College Dormitory Buddies - A Story

[Swimboy87]

Part 1

 

The unusually long monsoon rains that battered the region did little to dissuade Yuuji from tenaciously attacking his laps at the pool or the track whenever there was a respite in the weather. With a sharp dive, he shattered the glassy surface surface of the Olympic-sized swimming pool, sending ripples cascading outward. The tranquil atmosphere after the rain was gleefully interrupted by the rhythmic splashes of Yuuji’s measured pulls and kicks, executed with near-perfect timing. His swimming strokes could easily put any observer into a state of zen. His speed was brisk yet unhurried, laborious yet fluid, intense yet remarkably coordinated—like a finely tuned machine.

 

Yuuji didn’t swim for applause or attention; he was indifferent to others sharing the pool with him. This quiet introvert was accustomed to training solo in his private lap pool back home in Japan. Having transferred to the top university in Singapore for his course, he found himself sharing everything - the pool, the dorm room, even the showers. This drastic change didn’t sit well with him, but his resilient nature meant you’d never hear a hint of complaint from him. Nevertheless, Yuuji is a lone wolf and will always be.
 
Yuuji’s steady momentum was suddenly disrupted by a massive splash as if someone had cannonballed himself into the lane beside him. He quickly refocused and executed a tight flip-turn as he approached the wall. Meanwhile, Baxton hastily pulled down his goggles to catch up with his sole competitor. His loosely fitted Aussiebum nylon trunks nearly slipped off in the rush. Nonetheless, it was amazing how someone with such a muscular build could glide through the water with such finesse and speed.

 

In contrast to Yuuji’s technique, Baxton’s strokes were bold and a bit arrogant. His natural competitiveness drove him to close the gap on anyone he saw as a challenger. Baxton was still feeling the aches from a rugby game the previous day and had intended to take it easy with some recovery laps. The sight of Yuuji’s impressive swimming reignited his competitive spirit. Stroke after stroke, Baxton inched closer and closer to his self-proclaimed rival. Every fiber of his muscles screamed in protest, but his pride wouldn’t let him slow down or give up. He had been drilled to push through, not back down. The duo swam through the waters in near-perfect synchronicity, even as the rain threatened to mar their stellar performance. Yuuji, focused on his pursuit of excellence, and Baxton, intent on besting his rival, remained oblivious to the heavy downpour that had returned with a vengeance. Yuuji had five more laps to go. Baxton was determined to touch every wall just a heartbeat faster than Yuuji, just in case this was Yuuji’s last lap.
 
Despite his fatigue, Baxton couldn’t help but steal glances at his competitor’s striking physique. Yuuji, with his subtle tan, still had a complexion that could be called porcelain-like—flawless and taut. They wrapped around his muscles delicately betraying every fiber, vein, and vessel. The half-Japanese boy was ripped like a runway model. Or, in Baxton’s mind, he resembled the Japanese models from the naughty sites he purveyed every night before he slept. Not the gay ones. The hunks who were fucking girls. Baxton restricted himself to watching certain kinds of visual indulgences, somewhat to reassure himself that he was still walking the straight path. His vigorous climatic endings were timed, however, according to the explosive finishes of the boy hunks. As Baxton glided through the water, his gaze couldn’t help but drift past Yuuji’s stunning abs down to the pristine white arena trunks, which were so low-cut they offered barely concealed the boy’s tool or his bubblicious butt. If it weren’t for the way his muscles craved more blood flow, Baxton’s own dick would have strained against the confines of his snug nylon trunks.
 
Yuuji kept a steady pace throughout his final lap, opting not to make a last-minute dash to outswim Baxton. Almost as soon as he touched the wall, he pulled himself out of the pool in a swift motion and quickly walked away from his unexpected swimming companion. Baxton was taken aback by Yuuji’s utter lack of sociability. He had expected a friendly exchange of sorts, but none was granted. He saw Yuuji slip on swim shorts and scurry off in the pouring rain. What a guy! Baxton took a big gulp of the chlorinated water and sprayed it in the air like an Olympic swimmer finishing his race and sank back into the quietness of the water. Images of Yuuji’s boyish charm and athletic physique floated through his wandering thoughts as he relaxed in the water. “I must meet him again,” he thought.  

 

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For those who enjoyed the Part 1 of this story, stay tuned for the subsequent chapters.

For those who want to savor my previous story "My Triathlete Buddies" you may access them them in the link below.

 

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Edited February 6 by Swimboy87

[Steve5380]

Yes please,  keep writing.  What you describe of your "Yuuji" is what I admire in many Japanese boys. Slim and short, what they can do with their bodies surpasses what other ethnicities can do.  At my age it is not so much sexual excitement anymore,  it is more a likeness of aesthetics.

[kefinloke]

Happy to read your stories again!

[Swimboy87]

Part 2
 
Yuuji could hardly keep his eyes open as he finalized the last touches on his sketch. Anyone familiar with the life of an architecture student knows it's incredibly grueling. Although Yuuji ranked among the top students at his college in Japan, adjusting to life in Singapore was hardly a breeze. The lecturers had high expectations, especially given his father's reputation as a renowned architect behind several notable case studies in their research. The seemingly endless workload forced architecture students to spend late nights at school or pull all-nighters in the hostel. Yuuji was no exception. Alongside his heavy academic responsibilities, he also had to navigate life with his... dormitory mates. Having just received last-minute approval for his dorm application, he found himself randomly plunged into a rowdy sports dormitory. His roommate, Everett, happened to be the rugby team captain. He treated every roommate he ever got as the bane of his existence. Everett had a knack for ensuring every assigned roommate either transferred out or faced a constant barrage of torment, all so he could take full ownership of the room. None of the roommates dared to take on someone as built as Everett. So, one by one, out they went.  
 
The first night Yuuji shifted into his dorm, Everett had a girl sleepover without first informing his new roommate. Yuuji was rudely awakened by the shameless whelps of the girl as the rugby beast pounded her from behind to no end. It happened again two hours later. This time, his eyes opened to the sweaty naked captain carrying and fucking her like a ragdoll. Everett's sexual prowess was well-known among cheerleaders and his rugby teammates. The night's activities left a multitude of sexual thoughts coursing through Yuuji's over-tired mind. Much as he was aroused by the sporadic sex scenes, he was also turned off by the whole shamelessness of the situation. Being an incredibly private person, Yuuji considered sex to be an intimate affair between two individuals, not something to be displayed so frivolously. His first night in the dorm room left him sexually charged, disgusted, and exhausted, all at the same time. His simplistic brain could not make sense of all of it. The mad pounding early in the morning was the last straw. He grabbed his Muji bag pack and stormed out for his gym session before class began.
 
"Cass is staying tonight again. Maybe this whole week. If you mind the noise, stay with a friend."
 
Yuuji was infuriated when he received the obnoxious text from his roommate later that afternoon. Still, he knew better than to lodge a formal complaint. Doing so would incur the wrath of the entire rugby team. After dinner, he found a secluded study table in school to set up camp. He tried to self-soothe by telling himself he had a ton of work to complete anyway. He meticulously wiped down the table's surface before organizing his workspace just as he liked it: drawing charcoal on the left, sketch pad in the center, phone and laptop directly in front, and water bottle to the right. The classical symphonies flowing through his noise-canceling headphones drowned out the annoying sounds of the crickets outside. He was truly in the zone.

 

Yuuji immersed himself in his creativity for hours, losing track of time in the enjoyable rhythm of his work. Some might label him eccentric, but he found great satisfaction in a well-organized schedule incorporating fixed work, exercise, and reading times. He swam thirty laps thrice weekly at the same pace. His fitness routine also included three 10-kilometer runs and four gym workouts—two dedicated to upper body strength, one focused on his lower body, and the last aimed at improving his core strength and flexibility. Yuuji typically went to bed at midnight and rose at seven in the morning. His day began with a refreshing fruit juice and ended with a protein shake. He carefully monitored his intake to reach a daily total of two thousand two hundred calories, which helped him maintain his muscular build and low body fat percentage. While many aspire to a disciplined lifestyle, Yuuji actually lives it. His love for simplicity, neatness, and cleanliness further sets him apart from others, particularly from his rugby roommate, who embodies a much messier lifestyle.
 
Yuuji powered down his workstation at twelve o'clock and rested his head on the table, hoping to grab some sleep in that awkward position. He knew this wasn't a lasting solution, but he needed a full night's uninterrupted rest to get through class the following day. His mind was still clouded with the vivid sex scenes from the night before. The absence of a private space left him feeling sexually pent up without an opportunity for release. While his days were consumed by work, the serenity of the night allowed his imagination to roam freely into the realm of sensuality. An hour later, he jolted awake to find a familiar face with bright, sharp eyes gazing at him.
 
"Hey, swimmer."
 

[Fitrunboy]

Part 1 and 2 are great but your Triathlete Buddies stories are amazing. 

 

Cannot wait to see how the story develops from here. 

[Swimboy87]

Part 3
 
Yuuji rubbed his eyes and glanced at his phone. It was 1:14 AM. Just an hour had passed, and he knew this night would be tough.
 
“Hello.”
 
“If I’m not mistaken, you were swimming beside me in the rain yesterday?” 

 

“Uh, yeah, I was swimming yesterday.” Yuuji finally made eye contact with the tanned, handsome young man.
 
“You’re a great swimmer! I struggled to keep pace with you, especially after my rugby match. We should definitely swim together again. What other sports do you play? By the way, I’m Baxton.”
 
“Thanks! I’m Yuuji. I just moved here.” 

 

“Moved here, as in?” 

 

“I’m a transfer architecture student from Japan. I just started this semester.” 

 

“Wait… are you Everett’s new roommate?!” Baxton’s question caught Yuuji off guard, and he sat up straight. Without needing a reply, Baxton’s expression shifted to one of genuine concern.
 
“You’re here because you got kicked out of your room, aren’t you?” 

 

“No, no, not at all! I just have some work to finish.” Baxton saw right through Yuuji’s flimsy excuse about Everett’s awful behavior. 

 

“You won’t be able to sleep here. Come over to my room. I have a single and a sleeping bag.”
 
Before Yuuji could respond to the offer, Baxton began gathering his things for him.
 
Baxton’s heart raced as they made their way back to the dorms. He couldn’t believe how quickly he had been granted the chance to meet up with his swimmer hunk. Some questions he had harbored now surfaced spontaneously in his mind as they engaged in light conversation. Are tiny white trunks… indicative of homosexual inclinations or just a bold choice of swimwear? Completely ignoring me at the pool… does it mean he’s homophobic or simply hopes to steer clear of any unwanted sexual encounters with guys? Baxton certainly wasn’t hoping for anything out of the ordinary to happen with Yuuji tonight. But his curiosity… or sexual curiosity toward this geeky stud, was surely piqued.
 
Baxton lived just a few doors from Yuuji on the same floor as the other rugby guys. As he swung open the door, a strong wave of Baxton’s musky cologne enveloped Yuuji, hitting him with a sense that was both overwhelming and strangely comforting. He followed closely behind as the door clicked shut, catching a mix of the cologne and Baxton’s natural scent that stirred something deep and satisfying in his gut. Yuuji had always been sensitive to smells, each telling him a story. This particular aroma made him feel that Baxton was strong and manly—almost intimidatingly—but also kind and gentle. It eased his tension despite the chaos he noticed in the room.

 

“I’m really sorry about the mess. Feel free to jump in the shower while I tackle this laundry,” Baxton said, shifting uncomfortably.

 

“No, man, please. I don’t want to be a bother. If you don’t mind, I can fold your laundry and tidy up while you shower,” Yuuji insisted.
 
That was undoubtedly an unexpected request, Baxton mused. Could there be a cultural gap in play? It felt strange for another guy to fold laundry, yet Baxton yielded to the squatter’s earnest plea. With a touch of hesitation and a hint of mischief, he peeled off his rugby jersey and shorts, striding over to toss them into the laundry basket dressed only in his black Nike jockstrap. He was acutely aware of his near-nakedness and the intense gaze of Yuuji.

 

“Do you mind putting a fresh bedsheet on for me? It’s in the basket right under the bed. You’ll sleep on the bed tonight while I take the sleeping bag… No arguments, please. I insist. After all, in Japanese culture, treating guests with respect is a top priority, right?”
 
Yuuji quickly tackled the laundry and bedsheets while Baxton enjoyed a long shower in the ensuite bathroom. This room was a world apart from his twin; for one, it had a proper toilet door. In contrast, his room had a moldy shower curtain as the only barrier. The persistent, sweaty stench of dirty laundry was a constant assault on anyone brave enough to step inside. Yuuji often wondered how any girl could tolerate sleeping in that room with Everett. Baxton’s room, in comparison, smelled wonderful—even his laundry had a fresh scent. Yuuji took a clean, folded jersey and pressed it against his face, taking a deep breath. Ahhh… it almost felt like… home. While Baxton relaxed in the shower, Yuuji indulged in his favorite pastime—organizing everything neatly. He folded Baxton’s jerseys, shorts, and even his well-worn jockstraps and boxer shorts with meticulous care, just like his mother taught him.
 
