======Tummy, tum, tum. Not a cute story for little boys who are not over 18. This is a nasty story for big bad boys like me. Kids, stay away.
Here's the thing. I had no say in who would be my roommate at Ramapo College in New Jersey, it was done by the housing office. I had hoped to land a cutey for the bunk bed, either for the top or bottom 'cause I was a top or a bottom myself, but a really was talking about beds. I can sleep in either.
My roommate, Charlie (such a straight name, shit) was already there when I stumbled in with my footlocker. His eyes opened wide when he saw me. Let me explain, I am about five ten, but I bleach my hair to almost white. I left my eyebrows dark and they accent my baby blues. I guess I swish a little, but not always. He stared because he realized that he had, in the drawing of roommates, pulled a fruit. I guess he was nervous about me. He must have worried that I might attack him while he was sleeping.
Now Charlie was no beauty. Like a lot of straight guys he didn't know how to dress or anything. His hair was a disaster. His face was scruffy with three days of reddish beard. Charlie was tall, maybe six feet six. I glanced down at his bare feet. Wow, must be sixteens at least. I wonder if...naw, it doesn't work that way. He was lean; that's a plus for him, and when he smiled, he had great teeth and a long dimple on each side of his full mouth. I guess you could call him handsome, once he was cleaned up.
I introduced myself, "Hi, I'm Billy."
He looked blankly at me, then got up and told me his name and shook my hand. "I prefer the lower. That okay with you?"
"Sure, whatever."
He eyed me suspiciously as I unpacked my stuff, hanging my silk shirts in the wardrobe on hangers that I brought. Yeah, I am a neat freak. I glanced over at his wardrobe. The door was open and his stuff was just piled on the floor of the closet, except for his socks that were on the floor in the middle of the room. I noticed the soles were dirty from walking around without shoes.
It was about six o'clock now. I had brought some sandwiches from home and I ate them, sitting at my desk, washed down with bottled water.
He eyed me. "You don't cut off the crusts do you?"
Uh, uh, this was the beginning of some anti-gay stuff. I may be in for a rough semester. Then he got up, put on a pair of rubber shower shoes and headed for the door.
"I'm going to meet my posse." Then smirking, he said, "Don't wait up for me."
Now I must apologize to those readers who like a slow buildup. Not this tale. Would you believe it I was sleep soundly on the top bunk. There was a loud noise and a couple of laughing bozos tossed my Charlie through the door. Charlie lay sprawled out on the floor looking dazed, but kinda cute being drunk.
I hopped down from my bunk and reached down and grabbed his arm and pulled him up. He swayed like a snake charmer's snake and fell against me, burying his head in my nect and wrapping his long arms around me.
I let him stay that way, feeling my dick stiffening. "Should I undress you and get you to bed."
He nodded against my neck. I think having people put him to bed was standard procedure for him. I pulled his slides off his feet. Nice feet, Big feet, smelly feet. I resisted petting them and pushed him down on the bed and pulled off his board shorts. No underwear. His long slim cock lay serenely against one bony thigh. I pulled him to a sitting position and pulled off his tee shirt. My, my, what a chest, hard pecs with prominent nipples, and a little hair between his muscles. All nice as can be. I pulled his blanket to the side, getting ready to tuck him in when my hand bushed over his stomach. He let out a "h-m-m-m" of enjoyment. Oh shit, Charlie boy is a belly boy. Yeah, some guys really get off by having their tummy tickled and softly rubbed. Some like the circular motion.
I softly rubbed a bit more, enjoying the fuzzy treasure trail, the glory road, huh? He now gave a real moan. I looked at him, his mouth was open and he was licking his lips with a most lovely tongue I had seen in a long time. This boy was getting with the program fast. I think he was too wasted to think about the fact that it was a blond boy who was making him happy, he just was into feeling good.
I get my hand busy, caressing his flat, soft belly in a kind of figure eight maneuver. I invented this right then, genius that I am. He drooled, his eyes rolled, his cock rose to a slim, pulsing eight inches.
It beckoned me. I took hold. It was moist and hot. "You want me to do this? I asked. Again, no voice, just a short nod. Okay, I thought. We are going to be more than roomies after tonight. You are going to be the receiver of a hand job. A hand job administered by a master wanker...me.
