Freshman Year Roommate Pt. 03

Everyone is over 18 years of age

I could say that things went on as usual, but that would depend upon how you define "usual." We'd found our own version of that, and I wasn't complaining. It wasn't romantic. There was no making out. After all, he was straight. We just wouldn't look too closely at the many loads I'd now swallowed for him. He was hot and horny, and I loved getting that big dick to pulse its loads in my mouth. Why question any of it?

And really, there was a certain amount of intimacy. Sure, we had mornings where I'd be studying and he'd come over and ask me to suck him, so I'd just sit there as he stood and fucked my mouth. Fun, but not intimate. But then there were the times when he came to my bed and fucked my mouth, which I always loved, and collapsed next to me after he'd cum, spooning up against me. It may just have been what felt right in the moment, but that definitely felt intimate. Still, I tried to keep myself from getting too attached. This wasn't husband material. This was a horny college guy who wanted to empty his balls as often as he could. Again, not that I was complaining!

Our sexual routine didn't have a particular pattern or plan, honestly. We kept going to classes, studying, and when he got horny, which was very often, I'd suck him off the best that I could. While he wasn't making out with me, he did sometimes tolerate my exploring his beautiful body a bit more than he might have had in mind. I particularly liked working his nipples and hearing him moan. I'm pretty sure that was a revelation to him. Like most guys in our teen years, I think he maybe thought of kissing as fun but otherwise was focused on his dick. Finding out how good his nipples felt when I licked and sucked them (and even bit them) seemed like a surprise.

Whatever he was thinking, I wasn't complaining. I was having fun with my boytoy, and I just hoped it didn't stop!

Then one night, something happened. It was inevitable but still troubling. Well, troubling and, honestly, pretty hot, too!

It was a Friday night. John was determined to go hit some of the parties. There was one in particular that was off-campus but nearby. He was going to see how much fun he could have. Fair enough. Other than playing with me, he was basically the same guy he always was and wanted to find girls and get drunk.

So, off he went. I finished some work I had for class, and then I decided to go hit the shower. My shower routine had changed since that shower with John. No, he wasn't joining me all the time. I thought maybe he'd just gotten so turned on that night that he lost himself in all of it. And that was fine. At least he wasn't one of those guys I'd heard about who acted like none of it ever happened. Really, for a straight guy, he was pretty matter-of-fact about everything. We just kept it all between us.

So anyhow, I hit the shower and was cleaning up when I took some time for something I'd found myself doing more since he rubbed his big dick up and down my ass and humped me 'til he came. I started fingering my hole. I got my fingers soapy and worked one in, slowly pushing through the tight opening and working it back and forth. As I felt my hole start to relax just a bit, I pulled my finger out, added more soap and worked it back in, along with another finger. I kept at it until I had three worked in there.

I felt instinctively that this wasn't the same as the real thing, but it was as close as I was getting in this situation. As I kept finger-fucking my hole, without thought I found myself moaning, "fuck, John, yeah, give me that dick." I was working in as deep as I could, but I also knew what he had worked down my throat would be getting a lot deeper than my fingers! I kept moaning his name, and I know what you're thinking... the door flew open and there he was. But no, he wasn't. He'd gone out, and as I was fantasizing about him being in me, he was out somewhere, drinking too much and hitting on some girl.

As I kept working my hole, I used my other hand to stroke myself, and it wasn't long before I was building up to a nice, strong orgasm. As I came, I felt my hole clenching on my fingers and was imagining I was grabbing John's big dick in there. At the same time, I watched my ropes of cum shooting against the shower tiles. Fuck, I even turned myself on when I saw my cum go flying like that!

And with that, it was time to finish cleaning up and head to bed. Not like I was going out in search of parties. I wasn't ready to be "out and proud," and the straight fratboy festivals going on around me held no appeal. So off to bed I went!

I was tired, and I fell asleep quickly. Then I had a weird dream. Well, maybe not weird, since I'd been having sex dreams about John for a while. But he was in my dream and something else was happening. In the dream, he was rimming me, and I was begging him to fuck me, but something didn't seem right. It's hard to explain the snippets of the dream I could remember, but I soon was roused from my sleep by what apparently had triggered the dream in the first place.

