Date: Thu, 11 Mar 2004 14:36:17 -0800 (PST)
From: brenten fox <brentenfox@yahoo.com>
Subject: Josh's Dorm Room Part 3

Thank God my roommate and I dispensed with all of the hang-ups associated
with jerking off that first week of school. Over the last two months, we
both jerk off nightly and I occasionally will get one in when Marty is
out an early class. Our room often smells of man spunk, and friends in
the dorm have even remarked upon it, but I think that they are all
jealous of the fact that we are able to get our rocks off whenever we
need to. I would hate being blueballed all of the time. Yeah, if you
haven't gotten past this point with your own roommate, I highly
recommend taking the situation in hand (pun intended).

I do love hearing Marty whale away on his ugly monster at night, and it
is awesome seeing him covered in his seed, while we both clean up in the
semi-darkness of our room. Then there are those occasional weekend
morning jacks, when I have been awoken to the bed rocking back and forth
and the wet slapping sounds of the little blonde god jerking himself off.
Those are totally my favorite, as Marty usually cleans up with one of his
socks and heads immediately the shower, leaving me with dripping present!
Nothing like fresh warm cum to rub all over myself to get my juices
flowing. I end up covered in his cum on those mornings as I love to use
it for lube. I don't think he has figured that one out yet...

But I have to tell ya'll about the latest development on my crush on my
roommate. Wow. How fucked up is that sentence! Here I am with a complete
fetish about my roommate... oh well, it gets me off, and by now you know,
I am all about getting off.

Last Friday night Marty and I went to a party off campus in an apartment
complex not too from school. We knew a lot of the people at the party,
and we were there for hours. I stuck to drinking light beer because it
does not affect me quite the same way as hard alcohol. The party was
cool, a lot of people ended up hooking up that night, including my friend
from our dorm, Mark from Pittsburgh...fuck, wish it was me he was going
home with, and not that skank! I love catching Mark in the showers; he
has the hottest body and cutest face. For some reason he always was at
half mast in the showers. Fucking tease! He is such a fucking stud. Damn
him.

Anyway, Marty got slammed at the party. He was working this petite
beautiful girl Brenda most of the evening, while drinking several tequila
sunrises, and from the looks of things I knew that he would be going home
alone. I know that Brenda doesn't put out that easily, as she and I went
to the same high school in Richmond and I had a go at her a few years
ago. I don't think all of the alcohol was helping Marty plead his case
as he was almost falling over on Brenda. She began to look afraid that
Marty might puke on her. Thirty minutes later she excused herself from
Marty to go to the bathroom and left the party with her friend Trish. I
had a bird's eye view of the entire incident as I chatted up my Debra
from my English class.

As Debra and I continued to talk, I watched as Marty sat on the couch
looking kind of dumbfounded that he was alone. Ten minutes later I
noticed that he was having difficulty keeping his eyes open and sitting
up straight. A very unattractive string of drool then fell from Marty's
mouth into his lap, and I knew it was time for me to get my cute little
drunk roomie back to our dorm room and into bed. Beer in hand, I excused
myself from Debra and walked over to the couch just as Marty fell asleep
in earnest.

I shook Marty awake and told him that I was ready to go. Our friend Doug
was giving us a ride and I gave him the high sign that we needed to get
out of there. The party was beginning to wind down anyway, and none of us
were going to get lucky (except Mark!).

Doug gave me a hand keeping Marty steady as we left the party. How did
Marty suddenly become so heavy and so sleepy? We had his arms wrapped
around our shoulders as we walked down the street to Doug's car. I was
really glad that Doug was there to help me as I don't think I could
drive, nor could I get Marty moving on my own.

Marty came to while we were dragging his ass down the street and he
started to snicker. He mumbled, "I would have made it with Brenda, but
you fuckin' bastards cock blocked me..."

I said, "Yeah, that's right my friend. I cock blocked you and saved you
from embarrassing yourself with that ugly cock of yours." We made it down
the street to where Doug was parked, and we dumped Marty into the
backseat of the car. I rode shotgun as Marty promptly passed out again
and began to snore as Doug started the car.

We made it back to our dorm; thank god Doug was still sober and could
drive us home. We carried Marty into the dorm and pushed the button for
the elevator. Marty was pretty much out cold, and he smelled of alcohol
and sweat; but that was probably just because his arm pit was basically
in my face as we carried him back to our quad. I took the opportunity to
breathe in deeply the scent of his body. God he smells so hot. My cock
bolted to life in my pants.

On the way back to the room, I steered all of us into the bathroom. We
dragged Marty up to the urinal. "Come on Marty, wake up. Time to take a
piss", I told him.

Marty came to and breathed into my face; "I don't have to piss."

Doug laughed, and I said; "You will piss, ass-wipe, I don't want to wake
up with urine dripping down on me from your bunk."

Marty whined "I don't wanna piss now."

