My Sophomore Roommate

By Mads van Duessen

Published on Sep 30, 2014

Gay

My fiancé, Jack, and I were in Amsterdam recently, after meeting my parents, and at a certain club, a tall, hot Austrian man reminded me of another student I had fun with at university – I had fun telling Jack stories of my dorm-days sexcapades . . . . So I decided to continue. So here's another piece. Forgive the title – Schuyler wasn't a roommate but it was my sophomore year, so I kept the title going in the series.

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I came into the university gym's locker room from running almost 2 hours with everything I was wearing drenched with sweat. My body was humming from the great run – I'd run the track, at first planning to run less than a half-hour, but it felt so fucking good to be out in the Indian summer sun and warmth that I took off and ran over to the lake and just took off. I hadn't had any more classes that afternoon, so I figured what the fuck. I walked the last mile back to cool off but I was drenched with sweat – still – when I hit the locker room.

As I entered I'd pulled off my sopping shirt and wrung it out outside – that's how sweaty I was – and had it in a heap in my hand. I snagged a towel when I got inside and was drying my dripping head when I heard a deep voice – eastern Germany was my guess from the accent.

"Those short give the nice view when wet."

I turned and looked out from under the towel I had draped over my head, and there was the most magnificent naked man I'd seen since I'd gotten to university over a year before – and I'd seen – and done plenty more with – plenty! Taller than me – I'm taller than most – and furrier than me – I'm furrier than most. He was very blond, very tanned, and his entire body was ripped, corded and shaped for pleasure. His HUGE veiny cock hung soft at least 7 inches over massive blond-furred balls, and his cock was FAT and veiny even soft like that, with a huge helmet head.

I forced my mind back to discussion, and I looked over my shoulder to a mirror over the sinks and saw that my running shorts were essentially completely transparent due to their sweat-soaked condition. It was a nice showcase for my ass if I could say so! "Thanks, man," I said. Then I asked him in German if he was from Germany, to which he scoffed and told me firmly he was from Austria, a new graduate student at the uni.

He stood without any issue being there butt naked, and we talked a little back to less-stern topics than my inadvertent insult of his heritage. Finally I moved to my locker as we still talked and stripped my running shoes – I swear they were sloshing from my sweat – and socks and shorts off, making sure I looked away and bent over to get them off when I did.

"Mmmmmmm," he said when my ass was displayed for him.

I turned and smiled and then saw that his beautiful Aryan cock was stirring. I turned my look directly to it and licked my lips before looking back to his eyes.

The hot Austrian was making no attempt to hide that he was enjoying my own big cock as well as he'd enjoyed my hot ass. I took a step toward him and put out my hand, wishing it was grabbing his incredible horsecock. "Mads," I said, offering my hand.

He thrust out a huge hand – of course it was huge, given his enormous cock and nuts . . . and feet – and grasped mine tight. As he said, "Schuyler," which he pronounced properly, unlike Americans, as "SKOY-lair" as I'd pronounced mine "Maaahhhds". He added, "Most here call me `Sky' for short.

I looked down at his now semi-hard fuck-python and said, "There's nothing short about you!" and then brought my eyes up to his, challenging . . . needy.

I might have gone too far for him as far as being direct and bold – he seemed to not know what to say and for the first time was looking around as if to see if anyone was looking at us. I figured if I was going to close this deal I had to push him – either that would do it or I'd scare him away and best to find out if he was a wussyboy or the big hot fuck he looked like right the fuck now.

I took a step in close enough that my thigh brushed his half-extended monstercock, and I felt it twitch at the touch. "Look I study my fucking ass off and what little time I have other than class and studying I take runs to relax. So I don't have a lot of spare time, and I bet you have less being in grad school. I'm going to grab a quick shower and wash the sweat off. While I'm doing that why don't you decide if you want to fuck my VERY FINE ass or not," I said and headed for the showers.

Sky seemed to not know what to say. When I passed the sinks and threw a look back in the mirror, he was just looking at me. Well FUCK! I had high hopes after his comments and moan of appreciation. I threw the sweaty towel in the bin, grabbed another and headed into the showers.

I was lathering my hair when I heard someone else come into the shower area, so it was a minute before I could open my eyes. Sky! FUCK YEAH! I'd been close enough to smell him earlier, and clearly he'd already showered after his own workout, so I knew I had him if he followed me in.