As Yuuji took out the new bedsheet, he smiled as he stumbled upon the tube of KY lubricant and the transparent fleshlight by his bedside lamp. The sight of Baxton in his jockstrap, coupled with his sex toy, seemed to gradually shift Yuuji’s view of Baxton from a kind stranger… to a sexy rugby hunk. Yuuji had always been sure of his own sexuality. He liked guys. Strong, muscular, manly guys. Guys like Baxton. However, Yuuji chastised himself with mental restraint like none other. He knew the societal and familial backlash he would receive if anyone had uncovered his inclinations. Thus, he denied any opportunity for romantic relationships or lust-filled quickies. He kept himself pure.    
 
Surprisingly, Yuuji never found himself captivated by pornography like many of his peers. Perhaps it was because his friends in Japan only introduced him to straight films, or maybe he simply valued genuine intimacy over mere visual indulgences. Without a doubt, Yuuji was a disciplined twenty-year-old, yet he couldn’t ignore the growing sexual awareness that came with approaching his twenties. He had begun to experience more frequent nocturnal emissions, mainly when he couldn’t act on his desires. His sexual daydreams were becoming increasingly vivid, especially as he found himself drawn to the more attractive men his age.
 
Yuuji’s flurry of activities was pleasantly interrupted by Baxton stepping out of the steamy shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Edited February 8 by Swimboy87

[Steve5380]

Your Yuuji seems to portray well a Japanese intellectual young man.  He is also smart about his sexuality.  And...  I suspect where your literary romance is heading towards now... 

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Edited February 8 by Steve5380

[thickpec]

Nice cliffhanger! Hope to read about more about the relationship of Yuuji and Baxton soon! 😛

[Swimboy87]

Part 4

 

“Hey, thanks for folding all my laundry! Sorry about the mess again. Let’s put on the new bedsheet together—I’ll take this side.”

 

As they pulled off the old bedsheet, Baxton’s iPad slipped out from under the blanket and thudded onto the floor. Yuuji quickly picked it up, feeling a bit guilty, and turned it on to check its condition.

 

“It should be fine, no worries,” Baxton said, rushing over from his side of the bed to grab it.

 

Yuuji glanced at the screen and couldn’t help but break into a huge grin before handing it back to Baxton. It turned out to be one of his Japanese video clips from a rather questionable website, featuring a handsome guy in swimming trunks alongside a masked girl. Baxton’s face turned beet red as he fumbled to turn it off, at a complete loss for how to respond to the embarrassing discovery.

 

“It’s my turn to take a shower,” Yuuji said politely, gently pulling Baxton out of his embarrassment.

 

Yuuji was taken aback by the luxurious Aesop toiletries used by the rugged hunk. He found himself captivated by the Germanium-scented shower gel as he applied it to his tired muscles. It was well past his usual bedtime, and a warm, soothing shower was exactly what he needed to help his weary body wind down and recover.

 

“Hey, Baxton, could you grab my shampoo from the front pouch of my bag?” he asked, knowing that Baxton used a menthol shampoo that was a bit too intense for his scalp.

Without warning, Baxton burst into the shower quicker than anticipated, shampoo in hand. Yuuji quickly turned his back to Baxton in surprise. The stunning bathroom, the delightful fragrances, and all the sensual elements Yuuji had experienced over the past two days had become overwhelming for the young man to handle. Baxton caught a glimpse of his beautiful Japanese uncut dick before he managed to hide it. His cute five-incher had been growing in eagerness to be touched. If he wasn’t mistaken, Yuuji was cleanly shaved with absolutely no trace of any stubbles.

 

“Oh…You can leave it on the floor. Thanks, bro.”

 

Baxton lingered on helplessly at the sight of this artistic sculpture of a stud. While Yuuji didn’t have the broadest shoulders, his well-defined deltoids made his frame wider, especially as they tapered to a slim waist. Yuuji’s muscles undulated beneath his skin as he reached back to scrub his back. The curve of his spine was highlighted by the tautness of his skin, leading Baxton’s gaze down to Yuuji’s bubble butt. Baxton couldn’t help but think about how powerful those two beautiful buns were, especially after witnessing Yuuji’s flutter kicks in the pool.

 

“Baxton…” Yuuji’s voice broke through Baxton’s daydream, instantly snapping him back to reality. He quickly left the shower room, hoping to hide the noticeable bulge in his towel from all the ogling he had been doing. 

 

Yuuji emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, looking incredibly appealing and smelling delightful. Baxton had already changed into his boxer shorts and was sprawled out on his sleeping bag, which served as a thin mattress. 

 

“Baxton, thanks for letting me crash here tonight. I really hope I can get back to my room tomorrow.” “Hey, it’s not right for you to sleep on a bench. Let me see what I can do to sort things out with Everett in the morning.”

 

“Thanks so much. I really owe you one. But I have another favor to ask… I didn’t expect to be here tonight, so I didn’t pack anything, and I really don’t want to return to my room for it. Would it be okay if I slept in my jeans on your bed?” Yuuji asked shyly.

 

“There’s no way you’ll get a good night’s sleep in those jeans. Even with the fan on high, it’ll be super uncomfortable. Do you have a clean pair of underwear with you? If not, I can lend you my boxers,” came the reply.

 

“Hmmm… alright, I’ll wear yours. I promise I’ll wash them before giving them back,” Yuuji said, embarrassed to ask for help. He was naturally very independent.

 

Turning away from Baxton’s direct gaze, Yuuji slipped into a pair of his white boxers, which were a size too big. He had to hold onto the worn waistband to keep them up. The cotton had thinned to the point of being almost sheer, and the buttons had long since disappeared, leaving a breezy gap for ventilation.

   

“Sorry about the old boxers! But trust me, they’re way more comfortable than my rugby shorts or those skinny jeans. I usually sleep naked, but when I have guests or a roommate, I make an effort to wear something at least.”

 

“No, really, I appreciate your hospitality. You do not need to put on something just because I’m here. You can sleep naked if you want. I already feel bad for the inconvenience I’ve caused you.”

 

Baxton burst out laughing at how overly polite Yuuji was being, which was something he had heard about Japanese culture but was now witnessing firsthand. Yuuji looked a bit puzzled by Baxton’s sudden laughter.

 

“Sorry, man. You can drop the formalities with me. Just relax. We’re not in Japan, so be yourself around me. Fine, I’ll take off my boxers after we turn off the lights, alright? It’s almost two-thirty. Do you have class in the morning?” Yuuji nodded with a slight delight and then flopped onto Baxton’s bed. Baxton’s easygoing attitude seemed to help Yuuji unwind; he could see the tension in Yuuji’s shoulders start to melt away.

[Swimboy87]

 

Part 5
 
Once the lights went out, Baxton took a final leak and emerged from the bathroom, still wearing his boxers. A sliver of moonlight seeped through the drawn curtains, just enough to highlight his impressive physique. His rugby training had turned his arms into thick, muscular ropes, veins snaking through them like rivers of strength. Baxton looked like he could easily lift Yuuji with just one arm, and that thought was certainly on his mind. Although he wasn’t the team captain, his physique could easily rival Everett’s muscular frame.

 

Yuuji’s eyes lingered on Baxton’s broad, commanding chest as he made his way over to his sleeping bag. The two firm pectorals were smooth and polished, glowing bronze from their sun-soaked training sessions. Yuuji noticed a single bead of sweat trickling down the ridge between them and vanishing into the valley of his sternum. While Baxton wasn’t as ripped as Yuuji, the defined contours of his abdominal muscles still spoke volumes about his core strength. Yuuji scrutinized the upper half of Baxton’s body with such intensity that it made Baxton feel a bit self-conscious.

 

He refrained from letting his gaze drift lower, knowing that such liberties could easily lead him to cross boundaries he had been careful to avoid for years. However, Yuuji’s dick was responding to the visual stimulation more honestly than Yuuji would have afforded himself. The tenting in his loose boxers was undeniably apparent, even though he was oblivious to this development.
 
“Are you zoning out or just admiring my body?” The direct question hit Yuuji, making him realize his wandering gaze had been caught. 

 

“I… I’m… sorry. I didn’t mean to stare; I was just lost in thought.” Yuuji’s nervous stuttering completely undermined his excuse. 

 

“Hahaha… I’m just messing with you. I’ve been pushing myself in training for the upcoming rugby season, hitting the gym more often and stepping up the intensity. I can bench 200 pounds now! What do you think of my chest?” 

 

Baxton then proceeded to flex his chest and arms in different poses, entirely at ease like a seasoned bodybuilder. Yuuji could see Baxton’s pride in his impressive physique, and rightfully so. 

 

“Impressive.” Yuuji tried to keep his praise in check, afraid it might reveal his deeper attractions.
 
“Come on. Impressive? I worked hard for these muscles. They’re not just for show… they’re solid as a rock. Go ahead, touch them.” Baxton’s confidence was teetering on the edge of narcissism, a side of him that Yuuji hadn’t noticed at first. He plopped down at the edge of the bed and yanked Yuuji up by his wrist with an assertive tug. Yuuji’s reserved demeanor had been railroaded by Baxton’s shamelessness. Baxton took Yuuji’s hand and placed it on his bulging biceps, flexing dramatically. 
 
Yuuji gave a cursory squeeze to those muscles before sliding his hand up to Baxton’s delts, offering a gentle massage before pulling back.

 

“You’ve got to show me how to level up at the gym.”

 

“The secret is really in lifting heavy weights. Don’t waste your effort on easy, high-rep sets…” Baxton resumed, taking Yuuji’s hand and placing it on his chest to continue explaining.
 
“These muscles right here? I hit them with 3 sets of 3 reps each. But I make sure they feel the burn…” Baxton’s voice faded into the background as Yuuji focused entirely on the hunk before him. He knew he was enjoying this moment a bit too much, but he had never been so tactile with another guy, especially not someone as built as Baxton. 

 

He traced his fingers over the muscle fibers that spanned across Baxton’s chest, marking the contours of each half. His index finger slowly glided down the smooth ridge at the center and inched its way along the right underside toward that beautiful, soft nipple he longed to plant his lips on. His throbbing tool was begging for satisfaction, but Yuuji was fully enthralled by the gorgeous specimen in front of him. He pressed his entire palm against Baxton’s chest, enjoying the sensation with gentle tugs and squeezes. What had become of the disciplined and self-controlled person he had always prided himself on being? Yuuji wondered.

 

Baxton was so indulged in his own soliloquy that Yuuji felt a certain freedom to take it further. Yuuji’s palm slid calmly over Baxton’s right areola with the touch of his fingers trailing off on the nipple itself.
 
Baxton gradually went silent. He knew his ramblings were falling on deaf ears as Yuuji secured his chest as his personal playground. Yuuji didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Like a moth drawn to the light, Yuuji used both his hands and repeated the same motion on Baxton’s chest with such intentionality to arouse him. This time, his thumbs pressed in a little on Baxton’s nipples as his palms trailed off.
 
Baxton gasped and let out a hint of a moan. Yuuji realized he had gone too far for too long and pulled back immediately.
 
“You have a very nice chest yourself, bro. Mind if I touch it?” Baxton’s urges had been triggered. He wanted to be respectful to his guest, but his own passions were kindled within his boxers.
 
“Hmm… sure,” Yuuji instinctively knew he had just given consent to have sexual relations with another guy. He also knew that all logic, reason, and propriety would have gone out of the window if Baxton manhandled his chest with his big, calloused hands. Everything within him pulled on the emergency brakes, and a yawn came out of his mouth.
 
“I’m getting sleepy. I have a morning class. Can we talk tomorrow instead?” Yuuji lay down on his pillow. He suddenly became very aware that his erect dick was tenting in his boxers, almost protruding out of them from the gaping hole. Yet, he couldn’t risk paying more attention to it by covering it up with his hands.

 

Baxton sat there for a moment, perturbed by the abrupt end to their night.
 
“Alright. Goodnight bro. Good talk. Have a good rest.”
 
Baxton flopped onto his bed, casually kicked off his boxers, and made a clean toss into the laundry basket, all in one fluid motion. He had sent a bold final signal. An indication of attraction. An expression of intention. The sensual touching of his ripped admirer has launched massive 7-incher into a fully erection. Should Yuuji turn sideways to peer down at him from his bed, he would have been entrapped by Baxton’s delicious bait. Yuuji froze while his dick throbbed like it was climaxing. Yet, he fought hard to remain still until he could hear Baxton’s light snoring. It wasn’t long before he drifted into a night filled with sensual dreams about his kind benefactor.
 

[thickpec]

Nice and erotic! Keep it going man!

[Naveyafluz]

Nice story, can't wait for more parts to be published. 

