Molded Pt. 01

This is my first story I've ever written. It is a true story about my adventures in college. I plan to make this a few chapters long. Any type of feedback would be great. Looking for tips to be able to write these better and for your enjoyment. All names have been changed, but the scenarios are real, and my memories of these are very good as I loved these adventures.

Freshman year of college, everything is new right? One minute you're a freshman in high school, and in the blink of an eye, 4 years is done, you're graduated and moving on with life. At least, that's how it felt for me, especially with sports. Playing 3 different sports throughout each year of high school really makes the time fly. Soccer in the fall, basketball in the winter and then baseball in the spring, really no time for anything else. But, being a young guy, you always have time for something else, especially the girls. That filled a lot of my time in high school. Was definitely not a ladies man, was a very monogamous person and liked to date for longer than one or two months like most guys did. So I had 3 really serious relationships with girls throughout high school, and went on plenty of other dates that just didn't work out for some reason or another. I stayed a virgin until after I graduated and then kinda went wild, was always into females though, especially in college. That was, until I felt myself being molded into something different by a dorm mate that lived right next to me.

Nate, was not a jock, not skinny, toned or ripped by any means, very much an average guy, with a little "dad bod" and a nice beard to go alone with his jet black hair. Stood about 6 feet even, 220 and a great smile to boost his nice looks. Now, let me preface this with saying I was never attracted to men, sure, I watched gay porn every once in awhile, you know, change it up a bit, but never was sexually attracted to males, not even Nate.

Being a soccer player in college, I was always getting back to the dorms late after practices or games, always sore and always tired. I kept up with my school work and classes, even had a little bit of time for the ladies, which worked out in my favor. Nate always noticed that I was tired and coming back to the dorms late, and he would offer to get me food and help with classes as he was a year ahead of me. I always thought that was very kind of him, never really had friends like that, so it was cool to see somebody else that wanted to see me survive and thrive in life. Nate and I became great friends over the first month of school and I was excited because leaving my old life behind meant meeting new people, and I wasn't always the best at that.

Oh, me, I'm 6 foot 1 and at the time was about 175 pounds, rather lanky from all the sports that kept me in shape. I am a huge nerd, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, you name it and I loved it. Remember when I said I had a hard time with friends? That would've been numero uno as to why it was always difficult. All the other guys were into cars or some other type of activity that I knew nothing about. Sometimes I could connect with people about sports, but that was never a guarantee as I really like to watch soccer, and that's not too big in the States. Music is something that has always been in my soul as well, but not the mainstream music, more the grunge and punk rock or "emo", as some might call it. Just another reason to have a smaller friend group right?

Alright, now that all the introductions are out of the way, let me tell you how I had my world opened up and molded by someone that I would've never expected.

It was just one month into the school year and I was coming home from a practice that was very grueling on my body and it was very apparent by the limp I had gained from a groin and hamstring injury that practice. I limped up the 3 flights of stairs and turned the corner to find Nate coming out of the bathroom.

"Another night of practice?" Nate asked me.

"Yea, and not a particularly fun one tonight at that. Might have stretched my leg out a little too far this time," I replied, while I hobbled to my dorm door.

Nate quickly strode over and took my bag off my shoulder as I unlocked the door to my room. "Here, least I can do, don't want to watch you hobble with a heavy bag," Nate said, in almost an excited tone.

I looked at him and thought to myself 'wow, this is nice to have a friend like this so close' as I replied with, "Thanks, appreciate the help man. Wish they made icy hot so it could go closer to your balls. Don't want to mess with that stuff accidentally getting on there."

We walked into my dorm room, the night light was the only light on, I left it on every time I left to go to a late night practice so that I wasn't walking into a dark dorm room. Nobody likes to stub their toes on the chairs that they like to cram in those tiny rooms. Nate laid down my bag by it's normal spot and I collapsed on my bed with my legs dangling over the side. Wincing with every move from the pain in my leg.

After taking notice of my very apparent injury, Nate asked, "Have you ever gone to get a massage anywhere? Might help with the aches and pains."

"No, I can't afford that man. I'm a college student and this University isn't big enough to have a person that does that for the team," I replied, a little annoyed that I didn't pick somewhere that had a physical therapy team for the players.

Nate laughed, "Oh I'm aware. I can't afford that either, but I don't need one, but from the looks of it you do. And, you're lucky enough to have a dorm mate that took some massage therapy classes during the summer, as kind of a start to a side hustle. I wanted to be able to afford things during college without taking out a massive amount of student loans."

My ears perked up at the sound of that. Not at the thought of another man touching me, but just the thought of getting some relief from sore muscles. We talked about his massage classes and what he had to do during the classes. The different techniques that he had learned: deep tissue, reflexology, trigger point therapy and sports massage. At mention of the last type of technique he learned, I was intrigued, so I asked, "What does sports massage entail exactly?"

"Just targeting the muscles that are used in sports and helping prevent injuries by making sure those groups of muscles are relaxed and not knotting up," Nate said back to me. "I can show you a little bit of it if you're interested, might help. Sit in this chair and I will work your should muscles and see what you think."