I'd already pretty much finished everything else but my hair by the time he got in there, but I didn't let him know that. I lathered my furry torso and legs luxuriously, far slower than before when I'd just wanted to get clean. Then I lathered my heavy balls and big cock slowly, giving him a show of it that had him fully hard, watching, barely making any shower-like movements of his own. Then I went for the kill with long, thorough soaping of my crack and hole, using first one finger, then two, then three of my big fingers, all the while bent over a little so he had a great view. When I took another look I could see it was not the shower making that fuckpole drip!

Sky looked mesmerized – watching me and his big hand was very slowly lathering his rippling torso while his huge cock throbbed. I motioned for him to come to my stall, and this time he didn't even look around – he left his showerhead running and walked to me.

I pulled him by his cock, bent over and pulled his apple-sized cockhead to my pucker. This was going to fucking HURT – and I wanted it so fucking bad. "Without—" he started to protest, but with a grip on the base of that monster I pushed back onto it and had half of him in me before he could finish. "ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he shouted. I pushed back the rest of the way until I had that entire thing gutting me, gritting my teeth and letting loose a stream of obscenities into the spray.

I was bent forward below the open shower stall wall – about five feet high – that was the only cover we had. So Sky was standing not in the spray and swaying as I moved my ass off him some and slammed back onto him. "FUCK ME!" I urged.

After a few slams back onto him and a few more "requests" he finally suddenly grabbed my hips and SLAMMED into me HARD, making me yelp louder than I'd intended to and then went to town slam-fucking my hole.

The pain was intense, and it hadn't let up at all, so I forced my thoughts to relaxing my fuckhole muscles. There finally – the burn was there and the stretch beyond capacity that really wasn't but the stabbing pain was gone . . . and the pleasure became physical to go with the psychological. I LOVE the psychological – the rush of TAKING a man IN me – when it's all other than the stabbing pain of the intrusion, the stretch and reaming. But when the pain starts being accompanied by the waves, the pleasure in waves of sensation both physical and ethereal that happen when that balance – of pain and pleasure – is tipping and changing, THAT is almost as good as when the fucking slams the cumload out of you.

"OH HOLY FUCK!" I cried, because right at the moment I was thinking that, Sky moved me enough to slam my prostate dead-on. He'd knocked it and rubbed it, but now it was direct hits, every one making my entire body feel like it was igniting and shooting sparks through me and out of me.

Sky was pounding me hard and fast. I gave a very momentary thought to the fact that it was a good thing, because neither of us knew when someone would come in. It was a weekend, there were no games and, like usual in the late Saturday afternoon, it had been deserted, but who knew.

I reached back and found Sky's huge bull nuts swinging and got a good grip on them. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he roared . . . and fucked me harder! GOOD DEAL I thought.

I yanked those monster cumtanks and thrust back harder into his thrusts, steadying myself with my other arm on the shower wall lest his prostate-pummeling have my knees collapsing.

I felt his huge tanks pulling up at the same time I felt his impaler getting harder and thicker inside me. His head was so fucking big it felt like a softball in my fuckchute, and every direct slam to my prostate felt like a line drive. He was close – I was closer.

"OH HOLY FUCKING A!" I shouted as my balls ignited suddenly, surprising me, and exploding HARD and fast, my entire body charged and erupting with my cock's eruptions.

That pulled him over with me, and he tried to pull out of me, but I was having none of that and yanked his big nuts HARD to pull him in balls deep. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried, definitely from my grip and yank but also probably from the climax because I felt his huge fuckpipe throbbing inside me and blasting his seed so far inside me it would probably take a week to find its way back out!

I don't know if it was the position, with my head hung low so the blood was rushing in and making me more dizzy than usual when I cum or if it was really just that GREAT because it surely was great, but I finally let go of his balls – getting a big sigh of relief – or regret – from him, and I collapsed onto the floor, painfully as that fuckrod pulled out of my well-thrashed cunt. I twisted and landed on my ass – face to cock with that mutant monstercock of his, and then I got my usual rush of pride.

I also got some straggling cum which was leaking out of him, and I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, savoring the soapy taste of my cunt and his cum from inside me as well as the new stuff still leaking. I looked up at him and saw he was holding the side wall to steady himself as I sucked and licked him clean.

"Is the coast clear?" I asked. He clearly didn't understand that idiom, and I laughed. "Other than your massive fuckspear bouncing around here," I said, giving it a good knock with my hand and enjoying its swing and rebound – FUCK what a cock! "Is it safe for you to go back to your shower space?" I asked, more understandably.