[singalion]

 

Spoiler:

I only hope it is not going to  be one of those imaginary stories of trying to turn a straight guy into a gay.

Because that's not realistic...

[Swimboy87]

  On 2/11/2025 at 3:57 AM, singalion said:

 

Spoiler:

I only hope it is not going to  be one of those imaginary stories of trying to turn a straight guy into a gay.

Because that's not realistic...

Expand  

 

haha... well said.

[Beach19]

Awww man...beautiful young love and youthful lust. These boys are so hot together....more pls! 😊

[Swimboy87]

Part 6

 

A thank-you note rested atop the neatly folded boxers, the only trace of Yuuji’s presence from the night before at Baxton’s. Even after a late night, Yuuji was already up and off to the gym at the crack of dawn. The sight of the naked rugby hunk sleeping beside him had tempted him to linger a bit longer than usual. Baxton’s iron buns with his rugby shorts tan lines and a back view of his gigantic balls ensured that Yuuji’s morning wood remained upright in his jeans. It’s been a few days since Yuuji had the opportunity to release and it’s almost driving him nuts. He refused to lower himself to the point of taking care of business in a cramped, unsanitary campus restroom with someone taking a dump in the other cubicle. However, after all the visual distractions he’s faced over the last couple of days, he could feel his usual self-control beginning to slip.

“Thank you for your kind hospitality. Please don’t trouble yourself with Everett, I’ll return back to my room tonight. When you are free, please allow me to treat you a meal to return the favor. – Yuuji”

Baxton was both amused and touched by how formal Yuuji had reverted to when he read the note. He wanted to respond, but then he realized they hadn’t exchanged any contact information. What a disciplined kid, Baxton thought as he stepped into the shower. In fact, thoughts of his new friend lingered throughout the day. Whether he was powering through classes, devouring his meals, or training with the guys late into the night, Yuuji’s face would pop into his mind unexpectedly. It didn’t bother him at all. In fact, he welcomed the pleasant distraction with open arms.

Baxton’s schedule was packed back to back, beginning with his core mod classes and ending with an extended night team training. As he gathered up his rugby equipment and locked up the storeroom for the night, Baxton decided to take a detour while the rest of the team headed back to the dorm. He had a suspicious feeling someone was in need of rescuing.

“Hey swimmer.”

The scene felt almost like déjà vu as Yuuji looked up from his daze, embarrassment washing over him at the realization that his lie had been found out. He was bracing himself to spend another night on the benches.

“Come on. Let’s go. I’ll grab some clean clothes from your room.”

Yuuji remained silent, offering no resistance to Baxton’s kindness. He felt unworthy of such generosity, yet he had to admit that last night had been the best sleep he’d had since arriving in Singapore. As he trailed slightly behind Baxton on the way back, he could no longer hold back his tears. The overwhelming sense of helplessness was a feeling Yuuji had never experienced before. Forced into a situation of dependence that he despised more than anything, he struggled with his emotions. While Baxton could hear the soft sobs behind him, he refrained from attempting to comfort Yuuji, not wanting to embarrass him further. Though Baxton's restraint might have come across as indifference, Yuuji appreciated the space to process his feelings while still holding onto a sense of dignity.

“I’ll grab some fresh clothes for you from your room. Why don’t you head straight to mine? The code is 9023.” Yuuji felt a childlike relief at Baxton’s firm and commanding tone, which was oddly comforting—as if someone was looking out for him.

The conversations between the two weary boys at the start of the night were brief yet polite exchanges. After showering, Yuuji automatically slipped into a pair of boxers from Baxton’s wardrobe, even though Baxton had grabbed his Yukata shorts for him. A big smile spread across Baxton’s face when he saw how adorable Yuuji looked lying on his bed in his boxers. As he turned off the lights, he let the towel around his waist drop and walked over to Yuuji.

“Goodnight, bro. You’ll be crashing with me for the next two weeks while we figure out your living situation.”

Once again, Baxton left no room for Yuuji to argue. Besides, Yuuji was too mesmerized by Baxton’s sculpted physique to find the words. He couldn't help but notice how Baxton’s muscles were still bulging from his intense rugby training earlier.

His eyes followed the contours of his obliques and the veins along his pelvic lines that eventually led right to his well-trimmed pubes. But his heart skipped a beat when he observed Baxton’s huge swinging jewels as he walked toward him. It was almost surreal. The length and girth of his shaft persuaded Yuuji that he’s looking at a semi-erect dick. Baxton’s foreskin shielded half of his mushroom head leaving a pinkish tip peeking out at him. Yuuji wondered how much torture this nudist hunk is going to put him through for the next two weeks. With no outlet for release, Yuuji had been getting erections in the most random times and places. He even thought about how he needed to wake up before Baxton every morning so as to calm his morning erections to avoid any embarrassing situation.

“Still admiring my body, huh?” Baxton said, flexing his muscles confidently as he caught Yuuji holding his gaze longer than usual. 

“Since we’re still awake, would you mind if I learned a bit more about my temporary roommate?” It seemed Baxton was eager for a deeper connection beyond just physical attraction to the Japanese stud. 

“Sure… to be honest, I haven’t had a decent conversation since I got here. My classmates formed cliques during the school orientations I missed. You’re really my first friend,” Yuuji admitted, feeling a sense of comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time.

 

“Tell me about your home in Japan. You mentioned something about Fukuoka earlier.” 

“Well, you remembered right! I grew up in Fukuoka but later moved to Tokyo to study architecture and urban design at the University of Tokyo. About Fukuoka…” Yuuji noticed Baxton kneeling by his bedside, intent on listening.

 

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Please feel free to move closer. You can lie beside me if you want.”

“Are you sure? I can just lay on my sleeping bag,” Baxton replied, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

“Your mattress is almost as wide as a double. It should fit us both just fine. But if you’d rather, I can sleep on the floor for these two weeks.”

Without needing another invitation, Baxton eagerly moved his pillow onto the bed and lay down next to his new roommate. While Yuuji was right about the bed’s size, Baxton’s larger frame made for a snug fit for the two athletes, though neither of them minded. 

As Yuuji talked about the rolling flower fields of Nokonoshima, the sparkling waters of Momochi Beach, and the network of waterways that wound through his hometown, his enthusiasm grew. He described the sights, the sounds, the smells… and the delectable tastes of Hakata ramen and other local delicacies. Fukuoka was more than just a place for Yuuji. It was a tapestry of experiences from his childhood. Sharing these memories with Baxton stirred feelings of home and fond memories of family.

With Baxton’s curious questions, Yuuji found himself opening up, talking for over an hour. It was as if the shy, soft-spoken boy had transformed, expressing himself with newfound joy. Even though Baxton eventually drifted off to sleep, Yuuji took no offense. He was simply grateful to have found a new friend—someone he felt he could trust in this foreign land.

Yuuji gazed warmly at Baxton as his breathing turned into soft snores. He could have admired the view for hours if it weren’t for his own drowsiness. Turning cautiously toward Baxton, Yuuji wrapped an arm around his waist, planted a gentle kiss on the edge of his shoulder, and whispered, “Thank you.” 
 

Edited February 14 by Swimboy87

[Swimboy87]

Part 7

 

Yuuji and Baxton juggled schedules that far exceeded the typical college student’s. Yuuji was an architecture major with a demanding workout regimen, while Baxton, an Arts student, was eyeing a chance to represent Singapore in rugby at the SEA Games. Every moment of their day was dedicated to their relentless pursuit of excellence in their respective fields. They worked tirelessly, driven by a youthful ambition that surged within them as if they had something to prove to the world.

Amid their hectic schedules, they somehow managed to swim or run together every day for the past month. Yuuji typically used his hour-long workouts as a break from human interaction, yet he found himself wanting Baxton to join him during those introverted moments. The intensity and pace of their training left little room for catching their breath, let alone chatting. However, the sweetness of their growing friendship shone through in the spontaneous laughter that erupted after they collapsed at the end of each 400-meter sprint. Their hearts warmed as they locked eyes during every synchronized stroke in the pool, feeling an unspoken connection despite the few words exchanged. Yuuji’s subtle smiles whenever they met or crossed paths invigorated Baxton like nothing else could. So many emotions have been transacted between them with so few words exchanged. Yuuji’s subtle smiles whenever they crossed paths reenergized Baxton in a way that no can of Redbull ever could.

What both of them looked forward to most, even if they didn’t realize it, was the end of the day when they could retreat to their dorm room… to each other. Baxton’s playful banter and contagious laughter never failed to lift Yuuji’s spirits, providing a welcomed escape from the day’s stresses. Yuuji eagerly soaked in Baxton’s rugby stories and gossip, intrigued by what he found fascinating about a sport he had never been into. Perhaps it was the tales themselves, or the punchlines, or it was simply Baxton. The childlike enthusiasm of this charming jock trying to explain rugby rules was utterly captivating. Each time Baxton spoke, Yuuji felt his emotions stirred like water drawn from a deep well in his heart.

Yuuji would wait until Baxton fell asleep before quietly moving down to his sleeping bag to give him a gentle hug. There were countless moments when Yuuji wrestled with the idea of compromising his values, but he was unwilling to take that risk. He didn’t want to overstep Baxton’s boundaries and jeopardize their friendship, especially since Baxton had always treated him with such kindness and respect. What made things even more complicated was that Yuuji had no clear sense of Baxton’s sexual orientation or whether he felt any attraction toward him. Yet, the month that passed felt like pure bliss for Yuuji—he hadn’t experienced this kind of happiness in a long time. Although he knew the two-week deadline had long passed, Baxton hadn’t updated anything about his living situation. If Yuuji were being honest, he didn’t want to leave Baxton’s place at all, and the thought of moving back in with Everett was far from appealing.

Yuuji’s friendship with Baxton had a remarkable effect, gradually melting away his icy demeanor and enabling him to open up to other Singaporeans, leading to new friendships. After the first two weeks, Baxton noticed that Yuuji began dining with residents from different dormitory floors. Although Baxton wished he could keep Yuuji all to himself, he felt genuinely happy to see Yuuji blending in well with the social scene of college life. There was a slight tinge of jealousy when he observed Yuuji laughing and chatting with his new friends outside of his circle, but Baxton couldn’t abandon his rugby mates to join them. His rugby team was more burly and boisterous, while Yuuji’s friends carried a more athletic and aesthetically pleasing presence, preferring quieter interactions. Although both groups were envied by their non-athletic peers, they remained as distinct as oil and water, rarely mixing.

“Hey, you’re finally back! Come on over and join me. I just started the second episode.” Baxton shifted, making room on the bed for Yuuji to join him for another episode of Singles Inferno.

“You started without me?” Yuuji replied, feigning surprise.

“Of course not… well… I just couldn’t stand that cliffhanger from last night.”

“Let me take a quick shower first. I just finished an intense workout with my friends.” Yuuji pulled off his T-shirt, revealing the results of his hard work. He noticed Baxton’s gaze instantly shift from the laptop screen to his sculpted physique as if he were a powered-up Dragonball Saiyan warrior. It seemed the tables had turned, with Baxton now openly admiring his roommate. Usually, Yuuji would only remove his clothes in the bathroom. He cast off his inhibition tonight, secretly hoping to give his admirer an authentic inferno experience. 

“Today, my friends mentioned an expedition to Everest Base Camp in Nepal during the upcoming break, and I’m considering joining them. What do you think?” Instead of rushing into the shower, Yuuji took his time to stretch every sculpted muscle in his upper body, his impressive chest expanding with a deep pectoral stretch that held Baxton’s gaze. 

“Looks like you’re really getting along with the other residents, huh?” Baxton couldn’t help but keep his jealousy in check, but Yuuji sensed it quietly lingering beneath the surface. 

“Yeah, I’ve usually been more of a loner, but since meeting you, I’ve pushed myself to step outside my comfort zone. I’ve connected with a couple of people from this group, and they’ve made me feel right at home. I really appreciate you always looking out for me.” Yuuji’s words were filled with genuine gratitude, yet they did little to lighten Baxton’s envy. However, Yuuji’s next move served as a distraction, pulling Baxton from his conflicted thoughts. 

Yuuji casually undid his front button of his jeans, and with his thumbs tucked under the waistband, he pulled them off in front of Baxton, revealing a pure white underwear that snugly hugged his form. Afterward, Yuuji bent down to pick up his tee from the floor, turned around with playful intent, and tossed it into the laundry basket. Baxton swallowed hard as he realized Yuuji’s underwear was actually a Y-back thong that left little to the imagination, fully showcasing Yuuji’s bubble butt in a way that made it impossible for Baxton to look away.

“So… what do you think?” Yuuji tried to sound relaxed.  

“I… I… I think… I don’t see many guys pulling off this style. But you definitely make it work, especially with… you know, your butt.” Baxton stumbled over his words, aiming to compliment Yuuji without coming across as gay.  

“I was talking about the Everest Base Camp trip!” Yuuji interrupted Baxton’s captivated gaze with his clarification.  

