Xmas Tales: The Stragglers
By Friday afternoon, campus was like a ghost town. It had been emptying out steadily for days, slowly at first, then real quick all of a sudden by Thursday, as everybody finished up with finals and got on the road home for the holidays as soon as they could. Not Aiden, though. His last final was one of the ones that got pushed back to Friday afternoon, the last of the last, thanks to losing a couple of class days to snow at the end of November. His classmates had been pissed about that, but Aiden hadn’t minded. The gym wasn’t as crowded, lines at the dining hall were shorter, and the halls of the dorms were a lot quieter.
Now, Aiden was one of the last ones, one of the few stragglers left, and he was kind of loving it. He unlocked his dorm room door, tossed his phone and keys on the bed, and took in the sight of the half-empty room with a smile. His roommate had headed home late on Wednesday, and already it was almost like he’d never been there, nothing left of him but the vague imprint of his body on the stripped-down mattress across from Aiden’s bed. It was quiet in here. Quiet on the whole floor, in fact. First real quiet Aiden had experienced in months. For the first time in forever, he had a space of his own, privacy to do as he pleased, and it was almost as good as a vacation.
As soon as those two important words registered - quiet and privacy, Aiden knew what he wanted to do, more than anything. Kind of celebrate the end of finals, the end of semester, a release of the pent-up stress he’d been experiencing lately. His cock started to tingle into wakefulness inside his jeans as he ran his hand over it, feeling it stirring, smiling to himself as he tugged his belt open and kicked off his boots.
He could take his time jerking off now, just lay out on top of the covers, sprawled across his bed, completely naked in the daylight, feeling on his body as he stroked on his cock. He had a pretty nice cock, he thought, and he didn’t get nearly enough chances to admire it lately. There was always that tension in his belly, that risk that his roommate might come through the door at any minute, and catch him with his dick in his hand. Made it hard to really enjoy a good session of alone-time. Not now, though. Now, he didn’t have to stifle his noises, his grunts of pleasure, the soft wet schwick-schwick-schwick of his lubed fist gliding up and down the length of his cock, his lusty moans as he took himself up to the brink, then backed off, tugging on his fat young balls to hold off the wave of his orgasm, so he could build right back up again. Yeah, Aiden thought - now this was luxury.
As he got deeper into his stroke, pinching his stiff nip, feeling up the pump he’d gotten at the gym this morning, luxuriating in the quiet peace, he got to thinking about where else it’d be quiet on the floor. Another place he could really go to town on himself, and not get busted. He grinned to himself, and backed the pace of his hand down to a slow maintenance stroke, tuning his ears to the hall, listening for the sounds of other people. Grinned wider as his ears registered the complete silence.
Yeah bro, he thought. Let’s do it.
Aiden swung his legs off the bed, found his sweats and T-shirt from his workout this morning, then tugged them on, his cock making an obscene tent in his grey sweatpants. He grinned at it in his mirror, tugging on the long, hard arc of it, making it throb some more. Then he grabbed his towel and his shower bag and his keys, and headed down the hall to the bathrooms, letting his cock bulge lead the way, a big wicked smile on his face the whole time.
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