This story was written as an adult fantasy and has male/male sex. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Any similarities to real people/events is purely coincidental.
"My Roommates' Underwear: Part 1"
While I was in college I lived with four of my friends in a rather old house across the street from campus. It was a pretty nice set up, we could walk to classes and the place was big enough so that we all had our own rooms.
I'm just your average guy. My name is Danny; I'm a little over 6' and about 185 lbs. I have brown eyes and hair and a goatee. I consider myself good looking, but not hot or anything. On the other hand, my roommates were hot.
The first was Chris. He was the meathead, jock type. He was about 6'2'', lean and muscular. He had blonde hair and was able to charm the pants off any girl he met. He was also a bad drunk and seemed to also end up getting in a fight at some point every time he went out.
Pat was a jock as well; he was on the college baseball team. He was over 6'5'' with bushy brown hair and blue eyes. Unlike Chris, he was a really nice guy and very down to earth.
Evan and John also lived with us. They are both worth describing, but aren't relevant to this part of the story, so I'll save them for later.
I guess the story begins with me letting you know a little about myself. Like I said, I'm just your average guy and am pretty masculine. I never considered myself gay, but I always knew I had a certain attraction to guys (as well as girls). I had looked at some gay porn on the web and stole some glimpses of guys in the locker room, but that was about the extent of my experience with guys. However, every once in a while, when I got drunk, I had the bad habit of sneaking into one of my roommates' rooms and picking up a pair of their dirty underwear on the floor or in their hamper and smelling it. I don't know why I enjoyed it, but for some reason the smell just drove me crazy and thinking about what had recently been filling out the underwear turned me on as well. I especially loved it when one of my roommates would come in from the gym and grab a quick shower and head out to the bars. That gave me a chance to smell their sweaty boxerbriefs. I never took the underwear or did anything else with them. I'd just smell them, put them back where I found them and then usually go jerk off thinking about it.
But this one night, things didn't go exactly like I had planned. It was the day before my 22nd birthday. It was a Friday and I had gone out with some of my fraternity brothers after my last class to grab a few beers. By the time I got home, it was close to 9pm. The house was empty and I was horny.
So, I turned on the radio and went up to Pat's room, and as luck would have it, a fresh pair of black boxerbriefs were sitting there on the floor. I picked them up and inhaled the musty odor. I closed my eyes and thought about Pat's big cock and his smelly balls. I had never actually seen Pat naked, but he wore mesh shorts a whole lot and they always showed up a huge bulge. My cock was hard as a rock and already leaking precum. With one hand I was rubbing my dick through my shorts and the other was holding Pat's boxerbriefs up to my face. I was definitely lost in the moment. Suddenly, I thought I heard something and I noticed the lighting in the room alter for just a second. I immediately dropped the underwear and turned towards the open door to see if anyone was there. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I found no one there. Unfortunately, having the crap scared out of me ruined the mood. So I just decided to go downstairs and grab a beer. It turns out (as it often does when you live with four guys) that the beer was all gone, so I left and walked down the block to pick up some more at the store. After getting the beer, I came back and watched TV and drank until I went to bed.
The next morning, Pat and Chris came flying into my bedroom to wake me up and wish me happy birthday. They brought bloody maries with them and we all immediately started drinking. The drinking continued throughout the day, most of it spent at the frat house.
At about 6pm we were all pretty tired and hungry so we came back home. We ate some pizza and sat around watching TV for a while. Evan and John had decided to go out to the bars (they had not started drinking as early as the rest of us). Chris looked like he was about to pass out on the couch, and I was in need of some sleep myself. So I got up and started picking up all the plates. When I went to pick up Pat's plate, he grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. At first he looked really serious and didn't say anything, which was odd. Then a really evil looking smile formed on his face and he whispered to me that he had left me a birthday present on my bed. I just laughed and said thanks and finished clearing the plates.
After I had put all the plates in the dishwasher I went up to my room. I walked in and turned on the lights and closed the door. I then went to take a piss (I had a bathroom attached to my bedroom). It wasn't until I came out of the bathroom that I noticed Pat's present. As soon as I saw it I lost my breath and started shaking.
