As usual, you know if (for whatever reason) you shouldn't be reading this type of story and if you shouldn't, then dont. This story is (mostly) fiction. I'll leave it to the readers imagination to decide how much is real and how much is the product of my own wishful thinking. Suffice it to say, more of it is real than you probably would think. :)
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College Suck - Part 2
My sophmore year in college I lived in the fraternity house. It was loads of fun. Too much fun actually. My grades suffered and I wound up switching majors. Inever had a brother (just an older sister) so having 40 or so "brothers" was quite a new experience for me. I won't bore you with all the details of fraternity life except to say that there was a lot of good natured joking about some of the guys who seemed to be a little "too close" with each other. There were rumors about some of the guys being gay but I could never tell if it was just simple "ribbing" or if there was any truth to the rumors since the guys involved would sometimes "flame out" and act overly gay, hugging each other and grabbing each other's asses. Were they actually being their true selves then or were they just playing along and accepting the good natured kidding around? I couldn't tell.
Thinking back on it, I think the guys who actually were gay were the ones who got the most upset when you'd call them queer. The guys who would swish their hips and say, "Oh yeth...c'mere and give me a kiss thweety," were comfortable enough in their heterosexuality and masculinity that they'd play right along. One of the guys who did neither was one of my roommates, Rob. Rob was a weightlifter and a little musclebound for my taste. He had an ape-ish face with a low sloping forehead. He was also a bit dimwitted. How he got into college, I'll never know. What he lacked in the looks and brains department however, he more than made up for with his body. As I said he was a little musclebound for my taste but I could appreciate his washboard abs, huge biceps and pecs that could crush a walnut. Although I was in pretty decent shape, I was no bodybuilder. My one distinguishing feature, however, were my legs. They were very muscular and my claves were bigger than Rob's biceps. Rob constantly commented on my legs and said he wished he had cavles like mine. "With your legs man you could win some competitions if you just worked your upper body," he said on more than one occasion. I laughed it off and told him weightlifting wasn't my thing. He'd always ask me how I got my legs to be so huge and i told him 'd done a lot of snow skiing growing up but that it was mostly just genetics.
One night as I was sleeping I felt a hand on my leg. I jumped a bit and the hand was withdrawn. I knew it had to be Rob since our other roommate was away for the weekend. I pretended to fall back asleep and after a few minutes I felt the hand on my leg again. Since I was expecting it this time, I didn't jump but continued to feign sleep. I wondered what Rob was up to but, being horny, I was enjoying the way he was caressing my calf and thigh. I began to get hard and felt my prick tenting out my underwear. I'd recently taken to wearing men's nylon bikini briefs which, while not exactly panties, were the closest I could come to wearing panties and get away with it. I felt Rob's hand slide up my thigh and pull down the light sheet I was using instead of a blanket. I tried not to gasp as I felt Rob cupping my cock through my briefs. My cock was rock hard and I felt him squeeze it. I continued to pretend to be asleep because i didn't know what would happen if I let on that i was awake. Although I had a lot of friends in the fraternity, I wasn't exactly in the "inner circle' of the brothers who ran the place. Rob was. If I let on that I knew what he was doing, I thought, and he freaked out and got scared that I'd tell everyone he was a fag, he might pre-empt me and tell everyone I initiated it. The bottom line is that he'd be believed and I wouldn't.
As Rob massaged my cock I couldn't help but let a moan escape my lips. Rob thought I was dreaming though and continued to play with my cock. I felt him slip his hand inside my briefs and stroke me a few times, touching his index finger to the drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip. He withdrew his hand then and I chanced a quick peek, opening my eyes like slits. In the darkened room I couldn't see much but i was certain i could see Rob bring his hand to his mouth and I knew he was tasting my cum. For a few minutes nothing happened. I heard some rustling in the dark and thought perhaps Rob had gotten back into his bed, but then I felt some movement near my head. I again slitted open my eyes and peeked into the darkness. I could see Rob's hand moving down by his waist and realized he was stroking his cock. He had a gorgeous prick. It was curved slightly upwards and had a large rounded head and had to be at least 8 inches long. I realized the rustling I'd heard was Rob taking off his shorts. I saw him move closer to my bed and I quickly closed my eyes so he would think I was still sleeping.
Suddenly I felt the tip of his cock touch my lips. I couldn't help but lick the wetness I felt on my lips and tasted his salty pre-cum. I sighed and opened my mouth slightly hoping he'd take advantage of the opportunity. Sure enough a moment later I felt the tip of his cock against my mouth again. This time I opened my mouth a bit wider as though I was still sleeping and just dreaming. Rob slid his prick into my mouth and began to slowly push it in deeper. I closed my lips around it and began to suck him in my "sleep". I dared not move my tongue around too much as I wanted him to think I was still dreaming. Rob pumped his cock slowly, oh so slowly, in and out and I acted like I was simply sucking on a straw in my sleep. Suddenly he began to thrust a bit faster and I just let him fuck my mouth wihtout moving. I felt him reach down and rub my cock through my briefs again and I suddenly came. "Ohhh yeah fuck," I heard him whisper and suddenly felt my mouth flooded with his hot sticky cream. I felt him pull his dick out of my mouth and felt another shot of cum land on my cheek and then another hit my hair. Rob took a corner of my sheet and wiped my cum from his hand and then wiped his dick with it. I heard him climb back into bed and I quietly wiped up the stray drops of his and my cum and licked it all off my fingers. With a contented sigh I fell back asleep.
The following morning, there was dried cum on my face. When Rob saw it he couldn't look me in the eye but i just pretended like nothing happened and acted like I didn't know what it was. Throughout the rest of the semester I kept hoping Rob would do something again or give me some hint that he wanted to do more. Even though he wasn't exactly my type, I loved his cock and his flat hard stomach. I would frequently jerk off imagining I was his girlfriend and he was my "dumb jock" boyfriend. Alas, he never tried anything again with me. Perhaps because that was the only time our other roommate was out of town. We never had another night when Rob could be sure that our other roommate wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night and see him raping my mouth while I "slept."