Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2004 15:17:06 EST From: ImJeff0882@aol.com Subject: My Roommate Nick, part one The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving adult males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is mostly true; I am taking more liberties here, since the story is about Nick and me, rather than Bill and me. The actions of the people in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The author (Jeff Hunter) claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to ImJeff0882@aol.com Roommate Nick, part one It may seem like I am having a lot of sex with a lot of different people, but that's not really true. Or, it doesn't seem that way to me. In high school there was my buddy John and one girlfriend. During my freshman and sophomore years there was Bill and Kevin and a girlfriend. I dated two other girls, but nothing happened. My junior year I dated two or three girls but nothing really happened there. Of course, I did get to see Bill once in a while. Then I had a girlfriend my senior year and I started jerking with Nick. Now, things continue with Bill and with Nick. Some history My freshman year was fun. When I turned eighteen Bill and I finally were able to spend time together. (Cousins Paul and Bill, Part 6, in gay men/incest). That was a very memorable time. Then at the end of my freshman year I hooked up with Kevin (T.A., Kevin in gay men/college). That summer was the first summer that Bill and I went camping. That was wonderful. My sophomore year I lived in the dorms. I was going to move out with friends but it all seemed to fall apart, so I just signed up for the dorms for another year. There were mostly freshman on my floor, mostly jerks, but a couple of guys were pretty cool. That's when I met Nick. We had a philosophy class together. It is his major with a minor in literature. My major was English Lit and my major requires that I take philosophy classes, religion classes, psych classes, etc. Nick and I seemed to hit it off. He was pretty much into studying from what I remember but also into partying on the weekends, which was my thing, too. Intensive studying during the week and party Friday and Saturday nights, and then you recover on Sunday. Sometime that year we started jogging once in a while. Toward the end of the year some friends asked me to move into an apartment with them for my junior year. I agreed. Then Nick asked me to join him and two other guys in an apartment. I had to say no. I think I would have rather lived with Nick, but I didn't want to back out of my agreement. As it turned out, Nick lived a couple of blocks from where I was living and we still ran into each other often and again started to run together. Mid-year he asked me to move into an apartment with him the next year. I wasn't enjoying myself with the guys I was living with so I said, YES. So, my senior year, Nick and I shared a room in an apartment with two other guys who shared a room. Nick and I got to be pretty good friends. He had a girlfriend and so did I. We ran almost four or five times a week; sometimes in the afternoon, sometimes before dinner, sometimes late at night. We talked about everything; girls, sex, classes, sex, our roommates, sex, and sex. One late night while we were running he explained his thoughts about sex and sexual orientation. This was a long running conversation we had been having, the politics of sex. It's a big area of study in philosophy, especially by the French. But, this time the conversation went further. He told me that he intended to have sex with a guy sometime; experimentation. He pushed me on whether I thought that was weird, or whether I thought I might try it, too. I remember feeling vulnerable and a bit heady, but also trusting him. Anyway, I had a girlfriend at the time. So, that gave me cover if I needed it. I told him that in high school I had a buddy who is straight, who I jerked off with and did other stuff with. I was pretty nervous and waited for his reaction. He said he thought that was hot. He said that he thought I was the kind of guy that would be cool and free with stuff like that and thought that was part of the reason we were such good friends. I think I was a little confused. He told me he wished he had a jerk off buddy in high school. He didn't ask a lot of questions as to what we did, but just kept saying that he thought it was cool. About two weeks later he and I were jogging late at night. We were talking about sex, again. I don't remember what exactly we were talking about but I said something about getting a hard on and that it was hard to run with a woody. He said, he was hard, too. He stopped running. I stopped running and looked back at him. "Do you want to jerk off?" he asked. "What?" "Jerk off." "When?" "Now," he said. "Here?" We were running on a trail through some trees and bushes in a park like area. "Yeah. Not right here, but over there," he said, pointing off the trail. "Come on, it will be freaky." "I don't know." I felt myself getting a hard on. "Why not just go back to the apartment and jerk off there?" "They're