The room as pretty dark, with just some illumination from outside lights coming through the window, but as I awoke, I could see that John wasn't alone. He'd apparently come in quietly with a girl. They were trying to be quiet, but from what I could see, they were going at it already. He was between her legs, and she was whimpering quietly. This was particularly interesting, since our prior deal would be, if he brought someone back, I'd go somewhere else, so he could have the room. Not that he'd had a lot of success on that front, despite how hot he was, but that was our deal.

Tonight, it seemed, he was okay with me being there, so I just tried to be quiet and pretend to still be asleep. She really seemed to be enjoying John eating her out, which I guess is what got me to dream he was rimming me. He was still in his underwear as she was moaning. Then she whispered to him, "my turn," and she giggled a little. I really had no interest in her, but this was exciting to watch. Like live porn! Even if it was straight porn, it was amazing to see. They switched places, with John moving under her and up the bed. She stopped above him to kiss him as he felt her tits, and then she moved down, grabbing the sides of his underwear as she slid them down. I heard, "wow, I could feel it was big when we were kissing before, but this is the biggest I've ever held!"

I could see her between his legs, with John's big dick in her hand. She wasn't hesitant or shy. She started licking it and taking the head in her mouth. She was bobbing her head up and down on him, and even though there were some feelings that she was stealing my man (yeah, I know, but the feelings just happened!), I was incredibly turned on. John made sounds like he was liking it, and I saw his fingers on her head.

After a few minutes, she whispered, "I hope I can get this in me!" and they moved around again. I saw him go into a drawer, and it looked him he'd grabbed a condom and some lube. I didn't know much about straight sex, other than what I'd seen in porn, but the lube surprised me. Maybe when you're that big, it helps?

As I watched, he rolled the condom on, as she looked up at him. Then I saw him tip the bottle up over his fingers and then reach between her legs. I could see him working his fingers in. At first, she jumped a little. "That's cold!" He said, "sorry, but a little lube will help." "Yeah," she said, "I've never had something that big, so it's fine!"

He kept fingering her, and she was making sounds like she was enjoying it. Meanwhile I could see his condom-covered dick bobbing in front of him. After a few minutes, she said, "fuck me! I need that in me!"

So he got into position, that alone an amazing thing to see, and started to push into her. She moaned as he did, but then she said, "wait! Slow!" He stopped moving, and then she said, "Okay, give me more." I guess even girls might have to adjust sometimes? John was slowly pumping in and out. An inch or two. Then more. And more. Finally, it appeared he was completely inside her. I could hear her, not that she was all that quiet now, saying, "oh my god, that feels amazing!"

With that he started giving her longer strokes. The view was incredible. I wished I could see it in better light, but I still could see her legs in the air, wrapping around his back, as his beautiful ass pumped, and I watched his body move. The way he moved, a muscular dance where his hips and back seemed to move independently, was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. He leaned in to kiss her, and they both moaned as he didn't miss a stroke.

She was getting louder and louder, but I guess they didn't care. Before too long, and all in missionary position, it seemed he was getting her where she needed to go. "Oh, yes! Keep going! You're going to make me cum!" And he said, "me too!" He pounded her pussy faster and faster before she outright yelled and squealed, apparently having a great orgasm. In the midst of that, John pumped into her a few more times, left himself buried balls-deep and collapsed on her. When he eventually rolled off her, she told him that was amazing. Then she got up and started getting dressed. Well, at least she wasn't going to try to stay over. That would be awkward!

As she dressed, he sat on the side of the bed. It looked like he was still hard, as he pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash. She leaned in to kiss him and said, "see you around," and then she was gone.

I was so hard! Did he know? Well, that was answered fast enough.

I heard him say, "enjoy that?"

I laughed, "not as much as you did! Since when do you bring someone back and not ask me to give you the room?"

John said, "I thought it might be hot to let you see us fuck, and she was all over me, so there was no question that was going to happen."

"Yeah, well, she took my man!"

He laughed, "watch it with that 'my man' stuff!"

"Uh huh. I think we know who gets most of your loads, but okay!"

I could see a smile forming on his face. "So do you want to help me out?"

"Help you out? You just got laid!"

"Yeah," he said, "but I need to cum!"

"Again, didn't you just get laid?"