There, in the middle of my bed, was the exact pair of underwear that I had been sniffing the night before. My head was spinning. I had no idea what to think or what to do. I just stood there thinking "Oh shit, oh shit" over and over again. I don't know how long I stood there in shock, but it seemed like a long time. I probably would have stayed like that a lot longer, but Pat walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind him.
"Well, how do you like my present?" He asked.
I didn't know what to say, I just kept looking from him to the boxerbriefs on my bed. Finally, I just said "What the hell man!"
"Oh, come on Danny" he said laughing, "I know you like them. I even wore them to the gym this morning before we woke you up to get them nice and ripe for you. Why don't you go ahead and give them a whiff and tell me what you think."
At this point I realized that my whole world was falling down around me. Pat thought I was some queer and I had no idea what he was going to do.
"Pat, man, I don't know what this is all about, but it isn't funny. I don't want your smelly fucking underwear on my bed. Just take them and get the hell out of here." I was trying to sound tougher than I felt and he saw through it.
"Look Danny, I was here last night. I saw you sniffing them and rubbing your cock. There's no use trying to lie to me now."
"Fuck you Pat, you are making shit up. Just get out and leave me alone."
At this point, Pat's attitude changed. He was no longer joking. He picked his underwear off the bed and walked over to me. He then grabbed my head and shoved the underwear into my face.
"Come on Danny, take a whiff and let's see what happens. I bet your dick won't lie like your mouth is. I bet you get a woody right away." He kept his underwear in my face and then moved his other hand down to my crotch and felt up my cock, which was getting harder by the second even though I was doing everything I could to not get horny.
After he confirmed that I was getting a bonner, he smiled and threw the underwear on the floor.
"Alright Danny, you've been caught. You now are going to be my little bitch whenever I feel like it." He sat down on the bed and awaited my reply.
"No way man, I'm not gay. I'm not going to be your bitch."
"Yes, you are, and if you don't do what I say then I'm going to tell the other guys what you have been doing. Hell, you know how Chris is. Once he finds out you have been sniffing his underwear he will probably beat the shit out of you."
"I haven't been sniffing his underwear Pat. You got it all wrong. I'm not gay, I wouldn't do that. And he wouldn't believe you anyway." I tried to sound confident, but I really knew that if Pat said anything to him, his first reaction would be to beat the living crap out of me.
"Yeah, he would believe me. In fact, there are a pair of his underwear in you nightstand drawer. So, if you want to mess around with me and give me shit then I'll just call him up here right now and show them to him." I looked over at my nightstand. I had never taken any of Chris's underwear, but I knew from the look on Pat's face that there was in fact a pair of them in my nightstand. He had totally set me up. At this point I realized I was totally screwed.
"Now, do you want me to call Chris up here?" Pat asked and he got up and started walking towards the door.
"No! Don't, please. What do you want?" I was hoping he wanted me to do his homework or clean his room, but he had other things in mind.
"Well, come over here and sit on the bed." He instructed.
I did as he said. After I sat down he walked over to me and stood in front of me. He just looked down at me and smiled for a few seconds. I just looked down at the floor.
"Alright Danny, take my cock out of my pants." He said very seriously.
"No way man, I told you I'm not gay. I don't want to touch your dick." I said and started to get up.
He pushed me back down on the bed.
"Danny, if you back talk me one more time or refuse to do anything I say one more time, I will yell down for Chris to come up here. Do you understand?"
"Yes" was all I could say.
"Good, no take out my cock."
I slowly moved my hands towards his shorts. My hands were shaking so badly that I could barely undo the button. But I got it undone and then unzipped his shorts and let them fall to the ground. He was wearing grey boxerbriefs and was looking pretty dam hot in them actually. His bulge looked bigger than ever, but I could tell he didn't have a hard on yet.
I went to pull down his boxerbriefs but he stopped me.
"First, stand up and take off your pants." I did as he said and stood in front of him in my own pair of boxerbriefs. I was hoping he wouldn't make me take them off. But he leaned in really close to me. He mouth was just a few inches from my own and for a second I thought he was going to kiss me and for a second I really wanted him to.
"I want to be able to see how much you are enjoying this." He said and I could feel the warmth of his breath and smell the beer on it. He then reached down and slowly pulled down my underwear.
