Dude, that’s messed up…!

"Dude, get over here! That sophomore girl, Julie, is in the pool!

Brad finished pulling on his board shorts and joined his roommate at the window, tying the draw cord. He laughed quietly. "Paying extra for poolside was worth it man! Is that bikini even legal?

"Told ya! Sweet! Her friend's smokin' too!"

Tom gently gripped himself thru the fabric of his board shorts as he watched the girls, just one floor below at the pool.

"Dude, don't do that! Don't perv out on me!"

"What, aren't you turned on? That's a thong bikini! Don't you like girls, Brad?"

"Shut up, Tom."

There was silence for a few seconds, then...

"I'd tap that."

"Uh. I'd be happy forever just to see her naked."

"Mmm oh yeah. Check out the guy in the blue boardies! He must lift."

Brad looked curiously at his roommate. "Are you bi, Tommy?"

"Nah, maybe just a little jealous. The girls must jump on his dick."

Brad laughed, then looked at Tom and almost shouted. "Oh my god, Tom! Seriously! Can you get your hand out of your shorts? I'm standing right here! I thought we were going to to the pool!"

"I can't. Not yet. I gotta rub one out."

"I'm standing right here! Shit, Tom! I'm not gay-i don't wanna see this-this-what you're doing!"

"Relax. Like you don't do it. God, that Julie is SMOKIN' hot!" He eased the waist band of his shorts and wrapped his fingers around his warm stiffie.

"Dude, this is just weird. Stop it. Do it on your own time!"

"You know you want to do it too! I saw you looking at the new girls, those frosh girls, yesterday at the gym. Go on, get it out and have fun. Just don't stand too close to the window."

"Bro, I'm not masturbating with you! That's messed up!"

"No, it's healthy. And it's not WITH me. Suit yourself. Just don't watch me, or YOU'RE the perv."

Tom took a quick pic with his phone and sent it to Brad. "Zoom on this!"

Brad's phone buzzed and he looked down. "Ohhhh! You can see her nipples through that!"

"Great tits, huh? Makes me hard just to think about them. But I'm going to fix that right now." He padded over to the other side of the room, pushed down his board shorts, stepped out of them and sat in the big chair at his desk.

Brad turned back to the window. "Yeah, I want to," he said quietly, "I still say it's messed up."

He looked over his shoulder-Tom's eyes were closed and with one hand he was holding a sock, with the other he was slowly and firmly tugging his dick.

Brad grinned and mentally shrugged. He moved closer to the window and pulled open the velcro on his boardies. He lifted out his cock and started to stroke it.

Down below, the girls were playing some sort of water volleyball. The object of his affection was facing away from him, and each time she jumped for the ball he was treated to a view of her firm young ass, the wet swim bottom leaving little to the imagination. Ignoring the occasional quiet groan from Tom, he moved closer to the window and started to jack it a little more forcefully.

He looked over his shoulder again. Tom's cock was in the sock and he was working it with one hand, the other holding his phone in front of his face.

He spit into his hand several times, then gripping himself with both hands, he held the shaft and with the other hand began twisting the tip like he was opening a bottle.

Down below the girls finished their game and pulled themselves up on the edge and sat side by side. When Julie's boobs came into sight he almost moaned.

He dropped his boardies and they puddled around his ankles as he cupped his balls with one hand and stroked harder and faster with the other.

He moved his left hand from his balls and made an O shape around the base of his shaft and pressed, pushing deep with every stroke of his other hand.

One of the girls playfully pulled Julie's bikini top down and Julie squealed and covered up with her hands.

He was slipping his right hand onto and off of the tip when her beautiful breasts, topped with perky nipples, came into view.

It was all he needed. He groaned as rope after rope blew out of his twitching cock. He used his free hand to steady himself against the window frame and milked out every drop of his nasty cream.

He looked down at his dripping cock, and said "Tom?"

"Yeah, what?"

"I'm going to need something to clean this window."