John said, "yeah, but it was better for her than for me."

He must have seen the confusion on my face, so he flipped on the lights. As I was squinting away the sudden brightness, he went to the trash can and fished out the condom. Holding it up in front of me, he said, "see any cum in that? I wanted to make her cum, but she wasn't getting me there."

I didn't see any cum in the condom, so he wasn't kidding. And then he threw it back in the trash and came over to wave that big dick in my face. "Help me, buddy!"

I wanted to, but also... "yeah, I know where that just was, so go wash up! Then we'll see."

He immediately headed for the shower. I was tempted to go join him, but instead I just stayed in my bed.

He soon was back, with a towel tightly wrapped around those swimmer's hips. He smiled and said, "brrr, it's a little cold in here."

"So come here, big guy. Let's stay warm together."

He curled up next to me in my small bed. As he did, he wrapped his arms around me. I felt a bit of wetness from the shower, but I really didn't care. His arms snaked around my body as he held me from behind. And then he was feeling down my body, running his hands down my legs, and then I felt him cupping my ass. "Such a hot ass!" And his dick was pressing against my leg as it throbbed.

Suddenly his right hand was gripping my dick. Whoa, straight boy, you really are getting into this, aren't you? "John, don't do too much there. I just watched something very hot, and I'm about two strokes from cumming!"

He said okay and let go. I definitely had mixed feelings about that, but the rest was pretty awesome, too. He kept feeling me, and I was reaching back, feeling his amazing body in my hands. He wasn't like some kind of bodybuilder, but to me, his body was even hotter. Masculine and lithe with those long muscles of a lifeguard. A beautiful male specimen, like he was sculpted that way.

As we continued feeling each other, he moved so his dick was in my crack again. His hips started moving, and I was unbelievably turned on. But why had he not cum in her? She wasn't getting him there? I thought he lived to fuck. I was a bit confused.

We moved around and soon he was on top of me.

"So explain this to me," I said as my hands cupped his hard ass. "I'm pretty sure I saw you fuck a girl and collapse on top of her as you both came."

"Yeah, sort of. More like, as she came, and I knew I'd have to go for ages before I actually got there."

"So why not go for ages?"

He smiled, "trust me, bud, it would have been too much for her."

"Ha! I don't know what to make of this arrogance! Pretty full of yourself, aren't you?"

He laughed and said, "nah, but how would you like to be full of me?"

Fuck, he knew how to get me going.

Our mouths were maybe three inches apart at that point. I was dying to kiss him, but I also didn't want to fuck up whatever this was that we had. So I just enjoyed that ass in my hands, and then I started to hump my dick against his. By then, I'd gotten enough control that I felt like I could keep from cumming immediately.

He started humping back, and there was something incredibly erotic about this man who'd just made a girl cum with that dick of his now humping it against mine. "Damn, that feels really good, John."

"Yeah, for me, too."

"But I need to hear more. What happened? She sucked you and you fucked her, but here we are."

"Yeah, she sucked me, but she's nothing like you. I think you might have ruined me for girls' blowjobs."

"So now you're playing for my team?"

"Don't get carried away, but you are amazing at that!"

I hugged him tight. Maybe I couldn't kiss him, but I wanted to feel that body. Right then, at least, he was mine.

"And that ass of yours. Well... I don't know what to do, but knowing you were watching me fuck was an incredible turn-on. Still, as hot as that was, I knew I wanted you to take my load."

Wait, did he mean he wanted to fuck me? That still scared me.

But then he started humping faster and suddenly he was sucking and biting my neck. I felt his big dick going hard against mine, but I had it way too bad for him to be content with his load on my stomach.

"John, wait. I know you need to cum, but do you want to do it that way? I can think of a better way, can't you?"

He just smiled and started moving his hips up along my body as I slid down the bed. In a moment, I was looking up at that big dick and his sexy thighs, and then further up at his smiling face looking down at me. He said, "how did I get this lucky?"

What was he thinking? If I hadn't just watched him fucking a girl, I'd wonder about this sexy man. Was he falling for me? Nah, he was just horny, but hey, how had I gotten so lucky? Whatever, I wasn't complaining!

We kind of had this routine down by now, as I'd been his oral cumdump a bunch of times already, but I wasn't complaining! I loved it, every single time.