My dick had started getting hard when I had seen him standing in front of me in his underwear. It had gotten even harder when he had almost kissed me. So at this point I was standing there with my dick almost fully erect. He smiled at me and reached down and grabbed my cock. I had never had a guy touch my cock before and it sent electricity all through my body, I could barely stand up. I sighed and closed my eyes. My dick quickly got fully erect while he was holding it in his big, warm and rough hand. He moved his hand up and down my 7'' uncut dick several times and then he stopped and pushed me back down to the bed.
"There now, I knew you would enjoy this!' He said and laughed. "Now you can finish taking off my underwear."
I noticed that the bulge had gotten even bigger. He was definitely getting hard. I moved towards his underwear and the smell hit me, that masculine, sweaty, jock smell that I loved. If possible, my dick got even harder and some precum started running down my shaft. I then slowly pulled down his underwear while keeping my eyes on his package.
As soon as I got his underwear down his dick flopped out. My mouth dropped and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I had seen big dicks in porn and on the internet, but I had never seen anything so big and perfect as this cock that was just a few inches from my face.
I have no idea how big it was, but it had to have been close to 10 inches. It was uncut, like mine. It kept getting bigger and bigger until it was finally fully erect. It wasn't point up at all (like mine does), it was too big and fat to do that, it was almost point directly at my face. The site and smell of it was driving me crazy.
"Now, lick my balls." Pat said and pulled my head close to his crotch. I leaned my head down to get under his big, hairy balls. I wasn't sure what to do, but I started going off instinct. I stuck out my tongue just a little and licked his sac. It tasted amazing! I started lapping all over his balls and got down to the base of his sac and the smell got better and better. I started licking the area between his balls and his asshole, but he pulled me back up towards his balls and laughed a little. But that pungent odor stuck with me and I knew I wanted more of it.
I started to suck on his balls. I would take one in my mouth and gently roll it around and caress it with my tongue. I could tell that he liked this. He was groaning and moving back and forth. Up until that point he had been holding his cock up and out of my way so I could get full access to his balls. But then he let go and his cock slapped against my face. I was so engrossed with licking his balls that I barely noticed.
But once I did realize he had let go of his cock, I moved my hand up and grabbed it. I had never touched, much less held, another guy's cock before. I expected it to feel just like holding my own dick. But it didn't' feel anything like that. It was so big and warm and I could feel it throbbing. I can't describe how great it felt to hold his cock in my hands. I felt almost powerful just holding it.
I slowly began to move my hand up and down on his cock, moving the foreskin back and forth, while still enjoying his balls. I was so horny, that it didn't take me long to start jerking him off faster. After a few seconds he pulled away.
"Slow down there big guy, I don't want to cum just yet." He said while laughing and playfully messing up my hair. I had forgotten all about my fear and all about being forced into doing this and now I just simply smiled back up to him.
"Now, the main course." He said and grabbed his cock and directed it towards my mouth. I had no idea how to suck a dick, especially one so damn big, but I didn't fight him on this, I just opened up and let him direct his dick into my hungry mouth.
At first I just focused on the head of his dick, sucking on it a little and licking it around and around. I knew he liked this because he kept moaning and every once in a while his body would spasm. But he wanted more. He began to slowly force more of his cock into my mouth. The taste of his precum was driving me mad and I wanted nothing more than to take as much of his cock as I could and milk it.
At this point, my own cock was about ready to explode. I slid one of my hands down to it and started slowing jerking off. But Pat noticed and quickly pulled my hand from my dick and looked down at me and just shook his head. So I moved my hand up and started playing with his balls while I was sucking his cock.
He eventually forced enough of his cock into my mouth that I started to gag. He quickly pulled back but then over and over again he would push more into my mouth until he heard me start to gag. Eventually, after I had gotten the hang of what I was doing, he was able to get at least about three-fourths of his monster dick in my mouth without me choking on it.
As soon as he realized my limits he started to take more control. His hands grabbed the back of my head and started pulling me onto his dick. He started slowly but kept getting faster and faster. Soon he was fucking my face pretty hard. At first I couldn't breath and I thought I was going to throw up, but then I relaxed and started to enjoy it. He was breathing heaving and moaning loudly, I was hoping that Chris had passed out so he wouldn't hear what we were doing.
