I had never seen another guy's hard-on before. Let me rephrase that. Another man's hard-on. When we were boys we used to run around naked in the woods, go skinny-dipping, stuff like that. Our little boners thwapped against our stomachs as we ran around together, but there was nothing sexual about it.
Sitting here on his bed, staring at my room-mate's very erect cock as he stood naked in front of me, this was new. The thing looked so large and menacing, and I wondered what mine looked like from this angle. I'd only seen mine from the top down staring back at me. I'd have to guess it wasn't this big, it sure didn't look it. Perception changes everything.
We'd spent the night wooing and tempting two girls into our separate bedrooms after a night in the bars, and we might have been more successful if we hadn't spent the whole night laughing at each other's private jokes. The girls must have felt pretty left out, but we were a couple of idiots like that. We couldn't get enough of each other's company.
A lot of people thought we were gay, which offended me, not for my sake, but for his. I didn't want people to think that about him. I never cared what anyone thought of me. We talked about that once. Neither one of us had ever been with a guy. He'd had more girls than me, but he was a slut.
After a bottle of wine with the girls and a few Jack Daniels in the kitchen, and a couple of uppers (so we could stay awake and keep it up all night), we coaxed the girls into our rooms.
I had my hand down her pants and my finger in her snatch, she had just wrapped her hand around my johnson down the front of my jeans, I had my shirt off and she was down to bare tits, and her friend bursts into the room crying about my asshole room-mate and she was leaving, and all that.
Blondie kissed me deeply and apologized, hoping I understood that friendship went deeper than a romp in the sack. Boy, did I understand that.
I walked her to the door and poured a couple more Jacks for the asshole and me. I found him lying on his bed, shirtless, reading a Penthouse.
We downed them and he confessed he thought he'd gone wrong when he told his chick that he thought I had bigger tits than she did. It's true, my pecs were my pride and joy, but this guy just doesn't know when to zip it. Note to roomie: if you're unzipped down there, zip it up there and shut up and enjoy the ride next time. So she screams at him that maybe he'd be better off just sleeping with me, and she hopes he enjoys it.
So he hits the showers and I'm reading this month's Penthouse while I wait, good and horny now, then I hit the showers. When I came out he was standing in the hall between our rooms in his bikini briefs. He apologized for ruining the night and told me he'd been thinking about what his bitch said.
He figured she's right, if we keep up with the private conversations in public and the inside jokes we might as well just do each other, because no chick will put up with that shit. I tell him I was doing OK until we were interrupted, and he reminds me that to the best of his knowledge, we've both been jerking off alone for some time now, so fuck off and all that.
All the time I'm noticing his crotch is growing, and soon I'm mesmerized as the tip of his cock frees itself from the waistband of his briefs. I've seen his half woody in the morning as he stumble out of his room past mine for a piss, but never like this. And I know mine is growing too at the thought of all this doing each other talk, `cause he's staring at the front of my towel.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his bedroom, out of sight of the windows where our nosy neighbors across the courtyard like to watch us come in and out of the bathroom with nothing on. Guess watching a couple of naked college jocks helps that couple fire it up in bed, I don't know. Mr. and Mrs. Kinky. He shut the bedroom door and I sat down on his bed.
"How about it?" he asked. "It's just one night." Getting it off with my room-mate, big decision.
And I'm still considering the ramifications of this as he suddenly slithers out of his briefs and stands full-on naked in front of me. His mammoth rod is staring me in the face and I'm thinking `what if I just licked the tip of that right now?' and then wondering where the hell that faggot thought just came from.
So I look up past it at him and he just reaches down and pulls open my towel to admire my raging rod. I scramble back on to the bed and lay down, and he jumps on top of me and start lays on top of me, rubbing his dick against mine.
And then I felt his urgency increase and he suddenly just kissed me deep on the lips. Then he's kissing my neck and chest then he starts licking my nipple. "Fuck, you do have bigger tits than she did!" he says, and we're laughing and rolling around as I grab his ass. "And you're ass is almost as sweet as hers", I answer, and he gets all pretend mad because I said `almost'.
We rolled around kissing until I was on top of him, then he reached down and just wrapped his fist around my dick, and whistles appreciatively through his teeth. But I'm on fire now, so I start pumping his fist like I'm fucking a cunt, and he doesn't move his hand at all as I do all the work on top of him. I'm up on my arms and I look down and realize he's staring at my face. A little while later I discover what a turn-on that is when he's on top of me and I'm watching him build to an orgasm.
I came and shot and dumped and sprayed and spewed my cum between us, what a fucking mess. And he keeps telling me its OK as I spasm and shudder and moan and finish in a heap on top of him. He's holding me close as I pant into his neck until I can breathe again. Without even cleaning up he rolls us over and I get to touch him there for the first time, and its huge in my hand. We did it the same way again for him and I watched him strain and arch and finally look me right in the eye and shoot a load all over my stomach, and I was hard again just at the wonder of it.
We went to the shower together and cleaned each other up, then he suggested we spend the night in my bed because his is a mess and its too late at night to change the sheets. It was 3 a.m. and we passed out till noon.
Nothing ever happened again until the last night in our apartment together. We were both moving out the next day and boxes were packed. We stayed up to finish up the last of our booze, and then went to our separate rooms to sleep until our dads came to move us out the next morning.
I just had my shirt unbuttoned when he came in shirtless with his jeans undone and just looked at me. "It's our last night together, bro." And then we just started ripping our clothes off as fast as we could but he got naked faster and I looked up to see him jump on me as I struggled with a sock. We fell back on my bed and laughed and wrestled for the first time since that night we had sex, and made up for lost time.
I sucked cock for the first time and he did, too. Now, ten years and a wife four kids later for me, he's married himself and we're both doing OK. But if he walked into my life right now I'd make up a lie to my wife, rent a motel room and spend the night with my college roomie one last time.