John rubbed the head of that big dick on my lips. Back and forth, as it leaked precum on me. I licked some up, and then I flicked my tongue at the head. "She really wasn't as good as me? She looked like she was trying really hard to make it good."

"No comparison!"

I think I moaned a little at that, and his smile got huge.

Damn, that smile. He could make me do whatever he wanted, so it's good he just wanted what we both already knew we loved!

"Let's give you what you need, John."

With that, I opened my mouth as he slid into me. First, a few inches, and he moaned very loud. "Fuck, that's so amazing!" And I pulled his dick out long enough to say, "Shhh! You get any louder and the whole floor will know what we're doing!"

And he said, "I'm not sure I care!"

Huh? He really was confusing me. Or maybe he was just crazed with lust.

A second later, he was sliding back into my mouth, as I grabbed his ass in both hands. Feeling those cheeks clench with each thrust, I was remembering what I saw as he fucked that girl. Now I was the lucky one with this sexy man doing what he was born to do!

I guess all the sex had him very revved, because he was leaking a flood into my mouth. I was loving it! So maybe I shouldn't be mad at the girl who played with "my man," since she left him like this!

He usually had good staying power, but I felt like he might not take as long this time. He was long-stroking his full length into my mouth and throat. It was so amazingly hot as my eyes were filled with the sight of his tight abs.

John was moaning louder and louder, as I sucked him the best I could with all that dick stretching my mouth. As I heard him gasp, it still seemed too soon for him, given all my experience making him cum. He pulled back some and was doing short, shallow strokes, letting me work my tongue on the head. I grabbed his shaft in my hand and pulled him back, saying, "are you getting clo..." as he groaned really loud and started spraying on my face, in my hair and onto the sheets and pillow.

I only missed a shot or two before quickly putting him back in my mouth. I loved feeling the pulses of his dick as he came, so I needed to have him cum in me more than on me.

As he kept stroking over my tongue, I took every drop he had left until he stopped and slowly pulled out of my mouth. We moved so we were lying side by side again. He was smiling at me. Straight boy sure looked like this was more than sex.

"Sorry about the mess," he said.

"That's okay."

"No, let me help clean up!"

And he ran a finger through some cum on my face. Then he sucked it off his finger. I mean, it was his own, but wow! And then... "I can see why you like it. I taste pretty good." I laughed, and he said, "no, here, you should see!"

I had a split-second of confusion. I knew what he tasted like. What was he...?

And suddenly, he'd leaned in to kiss me, his tongue invading my mouth.

Our hands were on the backs of each other's heads as the kiss continued. I was thoroughly confused, but I'd never been more turned on.

He finally broke the kiss, and I said, "you're going to lose your straightboy certification."

He kind of shrugged and said, "maybe I just want to experiment."

I certainly didn't mind. I just gave him another kiss, although tamer than what he'd just laid on me.

Then he mentioned that he could feel how hard I was against him.

"How can I not be? I mean, look at you!"

He laughed and said we should do something about it. "Fair is fair."

I asked, "so what should we do?"

"Get on top of me. Hump your dick against mine."

Well, that was new in a way, with me taking that kind of role, so we got into that position, and I started thrusting. Looking at this stud under me as I rubbed my dick against his, it was like I should be waking up from a dream. If John were a stranger and I was just sitting in a coffee shop somewhere and this stud walked in, I'd be likely to embarrass myself by staring. But here he was, naked under me as I fucked my dick against him.

He smiled up at me, as I got more into it. This was new to me, and I wasn't going to last long. He said, "Yeah, stud, give me your dick! Damn, you're hot when you fuck!"

Who was this man?

In the meantime, I hoped our suitemates or neighbors didn't hear. I wasn't that brave yet! But I wasn't going to stop, either.

I arched my back and was up on my arms as my hips kept thrusting my dick against him.

And he was really into it. "You going to give me that load?"

"You want it?"

"Oh, yeah!"

I was so close, but I wasn't going to waste an opportunity. As I felt I was about to cum, I dropped down on him, grabbed his head and kissed him deeply. His arm wrapped around my head, and we were in a deep kiss as I shot between us. I moaned hard into his mouth, and I kept shooting.