In the interview with Mizz Geena I described Krissi’s arrival to visit me at my college apartment; that I’d made him strip in front of my roommates, run an errand, naked, and then sleep on the couch, without a stitch on, his clothes locked in my room.

This is the story of the morning after, which I promised to tell.  Again, dialogue is as I recall, reconstructed to recreate those moments.

The next morning, my immediate roommate (there were 2 girls in each of 2 bedrooms) rose, went out to the living room, then returned immediately, waking me.

“Meghan, you’ve got to go look.  He’s got morning wood.  You should see it.”

“What?”

“Morning wood.”  She looked at me as if I was an idiot. “He’s got a huge erection.” (… another term I’d never heard.  And – go figure – Renee would be familiar).

I got up. Renee got the other girls, who rushed to come look too.

He was sleeping; we thought soundly.

“Let’s measure it,’ Renee whispered, immediately rushing away for a ruler, quickly located.

She then attempted to make the measurement.  He was laying somewhat facing the back of the couch so she had to stand flush with the front and reach over his body.  Her gown draped onto him.

We all struggled to not giggle; but it was exciting … for a moment or two; then he stirred, rolling over toward us, and opened his eyes, then quickly sat up, his big dick pointing right at us.

We were all grinning.

“Krissi (I used his given name), stand up.”

“Renee, measure him.”

She jammed the ruler into his tummy.

“8 ½,” she said. “Wow.”

Then layed it across it. “Mmmm, about 2”

We all just stared; still smiling broadly.

Jenny said, “Wow, Meghan, I like that!!”

At that time neither Jenny nor I were grooming our pussies.  Renee and Karen were.

Karen remarked, “it’ll look better, and even bigger, if we get all that hair off.”

“Yes; let’s shave him,” said Renee, and left for the bathroom to get a razor and creme.

“No, Renee, wait,” said Karen.  “Let’s wax him instead.  I wax.  I’ll wax him,” and left to get what she needed.  Jenny grabbed a robe and went out the front door.

I then asked, “Krissi, are you hungry?”

Of course, what 21 year old boy is ever not hungry?

“Yes.”

“OK, how about cereal?  I don’t want to take the time to cook just now.”

“Fine.”

I quickly made cereal for all and set the counter. [The kitchen in my apartment had a a bar-like countertop extending from one wall.  It sat 3 comfortably along one side, a 4^th at the end or other side, which then cramped the kitchen.  We had 4 barstools along the front, on the living room side.]

As I did, Jenny returned with 3 girls who lived down the hall, her friends.

“Jennnnyyyyy!” I said.

“Well, Meghan, you sent him across the river last night to get cold cuts.  Naked.  So, what’s the big deal?”

She had a point but I wasn’t totally comfortable not being in control.

It then became clear that the 4^th girl from their apartment was calling her friends to tell them what was going on.

My apartment filled pretty quickly; mostly with girls still in gowns.

Krissi was harder than ever.

“Sorry Ladies, not enough cereal for everyone.,” I said.

Someone replied “we’re not here to eat,” then someone else immediately, “speak for yourself … I see what I want for breakfast!”

… A mob of college girls, quickly getting horny.”

“Everyone grab a seat wherever you can.  Krissi, hop up here.”  I handed him a bowl of cereal and patted my hand on the bar.  He moved a barstool aside and hopped up, resting his feet on 2 stools.

“No, we need those seats. Let your legs dangle or pull them up onto the counter.”

There was immediate concurrence, “Yes, pull them up.”  And when he did (he was being a very good boy!), “spread them apart.”

And so, there he was, spread wide for a room full of girls, and on a platform for their viewing pleasure, super-hard cock pointed at the ceiling.

As you might imagine in a room full of college girls  – getting more packed by the minute – there were lots of comments and plenty of laughter.

Krissi, not shy to be male, in any way, turned up his cereal bowl to drink the rest of its contents, truck stop style. Renee immediately said, “ isn’t that polite?  We’ll have to teach you some manners, too!”  Everyone laughed.  She continued “these people back here – she pointed to the hallway, which had filled – can’t see very well.  Stand up and turn around so everyone gets a good look.”

He did the best he could, crouching beneath the ceiling.  Girls giggled.  Some clapped.

Karen then piped up. “We think he’ll be much more presentable if we get all that hair off.  So, I’m going to wax him.  Let’s make room so he can get down.  Krissi, lay on your back on the coffee table.  You girls, there – pointing at the coffee table – trade places with him.  You sit up here, on the counter.”

Krissi slid off the counter, the hard cock right in a couple girls’ faces, and slipped between several more, it brushing against them as he squeezed though, to take his place on the coffee table, as ordered.  From where I stood at that moment, by body language and expressions, one of more of them took his cock in hand as he went by and, in that moment, I decided that there’d be none of that.  But honestly, must say that I was enjoying the show as much as anyone and climbed a barstool rung to get up on the counter, in the middle, to keep a close eye on things.

Karen got immediately to work, girls squeezing in around her.   She trimmed him properly, then applied the strips, doing the shaft first, then the ball sac.

“Krissi, spread your legs as wide as you can.”

Girls got out of the way and also took hold of his legs to help.

At some point, a girl remarked, “Karen, it looks like you’ve done this before.”  Giggles. “She replied, “I do myself … more challenging than this.  Krissi pull your knees up.”

Karen cleaned things up at his legs then did the perineum.

I’ll admit, it was arousing watch her handle him.

“Krissi, roll over.  Get on your stomach.”  And he did; girls giving way but always focused on the cock.  The whole thing was impressive.  A really nice penis, now almost completely bare.  What could a college girl like better?

The touching continued.  His butt was like a Greek statue.  Girls couldn’t resist.

Once he was on his tummy, Karen: “I need a little help.  You two, spread his cheeks.

The room was almost breathless, excited smiles all around.

Karen waxed the anus and cleft, then “Krissi, raise your hips a touch.”  Then she reached between his legs, grabbed the hard cock, pulled it between them, then patted his butt back down.

“He’s done,” she announced.

There he lay, face down, legs spread a bit, completely bare cock and balls pulled down between them, beginning to drip (maybe I just hadn’t noticed before).

Immediately, I said: “Stand up, Krissi, give us all a good look.  That’s good.  Wow, you do look good.  Keep turning around.  Slowly.  Give everyone time to stare a bit.”

He did exactly as he was told.  I came to know that he actually didn’t mind being exhibited, going back to his childhood when it wasn’t uncommon for him to be naked with girls.

“Now, bend over.  Spread your feet and grab your ankles.  … Good!  Now, again, turn slowly.”

This went on for, maybe, ten minutes.

Then, Karen, running fingers over the shaft and balls, to admire her handiwork, “This is how it should be: nice and smooth.” Grabbing the shaft firmly, “and hard as a rock!  Krissi, hop down and let the girls feel you.”

“Nope.  That’s enough.  Look but don’t touch.  I’ll do the handling,” I said.

And that was pretty much that.  It’s almost guaranteed that most every girl in the room would have loved to paw all over him, and more …

“Ladies, if you will take one last good look, then go get dressed; so will we.”

They slowly filed out.  Krissi remained, standing, on the coffee table.  Once the audience thinned a little, he stepped down. Several girls were within arm’s reach and wouldn’t let the opportunity pass.  They touched, patted, and lightly squeezed him: butt, back, thighs, and tummy, brushing the cock, of course.

When it was again only my roommates and me, came a proper cooked breakfast.  Jenny did the honors.  She asked Krissi to help.  Naked and hard, of course. We weren’t done with him yet …

Later.