False Alarm

It was a hot day. I was drenched with sweat as I made my way back to the dorm after completing my daily run. Over the past few months, I had learned that routine was important for my well-being; on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I ran on the trail through the campus arboretum from 11 a.m. to noon.

I let myself into the dorm using my keycard, then bounded up the stairs to my room on the third floor. I anticipated that my roommates would still be rubbing the sleep from their eyes. They tended to hibernate until at least noon on Fridays, even if it meant missing breakfast and morning classes.

I lived in what was referred to as a "quad suite" by the university. There was a small common space that bifurcated into two quaint bedrooms on either side. My roommates and I were pretty different, but we had one main thing in common: we all liked to screw around with one another.

We had only known each other for eight months. I was still surprised that we had become such good friends so quickly. That having been said, four pranksters living in close quarters was a recipe for trouble. Things had gotten pretty inappropriate more than a few times; fortunately, it seemed like all of us could take it as well as we could dish it out.

Franklin, who shared a room with me, had taken a picture of himself tea-bagging our suitemate, Alexei, when he'd been passed out. He'd made sure to show the photo to most everyone living in the dorm. Alexei had retaliated by pissing in Franklin's gym bag before he'd gone over to the athletic center to lift weights one morning.

Me and Alexei's roommate, Diego, had eventually gotten dragged into the rivalry as well. 'Dragged' isn't really fair. Like I said, all four of us were pretty immature. The two of them had snuck into our room one night and slathered us with shaving cream. Franklin and I had had to spend most of the day washing our bedding and scrubbing dried white goop from our bedframes.

None of us ever held a grudge though. We would get drunk in the evenings and laugh about whatever random joke one of us had most recently played on the other.

The hijinks had escalated to a new level earlier that week. We had all been tossing back tequila at a frat party. Alexei had noticed a pull-up bar in one of the door frames leading to a hallway. He bet Franklin that he could beat him in a contest.

Franklin and Alexei were both incredibly competitive. Franklin had been the star pitcher on his high school baseball team. He was used to being admired by throngs of adoring fans. Alexei competed on the college gymnastics team. He was a compact powerhouse of muscle. He seemed embittered by the fact that nobody cared about his current accomplishments in gymnastics as much as Franklin's stories about his high school glory days.

A small group of people had started to form a circle around the doorway with the pull-up bar as Alexei had hyped up the competition. Franklin had started things off. He turned in a circle in front of the onlookers while kissing his biceps, then got started. I had somehow become stranded on the other side of the door so that I was watching him from behind. To be honest, my memory is hazy since I ended up passing out later that night.

I do remember cheering along with that crowd and counting each pull-up Franklin completed. I always sided with my roommate; it was team Franklin and Logan versus team Alexei and Diego.

Alexei's face had turned sour as Franklin had hit the twenty pull-up mark. He'd shrugged his shoulders and commented that twenty pull-ups would be nothing for him. He'd said that Franklin wouldn't be able to complete a single rotation on the pommel horse. I'd rolled my eyes, feeling annoyed at the size of his grandiose ego.

Franklin had been dripping with sweat. It'd been unseasonably hot for early May; the temperature had hit ninety degrees midday. He'd huffed as he'd pulled himself up to complete a thirtieth pull-up before letting go of the bar. He'd looked tired but proud as he'd walked over and slapped Alexei across the back.

Alexei had stepped towards to doorway, nodding at me on the other side of the frame. He'd turned to face the small crowd assembled before him. Compared to Franklin's six-foot-one stature, Alexei looked pint-sized at five-foot-five. If it weren't for his oversized muscles, I was certain that he would have never been able to get laid.

"It's too hot in here," Alexei had said as he'd pulled off his tank top and tossed it in Franklin's face.

A few of the girls in the crowd had catcalled him, making comments about his defined abs and massive pecs. I couldn't see his face, but I was certain he'd been smiling. I'd realized that he almost looked like he was dressed for the gym in his red nylon shorts and well-worn sneakers. He had never been one to dress up when we'd gone to a frat party. It wasn't my thing either, but at least I usually tossed on some jeans and a polo shirt.

