My fiancé, Jack, has given me ample "incentive" to keep telling him stories of my dorm-days sexcapades . . . . So I decided to add another few segments of my memory of my sophomore time at university and the hot guys I played around with. So here's another piece with another dorm-mate.
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I was just stepping out of the shower in our dorm room bathroom my sexy roommate Johnny and I shared with our two dormmates in the next room when I heard a SLAM, felt the wall shake and heard a loud roar from their adjoining room. "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he roared, and then I heard what I thought were keys thud into the wall and drop to the floor.
It was Randy – Blake Randall – the hot second-string quarterback who shared the adjoining room with the as-hot or hotter Mac' MacKenzie. To my knowledge nobody knew his real first name – everyone called him Mac. I know I did – that was when I wasn't calling him STUD' while he was fucking me!
Back to the moment I was slammed as Randy slammed open the door from their room to the bathroom and stormed to the toilet, ripping his jeans open. I could see in the reflection from the mirror that he was fully hard, his huge thick log-like cock springing forth as if making a break from its confinement when he got his pants open.
It wasn't unusual for us all to be in and out of the bathroom all the time – there was no issue with `privacy' even when we were shitting. Just four guys and one bathroom between us. I enjoyed the sight of him fully hard – it was a sight I hadn't had the pleasure of until then.
SLAM went his meaty hand flat against the wall above the toilet as he struggled with his other hand and contorting his hips out to try and get his hardon down enough to piss. "Fucking cock-teasing BITCH!" he growled as he continued to struggle with that monster, finally almost crouching to get himself aimed into the toilet bowl. "GODDAMN HER!" he shouted as his piss started flowing, loudly splattering into the toilet.
I had a towel and was holding it against my neck, languidly rubbing with my full attention on this bull's cock and piss stream and his big balls hanging below his haunched thighs. Of course his beautiful darkly-furred bubble butt was jutted out at me, too, and I couldn't admire his bull nuts swinging there without admiring his sweaty hole. His tight white t-shirt that showed off the tensed musculature of his v-shaped back hung to just above his butt, displaying a darker-furred `landing patch' above his crack. FUCK it all looked yummy!
His pissing could have put any racehorse to shame – it was long and forceful and while it was streaming his shouts of frustration were apparently squelched with relief. I'd got the towel in both hands and was making an attempt at drying my back but hadn't progressed much past my shoulders, transfixed as I was by the sight of him.
When his stream finally slowed and then seemed never to be going to stop, still trickling, I was startled when I heard a few blasts of his stream and knew he was pushing out the last. Then he abruptly stood and slammed his hand down angrily on the lever on the toilet and almost stumbled and fell when he turned too fast, forgetting his pants were open around his ankles. "GOD DAMMIT!" he snarled and kicked them off. It was when he turned that he saw me, a bit startled. "Oh shit, van D, didn't hear you there," he said, swiping his jeans up angrily with one hand and standing tall again, his big fat boner bouncing and swaying wildly with his movements.
I was looking at his big cock jutting out over his enormous balls from a patch of thick black fur that was as natural as could be. I HATED the excessive manscaping trend that was catching on. THIS was ALL MAN, just the way I liked.
He looked down, following my gaze. "Oh, sorry," he said, self-consciously shoving his jeans in front of his crotch.
I returned to bro mode naturally enough. "No worries, dude," I said, belying my fixation on his manly attributes and trying not to let my desire to feel his big, furry, muscled body against me. "Not like we don't all have the same functioning," I said lamely. He obviously had far bigger equipment than most!
He laughed nervously but just stood there, his eyes having strayed to my own not-inconsequential endowment, which, to my horror, I realized was at full mast! I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist, not hiding that I had a huge boner one bit but at least giving the impression that I didn't want it on display, though nothing could be farther from the truth – I WANTED Randy, and I knew he needed an assist. I just had to be careful how I played it with my straight dormmate.
"Guess we both are in need," I said with a laugh.
He was looking me in the eye again, and his face darkend. "Goddamn cock-teasing Janet Conrad!" he snarled. "She had me all worked up then tells me she never PUTS OUT," he almost spat out the words, "Unless she's INVOLVED," the same inflection again showing his disbelief and disdain. "Fucking slut must be INVOLVED with the entire first-string team then!" he roared, his voice having regained the intensity of when he stormed in. "You could probably see my balls were as blue as the sky!" he laughed, surprising me with his sudden change of mood, and with that he held his jeans out, his big cock bobbed free, and he reached down with his other hand and pulled his balls in his sac and shoved them toward me. "See?" he laughed. And then he almost threw them down out of his grasp.
