My Ex-Roommate's Dick (Part 1)
"Oh, it looks like Ravi is coming to town," I told my boyfriend, looking up from the Facebook message I had just received.
We were both seated on the couch, having a quiet evening in. I was on my laptop, while he was lazily paging through a magazine. "Your old college roommate?" he asked, barely looking up.
"Yeah. Uhh... he wants to know if he can stay with us for a few days," I said hesitantly.
"Sure, we can set him up on the couch," he responded, not picking up on my tone. "It'll be nice to finally meet him. See if he's as cute as you said he was."
My boyfriend knew all about Ravi. That he was my roommate for two years in college. That he was from India, and that he now lived on the other side of the country. He had probably picked up on my having a crush on Ravi, as well. He'd heard me describe him: tall, uncomfortably handsome, with a great smile.
What he didn't know about Ravi, though, was that Ravi had the biggest dick I had ever seen, and that I had spent my college years obsessed with it.
It had been a bit of a shock to walk into my dorm on the first day of college and find out that my roommate was a strikingly handsome international student from India. At 6'5, he stood about a foot taller than me (I'm 5'6), and even though he was pretty skinny back then, he was clearly a hunk. As good looking as he was, he was just as sweet. He brushed his dark hair out of his face, gave me a huge smile, and stuck his hand out to shake mine-- his hand was so big, mine looked tiny inside his.
Before getting to college, I had been worried about what a roommate would think about my being gay (I'd come out in high school), but Ravi had been totally cool with it. I mentioned it in passing pretty early on, and he seemed to show no signs of being bothered. I thought maybe he'd get uncomfortable around me, or be weirded out by sharing a room with a fag, but he quickly showed that it didn't bother him at all. We'd hang out constantly around campus, which both helped and hurt for meeting guys. I was pretty cute-- half latino, half white, with dark brown hair, a decent built, and a pretty great butt (If I do say so), but it was hard to compete with Ravi's good looks. He was good bait though-- drawing all the campus gays in, and helping me get their numbers.
He would even be physically affectionate with me, scooping me into long hugs when he'd run into me on campus, and giving my shoulders a strong squeeze when he could tell I was stressed while working at my desk. Sometimes when he was rubbing my shoulders my dick would start to get a little hard, but I honestly thought of him mostly as just a really great friend (ok, an incredible handsome really great friend). It just surprised me how comfortable he felt around me.
As comfortable with me as he was, I was still completely unprepared to come back from class one particularly hot afternoon early in the school year, and find him hanging out on his bed wearing just a t-shirt and a tight pair of white briefs. His huge, wide feet were bare and dangling off the edge of the bed. And his long, lean dark legs were casually spread open, looking sexier than I'd ever pictured; covered with thick, dark hair. But the real shock was in his tight, straining white briefs, where it looked like he was hiding an eggplant. Jesus. I must have stood frozen at the door, shocked by the sight of my roommate's unbelievable bulge, but I quickly regained my composure and tried to act cool. I went to my desk and tried to casually carry on a conversation, working my hardest to study it with quick glances out of the corner of my eye as we chatted. Under my desk, a huge wet spot was growing in my shorts from my dripping cock (I'd picked a terrible day to free ball on campus). When he pulled on some basketball shorts and headed out to meet friends for dinner later, I threw myself on my bed and pulled my dick out the second I heard the door click closed, and shot the most satisfying load I'd ever felt within seconds. What the fuck, I lay there wondering.
After that, all I could think about was wondering what his dick actually looked like. I'd hear him in the shower stall, and curse the fact that we weren't in one of the college's more old-fashioned dorms, that had communal showers. I'd find my eyes drifting down whenever he was in boxers or his pajamas, suddenly aware of the sizable heft in his crotch that I'd somehow not picked up on. I was not religious, but I'd lay in bed staring across at the mound his dick made under his sheets, praying that I'd get to actually see it.
Within a few weeks, my prayers were answered when I was able to catch a glimpse of it when he came back from the shower. As he quickly switched from his towel to a pair of loose shorts, I got just a quick flash, but it definitely confirmed that my roommate had a truly impressive dick swinging between his legs. He had long legs, but as it swung free for a second, it looked like it went halfway down his thigh, Again, I waited for him to leave, then jerked off, wringing the quick glimpse in my memory for as much detail as I could get.