I watched Sky look around, then his eyes returned to me, a devilish look on his face. "Maybe I just wait until someone is here and show them you are here!" he teased me.

He didn't know me at all. "Yeah, no biggie – chances are it's someone who's fucked me already anyway, so won't be a surprise to him!" I said, totally straight-faced, and got up so we were both standing well above the divider and plain for anyone to see.

Sky reached out and gave my chest a little push and said something that I had to think to translate. Then I realized he'd throw his own German idiom back at me which meant, essentially, that I was going to be trouble. I grinned and took some soap from the dispenser and VERY carefully washed around my crying fuckhole and got the residual cum off my thighs. I made no move to leave the shower stall with him at all, nor did I make any show that I was bothered if anyone came in.

Sky bolted at hearing someone approaching and was inside his stall well before the guy got into the showers. I noticed – but Sky didn't because he was turned away – that the incoming guy took note of the water on the floor between my stall and Sky's. I just gave him a wink, and the guy threw back a smile to me and continued on.

When we were both drying off I told Sky in German, figuring the likelihood that the other guy spoke the language was minimal, and if he did, who gave a fuck anyway, that I thought his nuts probably weren't drained yet. Sky blushed at that, throwing his glance at the other guy down the row in a particularly guilty way. I asked him if he wanted me to invite the other guy, too, and Sky just laughed at me.

"So is that a no to both or just the last question?" I asked in English.

Sky thought for a minute, then said, "Just last. Let us address the first together."

Fortunately, as I found out, Sky had his own room as a grad student. Fortunate because we weren't even inside his room with the door shut when he pulled me to him and had his hands all over my sore ass. OH CRAP I realized he was going to fuck me again – and my ass was SORE believe me! Of course that thought made my cock instantly HARD.

Sky had his hands down my jeans and was massaging my bubble buttglobes, thoughtfully keeping his fingers away from my ravaged hole. Then as if reading my thoughts he very gently let his big, long index finger softly touch my punished pucker and told me, "I will kiss and make better!"

I thought maybe I'd misunderstood him when he forced his lips against mine – I thought he was going to rim me! I moved my head to the side playfully, as I didn't really like to kiss, and offered him my neck as I kissed his collar bone and bit the lower part of his neck gently.

Sky's cock was rock hard again – I'm not sure it ever got soft, actually, after the fuck and shower – and I had it out and was marveling at the sheer mass of it in my hand. At close to 6'5" I have big hands. I won't exaggerate and say I couldn't get my hand wrapped around it – I could . . . barely – MAJOR fucking STUDMEAT!

Getting my other hand into position, I rolled his huge balls in my hand as I slowly stroked that stallionshaft. Sky groaned against my shoulder as I gripped that beast and those tanks tighter, and he had his hands on my ass massaging it.

The heat from our bodies together was like standing against a fireplace grate. We stood that way with him kneading my aching assmounds and me slowly stroking his fuckmeat, savoring every hard vein on that pumppipe and the huge, flared head's edge and allowing my finger to tease his frenulum and playing his hood, enjoying the secretion of his head goo and – you know how uncut cocks get gooey under the hoodskin – and precum.

Sky didn't try to kiss my lips again, but he licked, sucked and nipped at my neck, occasionally being me to the brink of having my knees buckle from the shivers his hands massaging my butt and those kisses and nips made bolts of electrified sensation flash through me.

"Oh God, just fuck me, Schuyler!" I begged when I couldn't take it anymore, clenching my hold on his cock, showing him I wanted it!

"I will . . . I promise," he growled in my ear breathily. "Come," he said, and I almost could have, if that had really been the command that excited me, but he instead began to move us to his bed.

It wasn't far from the door to the bed of his studio dorm room, but the trip seemed interminable for it's diminished contact between our bodies. When we were standing next to his ridiculously small bed – Sky had to be three or four inches taller than I but his bed was standard-issue dorm single, the same kind I scrunched my legs up in to sleep – Sky slowly, gently raised my t-shirt over my head, the broad palms of his big hands on my torso from my abs to my head as he pulled it free, causing my body to re-ignite like we were against each other again.

As Sky opened my jeans to pull them down, I already had his pushed down over his powerful thighs and was ripping off his shirt. Sky laughed: "Want me, stud?" he said in a low voice that sent new shivers right to my balls.

