I admit it; I'm a cyber-sex-aholic. I can spend hours surfing porn sites, jacking off, keeping myself of the edge the whole time. But I blame my roommates. I'm one of those Phi Beta Kappa kind of guys. My dad expected me to join his old house, so I didn't have a lot of choice in the matter; he is paying for it, after all. The house if full of studs! Let's face it, men are looking about as good as they'll EVER look when they're around twenty years old. And I'm sharing a room with two of them.
Daryl. He has the personality of a doorknob, but he's got thighs that make my mouth water! He's built like a football player -- just big all over. And I do mean, ALL, over. The first time I saw his naked body I almost jumped him right there, in front of everybody. He's got a smooth, massive chest with giant nipples that just BEG to be chewed on. An ass you want to sink your teeth into, and then something else...
Poor dumb Daryl. Hasn't got a clue. The dope claims he NEVER masturbates. Doesn't that mean you're actually dead or something? How can a guy through life and not beat off? What a waste! He's got this big, pink, fat dick that drags on the ground behind him and it never gets used! God, sometimes I just want to cry.
My other roommate, Kenny, he's a cutie. Tiny little shit, about five and half feet tall. The kind of trophy looking type you want to set up on your dresser and show off. He's got a lot going for him, he's smarter that Hell and talented beyond description. Nicest guy in the whole house, by a long shot!
Kenny is my very own little caveman. He's short, slim, toned and wall-to-wall fur. We're talking plush, deep pile carpet that is more inviting than a full-length mink coat. Just imagine what it would be like to get naked and roll around on a mink fur. Shit. That would be like a bed of nails compared to Kenny. From hairy toes to hairy ass, back, shoulders, and knuckles on his hands, the guy is a throwback, a missing link, definitely.
So I got the best of both worlds right in my bedroom. One day I've got Daryl's jock wrapped around my face and Kenny's underwear around my cock, sniffing and jacking, just having a gay `ol time, pardon the expression, and Daryl walks through the door. The dumb guy, all he had to say was, "Is that my jock?"
If you walked in on some schlub, who was completely naked, in front of a computer screen with guys fucking each other, spraying com right off the website at you, - while that same schlub is hammering his meat, is that REALLY what you'd say?
"Yah, Daryl, it is. I like to smell your jock. I helps my cum harder."
"You should really do that when you're alone."
"I was alone, Daryl. You want to join me?"
"No! I don't do that."
"I can teach you how. You can't imagine how good it feels, - when I do this...."
"No thanks. Gimme my jock."
And the dope walks right over to me, WHILE I'M BEATING OFF and takes his jock off my head! What a waste.
So Daryl and I have this same, `accident' where he finds me beating off, several more times. One day he says he's beat, wants to take a nap so I better quit doing that and let him sleep. Sure.
He strips down to his boxers and dumps his big self onto his bed. I arrange myself so that he can CLEARLY see what I'm doing. And I see him check on me a few times. His boxers are beginning to tent. He rolls over with his back to me. I start making noises. Moaning, sniffing Kenny's underwear real loud, beating off so he can hear it.
"You gotta quit doing that. You're giving me a hardon."
"Sorry Daryl, I can't quit now. Why not join me? It doesn't hurt you know, it feels rather nice, actually." I throw Kenny's underwear at him, hitting him in the face.
He cusses me out, sitting up, ripping the underwear away from his face. But his erection poked out the leg of his boxers.
"Look Daryl, you're already hard. Here, I'll show you what you can do." I walk over to him, my prick leading the way as his eyes focus on the drooling tip.
"This ain't right."
"Tell me that after you know what an orgasm feels like. Look, see? You just grab and start moving your hand up and down." My dick end is 2 inches from the jerks lips and he's just looking at it as if he couldn't figure out what the Hell it is!
"It smells."
"Daryl, you're smelling cum, sweat, lube, all kinds of man-scents. Here, give me Kenny's shorts. Smell those. That, my friend is Heaven. Look, it makes my cock drool. You are too, look it."
He uses a finger to wipe away his cock-drool. "It's slimy."
"It's supposed to be so you can smooth it around on your cock and slip it into a nice, tight hole.
Wanna try?"
"What hole?"
Can he get ANY dumber?! Jesus! Who let him into this college, anyway?!
"Daryl, stand up, take your boxers off."
"No, this ain't right."
So I dive down onto the damn thing as it sticks out the led of his shorts. Daryl cusses me out some more and tries pushing me away but almost immediately cums in my mouth.
"Ah, ah! OH, GOD!"
"Wow, that was a mouth full. Been a while, eh?"
"You shouldn't have done that. What did you do to me?"
"Seriously?"
"Did I piss in your mouth?"
Oh my dear boy....
"Daryl, you came. You had an orgasm. No piss, baby-juice. Nummy stuff!"
"Well, it did feel pretty wild. But you still shouldn't have done that."
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again unless you ask me to."
"Is that what you been doing up here all day?"
"No, sadly. I've had to beat off, alone, by my lonesome. You want to really see what I was doing?"
Without waiting for his (indefinitely delayed) response, I moved back to my computer and turned the screen so he could see some hairy guy fucking the `brains' out of some twit with a cock WAY larger than he had a right to have. My poor abandoned erection was happy to once again be lovingly caressed and toyed with -- in front of Daryl.