"Um," I stammered, my mouth full of drool and trying to sound anything but like I felt, anything but like a man who would do ANYthing to get what was in those huge cumtanks. "I might need a closer look," I said, attempting humor and failing I knew, so I finished with, "Either that or I might be color-blind."
With that he laughed . . . and I enjoyed the sight of his still-raging hardon bobbing in the air between us as his body responded to his laughs at me. "I'm sure," he said through guffaws, "Your closer inspection would find them plenty blue . . . and plenty FULL, too, as worked up as that bitch got me!" Then the laughs went to angry again just that fast. "She sure didn't have to be involved to be feeling me up and rubbing my balls with her hand DOWN INSIDE my jeans!"
FUCK I wanted to be feeling him up and rubbing his balls!
"She even licked my precum off her fingers, the fucking cock-teasing slut!" he spat, angrier.
I took a step toward him and reached out to his shoulder. "Dude," I said as soothingly as I could. "She's not worth it, man. You just need to nut and forget about that bitch." I was sounding very bro-like . . . or so I thought.
"You fucking know I NEED to nut!" he snarled. "But my right hand is a come-down from thinking I was going to get some pussy or at least a blowjob!" He had a point. And I realized he was looking hard into my eyes as his chest heaved like a bull ready to charge. His eyes went to my raging hardon – STILL raging, as I WANTED to take care of his NEED so badly I probably wouldn't lose that hardon for days if I went wanting myself – and back up to me. "Looks like you've got the same problem, van D," he said, quieter.
"Check my balls for me, Randy? Tell me if they're blue like yours?" I said with a quaver in my voice, attempting to deflect some of the tension of not knowing where this was going or if at any moment he was going to punch me if I made a move.
His face went to a smirk. "Thought you needed a closer look to know if mine really are blue or not."
Dare I? "Yeah," was all I could manage, and it sounded more like a breathless plea than an answer.
"And what if you get down there and confirm it? It'll be the second time I had someone that close to my needy cock tonight and away I walk knocking my aching balls again!"
My hand was still on his shoulder, and I swear his skin was hotter to my touch than it was when first I got to him. I looked deep into his smirking eyes, not finding anything more than before, neither overt invitation nor clear humor to tell me to back the fuck off. "What if—" I started then stopped short.
Randy's eyes flashed and out of the corner of my vision I swear his big bat of a cock jumped. "What if . . . " he prompted me, the smirk a bit broader now, but just a bit.
"Well, uh, I mean," I started, not stammering but definitely tentative, watching for any sign from him and getting nothing more, "If a dude can help another dude out when he needs it, well—"
Randy looked at me. "What if the one dude NEEDS it more than the other dude. Like some cock-tease has got him all worked up and he hasn't even jacked it in days and his balls are fucking aching, but the other dude isn't that needy? Does the really needy dude HAVE TO help the other dude, too?"
FUCK YEAH – I had him! I squeezed his shoulder supportively. And then I went all in. Giving him a piercing, determined stare eye-to-eye despite my four inch higher stance, I told him, "Randy, I WANT to HELP you. And all you have to do is enjoy the relief I give you, nothing except that if that's all you want." And then I reached down and took hold of his thick, veiny cockshaft.
Randy gulped, and his eyes fluttered. "Ummmmmmmmmmm," he said, sounding like maybe he was in over his head, so to speak, but when I rubbed my thumb over the tip of said head, his entire body shuddered, and he exclaimed, "Oh FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
I let my thumb tease the underside of his head, where I knew his cut cock was the most sensitive as I said, "That, too, if you want it!" and felt his cock throb in my hand, a bead of pre leaking out of the tip and onto my thumb.
We were still standing in our shared bathroom. On balance, given that we each had a roommate who could come into our rooms at any moment, I quickly deduced that the bathroom was the best place for us to be to ensure privacy. With my hand still working his cock, I took my other from his shoulder and reached back behind him and pushed the door from the bathroom to my room closed. I had to lean into Randy to reach the handle to set the lock, and when my chest touched his and my cock knocked against his groin, he sighed and shivered. And before I could move back he had one hand gently on my hip, gently holding me.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I said, and I squeezed his cock and used my other hand to take his balls and begin to roll them and rub them.
"OH FUCK YES!" he said with a loud, breathy affirmation, his hand on my hip clenching. I liked it – sure it was nothing, but for a straight guy who I was pretty sure was having his first experience with a guy, it was big deal stuff! I found out later that it was, in fact, his first `experience with' a guy – that all he'd ever done before was jack off with a couple of other guys as teenagers, never even touching the other guys.