there," he said, referring to our roommates. "Come on, you've joed with a buddy before. I've never joed with a guy. Come on." "Yeah, but here?" "Off the trail. We can hear if anyone is coming. Come on," he said, walking off the path. I followed. We walked through the trees into the bushes. I looked around and back toward the path. I didn't think we could be seen from the path. "We going to do it?" he asked. "Yeah, sure, I guess, if you want to," I said. My dick was hard. I waited for him to do something. He began to rub his crotch. I rubbed mine. Then he pulled down his shorts and out sprang his hard on. He pulled up his tee shirt so his dick was fully exposed. I pulled my shorts down and then pulled my tee shirt over my head. He stared at my dick. "Fuck, Jeff, I thought you were hung, but damn, how big is that thing?" "It's not a thing, it's my friend," I said smiling. "I guess it's about 8 inches. On a good night it's 8.5 inches." "Fuck, this must be a good night. It looks huge. Fuck." He moved to get a side view of it. I moved so he could see it better. I held it in my hand and stroked it slowly while he stared. "You said you and your buddy jerked off together and did other stuff together." I nodded. "Did you touch each other's dick?" "Yeah, we jerked each other off." "Can I touch it?" "Yeah, but the only rule I have about this stuff is that if you do something to me, then if I want to do it to you I can." He then pushed his crotch out and said, "Sure, feel it all you want." He then took my dick in his hand and then put both his hands around it. "Fuck, two hands and there's still a couple of inches. Fuck." "How big are you?" I asked, as I took hold of his dick. I reached for his balls with my other hand. He grabbed mine. "I'm almost 7, on a good night," he laughed, "and this is a good night." We played with each other for a while more and then started jerking ourselves off. He came first. I watched as his hand started jerking quickly and he started breathing hard. I saw the first shot kind of dribble out and then the second did the same, the third shot was much larger and shot about three feet into the air. He reached out and grabbed my arm to steady himself as he knees bent and he shot two or three more healthy shots of thick white spunk. Then he started to dribble again. He squeezed his shaft, wiped his cock head clean with his finger and then shook the cum off his finger. It was a nice load. He started to bend down to pick up his shorts when I grabbed his arm. He stopped, his eyes went to my dick. Seconds later, I shot my load. "Of fuck, yeah shoot your load," he said. My first shot exploded from my dick. I could hear it hitting the ground as the second shot of cum followed. Nick reached to my dick as I continued stroking. He ran his fingers under my balls. I moaned and kept shooting my cum. I must have shot out six or seven healthy shots, I usually cum a lot, then I started to dribble. My cum is thick, so it hung off my dick like a long thin rope. It just hung there. I squeezed my dick head and wiped the cum off my dick. Now it hung off my finger. "Wow, I've never seen someone else shoot cum," he said watching my cum handing of my finger. "Does it do that all the time," he asked. "Yeah, it's pretty thick. Sometimes it's more watery." We pulled our shorts up and began to walk back. It's hard for me to run after I cum. We talked about it. Well, mostly he talked about it. He wanted to be sure I wasn't weird about it now. I said I wasn't. Then he said, "You know, sometimes I can hear you jerking at night. I guess you think I am asleep but I'm not." "Yeah, I wondered about that. I've heard you, too," I said. "Well, now I guess we don't have to worry about if I hear you or you hear me," he said. "Right?" "That's cool with me," I said. I love jerking off, and I hate worrying about being heard. And, it doesn't bother me at all if you jerk off, so enjoy yourself anytime you want." "Damn, this is cool. I've always wanted to have a jo buddy. We are jerk off buddies, right?" "Yeah, sure, why not." That was the first time we joed together. About a month later the girl I was dating broke up with me. I was crushed, as they say. Or maybe shocked, or surprised. I never saw it coming and I thought things were pretty good. All of a sudden she wanted to be dating other guys. Nick was great, during that time. He didn't say too much but just hung around me a lot. He asked me to go studying with him, running with him, movies with him, and jerking off with him. It was also about that time that I was accepted to grad school at the university where I was doing my undergrad work. As soon as I told Nick he asked me to room with him the next year; just him and me, in a one bedroom apartment. I said, yes. Up until the time we started school again in September we had jerked off with each other about 8-10 times and had jerked each other off only once. I'd heard him jerking off in his bed many nights as I am sure he heard me. We usually jerked off listening to each other. Sometimes, in the morning, after I turned off the alarm and climbed back into bed, I'd hear