I never wrote a story before, so I hope this is o.k. This is as it happened, but I had to change the names. If you're not old enough to be reading adult stuff or get offended, don't read this.
MY ROOMMATE GILL
Gill Anthony and I didn't keep up with each other, since he dropped out of school and wasn't still around when I graduated last year. The last I heard through friends is that Gill is living with his current girlfriend of a couple of years Caty and their nine month old son here in Texas, but the following happened when Gill and I were roommates my sophomore year:
I had dated girls heavily my first year, but was never happy. More and more I realized that even though I liked chicks all right, I was just physically attracted to guys, but I didn't want to trash my rep with my circle of friends, so I never really pursued it. This year, I was just laying low, avoiding the issue of sex altogether (as if that was possible), and hung around less with my old gang of friends. I met Gill playing frisbee golf on Saturday mornings with a miscellaneous bunch of guys out on Founder's Mall. He seemed pretty cool and we just kind of "clicked". I thought he was pretty hot looking from the start, but I didn't start out thinking I'd want to mess around with him. He seemed too straight for that anyway.
Gill grew up in a small town bewteen Lubbock and Abilene. His dad owns a company that sells oil pumping equipment and also maintains it, so Gill usually spent his summers laying pipe and that kind of thing. He wasn't real tall, about 5'8" (I'm 6'2"), but had a good rack of meat on his bones. He had dark almost black hair that was somewhere between curly and wavy, and brown eyes. All that time he spent working out in the sun had made his smooth skin good and tan (he said his family had come from Italy some time a long time ago, so that probably helped too.)
We got a one bedroom apartment, which was his idea. He said we'd save money that way, but thinking back, I suspect he had other reasons as well. I had a fullsize bed and he had a twin, but sometimes he crashed on my bed, usually when he had a few drinks (which was pretty often). Since my bed was closest to the bedroom door and the bathroom door, he said it saved him some steps. I never complained about having his warm, solid body laying next to mine.
Several times early in the semester Gill brought dates home, and I let them use my bed since it was bigger. I always offered to crash on the couch, but he insisted I sleep in his bed, that he didn't want to "put me out." I always got the impression he liked having me there, knowing I was pounding my pud as I listened to them make love. Out of the four or five babes he brought home, only one objected to screwing in the same room with me there, so he fucked her in the shower instead (which was pretty hot, too--he made sure I heard everything).
When it was just us guys, we had horsed around, wrestling and grabbing each other through our clothes or underwear or whatever, but I could never tell for sure if he wanted it to lead to something else or not. I was getting mixed signals and didn't want to make a move that would jeopardize our friendship and rooming arrangement. Sometimes he seemed to want to go for it, but always hovered just on the brink. Or was it just fraternal affection? I couldn't tell.
One Saturday he caught me off gaurd. He'd already been out drinking that afternoon with some of his buddies; I had stayed home to study for a bitch of a PolySci midterm. He had a date that night, so after he showered and dressed, he came into the den area where I was reading over my notes. I got up to grab a brew. He said something about, it's been a while since he kissed somebody (right!) and he wanted to make sure he wasn't out of practice. He moved in and put his mouth on mine, and we jousted tongues for about two minutes, while he gave one of my delts a good massage (I didn't have a shirt on at the time). His cologne and that fresh out-of-the-shower smell just about drove me wild. Then just as suddenly he pushed me away and just gave me a mischievious laugh like it was all a joke. But the look in his eye suggested something else. I never heard for sure how he faired that night, but I assume he scored, since he didn't come home until the next afternoon and went right to sleep.
Not long after that he met Kelly and they started going out pretty regular. She was a freshman. The first couple of times they went out, she couldn't take him back to the dorm, so he had brought her back to our place. The first time, I had already crashed in the bedroom and they spent the night on the couch. I don't think they fucked that time, but I can't imagine it was very comfortable either way. On the second date, he woke me up and asked me to move to his bed. I don't think she liked the idea of me being in the room, but he wouldn't kick me out, and she wasn't about to miss her opportunity to sleep with him because of me. After that, they started going to an apartment of a friend of hers and it looked like I was out of the picture.
Then one night when they had gone to a party, I was lying in bed not asleep yet. It so happened that I was choking the chicken and imagining what Gill must have been out doing about then when I heard the front door unlock and open. I slipped my hardon back in my briefs and pulled up the sheet in time to pretend I was asleep as he came through the bedroom on the way to the john. (Why didn't he use the hall door to the bathroom, I wondered?) He relieved himself and lumbered back through leaving the bathroom light on and also the bedroom door slightly ajar; It was obvious he'd had more than a few. I could hear murmurings from him and a girl's voice I assumed was Kelly's for a couple of minutes, then what sounded like them making out. I debated whether to finish spanking it, since they would probably stay out on the couch, or to just go to sleep. It was warm, and thinkiing about the action in the other room made me hotter, so I had pushed the sheet to the foot of the bed.
As I lay there trying to decide what to do, I had started to doze when a noise brought me to again. Gill was carrying Kelly into the bedroom like a bride across the threshold, except that she had only panties on, nothing else. His shirt was off and I remember noticing how pumped he looked, flexing to support her weight. She had a very attractive, smooth body and pert, champaign-glass tits--"a perfect mouthful," as he liked to say. She looked half-passed out as he brought her toward my bed. He put her down next to me and I started to get up. "You're okay, dude," he said hoarsely. "What?" I asked. "Lie down," he whispered, pressing his hand against my chest until I was laying back again. I didn't know what was going on or what to think, so I just stayed still. He opened the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom and the tube of KY, setting them on top of the stand. Then he gazed at me and smiled as he pushed down his jeans, which were already undone, and his boxers all at once. I got my first good look ever at his dick, standing straight out at attention: it was about six and a half inches long, kind of flat and wide, slightly thicker in the middle than at the base, and tapered a little to a medium-size head. Time seemed to stand still for a few moments while I stared at his quivering tool, my head reeling as I wondered what his intentions really were.