“Well… my parents always aimed to revive a traditional Japanese lifestyle—focusing on purification habits, specific diets, and even having us wear fundoshi outside of ritual days. So instead of that old loincloth, I decided to wear y-back thongs when I came to Singapore.” Yuuji tried to mask his self-consciousness by explaining his outfit choice.  

“No, really, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. You look fantastic in it.” Baxton felt his cheeks heat up as the words tumbled out.  

“Is it comfortable? Don’t you feel like something’s stuck in there?” Baxton couldn’t shake off what he was seeing. Yuuji stepped right in front of him, positioning himself with his back to Baxton, who was now sitting near the edge of the bed.

“See this string here?” Yuuji said as he traced his finger along the Y-back strings, gently pulling the central string away from his butt cheeks. Baxton instinctively reached out and held it between his fingers.

“As long as you choose one that isn’t too tight, it should be fine. Plus, this material is really soft,” Yuuji explained.

Baxton’s fingers moved freely along the string, tracing a path from the top down to the bottom. His index finger glided smoothly until it gently brushed against Yuuji’s perineum. The gentle brush of Baxton’s finger sent a subtle jolt of electricity coursing through him. Yuuji did his utmost to suppress any reaction.

“… this part here, does the string rub against it or cause any abrasion?” Yuuji could sense that Baxton’s questions were just a pretext to get closer, and he was more than willing to play along. 

“Not if you keep it clean-shaven like I do.” That was Yuuji’s cue for Baxton to take his fondling a little further. Baxton eagerly accepted the challenge as he ran his fingers around Yuuji’s boy hole. 

“It’s really smooth... I can imagine that shaving those areas might be quite tricky. You did an excellent job with it. Especially this part around the butt hole and… the part under it.” As Baxton gave himself a free-and-easy tour, he had no idea Yuuji’s throbbing dick was already oozing precum all over the front pouch. The sexual tension was beyond belief. Other than Yuuji’s nipples, his boy hole, his perineum, and his inner thighs were his arousal trigger spots, and Baxton was having a field day with them. After two weeks of not masturbating, Yuuji was primed for an explosive finish. Every worry that once held him back was no longer in sight. His dick was crying out for Baxton to take it to the point of no return.  

“You should hop in the shower. We can squeeze in an episode before calling it a night.” Baxton, having exhausted all his excuses to keep on touching Yuuji, finally had to let his roommate go.

“Hey, can you tell me more about this trip? When exactly is it happening? Who’s organizing it? And how much is it going to cost?” Baxton casually followed Yuuji into the bathroom and kept the conversation going while he sat on the toilet seat. As Yuuji took off his white thong, his hard dick sprang to life, having been released from the confines of the thong pouch. Thank goodness he was still able to hide it from Baxton’s view. 

“Reuben is the main organizer of the trek. Apparently, he’s done it a few times and is directly coordinating with a tour agency in Nepal. We will fly off the first week of their summer break. The group is quite diverse, mostly from the usual crowd from our dinner gatherings, but they all live in this dormitory…” Yuuji took the time to share all the program details as he lathered himself with shampoo and shower gel. Baxton felt his jealousy simmering as Yuuji spoke about the friends he felt such an instant connection with. Three weeks in the mountains could spell a watering down of his own friendship with Yuuji, and he worried that Yuuji might end up moving in with someone else afterward.  

“Can I come along?” The words escaped Baxton’s lips before he had a chance to think it through. 

“Really?! You want to join us? That’s awesome! Yes, there are still spots available, and I’ll be glad for you to come!” Yuuji turned toward Baxton with such exuberance that he totally forgot about his soapy dick that was pointing straight at Baxton’s face.

“I can talk to Reuben about it. I’m sure it won’t be a problem. Do you have the funds for this? If not, I’d be happy to help you out.”  Yuuji’s enthusiasm helped Baxton realize that his fears were misplaced. It became clear to him just how much Yuuji valued their friendship. Yuuji’s hard dick bounced around, waving like a victory flagpole as he jumped for joy when Baxton agreed to go. Baxton almost never seen Yuuji so elated. 

That night, after the show had wrapped up and Baxton had settled into his usual light snoring, Yuuji quietly climbed down onto Baxton’s sleeping bag. With care, he lifted Baxton’s strong arm and nestled himself into a spooning position, feeling the warmth of Baxton’s body envelop him from behind. Within moments, Yuuji felt Baxton’s powerful arm pulling him in closer, wrapping him in a tight embrace. Yuuji felt the warmth of Baxton’s naked body press against his bare back. He had never been this physically close to another guy before. His heart beat with incredible nervous energy while he savored every second of it. Baxton’s large, comforting hand glided along his torso, over Yuuji’s chiseled abs, before coming to a rest on his chest. Yuuji wasn’t sure if Baxton had stirred, but his seven-inch tool pressed against Yuuji’s butt was definitely awakened. Everything Yuuji was doing with Baxton felt completely out of character. Without a doubt, Yuuji was slowly but surely starting to fall for his kind benefactor. Before dawn broke, Yuuji released himself from Baxton’s embrace and shifted up onto his own bed. Yuuji was smitten, but also careful. He was in a foreign land after all.      
  

[Aquaman01]

Oh mine. That’s a cliffhanger story!! 
camping for more…. 😋

[Swimboy87]

Part 8

 

In contrast to Baxton's previous team at his old boys' school, this college rugby team comprised guys who were more mature and welcoming. They had started to notice their star player's new roommate making late-night entrances and early-morning exits. Some of the friendlier teammates, like Dominic, Lance, and Rayyan, took the initiative to strike up lighthearted conversations with Yuuji in the pantry whenever they crossed paths. Yuuji found himself growing in ways he never imagined in this new environment, far removed from the overly comfortable life he had back home. For the first time, Yuuji felt like he belonged to a social group that he genuinely enjoyed, and he was even starting to earn his place among Baxton's rugby mates. Most importantly, Yuuji and Baxton thrived in their close friendship, fully embracing the excitement of campus life. It was clear they were relishing these carefree moments together, and it all felt almost too good to be true in this unfolding chapter of their lives.

Yuuji grabbed his empty bottle and headed toward the pantry in the middle of the night to refill it. He could tell from afar that the light in the pantry was activated by someone's presence in it. He identified the familiar laughter. As he approached the doorway, he overheard his name mentioned in their midnight thoughtless chatter.

 

"Man… Yuuji would make a great addition to our team if he had rugby experience. We can recommend him to Coach. I've seen him on the track with Baxton, and he's fast. We need someone like him for sure." Rayyan's compliment made Yuuji smile, knowing he was admired even by Baxton's teammates. 

 

"Haha… Rayyan, you damn gay leh. I let your girlfriend know you've been stalking a hot guy." Dominic joked. 

 

"Fuck you. Haha… but if I'm gay, I for sure go for Yuuji. I like Japanese girls, and his ass looks damn fuckable." Rayyan's comment sounded gay, but he was as straight as he was crude in his expression. Yuuji couldn't help but stifle a laugh at Rayyan's unapologetically honest take on himself. After all, he was proud of his physique. He had put in the work to achieve it. As the banter continued, Yuuji found himself caught up in their lighthearted exchange, thoroughly enjoying the humor that unfolded.

Rayyan turned on the offense: "Anyway, you don't talk rubbish. You're the one who has been talking to him the most, asking him about Japan and his home and his family. You interested ah? Don't worry, I don't judge. Some guys like girls, some girls like girls, some guys like guys. If you like him, I fully support you, bro."

Lance quickly jumped in on that note, "Bro, you're new to our team, so you don't yet know Dom happens to be one of the hottest commodities back in our JC among the guys."

"Come on, which girl or guy would not want a piece of this?" Dom flexed his impressively bulging biceps and triceps, showcasing them like prized trophies. His beautifully sculpted physique, accentuated by his deep bronze complexion, made him look as though he were ready for a bodybuilding competition at any moment.

"For real, bro? You're into boys, huh?" Rayyan didn't realize he had stepped on a truth bomb with his jesting. 

"Yeah, it's no secret and no big deal. But I don't do labels. Let's just say I'm into beautiful people…" Dom's coming out to Rayyan was refreshingly nonchalant, "and that Yuuji is definitely a beautiful specimen of a guy."

"Maybe you're too late, bro. Baxton might already be fucking him with his huge dick." Lance's comment tried to dampen Dom's spirits, but it fell flat.

"Dude, I've been buddies with Baxton since we first joined the school team at thirteen. If that block of wood is gay, he would have already been mine. Jess, Anna, and Rachel – three girlfriends in four years. That guy is as straight as my dick whenever I talk to Yuuji, bro." Rayyan laughed so hard his sides ached at Dom's shameless confession. 

Yuuji stepped away from the pantry, his bottle as empty as the ache in his heart. Though he was flattered by Dom's infatuation, his heart belonged to someone else… someone supposedly unreachable. He understood all too well that investing emotions in a straight guy was a recipe for heartbreak. As he returned to his room, he sank onto his bed, overwhelmed by Dom's enthusiastic descriptions of his long-time buddy. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he reflected on his own foolishness for not guarding his heart better. That night, Yuuji lay at the edge of his bed, staring at his rugby hunk, tears streaming down his cheeks. He grieved a precious connection that had never truly begun, a painful loss that made little sense to anyone else but weighed heavily on him. His only consolation came from the fact that he had kept his attraction to Baxton a secret, which offered him a sliver of comfort in his heartbreak.

The first rays of morning light filtered through the half-open curtains, casting golden beams across Baxton's broad, sculpted chest as he sprawled across his sleeping bag. Blinking the last remnants of sleep from his puppy eyes, he came into a full stretch as his arms extended above his head and his chiseled torso tightened. Baxton's right hand moved instinctively down to his balls to give them a gentle massage. His glove size could only be matched by the gigantic proportion of those low-hanging fruits. From the time puberty hit him, Baxton learned to wear a supportive jockstrap whenever he played sports to keep his sizeable jewels from injury. He filled up those spacious pouches much earlier than his peers. His morning ritual kicked into motion with his right hand on his balls and his left massaging his chest area, causing his morning wood to throb with youthful virility. 

Before Baxton could continue, he noticed Yuuji's gentle breathing, a reminder that he wasn't alone in the room. Typically, Yuuji would be long gone by the time Baxton woke up. Instantly, he stilled his movements and propped himself up to take a look at his roommate. Yuuji's breathing was slow and steady, his sculpted chest rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence. As Baxton rested his head on the bed, he was blessed with the opportunity to scrutinize Yuuji's beautiful frame with intense precision. He studied Yuuji's high cheekbones and chiseled features, marveling at how they combined to create a boyish charm that made his heart flutter. Baxton felt a different kind of attraction towards Yuuji compared to his past girlfriends; it went beyond Yuuji's enviable physique. It was about Yuuji himself—his innocence, childlike nature, discipline, politeness, and kindness. As Baxton explored his feelings, his gaze was inadvertently drawn to the growing tent in Yuuji's boxers.

Like a prayer answered, Yuuji's growing dick pried open a gap in the front opening of his boxers, affording Baxton a front-row view of Yuuji's tool. He traced one of the veins along Yuuji's shaft, which had such a fair complexion that it was almost transparent. Baxton's own dick throbbed with excitement, almost in sync with Yuuji's dick. Perhaps the emotion he was experiencing was merely lust, he pondered. It could be that he had been influenced by the type of pornography he had been consuming.

Baxton got out of bed and headed straight for the shower to answer the desperate call of his carnal desires. Baxton stood under the shower for quite a while, trying to conjure up the hottest girl he just viewed on his favorite website. When he finally managed to fixate his imagination on a particular scene, he turned off the shower and lathered up every inch of his body in preparation for his daily morning ritual. He held the picture of the girl's boobies in his mind's eye as firmly as he could, but once his fingers came in contact with his brown soapy nipples, the picture vanished instantly. 

 

In her place was Yuuji's mesmerizing face the first night he began staying over. Baxton rubbed, pressed, and pinched his nipples as he caressed his bulging chest, reliving Yuuji's first touch. He found that whenever he flexed his pectorals, the increased blood flow made his nipples even more sensitive. Just as he was about to finally pay his dick some attention, he heard a gentle creak from the hinges of the bathroom door that had been left ajar. Baxton stood frozen. "Could Yuuji have woken up? Has he been watching me shower?" 

Baxton felt a bit vulnerable and was ready to hop out of the shower. However, his peaking horniness took over. He squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his palm and worked it through his soft brown hair, letting the lather cascade down his face. He tightly shut his eyes, turned around, and leaned against the wall. Unsure whether Yuuji was really watching, he began pleasuring himself, feeling ready to reveal this side of himself to his potential admirer.