Alexei had jumped up to the bar and immediately started doing pull-ups at twice the speed that Franklin had. Diego had been the first person to cheer him on, although it hadn't taken long for the crowd to start applauding as well.

I'd glanced over at Franklin. He'd been looking irked as Alexei had hit the twenty pull-up mark with relative ease. He'd mouthed the words, Such as fucking show-off, to me. I'd chuckled since it was true that Alexei was quite full of himself.

Suddenly, a devious thought had crossed my mind. I don't think I would have never acted on it if I had been sober.

Alexei had begun to slow down as he'd approached the benchmark of thirty pull-ups. He'd started to pretend to struggle - mocking Franklin's performance. I'd found it distasteful; it was one thing to be a sore loser, but he had found a way to be a sore winner.

He'd pulled himself up as the crowd had loudly cheered, "Thirty!" He'd frozen in position, with his head above the bar, looking out at the fawning coeds. Franklin had been pretending not to care, though not very well.

"How many more of these do you think I can do?" Alexei had asked. "I think I have at least..."

I'd lunged forward swiftly, looping my thumbs into the waistband of Alexei's red nylon shorts. It had felt as if I was watching myself, rather than being in control of my actions. I'd yanked his shorts and boxers down in the blink of an eye.

I hadn't stopped there either. I hadn't meant to go further, but the loose boxers and shorts had easily slipped over his sneakers. I'd realized that they were balled up in my hands. Alexei had continued to hang there in a daze. I could see the light reflecting off his almost-alabaster ass. It had a bit of a peach tint. That, I remember.

"Oh my god!" a girl had called out.

Everyone had burst out laughing. Alexei had dropped from the bar, almost stumbling as he'd hit the ground. He'd quickly cupped his hands over his crotch while hunching over. He'd spun around to find me standing behind him with his clothes in my hands.

"He's so small!" another girl had cackled.

"He's got a baby-dick!" her friend had piled on.

I'd realized then that I had only seen Alexei's dick once before: when I had accidentally walked in on him while he'd been changing. I hadn't exactly stopped to gawk, so I hadn't gotten a good look. Besides that, his dick had been soft. I'd really had no way of knowing what was going on down there.

Alexei hadn't said anything. I could feel him pleading with his eyes though as people in the crowd had continued to mocked him. I'd felt a little bad for him, but I'd also liked seeing him being knocked down a peg after what he had done to Franklin.

Alexei had reached out to grab his clothes. I'd yanked them away, holding them as high as I could over his head. At six-foot-three, I towered over him. He'd removed one hand from his crotch and made a desperate attempt to grasp at his boxers and shorts.

I could see that Franklin was almost doubling over with laughter; Diego had looked pissed. Alexei had been waving his hand in the air futilely, as though his clothes were a basketball that I'd been formally bound to pass from a standstill. To his credit, he'd gotten some real air with his jumps, but I'd managed to move my arm to prevent him from grabbing hold of his clothes.

"Over here," Franklin had called out, cupping his hands to indicate he was open.

I'd tossed the balled-up garments through the air and Franklin had caught them with ease. I'd noticed around that same time that some of the people watching had had their phones out; I'd assumed they were taking both photos and videos.

Alexei had spun around on his heels, almost losing his balance. While he'd been steadying himself, I'd stepped forward and slipped both of my arms under his armpits from behind and locked my hands behind his neck. The nelson was one of the only holds I remembered from a passing interest in wrestling years earlier.

Alexei had started flailing, his feet barely touching the ground. His breathing had been frantic as he'd tried to wriggle free.

"Look at his little pee-pee jiggle," a girl called out. "I've never seen one that small!"

"My thumb's bigger than that," the guy standing next to her guffawed.

I'd only managed to hold him for a few moments before he'd kicked at my shin hard enough to make me recoil in pain.

I'd watched as he'd shamefully slinked over to Franklin, asking for his clothes back. I don't know if Franklin had felt like he had officially bested Alexei, or if he'd just felt bad for him, but he'd handed him the ball of fabric. Alexei had darted into the bathroom without looking at me.

The rest of that night was a blur. I'd woken up the next morning with the general awareness that I had done something I regretted.

