A helping hand

From the moment Greg met his college roommate, he knew that he would
never be able to concentrate on his schoolwork. Travis was relatively 
short at 5 foot 8, yet he was solidly built, with a body toned from 
years of manual labor on his family's farm in Wisconsin. His big 
roughs hands seemed to be permanently grazed with cuts and scratches, 
his fingernails dark with dirt, no matter how often he washed them. 
Yet it would be hard to imagine a more genial guy. Travis was always 
the first to extend a welcoming hand to new students, always grinning 
with perfect white teeth, forever laughing. He could be the poster boy 
for the American Midwest. 

Compared to Travis, Greg was a giant at 6'4''. To the tell the truth,
Greg would have gladly swapped places with him; he was always a little 
self conscious about his height. Yet for all of his worrying, most 
people thought Greg looked just fine. He never had been without a 
girlfriend for more than two weeks at the most, and had been the star 
of his high school basketball team. The two boys were well matched as 
roommates. 

Since Travis was one of six brothers, he had learned to be very
affectionate with other guys, and not the least bit shy about getting 
undressed in plain view when it was time for bed. At first, the site 
of Travis nude had caught Greg off-guard. He was an only child, and 
apart from the school locker room, had not seen many naked guys his own 
age. He tried not to stare, but he couldn't help comparing himself to 
Travis. Without a doubt, the farm boy was a lot more muscular than 
Greg. From the corner of his eye, Greg could see Travis' rounded 
biceps, as big as grapefruits, and his well-defined chest, with it 
trail of hair that separated his pecs before fanning out in a graceful 
arc above his dark nipples. 

Greg looked in the mirror at his own body. Standing there in just his
cargo shorts, he was practically hairless, and still so slim; no 
matter how much he ate and how much he worked out, he seemed doomed to 
be skinny forever. Maybe he would ask Travis for some tips, but the 
thought of discussing Travis' body with him made him feel a bit uneasy. 
Why had he been looking at it so much in the first place? He tried to 
clear the thought from his mind, although he was intrigued by Travis' 
body, he had to admit, so much hairier and tanned and toned then his 
own. It left him feeling like a skinny kid. What it must feel like, 
he thought, to reach down and feel that soft hair spread across Travis' 
chest, to tangle his fingers in the bunches of dark hair under each 
arm, to trace the line of hair down, just past his bellybutton . . . 

Greg caught himself, shocked to realize how far his thoughts had gone,
and ashamed to realize that his cock twice its normal size, stiff with 
excitement. He would worry about being confused about his sexuality 
later; now he had to act. He checked that the door was locked, and lay 
down on his bed for a marathon jerk off session. He tried to think of 
his girlfriend, of the last time they had sex, but his mind kept 
drifting back to Travis. He had seen the boy walking around the room 
naked so many times, it was easy to recreate the scene in his mind's 
eye. He could picture him, hot and sweaty after soccer practice, 
removing his mud-splattered clothes. He could smell the cold weather 
on him, a mix of dried leaves and pine and fresh sweat. His fist was 
pumping furiously now, as he abandoned himself to his fantasy now 
completely, leaving any ideas of shame or guilt behind. Greg was 
getting closer to orgasm, very close, pumping his rock hard shaft with 
fervor, when he heard a key turning in the lock. He jumped up 
guiltily, and pulled a blanket into his lap, only to find Travis 
standing in the doorway. 

`What are you doing?' Travis asked, his forehead creased with suspicion,
as he kicked off first one sneaker, then the other. 

`Nothing. What are you doing here?' Greg asked, hoping the question
didn't sound too paranoid, too defensive. If it did, Travis didn't 
seem to notice, and instead started to take off his t-shirt. 

`Class got cancelled,' he said, his voice muffled by the t-shirt being
pulled over his head. "Teacher's sick. That is fine with me!" he 
said, and let the trademark Travis grin spread across his face. "I'm 
going to grab a shower," he said. "I didn't have time this morning." 
With one swift movement, he had pulled off his shorts and underwear, 
and stood facing Greg stark naked, his thick dark cock nestled in a 
forest of black pubic hair. 

"Okay," Greg croaked, his heart still beating fast, his face flushed. 
His precum had soaked into the blanket on his lap, but his erection had 
disappeared. He tried not to stare as Travis walked around the small 
room, gathering his things for the shower. 

(cont) "You sure I'm not interrupting anything?' Travis said again,
suddenly moving a step closer to the bed, looking squarely at the 
blanket on Greg's lap. He had a funny half-smile on his face. He 
seemed as if he was about to say something, but stopped. 

"Actually, Trav, if you really want to know, I was spanking the ol'
monkey, okay? Ta da!' Greg said, his face red, and pulled back the 
blanket. His pants were still pulled down, his cock slumped sleepily 
against one thigh. `Happy now, jerkoff? Now fuck off and go have your 
shower.'' 

`Actually,' Travis said, his eyebrows raised, `it looks like you're the
jerkoff, dude.' Travis could not contain his mischievous smile. 

`Fuck you,' Greg said coldly, his faced flushed even redder than before.

`Oh come on, come on, Greg. It is no big deal. Do you have any idea
how often I jerk off? Almost every night, I wait and wait, trying to 
stay awake while I listen for your breathing to slow, so I know that 
you are sleeping, and then I go at it myself. Hammer and tongs. 
Honestly, Greg. Every guy does it, it is no big deal.' 

In an unprecedented act of bravery, Greg took the leap. `So why don't
we ever do it together then?' Greg asked, his heart pounding so hard 
now it was actually painful. 

`Together?' Travis looked more confused then horrified. `Why?' 

This stumped Greg for a second. Why? 

`Why not? It'll be cool.' It was a lame response, but the best he
could muster. Travis seemed to contemplate this for a moment, and then 
agreed, on one condition: no touching. 

`Yeah, jeez, no shit,' Greg said, although inside he was feeling sick
with disappointment. Well, at least he could see Travis pumping his 
hard cock. That was a good start, more than he could have hoped for. 

`Okay, go on then,' Travis said, gesturing towards Greg with his
outstretched arm. The big Travis smile was gone. He seemed nervous. 
He folded his arms across his chest. 

`No way, fuck you,' Greg said. `We've got to do it at the same time.' 

Travis seemed to think about the situation yet again. `Okay,' he said,
`but my dick is as soft as dishrag. I need to get it hard first.' 

Greg's heart soared. This is it, he thought, this is my chance. I can
get you hard, Travis trust me. Go ahead, make my day. 

`Ah!' Travis said, turning towards his bed and crouching down. `Here we
go.' Before he could see it, he knew what it was: a straight porno 
mag. Still, if it meant watching Travis blow his hot load, then Greg 
was happy toplay along. He'd spent hours jerking off to straight porn 
anyway.