Poorly Kept Secret (4/?)

Jeff couldn't help but notice that he was getting more looks these days. He'd never been anything special, not to the girls or the gals, but lately he'd noticed a lot of guys looking at him. He wasn't sure what kinds of looks they were. Some of them definitely were look looks, but most of them seemed more like hesitant wondering. Like there was something on his face that wasn't necessarily good or bad and nobody knew what it was and they were all too afraid to ask. Almost as if they weren't even sure if the thing actually was on his face or not. Jeff couldn't decide whether or not he liked it.
The university had both shower stalls and group showers. Jeff usually would use a stall, since more privacy is always a good thing. The group showers also had a sort of a, reputation. He stood at the corner between the group showers and the stalls and decided last minute to go in the group showers. At first, he justified it as him just wanting to try a new thing and have no fear, but then he quickly admitted to himself that it was because he wanted to sneak looks at the other guys' dongs and waggle his eyebrows at anyone who looked at his.
"Do you think it's really true?" Jeff overheard from the corner. He looked in that direction and saw two naked men gossiping, in the showers, close enough together that they could whisper in each others' ears. This was part of the reputation the showers had. Most universities don't have both stalls and group showers. So usually you wouldn't have a choice. However, when given the choice, only particular people would choose showering with all the other men naked, over having privacy.
"It sounds sort of unrealistic," said the other gossiping man, clearly making an effort to be quieter but failing because he still had to speak over the showers to be heard by his friend,
"Hey, there's no harm in asking, he's in the group showers! that must mean something!" Jeff briefly considered that they were talking about him, but then he dismissed the idea, it was so silly, of course they weren't. There were plenty of other men in the showers.
"I'm pretty sure, Sammy, that there is in fact harm in asking someone something that stupid."
"Whatever, I'm gonna be a brave-ass man and try it." Jeff rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and opened his eye, he noticed that the only ones in the shower were him and the two gossips. One of whom was walking right towards him. Sociology majors loved these showers. The man heading towards Jeff, happened to be one of them. He held out his hand to Jeff for a handshake. Jeff, without really thinking about it, gave his hand forward for the shake. He found himself pulled into a very strong grip of a handshake.
"Samir, and you're Jeff, right?" said the man. His tone was very different from when he was gossiping. Deeper, more powerful and confident. Almost commanding.
"Yes, that's me," said Jeff. There was a pause, as Samir slowly widened a grin and kept the handshake going. It was clear that neither of them had any idea of what to say next. Whatever Samir was planning to ask about, he seemed to not know how to ask it. So Jeff tried to make smalltalk. "I heard your friend over there call you Sammy?"
"Oh, yes, that's just what the other Sociology majors call me," said Samir, who seemed to have regained his footing. "You know, Psychology is a very close field to Sociology."
"Oh, yes, I'd imagine." Samir's friend in the corner could be heard stiffing back a giggle among the sounds of showers pouring and another silence as neither Jeff nor Samir really knew what else to say. Why was Samir talking to him?
"So uh . . . how about you write down your number for me?" said Samir. The sentence started out confident and commanding, but his voice cracked on the word number
"On what," said Jeff. Hot water continued to pour onto his back from the shower, running down his naked body where he definitely was not hiding any pens or paper. Samir's mouth was left hanging a bit open. His friend in the back stopped holding back his laughter. His cackles now echoed throughout the showers.
"Shut up, Rio!" Samir exclaimed, suddenly whipping his head back to shoot his friend a deadly glare of death, breaking the long overstayed handshake in the process, much to Jeff's relief. Jeff turned around and started to lather some soap over his chest, he came to the showers for the sake of showering, and he felt like he was wasting a lot of time and water.
"What Sammy here is trying to say is that he wants you to suck his dick!" Rio shouted, the word dick echoed and Rio kept on laughing. For a split second, Jeff was confused, then something clicked and he spun around to look at Samir.
"Well why didn't you say so!" said Jeff. He dropped the soap and to his knees. Samir was standing just a bit too far away for him to reach, so Jeff had to walk forward a bit on his knees before he could start going to town.
"Wait, what?!" exclaimed Samir. The sound of Rio slipping and falling could be heard, his laughed ceased. Samir's cock wasn't really that hard at first, but after a few minutes of nothing but the sound of pouring water, the cock was plenty hard for a proper blowjob.
Jeff learned his lessons from the last time and gave a much better blowjob than he had before. He still probably wasn't the best, but at least he was easy. At first, Samir was shaking from nervousness or confusion, then he started shaking from pleasure and then orgasm. A very jittery sexy time.
Samir came into Jeff's mouth (swallowed eagerly, of course) just as Rio exclaimed,
"So it's true, It's actually true." and after Jeff pulled away, licked his lips, and stood back up, as if nothing had even happened, Samir said, muttered really, with barely any emotion or conviction at all, like he was supposed to say it but didn't know what it meant, why, or what feelings it was supposed to have,

"told'ya so"