The sound of the shower pulled Yuuji from his slumber, jolting him awake. In a panic, he jumped out of bed, convinced he was late for his morning tutorial. He hurried toward the bathroom to change and freshen up before heading out. However, as he pushed the door wider, he suddenly realized that Baxton was already in the shower. The sight of his rugby hunk, water glistening off his impressive physique, left Yuuji momentarily speechless. His heart raced as he watched soapy water cascade down Baxton's broad, sculpted back, tracing the deep curves of his muscles like a finely crafted statue. Despite the steam enveloping the bathroom in a misty haze, Yuuji could still clearly see the defined ridges of Baxton's spine leading down to his firm, smooth buns. Each movement, each flex of muscle, drew a gasp from Yuuji as he discreetly admired Baxton from the doorway.

“Turn around… turn around…” Yuuji found himself softly whispering his secret wish. To his astonishment, as soon as he spoke, his desire was fulfilled. His jaw dropped in disbelief when he realized that Baxton wasn't just showering. Baxton's left hand glided all over his torso, occasionally resting on his chest to play with his nipples. As he twitched them, Yuuji could hear Baxton's gentle moans, prompting Yuuji to do the same to himself at the doorway. Baxton's big hands switched between fondling his big balls and circling the circumference of his dickhead. Yuuji mimicked every one of Baxton's moves, imagining himself being similarly pleasured by Baxton. 

Baxton's soft moans grew louder and graduated to seemingly recognizable words. In the midst of his sexual arousal, Yuuji was trying to make out the words Baxton was mouthing until it struck him that Baxton might be articulating his name. Was Baxton really jerking off to the thought of him? Yuuji kept on listening as both of them pumped their tool with growing ferocity. As Baxton felt his orgasm approaching, he turned around and erupted onto the wall with ropes and ropes of white cum. So intense was his climax that he almost buckled at his knees with each of the powerful spurts. 

Almost at the same time, Yuuji's balls tightened up, and an intense orgasm hit him like multiple tsunami waves that had been held back for weeks. His reservoir of semen rapidly emptied with the breaking of the dam. Voluminous, thick white cum splatted everywhere as he collapsed backward. Yuuji hadn't cummed this much in such a long time, drenching his entire boxers with fresh juice that dribbled down his legs and unto the floor. What a mess!

"Yuuji! You're going to be late for class!" Baxton shouted from the bathroom. Panic set in for Yuuji as he realized Baxton was about to come out to wake him up. In a rush, Yuuji flung off his boxers and slipped into his jeans, skipping the white thong entirely. He struggled as he tucked his wet hard dick into his tight jeans. Grabbing his bag and a t-shirt, Yuuji dashed out of the dorm as if he were escaping a crime scene.

"Looks like he just jumped out of bed when I called for him, huh? He must be running really late." Baxton sighed, feeling a twinge of disappointment that his exhibitionistic performance hadn't been paired with a real-life admirer. On the other hand, he also felt a wave of relief wash over him, grateful that Yuuji hadn't been offended by stumbling upon him in such an awkward situation. 

"I'm such a total creep… what on earth am I doing?" Baxton chastised himself as he began to spiral, but his gaze soon fell on the laundry basket. Yuuji's cum-soaked boxers was mindlessly strewn at the top of the pile. Baxton picked it up and examined it. 

"Wow… that's quite a load." Baxton looked down on the floor and saw little drops of white liquid, with a small pool right outside the bathroom door. He grinned with the biggest smile as he lay on his bed, buried his face into Yuuji's pillow, and took in all of Yuuji's sweet-smelling scent. It seems all of his wondering had an answer. He was indeed in love with his roommate, whether he wanted to admit that to himself or not.
 

Edited February 20 by Swimboy87

[Beach19]

So sweet and hot! These 2 boys.....awwwww

[SGBoys21]

Looking forward to Part 9! Excellent story so far

[radiusulnar]

I never went to college so cannot imagine the dorm. Instead, I transpose the same story in my mind to the army bunk.

[Swimboy87]

  On 2/21/2025 at 1:24 AM, radiusulnar said:

I never went to college so cannot imagine the dorm. Instead, I transpose the same story in my mind to the army bunk.

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Feel free to check out my other story too 

 

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[camboy_xxx1]

  On 2/21/2025 at 11:34 PM, Swimboy87 said:

 

Feel free to check out my other story too 

 

swimboy87.wordpress.com 

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This is equally good from @Swimboy87

[Beach19]

I love swimboy87's stories!

[Aquaman01]

Haha. Likewise.  Definitely one of the better writer I read so far.  

[Steve5380]

WOW!  The drama thickens,  the emotions surge,  the facets of the mental complications of sexuality are exposed in all their power.  How will this all end ??? 

 

I'm sure it will end in the more romantic, happy and orgasmic way  

[Fitrunboy]

The story’s getting better and better. Your avatar looks like a hot Baxton.

[ReubenH]

  On 2/24/2025 at 2:26 AM, Fitrunboy said:

The story’s getting better and better. Your avatar looks like a hot Baxton.

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Ha agree on that. 

[Swimboy87]

Part 9

 

Yuuji carefully turned the doorknob of the dorm room, wanting to avoid waking Baxton from his deep sleep. It was already 1:30am—far later than his usual bedtime—but he couldn’t shake the anxiety of facing Baxton if his secret act of voyeurism were discovered. Furthermore, Dom had engaged him in a pleasant conversation on the way back, and he didn’t feel it would be polite to excuse himself. 

He let out a sigh of relief when he heard the rhythmic sound of Baxton’s snoring filling the air. Looking at his rugby hunk sprawled naked on his sleeping bag filled Yuuji’s heart with a sense of gratitude again for Baxton’s display of kindness and generosity toward him. Dom’s comment about how straight Baxton was came to mind, countering the growing lust Yuuji felt as he stared at Baxton’s soft yet sizeable endowment resting on his thunder thighs. The earlier scene of Baxton pumping his rock-hard dick invaded Yuuji’s consciousness once again as he tried to take a cold shower in the dark. Did Baxton really come to terms with his voyeurism? If he did, would he reveal Yuuji’s sexual inclinations to their rugby teammates like it was an open book? A flurry of questions and troubling scenarios raced through Yuuji’s mind, even as he struggled to wash them away with Baxton’s shampoo.

Yuuji, wrapped in a towel around his waist, sifted through Baxton’s clean laundry to grab a pair of boxers. As he pulled one on, the sudden realization that he hadn’t tucked his cum-drenched boxers away securely that morning hit him like a thunderbolt. Without wasting a moment, Yuuji darted toward the laundry basket, desperate to recover the evidence of his blunder. After rummaging through every piece of clothing inside, he still couldn’t find them. Exhausted and overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions from the day, he sank to the floor in defeat. Just when he thought fate couldn’t be any crueler, his eyes caught sight of a pair of boxers poking out from Baxton’s unzipped duffel bag. He rushed over as swiftly and silently as possible, only to be met with the shocking sight of a dried semen stain smearing the surface. That horrifying image was the breaking point in a day already filled with a relentless tide of internal fears and worries.

Tears welling up in his eyes, Yuuji came to a painful but inevitable realization: “He was going to confront me about it.” If he was honest with himself, the fear of being kicked out of the room or shut out by Baxton’s friends didn’t scare him as much as the prospect of losing Baxton altogether—this time, even as a friend. 

With a heavy heart, Yuuji reluctantly packed a few of his clothes into his backpack, feeling immense sadness wash over him. He made his way to Dom’s room a few doors down, hesitating momentarily before giving the door a gentle knock. The door swung open to reveal Dom standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs.

“Can I stay here tonight, please?” Yuuji managed to get these few words out of his mouth as he tried to hold back his tears. Dom looked surprised at this near-naked gorgeous boy clad only in oversized boxers and welcomed him gladly into his den. 

“I’m not going to ask what happened between you and Baxton, but you definitely look like you could use a hug.” Despite his usual flirtatious nature around guys like Yuuji, Dom chose to respond with warmth and understanding.

With a heavy sigh, Yuuji dropped his backpack to the floor and buried himself in Dom’s embrace. The day’s emotional toll suddenly hit him, and he found himself sobbing like a child, with tears and snorts landing on Dom’s chest. Dom held him tightly, rubbing Yuuji’s back gently and giving him the time and space he needed to let it all out.

 

“Take your time, man. Just let it all out.” Dom’s soothing words encouraged Yuuji to release the pent-up emotions. After a while, as Yuuji began to regain his composure, Dom handed him some tissues while wiping the evidence of Yuuji’s distress from his own chest.

“I’m really sorry about this. Baxton and I are fine. It’s really nothing,” Yuuji said softly, finally finding his voice and sounding a bit more at ease.  

 

“I know that guy. He’s a great friend, but he can be completely clueless at times. Whatever it is, you’re welcome to stay as long as you need. I know Baxton usually lets you take the bed, so you can do the same here.”  

“Thank you so much.” Yuuji decided it was pointless to argue, even though he felt he should. He was just too tired.  

“It’s Saturday tomorrow. I’m guessing you don’t have any plans since your family is back in Japan, right? Come on, let me take you out this weekend for a good time.” Yuuji nodded, finally managing a faint smile. Since he had entered university almost mid-semester on special permission, he had been swamped with catching up on assignments and hadn’t had the chance to explore the country. It also felt like a good opportunity to establish some healthy boundaries between himself and Baxton. As Yuuji settled down on Dom’s bed, he noticed that Dom didn’t have a sleeping bag or an extra mattress to lay on.

“It’s pretty lonely up here. Would you mind keeping me company for a bit?” Yuuji phrased his request in a way that left Dom with no option but to agree. He was well aware of Dom’s feelings for him, and with a sense of joy, Dom climbed onto the bed, not viewing the request as an invitation for anything more. While Baxton towered over Yuuji, Dom shared a similar size and build with him, making his presence more comfortable. Even so, their half-naked bodies still came into such close contact that it made both of them a little awkward. Yuuji noticed Dom’s hand gradually moving downward to cover his groin area as they drifted off to sleep.

Over the weekend, Dom played the role of a host to an international student with utmost excellence. Other than taking Yuuji to tourist attractions like Universal Studios, Sea Aquarium, and Night Safari, Dom treated him to the best and yet affordable Japanese food haunts in Singapore. It was clear that Dom was genuinely intentional about making Yuuji feel at ease throughout their time together. Yuuji truly appreciated the break from the nagging guilt he felt toward Baxton. Furthermore, Dom’s Taiwanese parents were incredibly welcoming when Yuuji stayed at their home. They ensured he had clean towels, plenty of snacks, and a hearty breakfast before they set off on their adventures. Yuuji could see how deeply Dom had absorbed the value of hospitality from his parents.

Dom found a growing fascination within him for Yuuji over these couple of days. He was undoubtedly charmed by Yuuji’s politeness and civility in his friendships. But beyond that, Dom gained a more profound respect for Yuuji’s character—his caring nature and gentle spirit truly stood out to him. While Dom’s usual experiences in the gay scene often revolved around fleeting encounters, his friendship with Yuuji unfolded at a slower, more deliberate pace, particularly since he wasn’t sure about Yuuji’s orientation.

“Hey, I want to bring you to my usual hangout where you’ll feel immediately at home in Japan. Just follow me.” Yuuji’s ears perked up, hoping it would be a relaxing respite from an entire day of activities. His face beamed with pure delight as they arrived at the entrance of Yonomori Japanese onsen.

As Yuuji stepped into the onsen, the subtle scent of hinoki wood instantly transported him back to the onsen in his hometown of Fukuoka. The staff warmly greeted both him and Dom with respectful nods, then guided them over to the locker area. This was the moment Dom had been naughtily anticipating. His lustful desires definitely played a part in his choice of evening relaxation activity. Having grown accustomed to the onsen culture, Yuuji remained unfazed by the nudity expected of all patrons. However, he was not blind to Dom’s eagerness to catch a glimpse of his bare form. If he was to be absolutely truthful, he wanted just as much to see what Dom was packing under those boxer briefs he slept in at night. 

The two stunning athletes made an effort to keep their eyes forward as they gradually undressed at their side-by-side lockers. Yuuji turned slightly away as he peeled off his oversized tee, revealing his impressive physique, even though he had missed workouts for a few days. Dom’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when Yuuji dropped his linen pants to reveal his Y-back thong and his flawless bum. 

“Nice, bro,” Dom’s remark was surprisingly succinct. Yuuji grinned with confidence as he slowly and carefully folded his clothes and tucked them neatly away.

“You’ve got an incredible physique as well. You rugby players are always in such great shape.” Dom struggled to focus on those fading compliments as Yuuji slipped off his white thong to reveal his fine-looking five incher. In Dom’s mind, Yuuji was undoubtedly blessed with a much longer dick than most Japanese and Singaporean guys he’s encountered. 

“Yes… we’re training hard, especially since it’s competition season now. This week’s matches will kick off our season,” Dom said, his gaze awkwardly drifting down toward the prize. Yuuji, with a playful glint in his eye, stepped closer and traced his fingers along the contours of Dom’s abs as he continued to shower him with compliments. Dom found himself unsure whether Yuuji was truly admiring him or flirting with him, but he certainly wasn’t in a position to pull off his CK boxer briefs at that moment.