I wrapped my hand loosely on his prong and lightly shagged him. The piggy boy wanted more. His hips rose trying to get more of my hand. I closed my fist a bit more. He huffed and puffed from the new sensation. I swiped my thumb across his dripping cock head. He liked that. I knew that right now, he was profoundly in love with me, at least my hand.
I took my other hand off his belly and got it wrapped around his long hanging ball sac. These was big balls, I tell you. He liked his balls handled, being an athlete I guess. I continued my shaft stroking, a little faster and I coupled that with tickling the underside of his ball sac and then holding it and moving in right and left. The two handed treatment had him almost sobbing in excitement. I knew he would blow soon. I pointed his cock so that the stream would not get on the bed, but would coat his belly and chest, a feast for my eyes and...well you know already that I am a cum eater.
His hips lifted up. His eyes opened wide. He yelped something unintelligible and began his lusty orgasm. He bucked and grunted and shot streams and heavy cum all over his chin and neck and chest.
Finally the storm subsided and he, so help me, fell asleep and began snoring. I licked him clean and covered the boy. I headed for my bed, stopping only to pick up a wad of tissues to relieve my aching cock.
The next morning he was gone when I got up. I didn't see him until after dinner. I came into the room seeing he was dressed in shorts only, studying.
"Hi," he said and returned to his work.
I noticed his face was red and figured the kid was embarrassed. I know when you are drunk you do a lot of things you might not when sober, but the truth is that you usually have a dim memory of it.
"Did you have a bad hangover?" I said trying to normalize the atmosphere.
"Not too bad. Can't talk, got to study."
I got my own work out and I spread it on the floor. I never use a desk. I like to get down on my stomach and work away. But from this angle I could see his bare legs under the desk. They were nice long ones, a little red hair fuzz on them, even on the instep and that always gets me horny.
I took a chance. "Charlie, I put you to bed last night. I liked doing that. Would you like to continue now."
"Fuck off gay boy. I was drunk. It'll never happen again."
I stood up and stood near his chair. He flinched away but I took my life in my hands and reached down quickly, pulled his tee short up to expose his lovely belly and gave it some loving strokes. He breathed out an "oooh".
"You like that don't you. What say I just give you a belly rub, nothing else, unless you ask?" He nodded. He was sure a nodder.
I pulled him up and put an arm around his waist and walked him over to his bed. He wasn't fighting too hard. He was on his back, his shorts were already pushed up by his erecting cock. I kept my promise and moved his tee shirt out of the way and rubbed side to side with soft strokes. He breathed out, "Yeah," softly. Up and down I went, then side to side. I pulled his legs into a bent position and reached down and caressed his hot feet. He was also a feet man. I bet if I sucked a toe, I could get him to cum. His mouth was now open and his breathing was raspy.
His cock was throbbing in my hand. I leaned down and blew some hot breath on it.
I snapped up as I heard him say, "Billy, Suck it."
Did that insult me? Are you nuts? But I had to have my fun. "Say please."
He groaned out a please.
I didn't wait, I allowed that stiff cock to enter my wet hot lips and on into my mouth. He said, "That's good."
Well not an extravagant compliment but what do you expect from a straight boy. As I softly suckled him my mind was racing. I'll get him to shave that face, get a good haircut and take showers every day.
I swirled my tongue all around the head and below. He was muttering in agony. I sped up and tightened my lips. He moaned loudly. Then he grunted something. I said "what?" He said, "Balls." Oh, he wanted his balls played with. This boy was a hot one. Who'd have guessed, a pig for good feelings.
I stroked his balls on the sides. I could see them pulled up higher on his shaft, each ball neatly moving to its side. Now they were easier to stroke and tickle. All during my ministrations he made lots of crazy sounds, gurgles, moans, grunts, and hard swallows.
"Get me off, please. I can't take anymore."
I primed myself for the finale. I allowed his cock to slide down my throat and a squeezed it with my throat muscles. He let out a hoarse shout. "Oh shit, oh fuck, I'm going to unload."
Again he found a swimming pool of cum in his balls and began shooting into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could but some dribbled down my chin. When he stopped cumming, he opened his eyes and looked at me with my cummy mouth. To my amazement his pulled himself partly up and placed a long clingy hot kiss on me, ignoring his own cum on my lips. I knew that he must have eaten his own cum many times. Vision of 69 sex and more went through my mind as I sucked his nice tongue and rubbed his ear and stroked his needs-a-washing hair.
Glory be, I had converted a straight tonight. This was going to be an outstanding semester.
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