Doug then said; "Come on stud, pull out that ugly monster, it is time to
drain the dragon" Marty looked defeated and with some reluctance he
reached down to undo his fly. With the two of us supporting him, Marty
struggled in getting his fly down and finding his cock. He drunkenly
fished in his briefs and finally found the giant anteater. He pulled it
out and with one hand he skinned back his foreskin and started splashing
the bowl with a long stream of mostly clear, hot piss.

Doug looked on amazed and bent down slightly to look at Marty's cock as
he urinated. I said; "What'cha lookin' at Dougie? See something
different?" Doug jerked straight up with a bright red face and nearly let
go of Marty, which caused him to start pissing all over the wall and
floor. I steadied Marty and laughed and said "Its alright Doug, I never
saw an uncut cock either until Marty dropped trow in our room the first
night. That damn anteater is the ugliest thing I have ever seen."

With the blush fading, Doug said; "Its just, well, I knew about them,
but, I didn't realize that it covered the whole head" Marty was
completely oblivious to our conversation about his dick as he
concentrated on pissing into the urinal. He finished pissing and shook
the last few drops out of his cock, playfully splashing the piss droplets
onto my hand that wasn't holding him up. That bastard! He will pay for
that... Marty pushed his cock back into his pants but didn't bother
zipping them up as Doug and I dragged him back to my room. We dumped
Marty into my bunk, and I told Doug that I could take care of things from
here and thanked him for the ride. Doug left and pulled the door closed
behind him, leaving me with my drunken smelly roommate laid out on my
bed.

Marty looked so cute laying there with his pants all undone and his
blonde hair was a mess (as it hung down over his face?) Fuck, here was my
blonde hunk of a roommate lying in my bed! I knew that this wasn't
safe... I did not trust myself here in this situation; I had to get him
out. I walked over to the bed, crouched down and shook my roommate awake.
"Alright stinky, it is time to get you ready for bed."

Marty moaned and slowly opened his eyes and said; "Go away."

"No, I am not going away shithead, it is time for you to get into your
own bed." I pulled Marty up and he drunkenly sat up in the bed and
started to take off his shirt. I reached under him and swung his legs out
so that they were hanging off the bed. Marty was having a difficult time
pulling his shirt up over his head, so I helped him take it off, lifting
it up over his head, completely exposing his armpits and allowing me a
good whiff of his hot sweaty smell. My cock was now hard as a rock as it
strained against my jeans. Marty then reached down and tried to untie his
laces from his tennis shoes, but he couldn't get them undone. "Here, let
me do it for you".

I bent down, undid his shoe laces and pulled his Chucks off.  On a whim I
then reached down and pulled off his socks. I love the way his feet
looked, they were so cute and small and hairless (completely unlike my
own!) Whoever said, small feet, small cock, knew nothing of my roommate
though. Marty then staggered in trying to stand up and I helped him by
holding him under his armpit, allowing myself a cop of his wet armpit
hair. He reached down and pulled off his pants, which were already
hanging down. He then hooked his fingers into his underwear and pulled
them off too.

Now I love perving on my roommate's body, and having him naked and drunk
while holding him up was starting to get to be a bit too much for me. The
smell and feel of my roommate against my body was making my dick churn
out a bucketful of precum and my tighty-whities were getting really wet.
This was going to be a hell of a jack session tonight. Marty managed to
get completely naked but his underwear was caught on his left foot. I
told him to lift up his leg and I reached down and pulled it from his
foot.

Alright, I told myself, now for the hard part. I have to get him up to
his top bunk. Marty turned to pull himself up to the top bunk, but he
could barely get a start on moving himself up there. I tried to help him
by lifting him up by his waist, but this only succeeded in getting his
ass into my face for a few seconds. Damn, I love his hot nearly hairless
bubble butt. Here he was in my hands, his ass just inches away from my
lips, I craned my neck forward and breathed in the smells from his
hot manly butt. Fuck'n A! He smells sooooo good. He was sweaty, but with
a good clean butt smell. It took all of my control not to just lick his
ass up and down right there.

It became apparent very quickly that Marty was not going to be able to
get into his own bed and that I was not much help in getting him up
there. Shit! Okay, it is probably better that he is not in the top bunk
tonight anyway. If he had to barf, that wouldn't be a good place to be.
I guess he would have to sleep in my bunk, and I would take his tonight.

"Alright Marty, this isn't going to work. Why don't you sleep down in
my bunk?"

He said, "k...", and proceeded to climb into my bed naked.

"I will sleep in yours tonight, but you owe me one."

More sober than he could possibly be, he sat up and quickly said; "NO!
You can't sleep there... Uh, I mean... just you can't."

"Why not?!" I said, perhaps a little too indignantly.

Marty looked down at his navel and started turning red and finally said
"Dude... I totally creamed my sheets last night. The whole thing is a
mess..." He then laid back down and drunkenly said; "just climb in
here... I promise, I won't throw up on you." With that, he rolled over,
curled up into a fetal position on the inside of my bed with his back
turned to me, naked ass exposed, and proceeded to go to sleep.