The next few days must have been a living hell for Alexei. Videos and photos of me holding his restrained naked body had spread across campus like wildfire. Someone had even made a meme of the image that showed a cartoon hand holding up a magnifying glass next to Alexei's dick - which I'd learned was actually a little under two inches - and a caption that read: "Where's Willy?"

I had decided that I needed to apologize to Alexei, but he'd been nowhere to be found. Diego had told me that he was staying with a friend off-campus for a few days. I could tell that he was angry with me as well.

It had been a few days since that party; I'd actually noticed Alexei's duffel bag on the floor of the suite's common area when I'd headed out earlier that morning. I had spent part of my run thinking about how to say I was sorry.

I walked the last few steps towards the dorm room. The white board plastered on the wood door had been graffitied yet again. Someone kept writing "BABY DICK!" on it in black sharpie. I rubbed the words off with the palm of my hand.

I opened the door to find Diego and Alexei sitting on the couch. They immediately turned silent; I knew that they must have been talking about me. I hesitated for a moment before walking over to Alexei.

"Can I talk with you for a second?" I asked.

Diego looked at Alexei with an odd expression. I assumed he was feeling protective. Alexei nodded towards him.

"Sure," he said.

Diego left and headed into their shared bedroom. I gently perched myself on the edge of the couch, trying not to get too comfortable. Alexei met my gaze with an undeniably icy one. I could feel the chill in my bones.

"Look," I started. "Alexei, I just wanted to say that I wasn't thinking clearly the other night. I had a bit too much to drink and was acting stupid. I wish that I hadn't done what I did to you."

I waited for him to say something to let me know just how upset he was with me. I had never been comfortable with silence. I felt the pressure to fill up the space.

"I mean we are always doing stupid stuff to each other, right? It's not like you haven't done stuff to me that I didn't think was funny in the moment. I mean, it wasn't meant to be serious; I was just trying to joke around."

I knew how bad it sounded as soon as it came out of my mouth. It had turned from an apology into an excuse - even a demand that he not be so upset about it. It wasn't at all what I had been planning to say. I tried to pivot back to some of the lines I'd been half-practicing during my run.

"I guess..." I started again.

"It's fine," Alexei said. "Like you said, you weren't trying to do anything mean. You were just joking around."

Alexei's mood had shifted, which threw me for a loop. He was smiling, and his body language had become less guarded. I was shocked; I couldn't fully believe that he had forgiven me so easily.

"I mean it was pretty impressive, in a way," he continued. "I don't think I've ever seen your slow ass move as quickly as when you pantsed me. If you had that speed on the soccer field, we would've won the intramural league."

Alexei chuckled as he placed his hand on my shoulder. He loved to poke at me for not being as athletically skilled as him; it was part of our banter. I started to feel a weight lifting in my chest, and a general thaw. It didn't feel like empty words he was throwing up to hide his true feelings.

"Do you want to join us for lunch?" he asked.

"Sure," I said. "I just finished my run though, and I kind of smell. Can we go in twenty minutes so I have time to shower?"

"No problem," he said. "Ask Franklin if he wants to come with us too."

I nodded as I walked towards my room. Upon entering, I saw Franklin sprawled on his bed, staring at his phone. He didn't even look up to acknowledge that I had entered. I knew he was just distracted; he hadn't acted any differently with me after what had happened.

I started to strip off my clothes. I tossed them into a hamper crammed in the back of the shared closet.

"Do you want to go to lunch with us after I shower?"

"With who?"

"Me, Diego, and Alexei."

"Alexei's back?"

"Yeah, I just spoke with him. He doesn't actually seem that bent out of shape about what happened."

I finished wrapping my towel around my waist and slid on my plastic shower sandals. I turned around to see that Franklin had placed his phone on the pillow next to him.

"Sure, tell Baby Dick I'll come with you guys," he said with a smirk.

"Dude, really?" I asked. "Can you just try to lay off of him for a little while?"

"Yes, Dad," he replied in a sarcastic tone as he reached for his phone again.

I headed for the bathroom; it was only a few doors down from our room. We lived in a coed residence building, but the facilities on the third floor were just for men. It was nice not having to walk too far when I needed to go piss in the middle of the night.