He quickly got more and more casual about changing in the room, and I would practically strain my eyes trying to drink in the sight of his cock with my peripheral vision. It was impossibly long and incredibly thick, a beautiful dark brown cock that emerged from a dense tangle of black pubic hair, and hung on top of a pair of generous, low-hanging balls. I would have loved to have been able to study it more carefully, but I tried to play it cool and not look at it directly, as hard as that was.
But clearly I wasn't being as subtle as I thought I was. One night, after Ravi went on a date that apparently ended unsuccessfully, he came back to the room and flopped face-down onto his bed, making a frustrated groan. After a minute, he rolled over, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his fat, semi-hard dick. "So, you want to suck this for me?"
I stared at him and his dick silently for a minute. "...what?"
"Dude, it's cool. I've seen how you look at it. And I just really need to cum. Kim let me finger her until she came on my fingers, but she wouldn't take care of me. Please? I'm so fucking horny."
I was so torn. I had wanted that dick for so long, but I was worried about what would happened after he'd cum. Would he feel embarrassed, and start to distance himself from me? But as I looked at that massive dick in his hand, I knew I had to taste it.
I got on my knees at the edge of his bed, as he pulled his pants and underwear off. He kept his t-shirt on, but from the waist down he was completely naked, and waiting for my service. I lifted the cock up with one hand, admiring it up close like I'd dreamed of doing for weeks. Jesus fuck. It was even more beautiful than I'd been able to see. Easily twice as thick as my dick, I couldn't get my hand all the way around it. It must have been over nine inches long, ending in a beautiful dark foreskin that was covering a massive mushroom head. I leaned in and pressed my nose to the base of his cock, feeling the soft skin of his balls. I inhaled, my cock twitching from the strong, masculine scent. His pheromones smelled so intoxicating, I started to feel light headed. I gave the thick, pulsing vein along the bottom a slow, strong lick from the base to the tip, and got to work on worshipping my roommate.
I learned a few new things about Ravi that night. First, that huge head he had on his cock was incredibly sensitive. I worked the whole staggering length of his shaft, tried to fit as much of his balls into my mouth as I could, and even flicked my tongue down to taste his tight hole (can you do that to a straight guy?), and while he was clearly enjoying it all, his moans would get much deeper and more intense when I concentrated on the head. After working his whole dick for awhile, I pulled back the foreskin and focused on licking and sucking just around the head (particularly that spot just below the piss-slit), and that's when his moaning grew more and more intense. His long, lean legs tensed on either side of me, the head of his dick swelled even bigger and turned a darker reddish-brown, and I noticed him starting to grip the sheets on either side of himself, bracing for the explosion.
The other thing I learned about him that night: he came like a bull, and his loads were bigger than any I've ever experienced before or since. When he started to get really close, he paused from moaning to warn me, "I'm going to shoot!" I started sucking and licking harder to give him consent to empty his balls into my mouth, and he leaned back and put his arms behind his head to really enjoy the last seconds of my worship.
"Ahhh!" he moaned in his deep voice, as a sudden shot went to the back of my mouth with an unbelievable force. More shots followed, practically bruising my tonsils as his powerful load flooded every corner of my mouth. It was so much cum, I had to quickly swallow some to avoid having it spill back out all over his dick. It was the sweetest, thickest cum I'd ever tasted, as rich as cream and just the right amount of salty flavor. As quickly as I swallowed, some still dripped out the corners of my mouth. I licked it up and looked up at him as he gave me a sleepy smile of thanks.
We didn't talk about what had happened the next day, but he gave no signs of feeling ashamed or embarrassed, and he was just as friendly as me with ever. But he also didn't give any signs he wanted to do it again. But all I could think about was his amazing dick, and I had an intense craving for another mouthful of his amazing cum. I found it hard to focus on classes, as I felt like I had a sudden addiction I couldn't satisfy. I felt a little like a zombie on campus, trying to go through the motions of being a student while all I could think about was his incredible dick. Sometimes it felt like it had all been a fantasy I'd been driven to out of horniness.