"That looks like it would hurt."
Oiy.
"Just for a second, Daryl, it feels amazingly good if you have a partner that knows what he's doing. Wanna try it?"
"There's no way I would poke my dick into your shit hole."
"I'd be willing to poke mine into yours..."
"That's gross."
"How do you know? Have you tried it? It'll make you cum again, you know."
A light in those dull eyes starts to shine.
"If I say get out, you damn well better get."
"Oh, absolutely."
Jesus!
Now, I'm certainly not hung anything like Daryl, but I can hold my own, so to speak, in the shower room where we're all comparing ourselves to each other. But, I --FELT- as big as Daryl looked, while I slipped my humble joystick into this man-beast.
Surprisingly, Daryl wiggled a bit, getting used to me and then allowed me to enter incrementally -- BLISSFULLY slowly. Once in up to the hilt, I nearly came. I, who pride myself on being able to teeter on the edge or orgasm for hours, nearly shot my load the instant my naked body pressed against Daryl's massive, but oh so delectable ass.
He demanded to set the pace. Hey, who am I to force an issue?! Daryl's huge cock was positively humming, it was pulsing so hard. That damn thing had to be close to a foot long and as thick as a beer can. Oh Santa, PLEASE, bring me one of those for Christmas. I'm being a VERY good boy...
Daryl actually got into this... being shish-ka-bobbed stuff. He damn near killed me when he hefted himself up, crashing back down on me as my poker was shoved deep into his bowls, while he rocked his hips and I (barely) reached around him, stroking his cock.
Thankfully I'd been edging for almost three hours so I was willing to let Daryl's pulsing ass muscles squeeze an orgasm out of me as his own, impressive cannon sprayed the room like a firehose! Daryl's grunting and gasping was FAR louder than advisable, in a frat house full of "straight" guys, but hey, the guy was a newbie, ok?
Daryl didn't like the discomfort he felt after I pulled out of his ass, but he quickly forgot about it as he concentrated on the pools of cum that he'd created. He smiled like a Cheshire cat.
Then he was like a kid with a new toy. He wanted to do "it" again. AND DID!
He started by looking at the porn sites and beating off but decided without some incentive up his ass, it just wasn't as fun. OK....
Always willing to lend a helping.....action.
I worked up and sweat with the big lug. The dope had four orgasms in less than two hours. And never went soft! I started feeling like Dr. Frankenstein! But, oh, what a monster!
So Daryl decided this new activity of ours was something he could pencil into his daily schedule. In the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, and just to even things out, once at night as well. I certainly wasn't going to complain when presented with a huge, tight ass in which to slide my ever, present and eager erection. And Daryl preferred to have his orgasms brought about by my hand, not his. Again, OK....
We soon branched out to other things, masturbating me for instance. And we learned to suck as well. We learned to suck WELL as well. Daddy, dearest didn't like seeing my grades slide into the toilet, but some things just have to be prioritized, right?
One thing Daryl would not even consider or discuss was slipping that stupendous tube of manhood into my comfortable, and OH SO DESPERATE ass. Period. No way. One must learn to live with what one has, I suppose.
Enter Kenny. --Literally.
I had damn near my whole hand up Daryl's ass as he was spraying the room with cum and Kenny walked in. -- promptly getting sprayed with Daryl's cum...
Uhm, the word surprise, here, might be a bit under-descriptive.
I would never have guessed it, but Kenny screams like a girl.
Daryl almost ripped my hand off the end of my arm as he jumped up off of me. I thought Daryl was going to run, screaming down the hall to the bathroom or something, but his big, naked, sweaty and cum soaked body just swallowed little Kenny in a hug.
Ok, so what did I miss here? I couldn't get diddly squat out of Daryl, but Kenny gets the whole cum-caked thing in one giant leap?
Uhm, the word surprise, here, might be a bit under-descriptive.
It seems that Daryl and Kenny were pretty good friends. In my absence, Daryl asked Kenny for assistance with his orgasm production! THAT BITCH!
I wasn't sure whom I should be mad at, or the MORE mad at. Well, luckily, Daryl nearly shredded the clothes off of poor little Kenny and simply deposited his naked ass on me! My erection returned toot-sweet!
Daryl loved getting fucked, and I loved fucking Daryl, but Kenny kissed! YEOW! Did Kenny kiss! So while Daryl is jumping around on the end of my erection I'm contorted around kissing Kenny as he's slamming his positively magnificent cock up my ass. RELIEF! At last!
As fun as Daryl is to play with, I think I could fall in love with Kenny. Such a sensual little guy he is! And he doesn't mind shoving his dick up my ass. He doesn't mind getting one shoved up his either, -a definite plus. I was surprised, the old adage about shoe size isn't 100 percent accurate, at least not in Kenny's case. Not that I'm a size queen or anything....
How could I jeopardize spending four years with Daryl and Kenny? My grades were retrieved from the toilet and placed directly onto the dean's list. --Along with, -and because of-, the kind assistance of my two study partners!
No wonder my dad looks back on his college days as the best time of his life.