“Come on, let’s chat more in the pool. I can’t wait any longer,” Yuuji said with excitement.

Dom sighed, realizing how foolishly he had put himself in this uncomfortable situation from which he saw no way out. His hard rod bounced out of its restraint as he slipped off his CKs. While Dom could not hold a candle to Baxton in that area, Yuuji’s heart was still intrigued by its girth and its slight deviation to the right. Yuuji kindly passed him a small towel to cover up his erection as they headed to the shower. 

As Yuuji settled into the hot mineral baths, his muscular body gradually relaxed in the soothing, steaming water. He felt the gentle bubbles of the carbonated bath massage against his skin, invigorating his circulation, while the silky white water only enhanced his already radiant complexion. Yuuji had a deep appreciation for the onsen. It was his sanctuary for both physical and emotional respite, allowing him to escape the pressures of his schoolwork and family situation.

Dom and Yuuji settled into their seats side by side, sinking into the milky pool in comfortable silence. Yuuji tilted his head back, eyes closed, as if he had been whisked away to another dimension. Gently, Dom’s fingers began to knead Yuuji’s temples, applying a tender touch that invited relaxation. Yuuji exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the world lift as Dom finished the soothing massage. With a subtle movement, Dom’s hand found its way into the warm water, resting on Yuuji’s right knee as he continued to work his magic. Watching Yuuji’s serene expression, he slowly allowed his hand to glide upward, gently easing the tension in Yuuji’s strong thighs. With every inch nearer Yuuji’s groin, Dom’s heartbeat accelerated. He scrutinized Yuuji’s expression, looking for any hint of resistance or unease as he grew bolder with his advances. Dom knew that any contact with Yuuji’s jewels would be an upfront and undeniable revealing of his sexual attraction. He wasn’t quite ready to confront that. The thought of facing the consequences if Yuuji didn’t reciprocate weighed heavily on him. 

 

“Will you come out to support us for our first match this Wednesday night?” Dom asked. 

 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Yuuji replied with such conviction, it was clear he had already planned to attend even before Dom’s invitation. But deep down, he had someone else in mind when he said it. 

 

“You’re really adorable, you know that?” Dom couldn't help but voice the feelings he had kept bottled up as their conversation flowed. 

 

“Anyone who gets to be with someone as charming as you in the future is a lucky person,” he added, unable to hold back. 

 

“Same goes for you, bro. Thanks for taking me in on Friday night without any notice, and for everything you did for me this weekend too.” As Yuuji said this, he sat up, gazed intently into Dom’s eyes, and declared, “I owe you one.”                            
 

[Beach19]

Awwww....the boys made it to yuno! The silky bath is awesome! Onsen is such a great way for the boys to bond,  and admire each other...so sweet. 

[passionatetwink]

such a nice story

[ziurtis]

9 parts in and I love the sexual tension in this story. Personally felt that this story is already leaps and bounds above My Triathlete Buddies. Thanks for sharing!

[egal]

was it written by cha gi pit

[Swimboy87]

Part 10

 

“Oie sexy hunk, having a wet dream ah? I came over to return your roomie. Thanks for lending him to me for the weekend. By the way, Coach just informed us that training tonight will stretch later, and he wants to meet us now to  strategize for our first match this Wednesday.” 

 

Dom and Yuuji were treated to the sight of Baxton’s impressive morning wood as they pried open the door of Baxton’s dorm room. Baxton rubbed his eyes, brushing off Dom’s comment since they were both used to seeing each other in various states of undress. Baxton’s impressive endowment had always been the talking point in their rugby training camps and overseas competitions, especially when he slept naked in the team dormitories. There was even a time when Dom used a Sharpie to draw cute cartoon characters on Baxton’s erected dick to the amusement of their entire rugby team. Yuuji, on the other hand, still found Baxton’s dick deeply mesmerizing even after a month of living with him.

 

“Alright. Thanks, Dom. Now, fuck off.” Baxton was still trying to register everything Dom said in his morning stupor.

 

“You were with Dom over the weekend?” Baxton inquired as Dom went back to his room to get ready for the classes.

 

“Erm… yeah, he wanted to show me around Singapore. He brought me to the USS, the zoo, and a few other places.” Yuuji’s heart soared at the sound of Baxton’s voice. It felt as though he had been starving all weekend, and that simple question from Baxton was like a much-needed feast.

 

“I thought you hung out with your other group of friends, and that’s why I didn’t hear much from you after I went back home for the weekend.” Baxton yawned as he plonked back down on his pillow. 

 

“How was your weekend?” Yuuji felt a strong desire to reconnect with Baxton as if he had been craving his affection for days. However, he held back, navigating the conversation cautiously while he searched for any signs of hostility from Baxton.

 

“It’s not too bad, really. I spent some time helping my younger brothers with their schoolwork while also trying to get ahead on my own assignments before their deadlines, especially with the rugby season in full swing...” Just as Baxton began to dive into the details, Dom pushed the door open once more.

 

“You’re still in bed? Go jerk off in the shower, put some clothes on, and let’s go! We’re almost late.”

 

“Ugh… I really shouldn’t have shared my room code with you,” Baxton sighed, regretting that he couldn’t enjoy a relaxed morning to bond with his boy.

 

As Dom closed the door once more, Yuuji and Baxton found themselves in an uncomfortable silence following Dom’s suggestion for Baxton to jerk off. It seemed as if Dom was fully aware of the situation and deliberately addressed the elephant in the room. At least, that was the thought racing through Baxton’s mind. “Did Yuuji tell Dom what he saw? What went down between them over the weekend?” These questions flashed in an instant, leaving him with more to ponder.

 

“Let’s chat later tonight if you’re still awake. There’s something important I want to discuss… but it can wait until then.” Baxton got to his feet and threw on a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a well-worn t-shirt before quickly heading out the door with his duffel bag in hand.

 

Yuuji struggled to concentrate in class that day. His mind was overwhelmed by a flood of anxious thoughts sparked by Baxton’s request for a serious chat that evening. Deep down, he knew he was blowing things out of proportion.

 

“I saw him jerking off in the shower. He saw my cum stain in his boxers… what’s the big deal? Every guy jerks off.” He tried to convince himself that it was just a molehill and not an actual mountain. Yet, the worst-case scenario relentlessly tormented his imagination, leaving him no respite. Countless times, he had been told about his tendency to overthink. Coupled with his aversion to direct confrontations, Yuuji felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of heading back to the dorm after class. Fortunately, two of his friends from the dorm were able to meet up for dinner, providing him the support he needed to untangle his thoughts.

 

“What if he says to me tonight… I know you were jerking off to me on Friday like a fucking pervert. You didn’t even bother to clean up your cum all over my boxers. I was kind to you and took you in, but I didn’t expect you to be a fucking faggot. Pack your stuff and get out tonight.” Yuuji confided his worst fears with his dorm friends, who were aware of his attraction to Baxton. 

 

“Then you grab your stuff, and you move in with us. We’ve got your back. But before you go all bonkers, listen to what Baxton’s got to say first… from what you’ve been telling us these last few weeks about him, he doesn’t sound like that kind of person.” The words of his friends echoed in his mind as he lay in bed at midnight, still waiting for Baxton to come back.  

 

Twelve-thirty—still no sign of Baxton.  

 

One o’clock—he begins to hear some of the rugby team returning to their dorms.  

 

Baxton finally opens the door quietly, assuming Yuuji has already fallen asleep since the lights were out and it was well past bedtime. Yuuji lays still, eyes shut tight, listening as Baxton undoes his muddied rugby gear and turns on the shower. He feels a strong urge to sneak a glance at Baxton in the shower again, but he knows better than to make that mistake a second time. Despite Dom’s physique being one that anyone would envy, and Yuuji feeling a spark of attraction and getting rock hard in the silky bath, it was Baxton’s manly charm that genuinely captivated him.

 

Yuuji could smell the fresh fragrance of Baxton’s shower gel as he stepped out of the bathroom. Even with his eyes closed, he could easily picture every curve of Baxton’s muscular form—how he longed for it. He yearned for those strong arms to wrap around him as he drifted off to sleep. In this unfamiliar place, Baxton felt like his safe haven, but now that comfort seemed temporarily out of reach. Yuuji craved a heartfelt conversation and sought a resolution, yet he remained frozen on the bed, reluctant to take the first step. Before he knew it, he could hear Baxton snoring softly in his sleeping bag. Yuuji let out a heavy sigh, feeling a mix of relief and regret, knowing his hesitance had only led to a detour. Maybe tomorrow—if he could gather the courage, or perhaps not at all.

Edited February 28 by Swimboy87

[Swimboy87]

  On 2/27/2025 at 4:43 PM, egal said:

was it written by cha gi pit

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ChatGpt? Haha... My name's not ChatGpt. But Grammarly did help me clean up some grammatical boo-boos and awkward phrasing. Rest assured the story comes from a human being with a very vivid imagination.

Edited February 28 by Swimboy87

[Swimboy87]

  On 2/27/2025 at 4:32 PM, ziurtis said:

9 parts in and I love the sexual tension in this story. Personally felt that this story is already leaps and bounds above My Triathlete Buddies. Thanks for sharing!

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Thanks for the encouragement  haha... you're right, MTB was a little faster in pace with more sexual scenes. 

[Fitrunboy]

Absolutely loving the sexual tension between the guys.

[SGBoys21]

The story has been amazing so far!! Hope I won't have to wait too long for Part 10!

Rooting for Baxton and Yuuji

[Swimboy87]

Part 11

 

The crowd’s roar in the stadium nearly drowned out the whistle, signaling the end of the first half of the rugby match. The scent of sweat and damp earth hung thick in the atmosphere in this inter-varsity game. Baxton’s coach pulled the team together into a tight huddle, urging them to regroup. Just forty minutes and the players’ jerseys were soaked from top to bottom in sweat, a testament to the game’s intensity. While some players crouched with hands on their knees, Everett stood tall with his arms crossed, exuding the calm confidence of a captain, unfazed by the fierce competition in this opening match.

Yuuji watched intently from the front row as the coach animatedly gestured, pointing out the key players who needed to reposition themselves for the second half. The coach’s firm yet commanding voice cut through the noise of the stadium as he dictated the team’s strategy for the second half. 

“We need to tighten up the defense and stop giving them any space! Baxton, you’ve gotta keep the pressure on their fly-half. Guys, let’s give them all we’ve got in this second half. Let’s get a win under our belt at the start of the season!” 

The team listened intently and nodded in agreement amidst their profuse sweating and heavy breathing. Every so often, Dom glanced up towards the crowd, momentarily searching for Yuuji. When he finally spotted Yuuji’s face, a fresh wave of motivation washed over him. As the final seconds of the break ticked away, the team slapped each other on their backs, exchanged some quick words of encouragement, and headed straight out to the pitch. Dom flashed Yuuji the biggest smile and a subtle wink, silently thanking him for coming out to support the team.

Yuuji returned the gesture with a slight wave. His eyes quickly drifted to Baxton on the opposite side of the pitch. Baxton appeared utterly engrossed in the game, unaware of Yuuji’s presence. Unfortunately, Yuuji still hadn’t figured out what Baxton was eager to discuss, thanks to Baxton’s grueling training sessions over the past few days. Yuuji was hoping the entire episode would smooth over with time, and he could return to the straightforward friendship he once had with Baxton.

The second half saw the crunching of bodies colliding more as the game was nearing its climax. Both teams had managed to score a try and convert successfully. Every play mattered more now than ever. Baxton barreled toward the try line with the ball firmly within his grip. Just then, a defender lunged at him with a desperate tackle. The force of the impact sent him tumbling out of the pitch onto the tarmac. He landed hard on his shoulder with a sickening pop! The pain shot through his body as he rolled to a dramatic stop against the side of the gallery.

“Where’s the bloody medic? Someone get the medic!” Coach shouted. Yuuji leaped out of his seat as the entire stadium held its breath, anxious to see if Baxton was okay.

 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Yuuji sprinted down the stairs toward Baxton. A trickle of blood from the gash above Baxton’s eyebrow ran down his cheek. He wiped it away with the back of his left hand, gritting his teeth as he attempted to rise, but a sharp pain shot through his right arm—his shoulder was dislocated. A medic rushed over to Baxton and knelt beside him, clearly unsure how to handle the situation. Sensing the medic’s uncertainty, Yuuji stepped in and pushed him aside.

 

“Hey, Bax, I’m going to pop your shoulder back in place. It’s gonna hurt. But you’ll be alright.” Even with the intensity of the situation, Yuuji spoke in the most composed tone. Baxton was surprised by Yuuji’s presence, but he was in so much pain he couldn’t process it.

 

“You’ve done this before?” Baxton managed to ask, forcing a weak smile as their eyes met.