One afternoon I saw a pair of his worn briefs in the laundry, and I lifted them to nose to sniff the crotch. Fuck. I could smell that same scent I had gotten from his balls, a deep, peppery masculine scent that got my own dick hard and dripping in seconds. I threw my clothes off and fell on the bed, jerking off with his briefs draped over my face. As I got close, I inhaled deeply, and the scent made me shoot a powerful load that partially sated my cravings.
Then a few weeks later, another date ended with him not getting lucky, and he again asked if I'd help him out. I was at the side of his bed in seconds, so happy to get his dick in my mouth again. I took a longer time working him before focusing on the head, trying to get as much time to worship him as I could. I sucked on the fat vein that ran along the bottom, licked all the sweat off of his massive balls, and actually got to spend some time licking his ass (apparently straight guys do like that-- this time he spread his legs wider when I flicked my tongue down toward his hole, giving me an invitation to really get my tongue into his ass). This time when he came it confirmed that our first time had not been a fluke: his load was just as thick and intense, and when I tasted that cum I felt a rush of endorphins, like I'd gotten a hit of exactly what I needed.
After that, it started to become a more regular occurrence in our dorm room. When his dates went well and he got lucky, I'd sit at home, growing more and more despondent, realizing it wasn't going to happen that night. But when I heard his key at the door early in the night, my cock would stiffen and I'd practically start drooling in anticipation.
I hooked up with a number of other guys during this time, and though I definitely had some fun, nothing compared to worshiping Ravi. No one's cock was nearly as beautiful (certainly no one's was as big), and other guys' cum could taste good, but it never satisfied the addiction I had for Ravi's cream.
Over time, Ravi started letting me worship him more and more often, not just when he'd been on a date that hadn't worked out. I'd suck him off on study breaks, in the morning before classes, or at night when he was having trouble sleeping. I got to know ever inch of his massive penis, and to find all the sensitive spots to really make him cum. I ate his ass, licked the length of his long thighs, and even sucked on toes while I squeezed his cock, feeling the precum drip out from the sensations. I must have tasted every inch of his body from the waist down.
Sometimes we'd be watching a movie, and without saying a thing he'd lift his butt, slide down the waistband of his shorts, and let his fat dick flop out. I'd have it in my mouth and hard in seconds, working that fat head until he emptied his balls. He'd pull his shorts back up, and we'd get back to watching the rest of the movie.
He never reciprocated, and honestly it was never something I wanted. Satisfying him and getting him off gave me a sexual high that nothing else could compare to. With other guys, I was starting to explore bottoming and getting fucked, and sometimes I'd have fantasies about satisfying Ravi with my fat bubble butt, and feeling that massive load explode deep inside my hole. But somehow that seemed like it'd probably be a step too far, and I didn't want to mess anything up by trying to ask for it. Anyway, the biggest cock I'd taken in my ass was maybe half the size of Ravi's, and I kind of didn't think my ass could actually handle anything that big.
When he asked if I wanted to room with him again our sophomore year, I didn't hesitate to say yes. He had a steady girlfriend that year, and while initially I was worried that would be the end of his need for me, I think he ended up needing to be worshipped even more often. She'd send a naughty text or photo, and it would be my mouth that would get him off. But at the end of the year he told me he was moving off campus with her, and I felt like my heart was crushed.
We stayed friends, but I never got to suck him off again after that. We'd hang out, see movies, go out to eat, but we were never alone together anywhere that we could do it. When we graduated, he moved to another city, and by that time I was a little relieved-- I craved his cock just as much as I always had, but maybe if I didn't have to see him as much, it wouldn't hurt as badly.
***And now, more than ten years later, I was with my boyfriend, waiting to pick him up from the airport. I spotted him the second he walked out from arrivals. His face lit up when he saw me, and he started heading toward us. He was, if anything, more handsome than ever. His boyish good looks has matured into a devastatingly handsome man. A dark scruff outlined his face, and from the open collar of his shirt I could see some dark chest hair that hadn't been there when he was in college. Scanning my eyes down, I saw that his thighs, though still lean, had gotten more muscular, and were slightly straining the legs of his navy pants. And yes, there at his crotch was the massive, incredible bulge that I had spent so many hours dreaming about, worshipping and craving. And though my boyfriend was standing right next to me, I knew that I had to have it again.
****That's it for part 1! Part 2 coming soon. This is my first two-part story. Send me an email at listlio07@yahoo.com if you had any comments or questions.