I obliged. Gingerly getting up from my bed and making my way over, I sat back in the chair and he got started. His hands on my neck immediately sent chills down my spine in a good way. My shoulders were so tense from practices and carrying the load of 5 classes, that I practically melted in his hands. He was hitting spots on my shoulders and neck that I didn't even know hurt, and my groans of feeling my muscles relax let him know that he was doing a good job of finding those kinks.

"Do you want to take your shirt off?", Nate asked. "I have some lotion in my room that I can use to really get these kinks out if you'd like."

I hesitated, as I didn't know if I was comfortable with being touched by a guy with my shirt off. As I thought for a second, I reminded myself that it's just a should massage and to my knowledge, Nate wasn't gay or anything, so it would be just a normal shoulder massage. No roommates, so I didn't have to worry about that or anything. I leaned forward in the chair and removed my shirt to give him better access to my neck and back and told him to grab the lotion from his room so he didn't pull on my skin with his hands.

Nate left my room, and as I sat there, with relief radiating from my shoulders, I was thankful to have a friend like him, willing to help me out. Oh how naive I was.

Nate returned after about a minute with lotion in his hands and surprisingly, a foldable massage chair. This was the real deal too. It had the head and face holder to sit in an relax and I cocked my eyebrow and laughing as I said, "Just lotion huh?"

Nate smirked that friendly smirk and said, "Well this gives me more access to your back and shoulders and allows you to lean forward in bliss."

I chuckled and watched him set up the chair in the middle of the room. Took him a few minutes to get it adjusted to my head height and where it wouldn't strain my knees and back to lean into it. As I sat down on the chair, I heard the lotion cap pop open and his hands being lathered in lotion and then felt his gentle but strong touch on my neck and shoulders. He worked my shoulders, neck, shoulders blades and back so good, all I could do was send out little groans of pleasure when he would find a kink to work out.

After he told me he was done and I got up, I felt like a new guy from the waste up. As I hobbled over to the bed, Nate laughed at me as my groans of pain from my leg were noticeably loud. I laid on the floor of the dorm room as Nate packed up his chair and set it against the wall and tried to stretch my groin and hamstring out. Nate watched me as I stretched and struggled to breathe through the pain and motions of stretching.

"Want me to see if I can help stretch you out so that you don't have to struggle so much?", Nate said as he watched me try and move on the floor and get comfortable.

"Yeah, that would be great. We stretch each other on the field before games and it seems to help out," I replied, kind of excited to have someone help with that. Getting that added pressure put on a hamstring or groin stretch can really help out.

Nate got on the floor and I explained to him how we did stretches and he followed the directions to a T. He leaned my leg one way, then leaned it the other as moans on hurt escaped me. As we were stretching, I noticed Nate's hand getting closer and closer to my groin. As he was stretching me, he put my leg on his shoulder and my shorts fell up my thigh. I normally wouldn't think much about it because I have underwear on, but I didn't have a pair on that day, so my balls and cock were just sitting in plain view. Nate made a glance at them and then looked away, which was good with me. At that moment in time I didn't want another man looking at that, but then Nate made a suggestion that I couldn't pass up.

"How about I massage your thigh and see if that helps any of the pain that you have. I'll use the same lotion that I used on your shoulders so that I don't rip any hair out while I'm doing it," Nate asked me.

"Uh, sure, I've never had anyone do that before, but I'm not sure I'm 100% comfortable with that," I said back to Nate.

Nate, with a reassuring voice, said, "Don't make it weird, it's just a massage to help you out. I can see you're clearly in pain from this and I want to help out."

"You're right. I shouldn't make it weird," I sighed back to him. I still wasn't 100% comfortable, more like 90% at this point. I didn't know what to think, but he'd been a great friend since I met him, so I had no reason to doubt anything.

Nate got up, grabbed a few wash rags from his room, warmed them with hot water. He told me to wash my legs with them and to put one over my eyes while I lay down again. I washed my legs with them to get the dirt off and laid back down on the rug in the middle of my room. He sat right in between my legs Indian style and lathered up his hands with the lotion. He started to rub my calves up and down and work his thumbs into my calf muscles. It felt amazing, I washed in pure bliss, nothing but the rag over my eyes, and his hands on my legs, massaging every muscle he knew he could find.

As he was done with my calves on both legs, he started in on my thighs, first my right one, not going to low as to make me uncomfortable, but I think my groans of pleasure from feeling relief might have gave him some confidence when he moved to my injured left thigh. He worked my left thigh over slowly and gently, and I noticed his fingers inching ever closer to my groin. I started to lose any ability to tell him to stop, it felt good. Too good. I started to worry because his hands rubbing the inside of my thigh like that felt so damn good, I started to get hard. And I knew it was noticeable without any underwear on. I was torn between telling him to stop and seeing what would happen if I didn't say anything.

