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jock-roommate-ruckus part 4 (tt, college, oral) by Jake
Most of the people on my floor of the dorm thought that Justin (my roommate) was a stuck-up asshole, only because he was good-looking. I knew the truth though, and Justin was a very sensitive guy. It took me a few months for him to let his guard down, once he realized that we weren't exactly in competition. He knew I was bi, and mostly straight, so he respected me for liking girls. I think he was a little more open to "random acts of gayness" as I call them, even though we never really breached the subject. Plus I'm not like "out of the closet boy" or anything, I'm still very sheltered and straight-acting about my bi-ness.
One Friday night (actually, Saturday morning) after Justin and I had gotten back from a fun night and completely smashed, we were a little bit more open about our sexual desires and how we would use any means necessary to fulfill them.
"Jake, did you see that blonde chick in the leather pants? I was making out with her by the keg for like 10 minutes. I would have gotten her back here if her friend hadn't said anything," said Justin. He said it much less eloquently and more slurredly, however. Justin was a hornball, but he had his standards.
"Dude, I'm so plastered," I replied. "Let's call for a pizza."
Justin vetoed the idea, and told me he was going to take a shower and head to bed. He shucked his hawaiian shirt and wife beater to reveal that tan 6pack that had only gotten tighter since the start of the year. Then he dropped his pants (almost tripping on them when stepping out of the legs) to reveal some red and tan checked knit boxers. He looked so sexy, and as a result of the commingling of my inebriation and his, I decided to take what I wanted so badly.
I walked up to Justin and started massaging his shoulders.
"Dude, lay down and lemme give you a massage." I said.
He laid down on his back and I proceeded to massage his pecs. They were so tight and unbelievably smooth. I could almost trace out the individual muscles with my fingers, and soon my "massage" turned into a "caress." He closed his eyes, which I took to be an indication to move lower. His tight 6pack was glistening with sweat most likely from the alcohol consumption, but also hopefully in anticipation of the delights to come. An already large basket mushroomed slightly in his boxers. This was always a sign to continue.
I moved my hand down to the top two muscles in his 6pack. His abs were sunken back in his chest and had very good definition for an 18 year old. He started to shiver and I reached up to close the window. The tiny blonde dusting of hair on his chest served to make his abs softer, but the hair was so fine it was almost invisible. I moved down, circling my fingers around his belly button. Just inches separated me from his almost fully-aroused member.
I gave a gentle tug on the elastic waistband of his boxers and ran my hands along the length of it. Justin apparently thought I wasn't getting him off quickly enough, and took my hand in his and shoved it under his boxers. I could feel his spongy cock rapidly hardening. And I knew what Justin wanted me to do to it. I smiled. I began gently tugging at his dick from under the boxers. Justin slid them down to his knees. I started giving some pretty hard pulls on his enormous college jockboy manhood when I suddenly stopped.
"Justin...you gotta get me off or I'll stop" I mumbled.
His face twitched. He wanted a blowjob or at least a handjob, but he wasn't prepared to give me the same. Finally he figured that any genital stimulation was better than none, so he reached over to my pants with one huge man-hand and slid it under my boxers. I shot up instantly. He began gently tugging and applying some pressure to me, and I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his sausage. After a few seconds I stopped and started getting him off with my hand, looking at his shiny manhood. I almost wished I was a girl so I could have him inside of me. Or at least so he would find me as attractive as I found him. But I wasn't exactly at my most lucid, so I descended on his cock once again and he began face-fucking me.
I stopped sucking Justin and got up on top of him. I started to grind my penis against his, which was so hot. I think he liked the sensation also. I came pretty quickly, shooting load after load onto his chest. I wiped it in with my hands and proceeded to lay down on my side, facing him. I tugged at his cock with one hand, alternating with wrapping my lips around it and giving a few deep sucks. I could hear a gurgling sound in his bladder, which told me he was about ready to burst. So I shoved my mouth down the entire length of his dick, and he grabbed my hair and pushed down. He shot about 12 spurts down my throat, clenching and unclenching his cock involuntarily. He began to moan and breathe deeply. Sex with this man was almost an art, and I felt like I had earned my place in the gallery.
Justin got up to take a shower. He threw his boxers in my face and told me to keep them...and "use" them sometime.
We both slept well that night. My collection of boxers was beginning to grow. To get a third pair from a companion, I would have to do some detective work. But this was my favorite kind of detective work!
I know this section was a little short, but that's because there was no buildup to the sex, just the lust. Email me at collegejake19@hotmail.com with hints, comments, and constructive criticism. Also anything you'd like to see in the future. Also look for me on AIM: collegejake19. IM me!~