"Let me just lock the other door, so Johnny or Mac don't interrupt this mission of mercy," I said, deliberately brushing my chest across his furry pecs and against his chin as I turned to step away.
But Randy gripped my hip tighter, and I looked back to him again in question. "You really don't mind if I just, uh, you know, don't, uh—"
I wondered for a moment if he was having second thoughts and going to throw in, "Maybe this isn't a great idea," or something like that, but he didn't. And I was already all-in on this – I'd declared my intent to get him off and even, if he had heard me and understood what I was saying, to have him fuck me. So I stared him down, gripping his cock tighter and rubbing his gooey slick head with my thumb to make him shudder against me. I gave it a beat for his eyes to roll back forward and then said, "Randy, we're finishing THIS," I said with an even tighter squeeze to his cock, which felt like a throbbing lead pipe, "And taking care of your problem. I'm GLAD to do it!" I finished, with a squeeze to his huge nuts.
I abruptly let loose of him and turned out of his grip on me and slammed and locked the other bathroom door. When I turned back, Randy hadn't moved so much as a muscle. "Relax," I said soothingly, approaching him and then dropping to my knees. I leaned over and had his enormous hardon halfway to the root with my tongue and tips already working it over before he knew what was happening.
"OH FUCK DUDE that's fucking AMAZING!" he said, throwing his hands back and bracing himself on the sink counter. I knew it was, in fact, amazing . . . particularly if he'd never had guy-head before!
I had to watch my enthusiasm because he was horny as all hell, and I didn't know if, after he blew one nutload, he'd think he was macho-straight-bound to not fuck me for a second round, having "taken care of his problem". So instead I edged him up and back with the talents that are second nature to me, using my throat and mouth and tongue and lips and hands. I was rewarded with a constant stream of exclamations, moans and pleas from him, the most common being "OH FUCK OH FUCK" as he got right to the edge . . . before I eased him back over his pleas and moans.
When his peaks were coming so close I was unsure how many more times I could edge him back – and I knew we were that close because his balls had been TIGHT against his groin now for about three, never having loosened when I edged him back down – I pulled off his cock and just gently licked his head lightly and rubbed his balls. "OH FUCK that's incredible!" he said, his hips gyrating with my tongue's swirling over his head.
"You wanted to fuck her, didn't you?" I asked him, my words a bit garbled but still understandable, as I wasn't stopping licking that drooling monstercock of his even for a few syllables.
"OH GOD YES I wanted to BANG her slut-pussy!" he growled and shoved his cock toward my mouth.
I laughed and sucked his head but moved back so he couldn't shove it in my mouth any farther. He moaned plaintively, and for the first time he reached out and grabbed my head in an attempt to bring me onto his raging cock.
He was too weakened from his edging, which I was pretty certain we'd been at for nearly an hour, which had me pretty damn proud of my skills. After all, he was horned up enough he'd been raging boned, and I had this college stud's nut controlled despite sucking him and working his balls for all that time. So he didn't have it in him to force my head back onto him, and he just moaned again.
"I have a better idea, and I bet you'll love it," I said, looking up at him.
With that his chin jerked down, and he was looking at me, lapping at his cockhead, our eyes locked. "Oh yeah?" he asked.
I gave his cock a deep pass, even shoving his massive head into my throat and brushing my nose into his nuts, and then pulled off it completely and stood up. "Yeah," I said, turning and bracing my hands on the counter and pushing my ass back out. "It's not a pussy – it's tighter and hotter, and I guarantee you'll fucking LOVE fucking my ass!" I said boldly, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
I might have gone too far – it's such a fine line with straight bros. He looked uncertain, even frightened, but he looked from my ass to my eyes a couple of times, and then the decision was made when he looked down at his dripping cock – I knew I had him then. The uncertainty was less, the fear was gone, and his jaw slowly set.
"Take that pre on your fingers and rub it into my hole," I told him, and to emphasize the point, I reached around with one hand and pulled my right buttcheek out to better expose my ready hole to him.
He took instruction well. He had his slimey fingers pushing over my hole – too gently – and was rubbing his pre around. "Push it in and get me lubed up," I said. "You know how to get a hole ready for fucking – I know you do!"
He didn't say any of the usual things. "Won't it hurt if I . . . " or "Dude my cock is gonna split you open – are you sure . . . " or anything in between. Instead he increased the pressure – still gently, and I didn't tell him my hole was plenty able to accommodate his meaty fingers, but firmly until my pucker admitted him, and he pushed in farther and began twisting his fingers inside me.