him pulling his pub. I usually wake up with a boner, so if I had the time, I'd get under the covers and jerk myself off, listening to him, knowing he was listening to me. When we were done, we'd get up, wipe the dripping cum off our chest and make out like nothing happened. Of course, I'd check out his red and semi hard dick as he made his way to the bathroom and, of course, he'd check out mine. So the semester ended. I went home for the summer. I got a job working where my dad works. (Yeah, I know, but summer jobs are hard to get). Nick and I talked on the phone every couple of weeks. And, I went camping with Bill again (Cousins Paul and Bill Part 8, in gay men/incest). What are my thoughts about Nick's sexual orientation? My guess now is that he's probably bisexual. What I've come to understand about Nick is that he is obsessed with not just sex, but with kinky sex. I think he thinks he is straight and I thought he was, also. But, lately I think he is definitely bisexual. What I know for sure is that he is into kink. I've also come to understand that there is very little he won't do at least once. What is odd about Nick is that he has this kink plan and that he wants to fully experience kink; physically, emotionally, sexually, psychologically. I think he wants to become a kink expert. He is fascinated with how his mind reacts to the thought of performing certain sexual acts, how his body reacts to doing them and then how he experiences having done it afterwards. It's like a full body experiment for him. But, I think that's also part of his rationalization. I think he's convinced himself that he wants to do stuff as an experiment, but I also think he's into it. What is confusing to me is that he is very much drawn to woman. I watch him. I've never seen a guy catch his eye, but I can't count the number of times I've noticed him checking out a girl's chest, face or ass. But, at the same time, he's got this desire to do everything he can imagine with a guy. And when we do stuff he gets into it. That's not to say that he thinks he is going to like it, but that isn't what it is about for him. As a matter of fact, if he doesn't like it, his plan is to keep doing it until he does. That's part of the experiment. I think I really admire him for that. I've told him that if all guys could admit to their curiosity and act on it once or twice, there might not be so much hate of gay people in the world. He says, he thinks it is a gay-haters curiosity with sex with guys that scares them, and makes them hate gay guys. Gay guys remind them of what they never allowed themselves to do. Perhaps that's true or, perhaps they are just assholes. Anyway, in September Nick and I moved into our apartment. Nick has beautiful wavy (not curly) dark brown hair that he wears a little long (it's really thick, too) and brown eyes, beautiful eyes. He has a nice body; defined without fat. He's about 5 ft. 9 inches tall and probably about 140 lbs. He is smooth, but has more hair on his legs than I do. He is very good looking. His dick is about 7 inches and a little thicker than mine. He has a great smile, really straight white teeth, he wore braces when he was a kid. He is very bright and very interesting to talk to, he has a great sense of humor, seems like a very loyal friend, has a great imagination, and is very thoughtful. He likes to be physical; he pokes me, pushes me, and wrestles with me, usually tickling me which I hate. I feel like he really likes me. Oh and we don't just jerk off when we go to be. Sometimes we'll lye there, him in his bed, me in mine, and talk and talk and talk; then silence and then the sounds of guys pulling pub. If I had to list negatives about him I'd say, and I've told him to his face, he is a terrible cook, so I do most of the cooking when we do have a meal together. I've taught him how to make coffee, so he does that every morning now and usually brings me a cup, either in bed or in the bathroom. He doesn't clean up the kitchen, he says he hates doing dishes, but we do have a dishwasher. But, he does clean the bathroom every week. I guess the strangest things to me is that we've become very comfortable being naked around each other, that we are getting more comfortable jerk off around each other, and that sometimes, probably once a week or so after we've played with each other, he wants to sleep with me. Our bedroom is big enough for two double beds (which is great for one person to sleep in, a bit crowded for two) which we had set up in a really awkward way at first trying to give us as much privacy as possible. Soon, the awkwardness of the room and the fact that we were jerking off with each other and watching each other jerking off, we saw no reason to keep the room the way it was and put the beds parallel to each other. Now I can watch him pull his pub, as he can watch me, without any trouble. We have a large dresser of draws which we share. We share our dining table as a desk; we eat at the coffee table in front of the TV. It works for us. Our sofa opens into a bed, so if we have guests they get to sleep there. After being back at school