Just as I was wondering that, his fingertips grazed my balls and my taint and I gasped. He didn't do that again to make sure that I was cool with it. Inside I was screaming for him to touch me like that again, it was electric. What was happening to me? No, no, I was straight. I didn't want another man touching my balls or cock or anywhere near it, just as I was breathing in to say something, his fingertips grazed my balls a little gentler this time and lingered in that area as he pressed his fingertips into my taint and I was in heaven. I had never been touched like this before. The electricity that shot through me was unstoppable, I moaned as he caressed my balls and taint with his fingertips as he kept massaging. My legs betrayed me and opened up to allow more access to him. He shifted my leg just right and my cock shifted from the right side of my balls to the left side, in plain sight for him to see that I was getting hard.

On his next pass up my thigh, his right hand drifted higher and caught my cock in it's path and he lightly grabbed it between his fingertips on his way back down. I moaned just slightly, but slightly enough that Nate caught it and knew what he was going to do to me that night. His right hand kept lightly grabbing my cock as his left hand would caress my balls and tickle my taint. I was trapped. I tried to think about anything else, as to try and escape this trap. They always said baseball worked, so I tried to think of baseball as much as possible, but every time his hand would caress my cock and balls, the harder I got and the more I couldn't think straight.

Nate stopped to apply more lotion and asked if I was comfortable in my shorts or if I would like to take them off. I screamed internally to leave them on, but my thoughts and words betrayed me.

"Can you take them off please?", I said to Nate.

"Of course. Sit your butt up a little bit for me so I can take them off." Nate said, and I happily obliged, even though the internal struggle was still there.

With my shorts off Nate sat right back in between my legs and folded each leg over his knees so that they were wrapped around him, with my cock, balls and taint in clear view with plenty of access for Nate to mold me how he wanted me.

He started in slow, one hand on the inside of each thigh caressing me from my knee up to my cock. I grew harder with every passing motion that Nate did with his hands gliding along my skin. I was rock hard and Nate had me right where he wanted me. Every time he would graze my cock with his lotion hands I would moan and buck my hips a little. He was making me want to cum. And now, now I didn't care. My resolved was gone. It had been a few weeks since I had gotten off on account of being too tired to do anything after practice, and Nate had me wanting to cum so bad. He kept grazing my cock and teasing me, like he was waiting for an invitation from me to act on the boner that he created.

Nate kept working my thighs, my taint and my cock with each passing of his hands and I was leaking pre-cum like I have never leaked before. On on of the passes, he grabbed my cock and started to stroke it, and I moaned a moan that said "take me, I'm yours". He slowly started to stroke me and when I wasn't expecting it, Nate started to rub my hole in synchronization with his stroking. I was done for. There was no turning back now, he was going to make me cum. He was going to make me his just by this, because I knew I wanted this again in the future.

He kept stroking my cock slowly and using my pre-cum to lube it up more and more.

"Oh Nate, that feels amazing," I moaned. WTF. I can't believe that came out of my mouth.

But, honestly, in that moment, it did feel amazing, and I wanted to cum for him. He worked hard for this tonight. He kept stroking me and playing with my ass and taint while doing it. He knew just how to squeeze cock gently to make my hips shoot up off the ground and in motion with his hand. He was waiting for me to tell him to make me cum. He wanted me to beg for it. He kept stroking me just slow enough that I wouldn't cum, but just fast enough that I would get there but never get over the top.

"What do you want?" Nate asked with a sly little tone to his voice.

"Please Nate." I whimpered in his hands.

"Please Nate, what?", Nate mockingly asked me.

He was gonna make me say it. He wanted to make sure I was his in this moment. He wanted to make sure that I would come back for this time and time again. I was trying to not say it and see if he would give in and just make me cum. But Nate was persistent. He wasn't going to give in, he slowly but firmly stroked my cock and wouldn't do it on his own. My resolve was completely broken after about 15 mins straight of this cock torture.

"Please make me cum Nate." I moaned gently.

"I can't hear you, what was that?" Nate said with a grin on his face.

"Please make me cum Nate, I want you to make me cum. Don't stop until you want." I begged him with a whimper in my tone.

That was it, Nate heard what he wanted to hear. He stroked me so gently and fast that I think it took less than 20 seconds for me to explode. My cum shot out of my cock and onto my chin and chest the first 2 splurts. Nate wasn't satisfied with that though, he kept jacking my cock until I was begging him to stop, and even then he didn't. I stayed hard for him and he kept pumping my cock and making me squirm. I was beyond sensitive and squirming like crazy, but I loved feeling his hands on cock, using my own cum to keep me hard. I thought he wasn't going to stop until I came again, but he did. He stopped and slowly took his hands off my cock as he brought them to his lips and licked his hands clean. I laid there in complete ecstasy. A lot of people have this post nut clarity and regret, but I didn't. I started to wonder if maybe I was gay, or at least bi.

Nate licked his fingers clean and told me I tasted amazing. He said he couldn't wait until tomorrow night after the game. He was going to take real good care of me. Gave me an address to drive to after the game. Apparently he owns his own little massage spot. Needless to say, I was anxious to go, but also nervous about what this all meant. But I would soon find out exactly what I was in for After the game the next night. Nate would make sure of it.