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Hi. I am Marty and I have recently graduated high school and soon am headed to college to study mechanical engineering. I was a bit of a nerdy in school but nothing extreme or weird in any way. Straight as an arrow I had a few girlfriends but never got to the point of fooling around beyond second base. I was attracted to boobs and fed my masturbation fantasies with the lingerie section of Sears and Pennys catalogs. This was a ways back so no internet to fuel the frequent flogging of my typical, always arising, teen dick. I thought that I was a bit below average in that department but never getting a look at any other guys cock in a hardened state it was hard to tell. I knew I was a grower' and not a shower' as I was kind of small when soft but reasonable I thought when erect. I was not interested in the swinging jock cocks in the locker room either. As I said - straight.
The excitement and fears of moving away to college in a strange city swirled around me all summer and as move-in day got closer I got more nervous. I did not have brothers or any really close male friends so the idea of living in a small room with another guy gave me pause.
Would I see him naked? Would he see me naked? What would we talk about? What if he was smelly or ugly or just not friendly? Those answers were two weeks away and I got a letter from my soon-to-be roommate, Ron. He was studying chemistry so we had science as a common factor. He said that he had wrestled and played soccer in high school. I kind of avoided the sports scene although I loved to swim. I also loved wearing a nylon speedo to the pool. Something about the feel of that garment got me. Maybe it was the silky nylon because I often had one of my sisters old nylon slips around my cock when I jerked off. Felt so good.
Keeping it short, I arrived at college, found the dorm, and some upperclassmen help drop my stuff to the room. Not bad. Two twin beds, two dressers, two closets, desks, chairs, and a toilet and a sink in a small alcove to the side. Stashed my stuff and sat on the bed to gather my thoughts. Soon Ron arrived with is dad and they stowed his stuff while we had a bit of conversation. His dad took off and we decided to go find the cafeteria and some food.
Our interactions back in the room were all very normal, just teen boy chat. We also explored the rest of our floor in the dorm, checking out the showers (private ones thank goodness) and the tv/game room lounge. We introduced ourselves to a lot of others.
I knew the first uncomfortable part would be stripping down for bed so I started with "you a pajama guy, Ron?"
"Hell no. I sleep in my briefs or sometimes nothing at all. I hope that does not throw you if I pop out of bed in the morning in my birthday suit."
"It should be OK. I do the briefs thing too. Never liked pajamas."
I slept fine and when I awoke I looked over to Ron's bed. He had the covers tossed away and was stroking the biggest cock I had ever seen. My eyes bugged out at this perfect penis being caressed not 6 feet away from me. It had to be 8 inches long and maybe 2 inches thick. His fingers did not go all the way around it. The meat monster was so hard it appeared shiny. Soft pink in color with a darker cut mushroom head like a military helmet sitting atop the shaft. I said I was straight but this was a magnificent slab of dick I was stareing at.
Ron saw me looking. "What? You jerk off don't you? I cannot go a day without pounding my bud at least once. You?"
"Yeah I love to jerk off too it is just that your cock is so big! Mine is no where near close to that in any dimension. You are so lucky to be hung like a horse. It fascinating."
"Do you want to touch it Marty? Do you want to see what yanking a really big dick is like?"
"I am not into that but you go ahead. Don't let me stop you."
"I have no Intention of letting you stop me but maybe you would like to help me. This is so much meat for one guy to handle." He said kind of humorously.
Now his hand was firm around the base of his prodigious pecker pole and he was waving it around like a dog wagging its tail. He was all shaved down there too making it look even longer flipping it around from the base.
"You sure that you don't want to touch it? To experience its thickness and warmth close up?"
I did not reply but I could also not take my eyes off of Ron's big dick as he slid his hand up and down it and kept waving it while quietly encouraging me to come sit on his bed a touch it.
It was almost hypnotic the effect his manipulations on that super thick, shiny, glass hard cock had on me.
"Just sit over here and watch then. It really gets me going when someone watches me wank. I promise I won't attack or anything."
As a fly drawn to a flame, I tossed off my covers revealing my fully tented briefs, and stepped across the room to sit on the edge of Ron's bed. He continued in almost a whispered tone telling me how good it felt to stroke his big cock and make himself cum. I resisted looking at his tool as he talked but every erotic word caused my dick to harden more and my eyes became glued to his fat dickhead disappearing and reappearing over and over in his stroking grip. By this time there was precum actually seeping from his piss slit and flowing over the huge helmet making it glisten. Rons other hand reached down and scraped the ooze off with his finger and stuck it right into his mouth!
"Yum! That shit is so good. The slickerryness, and sweet flavor. So good!"
"Oh Yuck! I responded. You eat that?" I acted all disgusted but really I loved the taste and feel of my precum too. Hardly ever wasted a drop.
"It's good. Sure you don't want to feel my cock? It is so hard and swollen now that it would feel great in your hand. Didn't you ever jerk off a buddy in high school?"
"No. I jerked off with a few other guys but we kept our hands to ourselves. We all agreed it was too queer to stroke the other guy."
"Heck no man. Queer or gay means that you like guys. Liking to play with a cock is not the same thing. You like yanking your dick right? So, not queer. You just like to feel a cock in your hand."
As Ron continued with this theme he reached for my left hand along his thigh and brought it over to his cock as he let his own hand fall away. I was in a stupor as he used both his hands to wrap mine around that sweet looking perfect penis. My fingers could not get around it either. It was so hot, hard, glasslike in my grip. He took his hand's away leaving his phalic wonder to my attention.
"OK?" He asked. Hell I could not talk in the trancelike state I was in. I squeezed and relaxed my grip a few times with served to increase my horniness. Damn his dick felt good in my hand. Made me wish that I was blessed with a huge cock. Seemed I was addicted to it immediately and there was no way my hand was going anywhere except up and down and around his thick shaft.
He rested his head back on the pillows and told me how good it felt to have me jerking him off.
"See, I knew you would like it once you got ahold of it. Keep going just like that Marty and maybe massage my nuts a little too."
I turned for a better approach and switched hands. Stroking his gorgeous slab of cock meat with my right hand and caressing his tight bag of balls with the left. It was not too long before.
"Hell! I am Cumming! Here it comes! Do not stop!"
And and Old Faithful style geyser erupted from his dick. I could actually feel the column of cum as it coursed up inside the fat prick and I marveled at the height attained by the gusher on exit.
His prick stiffness eased slightly before once again swelling and ejecting another batch of ejaculate. Another powerful blast arcing into the air and splattering down on Ron's chest and belly.
"Keep going man. Get it all. Please." Soon to was just an oozing flow revealing itself and cascading over the head of his dick like one of those ball shaped fountains in museums. I was still in a state of awe. Hypnotized by the tactile and visual effects of stroking a magnificent example of teen dick meat and agog with the volume and force of his cum explosion. There was just a ton of it own his chest and belly. It was disgusting and wonderful at the same time and while contemplating that picture I realized that sometime in this event I had shot my own load in my briefs. I was sitting there very pleased, happy, confused and sticky. Why had I enjoyed this so much? No Idea but I wanted to do it again.
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