Shit. Now what? I will never be able to sleep with Marty lying next to me
naked. Fuck me... oh well, what else can I do? I stripped off my shirt,
pulled off my pants and turned off the light. My six inch hard thick cock
was sticking out of my briefs as I climbed into the bunk and lay on my
back. Marty was warm lying against me, my leg pressed up against his ass.
Let me tell you, two college guys definitely do not fit into one bunk bed
easily.

My cockhead was throbbing against my stomach, begging for relief. The
warm feel of Marty laying next to me was driving me insane, and the smell
of sweat and alcohol was continuing to enlist a steady drool of precum
that was now coating my navel. I brought my hands to my face, smelling my
fingers that were previously supporting Marty and was overwhelmed by the
rich smell of his armpit sweat.

I reached down and gave junior a quick squeeze. I definitely needed to
beat off, but I couldn't do that with Marty this close to me. But if I
don't beat off then I will never get to sleep. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Should
I go down the hall and beat off in the bathroom? I gently started
massaging my dick while I pondered that scenario. The toilet area in the
bathroom on any given day is not somewhere that one wants to spend a lot
of time and it is worse on the weekends as housekeeping only comes once
on Friday and not again until Monday. By Friday evening it always gets
pretty nasty as the guys are a bunch of pigs, not that I usually mind,
but at that same time I don't want to go down there to j/o. I like doing
it here in our room.

The massaging of my cock began to pick up steam just a bit. Fortunately
Marty had his back to me and was lying on my left, and as a right handed
guy, I preferred beating off with my right hand. My breathing started to
become heavier as I reached fully into my briefs to gently pull on my
balls. This of course had the effect of completely exposing my cock now
and I figured what the fuck, I will just hook my briefs under my balls so
I can get better access to my equipment. I won't jack off, I won't jack
off.... I let out a heavy sigh.

Marty shifted. Was he still asleep? His movement inadvertently rubbed his
bubble butt against my hairy leg sending shivers down my spine. If only I
could turn facing him so that I could get my hard cock up against that
beautiful firm ass. Damn... I want to grind into that crack of his.

I grasped my cock hard and rubbed the precum all over the head, bringing
the residue up to my lips to taste it. Fuck me, I need to cum now. Marty
sighed and rolled his shoulders stretching them, totally taking me off
guard. Maybe he is awake!

Marty cleared his throat and said slurring; "Just do it Josh. You will
never get to sleep otherwise." "Ah... really?" I said. "Yeah man, go for
it, I don't mind."

Well, with that said, I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass me by.
I reached down, grabbed my cock and started jacking with a fury. I was
pressing even closer to Marty now and the feeling of his hot body against
me was a total turn on. Marty then did the unthinkable; he pushed himself
up in the bed and turned around to face me. His big uncut cock was at
half mast and he reached over and started to rub my chest feeling up my
nipples. "You have such a nice hairy chest dude" he said.

"Marty, what are you doing?" I asked, slowing down my pace.

"Just helping out a friend" he said with a laugh. "Besides, the quicker
you get off the faster I can go to sleep."

"Ah... okay...." I said.

I picked up my pace again, jacking my dick while Marty started doing
circles on my nipples. This was the hotter than actually plowing my
roommate! Damn, it felt so good lying next to him, having him stroke my
chest while I was whaling away on my cock. Fuck yeah, it feels soooo
good. Oh shit yeah. Marty's monster cock started to come to life and I
felt it getting harder against my thigh.

"Ah Marty, are you gonna take care of that club of yours down there?"

He laughed and said "no man, I am way too wasted, and this is a whisky
dick...."

Marty started pinching my nipples now, tugging on them. The sensation was
causing electric sparks in my balls and my cock was now nearly ready to
explode. Feeling Marty's hard dragon against my leg was unbelievable.
His short spiked blonde hair down there was also rubbing against me. His
nipple pulling was driving me wild, and his manly smell was causing my
cock to leak like a sieve.

My orgasm started slow. The tingling in my balls caused me to groan
loudly, and Marty increased the pinching of my right nipple, which meant
his arm was lying across my chest. I never felt closer to Marty until
now. My cock started to throb and my pace quickened, I was jacking so
hard. My toes curled and my body went rigid, every muscle was tight as a
drum. "OH FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEAH!" The first shot flew out of my dick and
landed on my chest, and all over Marty's hand. The cum rushing out of my
cock made me shake. I was pumping out load after load, covering me
completely in wet hot cum. The smell of it was awesome. Marty slowly let
up on my nipples and started rubbing the cum into my chest, completely
not caring that I had just spooged all over his hand and that he was
matting down my hair. I laid there loving his touch; my body was so
over-sensitized that his ministrations were causing me to get goose
bumps.

Marty let out a low chuckle and said: "Damn man, that was quite a load.
Do you think we can get to sleep now?"

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