Somehow we both got our shoes kicked off and then our jeans and he his boxers – I wasn't wearing any! Sky pushed me down on the bed and I went face down and raised my ass to him.

Sky growled and was on me, roughly yanking apart my furry buttcheeks and shoving his face in my hairy crack and I tensed for his assault on my already-distressed hole – but when his tongue touched my puffy pucker I gasped . . . from the almost-imperceptible contact and tease of the tip of his tongue. He lapped very lightly and caused my body to spasm from desire. "OH MY GOD!" I moaned.

"Heaven," he murmured between featherlight licks, and he rubbed his cheek against my buttcheek before diving in again.

I was biting Sky's pillow, intoxicated from the smell of him on it and flying from the teasing and salving of my battered butthole with his tongue. "Pleeeeeeeeese," I begged; "Mount me!"

"The drawer," he said with a mouthful of my ass.

I thrashed my hand around to get into the drawer by the bed and came out with some lube and handed it back to him. Sky didn't immediately go for it, though – instead he worked his tongue in me – painfully but wonderfully – and got my ass screaming . . . for it. When I was clawing at the bed and moaning and begging for his cock, he finally stopped and asked, "Are you certain?"

"JUST FUCK ME!" I growled in response.

Sky reacted when his lube-drenched finger breached me and I started and yelped, but I just growled out my demand for his cock anew, and he worked a good amount of lube inside me quickly but gently. Then he asked for a condom, and I reminded him we'd already crossed that river, and after a brief moment's hesitation I heard him smearing his huge ramrod with lube and suddenly had his big hands planted beside me and his cockhead pressed barely against me.

It wasn't going to be comfortable, but I SO wanted it. Without waiting for him to make the move, I pushed my ass back against that amazing fuckweapon and grabbed a mouthful of his pillow and pushed back harder. Sky got the message and pushed in, and his "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" drowned out my protracted cry into the pillow.

I felt like a hot poker had been shoved up my fucktunnel but GODDAMN when his groin ground into my ass and his abs rubbed my butt and lower back I was in fucking heaven! If I could have spoken without crying at that point I would have begged him to JUST FUCK ME, but I couldn't . . . really I couldn't. But he KNEW what I wanted and began long-dicking me slowly but regularly.

The burn felt like my hole would need a burn unit, but the rest of me felt my entire body belonged to him, complemented and served him. I began to meet his thrusts, spurring his thrusts faster and harder and OH FUCK YEAH my body was starting that transcendent slide into nirvana of coupling with a hot stallion.

Bracing myself I turned it up, thrusting back HARD into his thrusts into me, grinding my ass on him to give it maximum sensation. Sky got his arms repositioned so he had his hands on my shoulders, leveraging his marauding slamthrusts for smack-volume thrust level and also pushing my face down farther into my bad to get my ass angled up higher.

Sky was heated to a boil, and he was grinding his fuckrod into me like he wanted to get it in deeper than his almost ten inches every time he SLAMMED into me, and it was driving me wild to feel his want. He was slamming me like we hadn't just fucked less than half an hour before. "I FUCKING WANT YOUR SEED!" I suddenly yelled. I couldn't help myself.

He growled and started jackhammering my cunt relentlessly, like a flintrock's spark his gigantic cockhead went to work on my prostate. I started yelling, "OH FUCK OH FUCK OHFUCK OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!" as he continued growling and suddenly he bent down and bit the nape of my neck, sending me into outer space.

My explosion came just as suddenly, as did his. I felt him unloading in me, his body first tensed over mine and then spasming as his blasts came fast and hard up my fuckhole while my body writhed and spasmed under him and blasted my seed onto his bedlinens under me.

When it was finally over we were panting hard, and he was shaking on his hands and knees above me, his sweat dripping on me. Sky went to move off me, but I got my arms against his and pulled him down fully onto me, savoring his head and sweat and breathy panting and weight on me. I reached back and rubbed my hand over the back of his neck and head and rubbed my cheek against his before collapsing my head again.

"Not too heavy?" he croaked against my cheek, still catching his breath.

"No, perfect," I said as best I could with my face buried in the pillow.

In response, Sky worked his arms under me and held me tight against him, still laying on me. "Mmmmm," I couldn't help but moan, despite the return of my buttpain from his still-inserted fuckweapon.

I could get used to this!

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