"FUCK!" he exclaimed, his fingers now inside me as far as he could go. "You're already so wet . . . and HOT," he said, almost reverentially, his eyes again meeting mine in the mirror.
I was grinning back at him. "FUCK YES!" I encouraged him, moving my ass gently back on his fingers and clenching on them. "Spit in my crack and get more pre with your other hand and put it down there so you can work it in, too," I ordered, bolstered by the way he'd done as he was told before.
He didn't disappoint, and he had me WET and WANTING within no time. I looked back at his monstrous cock – not foot-long but dauntingly thick. My ass said GIMME! but my brain said, "Now spit on your cock and get it as good and slicked up as you can. And DON'T," I said sharply, as he was starting to rub his spit and pre over it, "Get yourself too worked up with that hand. My ass will take care of you!"
He guffawed at that, and I laughed too, even though I was NOT kidding!
He didn't have to be told to get that cock behind my ass and line it up when he was slicked up. I pushed my ass down and out a little to make it easier for him, and when I felt his head against my pucker, I pushed back more. Not surprisingly, my pucker STRAINED to open enough for his gargantuan cockhead . . . but it did, and he plopped inside me. "OH FUCK!" I shouted through gritted teeth, and he had exclaimed but I couldn't hear him over my cry and my ass shouting pain up at me . . . and want. He was not moving. "Don't stop!" I ordered. "PUSH IT IN and FUCK me!"
Randy's eyes went narrow, and he took hold of my left shoulder and my right hip and SHOVED his fat cock balls deep into me suddenly. Well, not suddenly – I'd just told him to, hadn't I?
My head was hanging, and my concentration was split between feeling like my entire colon was going to burst at a seam – if it had a seam – from the thickness of him and my control of my muscles to see that didn't happen. Randy, however, had taken his instruction to heart, and although he was exclaiming over and over, "FUCK you're TIGHT and HOT!" he was plowing my ass without reservation now, his big balls smacking my own hanging sac with every thrust.
As thick as he was it took me longer than my usual time to begin that slide from pain to pain and pleasure and then finally to just pleasure. All the while he POUNDED my fuckhole. And I was loving it!
I deliberately didn't milk his cock with my very controlled assmuscles because I knew how horned he was and I wanted him to GO as long as he could, but my tight hole had him THERE in just a few minutes.
We were locked eye to eye in the mirror. His look was determined . . . through an evil grin, like he was doing something very, very naughty. My look was determined and full of pleasure. His cries were loud, long and appreciative of my ass around his cock. He didn't do any of the frequently-distracting "You love my big cock, don't you" or "Yeah you love taking cock like a bitch, don't you" or anything. No, his were, "FUCK man you make me want to nut so fucking bad!" and "Goddamn your ass is better than any pussy – FUCK I'm getting close!" And mine were encouraging but not incendiary. "FUCK YEAH fuck me Randy. Use my hole like you need to man!" That's the bro version of a bottom loving getting his brains fucked out.
When I felt his cock getting fatter, the flange on his head almost sharp it was protruding out so far and his cockshaft felt like every vein was throbbing inside me and his balls were no longer flying back and forth slamming into me. And that flange was knocking my prostate both inbound and outbound, and I was starting to see stars. "OH HOLY FUCK!" I shouted, as I felt my balls about to erupt.
"OH FUCK OH FUCK OHFUCK OHHHHHFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Randy was shouting behind me, his hands now CLAMPED on me as he jackhammered into me even harder.
I felt his whole body stiffen behind me after a particularly rough, deep thrust, and I felt his hot seed blasting up into my fuckchute. "OH FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Randy yelled in one long, loud moan as he was depositing his seed DEEP inside.
And with that my own balls began to blast all over the cabinet below the sink. My body writhed and spasmed, and I held on hard to the counter to keep from allowing my knees to buckle my climax was so explosive.
Somewhere while I was cumming, Randy had collapsed onto my back. We were both panting and trying to catch our breath, and I was enjoying his sweaty, pelted hulk on me, his not-as-fat-now cock still clenched in my assring. I finally relaxed my ass, and his cock flopped out . . . along with about a quart of his cum, or so it seemed when it splatted on the floor and my feet and his.
Randy was vaulted back to consciousness apparently when his ass-slimy cock flopped out. "Van D, that was fucking amazing! Thanks bud," he said, and with that he gave me a hard smack on my buttcheek which caused me to both YELP and jump. He swaggered off to his room without picking his jeans or shoes off the floor. My ass was telling me FUCK YEAH; but my brain was saying FUCKING STRAIGHT GUY – PROBABLY WON'T EVEN WASH UP MUCH LESS SHOWER! I headed back to the shower.
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