He climbed onto the bed on his knees, straddling Kelly's closed legs as she peered up at him in a drunken stupor, a slight smile on her face. He looked over at me and reached out to ruffle my hair, then bent down and kissed her forehead before giving her a passionate kiss on the mouth. He settled down on her and began to rub against her, his legs still astride hers. For a moment, I felt uncomfortable, like a uninvited guest, as he ran his fingers through her loose curls and licked her neck, but his foot wandered closer to mine and rubbed it. I inched over so that I was actually lying against them both, drawing off their heat, feeling the sparse hair on his leg mingle with mine as they brushed against each other.
He raised up and put his legs between hers. He picked up the lube and put a dab on the head of his cock, then put on the condom and applied some more. He swayed a bit as he manuevered to position his head at the entrance to her cunt, then slowly inserted it. As he moved into her, her leg pressed against mine and as he began the slow rhythm of pulling out and pushing in again, the pattern was repeated by her leg against mine. Gill was fucking his girlfriend right next to me! My dick was hard as a rock, but I hadn't touched it or even pulled it out since they came into the room. About an inch was now peeking above the waistband of my briefs and glistened with precum. I pushed the white cotton material down and gripped the shaft snuggly. Without even moving my hand, the motion of the matress rising and falling sort of shifted my fist up and down along it's length. I think she was sighing, but all I could hear was his breathing and an occasional ecstatic grunt.
I began to stroke as I watched Gill rock in and out of her, and my attention was transfixed by his tight bubble butt. The cheeks clinched with each thrust and relaxed as he withdrew. I wanted so bad to slide my big prick into that ass, but I didn't want to push my luck by making the wrong move. I did reach out and grab the closest globe, feeling the motion as he pistoned in and out of her steadily. It took him a moment to register my hand on his ass, and he stopped tasting her ear to look at me through his half-closed eyes for a moment, a smirk on his face. Then he put his nose in her thick hair and moaned. I jacked myself and massaged his butt as he pounded away, slightly increasing his pace. I debated in my head what to do next, all the while soaking in the hot scene. After a couple of minutes, I was starting to feel a rise in my dick as my nuts started to tighten up, so I slowed my stroking a bit--I wasn't ready to blow yet.
I just had decided to go for broke and move on top of or behind Gill, and as I started to sit up he suddenly paused and adjusted his position. He got on his knees with Kelly's legs resting against his thighs and pointing up, then reinserted his glistening hard rod into her swollen folds. Now I had a great vantage point to see it sliding in and out of her as he would pull almost all the way out, then ram it to the hilt forcefully. He bent down and kissed the tops of her tits and could almost reach her nipples with his mouth. There was not a lot I could do to participate from where I lay, so I just resumed beating my meat, keeping time with his strokes in and out of her. The longer he slid in and out, the rougher he got and the more worked up they got (me too). After a few minutes, I could tell he was getting close cause he slowed way down, almost to a crawl. I reached over and tweaked one of his nips firmly, and he looked at me with that devlish grin of his.
He returned to the standard missionary and was supporting himself on his far arm underneath her so that his near arm was free. He reached up and clasped my free hand on the pillow where I had put it above my head, as he drove closer to home, gradually ratcheting up his pace. I was drawing near blowing my wad as he squeezed my hand. Then he reached out and cupped my jaw in his hand, pulling my face toward his. Our lips met as he fucked faster while he caressed my check. Our closed-mouth kiss gave way as he darted his toungue through to mine. His hand moved down to grab my pec and squeeze it and his thumb brushed back and forth firmly across my nipple, toying with it. The headboard was thudding against the wall as he pounded Kelly with abandon and kissed me even more deeply, clutching my chest almost savagely. With my free hand I stroked and tugged at his soft curls, now damp with the sweat that also beaded on his forehead and traced down his rippling back. I heard Kelly half-sigh, half-cry in a rhythmic series of gasps as I quickened the pace of my hand on my aching dick, hastening the inevitable. The surge kicked in as Gill moaned into our kiss and drilled Kelly with sharp staccato jabs, and I knew he was unloading inside of her. My first spurt hit underneath my chin, the next one or two shot across his hand clasping my pec, and the remaining squirts laid thick ropes of spunk across my abs. I don't think I had ever come so hard or so much before in my life.
Gill pulled back and collapsed on Kelly, not on me, although his arm still rested across my chest. We all just laid there for a minute or maybe two, recovering our breath, spent, before Gill raised himself up and pulled out of her. Still mostly hard, he slid the full condom off and tossed it onto my stomach with a satisfaied, cocky grin, climbed off the bed and ambled into the bathroom. Kelly pulled the sheet up over her as much as she could with my half still under my feet and turned on her side facing away from me. I picked up the condom and looked at the load inside. My stud roommate had just shot this wad of creamy spooge out of his tight nuts, through that rock-hard rod of his and into his girlfriend's wet snatch. I had never tasted Gill's spunk and contemplated scooping some out to smear on my tongue. I didn't know then that I would have a better opportunity to sample it later. But that's a different semester....
(There's more and can be continued if anybodys interested. Matt - FrizBDude@yahoo.com)