Pat kept fucking my face for several minutes and I could tell he was close to cumming. I was ready for his load. After tasting so much of his precum I was eager to taste the real thing. He eventually let go of my head and was just thrusting, so I put both my hands on his butt and started pulling him into me as hard and as fast as I could. His ass was amazing. It was hard as a rock and was warm and furry.
I knew he was about to explode and I kept pulling him into my mouth harder and harder. But suddenly he pushed my arms down and pulled out of my mouth. I immediately looked up to him with pleading eyes, he knew I wanted his cum and he just smiled down at me.
He then grabbed his cock, closed his eyes and started jerking off as hard as he could. I quickly realized what was about to happen. I looked down at his big dick and closed my eyes just before it exploded all over my face. Wave after wave of hot cum splashed onto my face. It didn't know a guy could cum so much. It was dripping down my face and falling onto my chest and some of it even hit my dick, which almost made me cum without touching myself.
I started licking my face and getting all the cum I could. It tasted so amazing, I wanted to get all of it. By this time, he had done jerking off and was just standing there watching me. I reached up with one of my hands and got some of his cum on my finger and then licked it off.
"Stop. You've had enough." He said. I was going to wipe the cum out of my eyes, but I decided to obey him and just sat there. I heard him move around the room and then felt him starting to wipe his cum off my face with a cloth. Once he got it out of my eyes I opened them and saw that he was wiping me off with the pair of his boxerbriefs that had been laying on me bed when I came upstairs.
After he finished wiping me clean, he threw his pair of sticky underwear onto my bed.
"Those are for you to keep. Like I said, they are your birthday present." He smiled big and I thought he was going to leave. But instead he got serious again.
"We aren't done yet though." He said. "Stand up and face the bed." At this point I got really scarred. I was afraid he wanted to fuck me. I had never had anything go up my butt before and I knew that there was no way his huge cock would fit.
He walked over to my night stand and opened the drawer and pulled out Chris's underwear that he had put there. He then walked up behind me and pulled me towards him. His cock was still wet with cum.
He held me like this for a few seconds and then reached around and grabbed my dick. I could barely breathe or stand up, but he pulled me closer to him. His soft cock was rubbing against my ass. He slowly started jerking my cock. His breath on my ear and neck was making me crazy but I was trying not to cum too fast because I was enjoying the moment too much.
He kept jerking my cock and eventually his cock started to grow again. It was pointed downwards and rubbing up against my asshole. I was still afraid of him trying to fuck me with it, but it felt so good rubbing up and down against my asshole. I started pushing back against it and I could feel it getting harder and harder. I knew it would hurt like hell and I was scarred to death of him fucking me, but at that moment I wanted him to anyway.
He started jerking my dick harder and harder until I couldn't hold back anymore. I grunted and pushed back hard against his dick and started to cum.
He picked up Chris's underwear and caught all my cum with them. After I was done shooting my load, he rubbed my cock with Chris's underwear.
He then turned me around to face him.
"I hope you realize that you are going to be my bitch whenever I want you to." I just nodded.
"You now a pair of Chris's underwear with your cum stains all over them. You are going to keep them under your mattress at all times. I will come and check from time to time to make sure they are there. If you ever try and get rid of them I will tell Chris and the rest of the guys about you and about you sniffing their underwear and they will kick your ass. Do you understand?"
I again, just nodded. I was so spent and nervous that I must have looked pathetic. I couldn't look him in the face; I just looked down at the floor.
He took Chris's underwear and put them under my mattress. He then came back and stood in front of me. He didn't say anything; he just pulled my chin up so I was looking at him and looked into my eyes for a few seconds. He then pulled my head towards him and he kissed me, gently at first but then more passionately. He forced his tongue into my mouth and put his arms around me and held me close.
He stopped and I could only think how badly I wanted him to continue. He again just looked at me for a few seconds. Then he smiled and messed up my hair again.
"Happy birthday buddy." He said. He then picked up his clothes (except the underwear he had given to me as a present) and left the room.
I fell back into the bed and almost started to cry. I was so confused and embarrassed and nervous, but most of all I was happy. I grabbed his underwear and turned off the lights and crawled into bed. I fell asleep holding his underwear to my face.