on you're end".

The guy called Tom got up and made his way to the bed, after he'd sat down I got a strong smell of foot odor. In fact the whole room smelt kinda rank and sweaty with all the naked bodies.

I noticed that Tom and a few of the others already had rock hard erections so I figured they be blowing soon and that'd free up some space and some air. Us seniors kept pretty quite and talked in low voices over the younger kids who seemed real fidgety and always on the verge of giggling their arses off.

Evan asked Tom to chuck him over the remote. All the juniors started laughing when Tom trying to be funny got on his knee's with his arse in the air and started pushing his erection around. He had this bony looking arse all covered with hair and I got a whiff of what was causing that stale smell in the air. It was kinda of an unwashed arse smell but it was funny how Tom did these lame arse copies of porno poses so despite myself I had to laugh. Eventually Evan restored order, "Tom put that frickin' arse a' yours away will you. No one cares what you had for lunch".

With the video rewound Evan tip toed his away across the crowded room and pressed play. When the title 'Cunning College Girls" came up all the juniors gripped onto their cocks almost in unison, me, Lincoln and Cain made a point of not touching our cocks straight away.

The film started with a shot of a girls head and when the camera pulls back you can see she's eating out this other girl. It was hot - all hands went on dicks at that point, including mine. From the shaking of the bed I knew Tom was really beating off like a mad man already, not slowing his strokes abit he leant over to his mate who was spread out next to me "that's a clit" he confidently exclaimed, his mate looked like he was gonna blow two minutes into the movie. I noticed for a scrawny looking kick his dick was huge, so much so that I turned by body so he couldn't see my 7.5 inches.

I glanced across at Lincoln's dick, for a second he took his fist off it and I could tell he was close already, in the dim lights his balls had just about disappeared. A tit shot on screen got a grown from one of the juniors, in the light of the TV I saw a shot of cum fly into the air and glint as the kid fell back onto the floor with a groan.

The black t'shirt flew over my head as Evan threw it at him "use it". Another grown and high pitched grunts and another junior reached across to get the t-shirt. I hammered at my cock, tonight I had one eye on the screen and one of the naked clammy bodies around me. There really is a vibe of sexuality.

I felt something warm splat onto my leg and sure enough Tom's mate next to me had silently jizzed. With a muffled "sorry" he looked aghast as the string of his cum hung suspended on my legs hairs. Holding up his slimy cum covered hand got the t-shirt thrown his way and after wiping his hand he tentatively wiped my leg.

When I heard a small fart I knew Lincoln had blown. Sure enough, he was wiping cum from his chin and holding up cum streaked hands, the cum on his chest shone in the dull TV light. He wiped himself down and sent the t-shirt flying over to Cain who lazily squeezed his still hard shaft into the black fabric.

Another junior put up his hand and as soon as he caught the t-shirt he dropped it over his cock and shot right into it with a coughing grunt, his mate next to him then did exactly the same. Then with heads lowered to the floor waited until in was OK to stand up and leave.

Tom's foot suddenly kicked my shoulder and with a shudder and groan he blew hard onto his chest. The second junior who'd blown right onto it threw the shirt across to him, again a drop of cum landed on me, this time just below my nipple.

"you got it on my face dick head" one of the juniors hissed before letting out a groan and a laugh as he aimed his own spewing cock towards his mate, a scramble of bodies followed, all trying to avoid the cum.

"Carrrr...pet" Evan groaned as he blew freely into the air, I'd secretly marveled at how much cream he had has he literally seemed to have to pump wave after wave of the stuff out of his body.

Evan then wiped himself down after a letting out a curse at how wet the t-shirt was. The t-shirt flew across the room, heavier and wetter than before until soon it became clear I was the last one who was gonna blow. Hammering away I stretched my legs and got ready to clench the muscles. Waiting for an arse shot in the video, I began to sweat heavily, my whole body shaking and clenching, then with a groan I knew was to loud I blew hard and wet onto my chest. Long strings coated each nipple as I made a show of just how much juice I had in me to the shy side way stares I was getting.

Putting up my hand David rolled the t-shirt into a ball and threw it my way. Landing in my crotch it was well and truly cum soaked, grabbing onto it I put my hand right into David's still warm jizz as I tried vainly to find one inch that wasn't covered in cum.

written by jhimuswrite

WRITE STORIES join free

CATEGORIES masturbation

Why Read? Audio Sex Stories!