How long do you think we're going to be stuck here?
After a major Gulf Coast hurricane, two college students, Greg and Patrick, from one apartment complex that was wiped out were put up in a motel. All they had was what little clothes they could grab on the way out of town. Everything else including their cars was lost. For days, the laid around the motel room watching TV. Eating the MRIs FIMA provided and sleeping. It was bad enough they lost everything, but having to share a room with a stranger seemed awkward. On top of that, the motel had given all the beds to families and given the boys a sleeper sofa.
The first day, Greg suggested they hang out in just underwear and keep the few clothes they had clean. Patrick agreed. He was uneasy about it, but it made sense. Patrick was from a strict Southern Baptist family. His father was a religious fanatic. He would freak out if Patrick was seen in his home less than fully dressed. He couldn't even go barefoot. Patrick was very uneasy being in his underwear in front of Greg.
Greg on the other hand had no problem tossing off his underwear and climbing under the covers beside Patrick. In fact, often, he would come out of the bathroom naked after a shower and hang around the room naked for some time before getting dressed.
Patrick found himself trying desperately not to look at his big hunky body. He felt strange when he looked at him and in bed, when they touched, he'd get that feeling even worst.
One day, while flipping through the channels, Greg came upon an adult channel that had some how been activated on the cable. Patrick was in the bathroom shaving when he found it. When Patrick came out, Greg was on the bed with his hand in his underwear, watching it.
Patrick rushed back in the bathroom. Finally, he decided Greg wasn't going to stop and he really didn't know him well enough to make an issue about it, so he decided to just ignore him. He came out and sat down on the other end of the bed. He could hear the sex sounds on the TV and Greg's heavy breathing.
Finally, he turned and looked. A group of clothed women had a naked man pinned down. They were jacking and sucking him. He couldn't take his eyes off the screen. He laid back and watched. His hand crept into his underwear. His cock was hard and his fist closed around it.
"That would be a cool situation to be in." Greg said, startling Patrick.
"Uh yeah, very." Patrick.
"I haven't gotten off sense we got here." Greg said.
"How long do you think we're gonna be stuck here?" Patrick asked.
"It's looking more and more like weeks." Greg said. "I talked to the hotel manager this morning. He thinks we are going to get moved to another hotel soon."
"I hope it's got beds." Patrick said. They watched the movie, silently for a while. The girls captured another guy and stripped him to. Then the threw down and started giving him the treatment. Greg pulled out his dick. It was long and thick. Patrick was amazed at how much it had grown. Huge veins wormed around the shaft. Patrick's own cock was much like it. Patrick loved the feeling of the thick veins in his hand.
Greg became aware of his roomy's eyes on his cock. He purposely held it at the base letting Patrick get a good look at all of it. In his mind, Patrick compared Greg's cock to his. Finally, Greg decided to have some fun. "That's a nice cock you got there buddy." He said.
Patrick jumped like the time his dad walked into the bathroom when he was jacking off in the shower.
Patrick didn't know how to react to the complement other than to return it. "You to." he said.
"Wanna touch it?" Greg asked.
"What....No....I don't.......I...." Patrick stammered.
"No sweat. Mind if I feel your?" Greg asked.
"HUH!" Patrick gasped.
Greg didn't wait for a answer. He reached over and grabbed Patrick's cock. "It's almost exactly like mine. We could be brothers." He said stroking Patrick's cock.
Patrick lay stunned, staring at the big hand wrapped around his cock. It felt so amazing. Greg stroked the full length of the shaft and ran his hand over the head, seeding jolts of sensations through it, into Patrick's brain. Patrick shook each time Greg's hand passed over the sensitive head. Greg ran his thumb around and around the tip. Patrick felt an unfamiliar sensation in his groin. Greg could feel Patrick's cock flexing. He knew it wouldn't take much to get this sexual virgin off. He played with Patrick a little longer, then suddenly he tightened his grip and stroked him faster. Patrick grabbed his arm, but Greg kept going. Patrick let out a loud grunt and his back arched. Then his abs flexed and his load shot up into the air.
Greg kept pumping his dick. Cum was flying in all direction. Patrick had to grab Greg's arm with both of his hands and stop him as his load was spent. He jumped up and ran into the bathroom. Greg laughed and used his cum coated hand to jack himself off.
About an hour later, Patrick came out of the bathroom. Greg had cleaned things up and had his underwear on. He was asleep on the bed. Patrick stared at him, then laid down on the other side.
"Next time I'll suck it for you." Greg said, making Patrick jump again. Patrick didn't sleep all that night thinking about a man sucking his cock. The next morning. Greg woke up with his usual morning wood.
He got up and went in the bathroom to pee. When he dame back, Patrick was sitting on the edge of the bed. Without saying a word, Patrick grabbed Greg as he was about to walk by. He turned him toward him and started sucking his cock. By the time they got their apartments back, Patrick and Greg only needed one.