I grabbed my toiletries from the small locker that had been assigned to me. I walked to one of the sinks mounted on the wall below a long mirror. There wasn't anyone else in the bathroom, which wasn't atypical for that time of day on a Friday.

I started to brush my teeth; I had forgotten to do it earlier that morning. I stared at myself as the cool mint tickled my tongue. My six-foot-three frame had to hunch a bit to reach down to the sink. I was almost as muscular as Alexei; it was just that his compact body made his physique look more impressive.

I looked at my buzzed blond hair and hazel eyes. I was still feeling ambivalent about having cut off my wavy locks, but I had felt the need for a change a few weeks earlier. I could see the stubble sprouting on my square jawline. I decided not to shave; I just couldn't be bothered.

I finished brushing my teeth, tossing the toothpaste and brush back in the locker. There were three individual showers units. I skipped over to the one in the middle, pulled back the curtain, and hopped inside. I turned on the knobs on the wall to get the perfect temperature of water. I had taken a lot of practice to learn the right way to twist them. The water cascaded down over my body. It was still a little cold at first; I couldn't tell you if I was dumb or just stubborn, but I refused to stay outside the shower and keep testing the water over and over again with my hand. I guess it made me feel like a bit of a pussy.

I grabbed my bar of soap from the ledge; it had a subtle citrus smell that I'd taken a shine to. I started rubbing it on my pecs to create a lather, then ran it over the defined grooves of my six-pack before pushing it down to my right thigh. I started to knead the muscle; it could get tight after I went on a run.

The water and suds were caressing my dick; my forearm started to brush against the head as I rubbed my leg. I looked down at the soft five inches of flesh hanging between my thighs. My hands started to clean my package on autopilot.

I closed my eyes as my suds-covered fingers worked their way up and down my shaft. I stopped briefly to cup and rub my pendulous balls. It only took me a few seconds to go from being on standby to ready for action. I gazed down to see my nine-inch dick jutting upwards with a slight curve.

I did the quick calculations that men have been doing for millennia. I tried to determine just how horny I was, how long it would take for me to cum, and whether it was worth it in that moment. Like many college kids, my math heavily favored cranking one - or another one - out. That morning was no different.

I placed my left hand on the tile wall and started stroking with the right. I had estimated that I could get to blast-off in just under three minutes. I began to firmly stroke the wide base as I played a movie in my mind of my ex-girlfriend stripping for me one of the first times we had hooked up.

DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!

I almost jumped out of my skin. The bar of soap clattered to the floor of the shower. It took me a moment to place the sound. It was the building's fire alarm.

Fuck! I thought to myself as I stared down at my raging hard-on. I knew that it was a false alarm. The wiring in the building was complete shit; the alarm had inadvertently gone off three times already since we had returned from spring break.

I knew that protocol was that we were supposed to immediately go to the grassy area in front of the building. I imagined myself out there, drenched and wrapped in a towel, right at the heart of campus. At that time of day, I knew there would be streams of people passing through it in every direction, to every destination.

I opened the curtain and peeked out to see if anyone else was in the restroom. I figured I could ask them to confirm that it was a false alarm. I didn't need the RA writing me up for not following protocol. Nobody was around. I suddenly remembered that the RA had a class on the other side of campus around lunch.

Feeling a sense of relief, I returned to my shower. I tried to tune out the reverberating chimes, while also trying to listen for anybody who might walk into the bathroom.

I looked down at my cock, letting out a contemplative sigh. I had just started getting myself going. I knew that I could bust a nut in no time. I thought that I would probably even get back to my room before they had turned off the alarm.

I closed my eyes and resumed my position, with one hand on the wall and the other on my rod. I began rocking my hips forward, pretending that the lather in my fist was a luscious pussy. I glanced down to watch my large cock sliding in and out of my clenched palm.

The soft scent of the suds started to become distorted. It wasn't like anything I had ever smelled before. It made me think of a luau - open fire pits and yuzu. I pushed the invading sensation out of my mind and resumed the more titillating movie.

I imagined my ex's full tits bouncing up and down as she pulled off her sweater. I could picture the large, pink nipples that I had loved to tease with my tongue. My cock dripped a long strand of pre-cum; the thick, sticky thread extended several inches.