 

“Trust me.” 

 

By this time, the entire team had surrounded Baxton with overwhelming concern for him. They fired skeptical stares at Yuuji, wondering if he knew what he was doing. Meanwhile, no one else knew how to help beyond trying to ice the dislocated shoulder.

 

“I trust you. Go for it.”

 

With a decisive tug and a sharp shove, Yuuji expertly snapped Baxton’s shoulder back into its socket. The team collectively gasped as the sound of the snap echoed in the air. A wave of excruciating pain hit Baxton momentarily, but then a sense of relief washed over him. He attempted to move his arm and flex his fingers, eager to get back in the game, but even the adrenaline couldn’t wholly dull the lingering ache. It hurt Yuuji to see Baxton in such distress.

 

“Get to the hospital, Baxton. You’re out. Rest up. We need you for the later matches.” The coach’s command demonstrated his genuine concern for his players’ well-being, prioritizing their safety over merely securing a victory. Meanwhile, the assistant coach shoved Yuuji aside as he rushed to ferry Baxton to the nearest hospital.

 

“No, let me come along. I’ll stay with him.” Yuuji pleaded. 

 

“It’s alright, bro. I’ll be fine. You have classes tomorrow. I’ll be back by tomorrow, good as new, alright?” Baxton wiped off a tear from Yuuji’s cheek when he noticed him beginning to get emotional. With that, Baxton got whisked off as the match pushed forward with a substitute. 

 

Visibly shaken by the emotions of the entire experience, Yuuji made his way back to the dorm with a heavy heart before the match had even concluded. He desperately wanted to be with Baxton at that moment, but he recognized that Baxton needed medical attention and a good night’s rest more than he needed Yuuji’s company.

 

As Yuuji tossed and turned on his bed, he could hear the loud cheers from the rugby team as they returned to the dorms. Moments later, he heard a knock at the door. With hope swelling in his heart that Baxton’s treatment had wrapped up quickly, Yuuji rushed to open it. To his surprise, he found Everett and the rest of the rugby team gathered outside, still in their rugby gear.

 

“Hey bro, we want to thank you for that insane move you pulled on Baxton just now. Thanks for coming out to support our match and take care of our star player… and my apologies for being a jerk to you, too.” Everett stepped forward to speak on behalf of the team, expressing his heartfelt gratitude. The team erupted in applause, giving Yuuji a supportive pat on the shoulder before they went to wash up. Caught off guard by the sudden warmth of their gesture, Yuuji could only respond with a respectful bow and a shy smile.

 

Yuuji hasn’t felt so vulnerable in a long time. Well, the walls around his heart had been a somewhat permanent fixture since he grew in acceptance of his unique attractions. Every attempt in his life to lower them hadn’t been met too kindly. Although he never intended to let anyone breach those walls, Baxton seemed to have scaled them without his awareness or consent. After an hour of tossing and turning, Yuuji finally gave up and went out of his room. 

 

*Knock knock*

 

“I heard your shower still running. I thought you might still be awake.” Dom opened his door to an emotionally drained Yuuji needing some company. 

 

“Come on in. I usually take a good long hot shower after a match to wind down.” Naked and dripping wet, Dom took Yuuji by the hand to lead him into his room as he hopped back into the shower. 

Edited March 1 by Swimboy87

[Swimboy87]

Part 12

 

“How did the match go? I’m sorry, I left after Baxton was sent to the hospital.” Yuuji hollered into the shower. 

“Can’t hear you, Yuuji. If you don’t mind, let’s chat inside here. I’ll take a while.” Dom stuck out his head and beckoned Yuuji in. The bathroom was spotless, lined with an array of toiletries and skincare products that would normally fascinate Yuuji. But today, his mind was too preoccupied with worry for Baxton.

Dom turned off the shower and worked a dollop of papaya conditioner into his luscious hair. For a brief moment, Yuuji found himself captivated by the eye candy before him. As someone with a keen appreciation for aesthetics, Yuuji saw Dom as the epitome of physical beauty. His silhouette was comparable to Yuuji’s, though he had broader shoulders that tapered into a razor-cut waist, forming a symmetrical V-shape that most guys envied. Dom’s abs stood in a disciplined formation while wrapped in a tanned skin that accentuated their shape and definition to a greater extent. With every movement, light danced across his wet body, drawing Yuuji’s gaze to the impressive peaks of his muscular biceps and triceps, which stood out as his most outstanding features. 

 “So, did you guys win?” Yuuji inquired.

“Everyone expected the team to suffer with the loss of our star player, but we actually got fired up even more to take the victory for Baxton. We scored two more tries and secured our first win of the season. But even though everyone was elated with the win, most of us were concerned for Baxton. We all wanted to go down to the hospital right after the match, but Coach updated us that Baxton was going through treatment and needed rest.”

“Yes. I wanted to follow your assistant Coach in his car, but I wasn’t allowed to.” Yuuji leaned back against the wall as he sat down despondently on the toilet seat cover.

“Hey, hey, hey… don’t look so down. Baxton will be alright. That guy is a tough one. He will bounce back stronger. By the way, what you did for him was unbelievable. Everyone was blown away when you put his shoulder back in place. How did you know how to do that?” Yuuji smiled a little at Dom’s reassurance and compliment.

“After my shoulder got dislocated as a teenager, somehow it became a little loose, and it kept happening. Over the years, I’ve learned how to take care of it myself.” Yuuji confessed. 

“No wonder you did it so skilfully and confidently. You put our medic to utter shame, bro.” Dom kept heaping on the compliments as he cleaned his face and smeared on his green tea mask. 

“Hey, this mask from your country is amazing stuff. Wanna try it?”

“Sure.”

“Let me cleanse your face with a cleansing towel first before applying it on.” Dom went down on one knee in front of Yuuji and meticulously wiped his face. As he carefully smeared the green tea mask on Yuuji’s beautiful face, he could feel blood gradually flowing to his nether region. He gently massaged the mask onto Yuuji’s delicate skin, feeling the ridges and contours of his facial features. Every touch of his finger felt like pure enjoyment to him, and Yuuji noticed the evidence of Dom’s pleasure throbbing away. 

“So you shared with me about how you met Baxton and how close you guys became, but I didn’t ask about what happened that day that led you to come over here. Are you ready to talk about it?” Dom finally inquired out of curiosity.

Yuuji paused for a moment, unsure of how to respond, but he ultimately felt it would be rude not to offer at least a brief answer, especially considering the kindness Dom had shown him.

“I… don’t know how to put it. I haven’t had a private space to myself for weeks when I moved in with Baxton…” Yuuji started with that, hoping Dom would somehow catch his drift, but Dom just listened intently.

“There was one time I ejaculated onto my boxers and accidentally left it in the laundry basket. I think he might have seen it. It was so embarrassing. I couldn’t face him properly since.” Yuuji left out some essential details, which made the story seem somewhat incoherent to Dom. 

“Come on. Baxton and I used to jerk off together with our secondary school team all the time. We do it in the shower, in the team dorm, and once even on the pitch after the lights were off. He’s straight as an arrow, but he’s not bothered by guys’ masturbation. It’s your boxers, anyway. Why does he even care?” Dom sought to dismiss Yuuji’s unfounded worries by highlighting the team’s audacious adventures.

“I’m wearing his boxers, actually.” As the words left his mouth, Yuuji realized how wrong that sounded. “I mean, Baxton lent them to me at first because I moved out of Everett’s without any sleepwear, but after a while, I got used to wearing them, and he didn’t mind at all.”

“Well, you look great in them.” Dom’s compliments never failed to make Yuuji smile.

“Were you and Baxton always close?” It was Yuuji’s turn to ask.

“Haha… Baxton and I go way back to secondary school when we met through the team. The two of us practically hung out every day. I was much scrawnier then, and he was much fatter,” Dom chuckled at his description of themselves. “We trained hard together on the pitch, at the track, and in the gym. We were almost inseparable, actually. We had every meal together, showered together after training, and he would sleepover at my place whenever he needed peace and quiet from his family.” Dom sat down on the wet floor as he continued reminiscing about the past.

“Did anything change?”

“Yeah. Anna and Rachel came along. Baxton’s girlfriends. One was when we were sixteen, and the other was when we were eighteen. Honestly, I kind of felt abandoned when he got together with them. Even though both relationships only lasted six months, I felt a little hurt when he gave his full attention to them.” Yuuji could sense Dom’s vulnerability beneath that tough exterior. 

“We’re still close now. We hang out all the time, and he shares everything he’s going through with me. But I get a feeling that when the next girl comes along, what we’ve built goes to shit. You know what I mean?” There was a little twinge in his voice as he articulated his disappointment and fear in this friendship that was obviously so precious to him.

Yuuji’s heart sank as he heard Dom’s honest sharing. Part of that feeling was sympathy toward Dom. The other was a sense of hopelessness for anything romantic to happen between Baxton and him. Yuuji knew he needed to guard his heart and guard it well. 

“Hey, it’s been fifteen minutes. Let me wash off your mask. Take off my best friend’s boxers and come over.” Yuuji obediently pulled them off and hung them on the clothes hook. Dom quickly washed off his own mask first before taking his time with Yuuji. 

“Close your eyes. I’ll spray off the mask and then give you a facial massage with the cream cleanser, ok?” 

Dom squeezed a bit of cream cleanser into his palm and took his time as he gently massaged Yuuji’s face. He started at the forehead, smoothly worked his way to the temples, glided over the cheekbones, and eventually moved down to his neck. Dom’s hard-on hadn’t subsided since it went up at the start, but now he felt Yuuji’s dick gradually coming in contact with his own. Not wanting Yuuji to feel awkward with their penises rubbing together, Dom turned him around and continued massaging the back of Yuuji’s neck and shoulders. 

“Does it feel good?” Dom asked cautiously. 

“Yes, but you don’t need to. You already had such a tiring match.” The second half of Yuuji’s words seem to have fallen on deaf ears. Dom put a little shower gel on Yuuji’s shoulder and continued massaging him with his experienced hands. The soapy foam slithered down Yuuji’s muscular spine between the crevasse of his voluptuous buns, sending a shiver back up his back. 

“Tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable, ok?” Dom worked his magic hands onto Yuuji’s arms. 

Yuuji’s thoughts were still fixated on Baxton, but Dom’s skillful touch was sending him into another realm of enjoyment that was almost impossible to stop him. Yuuji felt the underside of Dom’s shaft pressed against his butt as Dom took a step closer and wrapped his hands around Yuuji’s torso. Yuuji was ready to explode as Dom’s soapy hands glided across his chest, massaging and fondling them without restraint. Each time Dom’s fingers ran over his pink nipples, he would shudder with sheer pleasure. Dom took Yuuji’s gentle moans as permission to keep on caressing those cute little nobs. 

As Yuuji felt Dom thrusting his dick up against his ass, he imagined it was Baxton’s colossal dick instead that was performing the motion. In Yuuji’s mind, it was Baxton’s broad hands caressing his chest and playing with his nipples. It was Baxton’s muscular body pressed up against his. As Yuuji’s imagination ran wild with Dom’s naughty massage, Yuuji suddenly felt a pinch in his conscience. He knew Dom was there with him, but he wasn’t there with Dom. He knew it wasn’t fair or kind to Dom to lead him down this path.

“Thanks for the massage. Its getting late. Let’s call it a night.” Yuuji uttered these sensible words as his body continued to long for more. But Dom was a gentleman and a man of his word. Immediately, he took a step back and rinsed Yuuji off. Even though Dom was sorely disappointed, he still gave Yuuji a stellar treatment by towelling him dry before handing his boxers back to him. 

“I hope I didn’t offend you with the massage. Please forgive me if I did.”

“Not at all. It felt so good. Thank you so much. I really needed some company.” Yuuji’s reassurance pulled Dom up again. For whatever reason, Yuuji held himself back; Dom wanted to respect it.
 

[NeitherHereNorThere]

Beautifully written!

[SGBoys21]

Wonderful story so far! Baxton, come and claim your Yuuji please! Don't let Dom snatch him

[Fitrunboy]

Can the awesome author do a self-intro please? 
 

 

[Swimboy87]

  On 3/3/2025 at 10:46 AM, Fitrunboy said:

Can the awesome author do a self-intro please? 
 

 

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My stats you can view on my profile. Other than that: Concerning athletics, I'm into individual sports like running, cycling, swimming (i.e. triathlon sports), bit of rock climbing and racket sports like Tennis, Squash, badminton, pool/snooker. I usually run at Bedok Reservoir at night and swim/gym at Tampines Safra. 

[Swimboy87]

Part 13

 

Baxton groggily scanned his dim surroundings, his sleepy eyes struggling to focus as he remembered being admitted to the hospital last night. His 4-bedder ward was sterile, filled with the quiet hum of medical equipment and the snoring of the only other occupant. He groaned as he tried to shift in his bed, wincing as the dull ache radiated through his shoulder. The most anticipated first game of the season ended with him sprawled on the tarmac with a dislocated shoulder, a gash above his eyebrow, and some grotesque-looking scratches at the side of his thighs. Though the doctor had reassured him that nothing was broken, his injuries were severe enough to warrant a couple of nights under hospital observation.

