Sam's First year of College. Living with Jocks. Chapter 3
The following morning after Adam had fed me his cock everything seemed normal again. It was nice waking up and not having to fear if my roommate was going to bring up me giving him a blowjob and then proceeding to kick my ass. Yep, everything was nice again. It was 7:30 in the morning and Adam was already out of the room, doing his morning workout routine. Brett and Chris had similar routines, but they usually took a break from them on the weekends, part of the reason being to recover from the partying that comes with being star athletes. I went into the living room to find an empty bottle of whiskey by Brett's door, I chuckled and made my way to the kitchen where I joined Chris who was having breakfast.
Chris was sitting at the table, wearing nothing but blue boxers. He was sitting facing the window so the sunlight was hitting his body, giving him golden glow worthy of only true greek gods. His hair was a little messy and I was able to see that he had let his body hair grow out a bit. He was fiddling with his phone and had a really cute smile on his face.
"Morning" I said to him as I grabbed a bowl for cereal.
"Morning buddy. How was your night?" He said as he stuck a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
"Probably not as good as yours. I was here working on an assignment." I replied as I poured some milk into my bowl. "Luckily Adam was here to keep me company otherwise I might have gone insane."
Just thinking about what I had done with Adam the night before sent a jolt of excitement through my body and my cock started to stiffen, good thing I sat down quickly at the table.
"You seem happy, good news?" I asked him after noticing he had hardly moved his eyes away from his phone.
"Yea man. I met someone at a party last night." He replied as he tried to fight a bigger smile on his face. Just then I noticed Chris was still drunk. His eyes, although bright, were still showing the telling signs of inebriation. I then noticed that he had stopped eating now and while one hand continued to play with the phone, the other had wandered down south to play with something else. I choked on my cereal when I realized what was happening. Chris must have been in a heavy flirting session with this new girl he's met.
I stood up and got a glass of water from the sink behind Chris to help me with the choking, but as I turned back I was able to see what he was groping. I nearly spat out the water in my mouth, but I was able to keep myself composed long enough to take in the view. The near naked hunk was rhythmically stroking a massive bulge in his shorts. He was completely in his own world, and I stood quietly behind him so as to not disturb what was happening. I just stood there with a boner of my own now tenting my own shorts.
Another buzz from his phone, and his hand momentarily left his manhood to type another message. I leaned in closer to try and read what he was writing but I couldn't make out much of the writing. As I began to lean back out I read the name of the person he was sending the message to. Jake.
Fuck. I thought to myself. Chris is gay too. Then I quickly rid myself of that thought remembering him having plenty of girls over in his room in the past. He must be bi. There have been nights that he doesn't come back to our place, but then again, all the guys did that from time to time, but Chris must have also been sleeping with guys. I composed myself and tried to hide my boner from view. I sat back down at the table, this time closer to Chris. I resumed eating as best I could, while sneaking glances at the horny jock seated next to me.
As I was finishing my cereal Chris swiftly sprang up, and as he did, the tip of his manhood hit the table and gave a loud thud.
"Fuck, I've gotta to take a piss", he said as he quickly made his way to our bathroom, leaving his phone behind. My curiosity got the best of me, and as I reached to pick up his phone, it vibrated in my hand. The new message read, I'd never been fucked like that b4. U were so rough and dominant I thought U were going 2 tear me in two'. Damn, this lucky faggot must have had the best fuck of his life at the hands of my suite mate. My boner began to throb much harder, and then a second message followed soon after. It sucks that I'm going back to D.C. I wish I could have been Ur cum dump for at least another nite.'
My heart began to race after reading the message, the drunken jock peeing down the hall is not only into guys, but is aggressive and rough too. I put the phone down and made my way down the hall, where the sound of piss hitting the water was getting louder. I waited for Chris to finish, which took a bit, the stud must have been holding that piss in for a while now.
I heard the toilet flush and Chris emerged from the bathroom with his boner still firmly pressing against the fabric of his shorts. He was a bit startled to see me there, but what I did next caught him completely off guard. I mustered up the courage and cupped the jock's manhood.
"What are you doing Sam?" he said in a calm, almost emotionless tone.
"You have a problem down here and I want to take care of it for you." I said as slipped one of my hands into his shorts finally touching his engorged manhood. He placed one hand on my shoulder. He said nothing for what seemed like a minute. I began to panic and could feel my face getting as hot as the jock beef in my hand. Chris forcefully pushed me down on my knees and finally broke the silence.
"Get to work then cocksucker" he said as he pulled the band on his shorts under his balls, finally freeing his big dick.
"We can't do it out here", I protested."Adam or Brett could find us at any..." but before I could finish he gagged me with his impressive 9 inch cock.
Chris wasted no time, and in seconds he was already face fucking me rapidly in the middle of the hall. I did my best to satisfy the dominant jock, sucking on his cock whenever he shoved it down my hungry throat. I placed my hands on his muscular butt and he responded by flexing them. I let my hands wander up to his six pack where I slowly traced each one of his abs, then down to his thighs.
"Got myself a muscle worshipper, eh?" he cockily said. "How are you liking my love muscle?" he asked as he pulled out his cock and hit me in the face with it.
"I love it" I managed to get out between the blows.
"Good. Look up" he commanded, and I did. He spat on my face. I opened my mouth and received the next one in my mouth, and I savored his taste.
"You like that?" he asked in a belligerent tone. He waited just until I wanted to speak then jammed his fuck stick down my throat again to gag me. His dominance and roughness were a huge turn on. Here was another drop dead gorgeous jock abusing my hungry mouth, I was in heaven.
"I want to go deeper" said Chris as he removed his cock from my slob covered face. "Get in my room now faggot".
I obeyed orders and quickly made my way to his room. Chris followed behind me. Once inside I climbed into his bed he closed and locked the door behind him. He pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them, and was now completely naked. For a second it was as if time had frozen, he stood there in front of the door in a contrapposto pose that completed the jock god look. I could see every big muscle on his body in the sunlight, but none compared to the grandness of his engorged love muscle prominently sticking out forward.
"You're perfect." escaped from my mouth and he heard, and for the first time since breakfast I saw his genuine smile.
End of Chapter 3
Sorry for the long delay, but was finishing up finals and writing chapters 3 and 4 at the same time. I have actually been writing a lot, just out of order, so sorry for the cliffhanger! Let me know what you guys think about this one and I'll go from there. I appreciate every email I get, ideas and suggestions are especially welcomed! My email is rbtorres91@yahoo.com . If you have a twitter follow @samtilden91 for news on the blog and just a horny college guy's life in general.
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