He reached for his phone to check his messages. It was four in the morning, but his phone was flooded with texts from the team group chat and the schoolmates who witnessed the horrific incident. He scrolled through the messages, skimming over the chaos, eager to find Yuuji’s texts.

“Hey Baxton, are you feeling alright? I heard from Dom and your assistant coach, that you need to stay in the hospital for a couple of nights. I’m so sorry I’m not there with you when you wake up. I will try to come over to visit you with Dom tomorrow after classes.” 9:50pm

“I can’t sleep thinking you must be going through so much pain in the hospital. Text me when you can.” 11:00pm

“Your teammates came over to express their gratitude for taking care of your arm just now. Everett even apologized to me for the way he treated me. Hope you’re well.” 11:45pm

“Just returned from chatting with Dom about you. I miss your snoring.” 1:30am

Baxton found himself reading and re-reading the texts repeatedly, clinging to each word as if they were the pain meds he desperately needed. Is he really missing me? This thought sparked a whirlwind of questions in Baxton’s mind about Yuuji’s true feelings for him. His heart raced with excitement, setting off fireworks as he processed the messages. While he contemplated how to respond, he was confronted by a more pressing question: What if Yuuji had feelings for him? And what was it that he truly wanted from Yuuji?

“Thanks for your concern…” Too formal, he thought. Delete.

 

“I miss you so much, too.” Too affectionate. Gay. Delete.

 

“I can’t wait to get back, too.” Nonchalant, but too short. Come on, do better. Delete.

 

Baxton’s intense infatuation with Yuuji compelled him to confront some tough questions he had long been avoiding about his own sexuality. Does he gaze at guys with merely an appreciative eye, feel a fleeting physical attraction, or is there a deeper, more genuine desire brewing beneath the surface? One thing is sure, Yuuji’s form hasn’t been absent from any of his recent explosive orgasms. While Baxton had enjoyable make-out sessions with his last two girlfriends, he never once thought about crossing the line with any of them or envisioning a future with them. With his feelings toward these exes as the backdrop to his attraction toward Yuuji, his answer became as clear as day. Is he willing to embrace it?

Thinking that Yuuji would be asleep, Baxton decided to postpone his reply to Yuuji and watch something naughty to take his mind off the dull aching pain. Since he was in the hospital, he figured he’d watch some medical-related clips to get his mojo going. Once again, his search prompts leaned toward the likes of “Japanese boy muscle medical.” He had someone in mind, even with his porn selection.  

The entire ward appeared shrouded in darkness, with only the exit lights flickering and the video streaming on Baxton’s phone illuminating his handsome face. Thinking no one would enter the ward at this time, Baxton pulled his pants down to his knees and went to town, pleasuring himself. His breathing grew heavier as the intimacy between the characters got more intense. Just as he found himself in the zone, the main door of the ward opened unexpectedly, and a male nurse popped his head in. 

Baxton felt a wave of panic wash over him as he quickly yanked the blanket over himself, causing his phone to slip from his grasp and hit the floor with a dull thud. He attempted to reach for the phone, but his body only allowed a slight stretch before a sharp pain shot through his right shoulder. At that moment, he realized the injury was far worse than just a simple dislocation.

The nurse quickly rushed to his bedside, seeing his fruitless attempt to retrieve his phone. The audible cries of the male porn stars announcing their approaching orgasms made it hard for anyone to mistake what kind of porn Baxton was watching. The nurse glanced at the screen as he passed it back to Baxton.

“Cute.” The nurse smiled as he looked at the massive silhouette of the tent in Baxton’s blanket.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect anyone to come in at this time. I was just reaching for a drink.” Baxton fumbled for a rather pathetic diversion while being handed his phone by the nurse.

“Hey, Mr. Rugby, next time, just press the button for assistance. Here, I’m going to pour a cup for you and put a straw in it. How are you feeling?” 

“I feel like my entire body is aching, some places more than others. Whatever pain meds the doctor gave me are clearly wearing off. Thanks for the water. I’m so thirsty.” Baxton emptied the cup in a second as the nurse held the straw to his mouth.  

“I’m sorry. We can only give you the next dose of meds in the morning. I’ll try to get you another pillow so you feel more comfortable. Do you want more water?” 

“Yes, please, a lot more. Can you help me switch on the bedside lamp too?” Baxton wanted to set his eyes on the face of the male nurse who had been exceptionally kind to him. He could tell from his accent that the nurse was a young Filipino guy. As the nurse flipped the switch, Baxton was treated to a fresh-looking Filipino with a fair complexion from his Spanish roots in a pure white uniform that hugged his well-toned body.

“You remind me of my roommate. He’s really good-looking, like you. What’s your name? I can’t see your tag.” Baxton could not hold back from giving a compliment to a well-deserving recipient.

“I’m Arjay. You’re Baxton, right? You’re really good-looking too. Just like my boyfriend back in the Philippines. So how did the game go?” Baxton gasped at how Arjay came out to him with such frivolity and switched the topic as if his confession were a side comment. 

“Grab a seat if you’re free now. It was such an exciting match…” Once Baxton started talking about rugby, there was no stopping the barrage of descriptive episodes littered with expletives whenever he got over-excited. Arjay had to suppress his laughter so as not to disturb the other patient in the room. Their conversation went on for almost an hour since the wards were usually quiet at night. Arjay did a quick check on all the other wards before returning promptly to Baxton’s stories.

“Hey, I need to pee. Can you help me up?” Baxton had almost finished the entire jug of water, drinking intermittently through his yapping. 

 

Arjay pulled open Baxton’s blanket, exposing Baxton’s naked lower region. 

“I usually sleep naked.” Baxton tried to give another unsolicited excuse for his bottomless situation.

Arjay lifted Baxton artfully out of his bed as he pulled up Baxton’s pants. He wrapped Baxton’s left hand around his own shoulder as Baxton limped all the way to the washroom. Even though the wounds at his side were superficial, they were so fresh it hurt whenever he moved. 

“If you don’t mind, I can’t really move my right arm.”

Arjay was most delighted to accede to Baxton’s request to help him pull down his hospital pants again. In fact, Arjay was more helpful than usual. He helped Baxton to point his colossal dong at the toilet bowl. The cold touch of Arjay’s fingers caused Baxton’s penis to stiffen up even before his pee came out. Arjay chuckled as he had to grab onto Baxton’s shaft with his entire hand to point it downward. 

“Stop laughing! I’m trying to pee!” Baxton was trying to focus with his bladder nearly exploding. 

“Alright, alright! It’s like I’m holding a little boy’s arm who’s trying to pull away from me,” Arjay joked. 

Baxton’s stream of pee finally emerged with such intensity from his dick, drawing a sigh of relief from Baxton. It took quite a while for him to empty his bladder. Arjay happily shook Baxton’s hard dick and squeezed the last few drops from his dickhead. It was apparent to Baxton that Arjay was stroking it more times than necessary. In fact, a few more strokes and another liquid will begin squirting out. 

“Hmmm… did you injure your penis when you fell earlier? I mean, if you did, I can do a quick examination for you back in your bed.” Arjay winked at Baxton as he pulled his pants up for him.

“Erm… I might have. Wouldn’t hurt for you to take a look since the doctors are not here yet.” Baxton certainly caught Arjay’s drift. As Baxton limped back with his erect dick throbbing in his hospital pants, the videos of athletes getting a “medical examination” by the doctors came to mind. Was he dreaming, or was his porn video about to actualize? The screeching of the privacy curtain alerted him it was the unimaginable latter.

“I’m going to examine your torso first to see if there are any injuries we missed out on,” Arjay explained as he unbuttoned Baxton’s hospital shirt to reveal his rounded chest and perky nipples. Baxton tensed up at first with Arjay’s touch, but the way Arjay toyed with his nipples rocketed him to cloud nine almost immediately. Gentle touching progressed to light pinching, and before he knew it, Arjay was licking and sucking on them with a ferocity he’s never experienced with his girlfriends before. 

While Baxton was drowning in pleasure, Arjay stopped and looked at Baxton. 

“I know you enjoy this. Let yourself go. Stop being so stoic.” Arjay’s tone switched to a firm tone. 

“I… I’ve never done this with a guy before. I’m not gay. I’m just a little horny, that’s all.” Baxton replied defensively as he felt assaulted by Arjay’s comment.

 

“Fuck you. I know what you were watching. Do you want me to continue and give you the best time you ever had?” Arjay wasn’t about to take any nonsense from Baxton.

Baxton nodded without thinking. 

“Then I want you to beg me. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. When I do it, I want you to moan like you really enjoy it. If the other patient wakes up, I’ll handle it.” Arjay grew more commanding with his tone. Baxton hesitated for a moment before speaking his mind.

“Please… suck my nipples and play with them.” Baxton’s soft request had Arjay attacking those beautiful nobs again with renewed passion. 

“Moan. Now.” 

Baxton eventually overcame his inner inhibition and let out his usual moans when he’s jerking off by himself. With a flick of the switch, Arjay allowed the darkness of the room to shroud their illicit activities and for Baxton to be less self-conscious. Baxton’s erotic moans echoed through the room, almost as loud as the other patient’s snoring. 

“Lick my balls, now. And don’t forget to play with my dick.” Baxton’s request became more forceful. Arjay followed his instructions with a willing obedience as he pulled his pants down. Baxton’s pulse quickened as Arjay proceeded down south.

Arjay was having the most amazing experience with the most enormous dong he’d ever seen since he stepped into the gay circle. His boyfriend’s dick paled in comparison with the length and girth of the rod he was rubbing as he licked Baxton’s beautiful balls. Arjay’s tongue could not help traveling northward, enjoying every inch of Baxton’s rod. He slurped away from the bottom of Baxon’s shaft to the veins that protruded as his dick throbbed with exuberance. Reaching the tip of Baxton’s exposed dickhead, his tongue was treated to the sweet nectar of Baxton’s precum. 

“Call my name. Beg me to do more.” Arjay wanted to hear Baxton’s powerful voice directing him.

“Put my dick in your mouth and suck it until I cum. Don’t stop playing with my nipples and my balls.” 

Arjay climbed up onto the hospital bed and enveloped Baxton’s massive dick in his mouth while his hands reached forward to continue teasing his nipples.

 

Baxton shut his eyes, and the image of Yuuji flooded his mind as he moaned with intense satisfaction. The action between them was heating up.

 

“Why are you so naughty, Yuuji? What are you doing to me…” Baxton’s whispers got louder as he was approaching the end. 

 

“Yuuji… I wanna fuck you. I love you so much. I want to be in you now. Yuuji, you’re so fucking hot…” Arjay didn’t expect Baxton’s uninhibited expressions to move toward someone else, but it turned him on even more. 

 

“Yuuji… Yuuji… I’m going to cum. I’m close. Oh my gosh. Fuck. Yuuji. I’m about to cum.” Baxton’s desperate cries sounded incredibly erotic. Arjay wanted to take a mental picture of Baxton’s orgasmic face. He removed his mouth from Baxton’s dick and switched on the light while continuing to pump his dick with his right hand. 

 

“Keep your eyes closed. I just wanted to see your face when you shoot.”

 

With Baxton’s eyes still tightly shut, Arjay secretly reached for his phone with his left hand and turned on the video mode. Within a second, Baxton’s giant cannon fired off several powerful loads of white juice all over himself while verbalizing Yuuji’s name repeatedly. The initial burst lacked luster, but the successive few explosions landed on his face, his chest, and his abs. Tremendous relief washed over him as his climatic end was so well handled. 

 

“I’ll clean you up. You’re good. No injuries.” Arjay said cheekily. 

 

“Erm… I didn’t return the favor.” Baxton replied as Arjay carefully wiped off the semen with some tissues. 

 

“I’ll save it for tonight if you stay one more night, yeah.”

 

“So, who’s this Yuuji? Your boyfriend? You were calling his name just now.” Baxton immediately looked embarrassed by his question.

 

“He’s just a friend. I’m not gay.” Baxton returned to his usual rhetoric.

 

“You know how ridiculous you sound right now? You were jerking off to gay porn, you just begged a guy to suck your dick, and you came like a fountain to the image of this Yuuji in your mind… not to mention you confessed to loving him just now.” Arjay was brutal in calling him out. 

 

“How many times have you jerked off to this Yuuji? You think about it.” Arjay smiled as he pulled the privacy curtains open. 

 

“I’ll see you around, Mr. Rugby. I’m going off my shift soon. Be back tonight.”
 

[Beach19]

Hot nurse taking care of hot rugby! Pls stay 1 more night! 😊

[SGBoys21]

The story's getting better and better! Waiting patiently for Part 14!