in September, Nick was invited to a party. His girlfriend couldn't go, or decided she didn't want to go (they are not getting along much lately) so he asked me to go with him. I knew a lot of the people who would be there, so I said I would. I wrote about this in another story (Cousins Paul and Bill, part 9) and rather than take the time to rewrite it all, I am going to cut and paste this part of the story. We had a good time; both of us drank a lot of beer. We had a ride to the party but he left with a girl. We had an offer but he was drunk and I decided to call a cab. When we got back to our apartment, we were both hungry. We were trying to figure out what to eat. We decided to cook a frozen pizza we had. While it was cooking we had a beer and started talking. Of course, sex came up. I kind of thought it would. He told me he saw the girl I was dating last year. Nick said she looked terrible. He was being kind. Then he said something about one of the girls at the party. He thought she was flirting with me. I think she was, too. Anyway, he told me that he thought that I could do better. I told him that I thought she was okay, but that I wasn't interested. Then he asked me if during the summer I thought about times he and I joed together. I felt caught off guard and a little weird. (Why can't people just do stuff and not have to talk about it LOL.) I said, yes I thought about it and no I didn't feel weird about it at all, and asked him if he ever thought about it. He said, yes. He reminded me that he's into anything kinky. I started getting hard. He asked me if I ever thought about sucking him. I told him that I had. He said that he thought about sucking me, too. He said that he's never done it, but wonders what it would be like, and that he definitely wants to suck some guy's dick, but always hoped it would be mine. It stopped there for a while. (My heart was beating hard) We had pizza and more beer. When we were cleaning up he said he wanted to jo with me, or he asked if it was okay with me. I told him, yeah. He reached over and pushed on my crotch. I was hard. I grabbed him and he was hard. We went into the bedroom got naked and got in my bed. We started to jerk ourselves off and then he took mine and I took his. Then he moved his head toward my crotch and looked like he was going to put my dick in his mouth. I told him that I'd love to have him blow me but I didn't think we should do this when we were drunk (and he was drunk). I think he felt bad. I told him I'd be fine with us blowing each other if we weren't drunk, but that I don't like to have sex when I am drunk and that I thought we should just enjoy jerking each other. I told him that I love watching him shoot his cum and that I love him watching me. He told me he wanted to jerk me off first. I said okay. He got up and put on the light. Then he sat down on my legs, he got lotion and started to stroke my dick. I laid there, kind of propped up and watched him jerking me. As I got close I told him to play with my balls, he did. Then he told me he wanted to watch me cum on him. So we switched positions and I jerked myself. While I was jerking myself I slipped my finger up my butt. As I started to cum I aimed at his chest and let it fly. He said, "Fuck, that's too cool. You've got such a great dick and you cum so much." I don't know why I did it. Maybe, I wanted to blow his mind or I was just hot and horny, but I began to lick my cum off his chest. There was cum on his dick and balls; I was aiming, so I licked them clean. He kept saying, "Oh fuck." Maybe, I was still worried about him feeling bad about me stopping him from sucking me. When I was done I asked him if he had the balls to do that. He said he didn't know, but maybe. I reminded him he said he was into kink. LOL I started to stoke his dick, using lotion. He was rock hard. I asked him if he had the balls to let me do what I wanted to him. He said, okay. So I started stroking him and playing with his balls and then I started to play with his butt hole. His eyes closed and he moaned, and he lifted his ass. LOL, I knew he was going to let me finger him. I kept stroking him and pushed against his hole. I could feel him tightening up. I told him to relax, that it wouldn't hurt. My finger slipped in and very slowly I got my finger in up to my knuckle. I kept stroking him and he kept moaning. I could feel his prostate getting bigger so I slowed down my stroking. He looked at me and said, "No, don't stop." I just smiled and said, "You said I could do what I wanted." He nodded. I got him close three times and he was soaking my hand with pre-cum. All the time my finger was up his butt. He was loving it, too. Finally, I got him close and kept stroking. I rubbed his prostate and jerked him. He was trashing around and moaning and half sitting up and then laying down again as he shot gobs of cum. When he stopped cumming I slipped my finger out of his ass. His body kept tensing as I kept gently stroking his dick. He was still pretty hard. He was looking at me. Then I used my fingers to sweep up some of his cum. He saw me doing it. He kind of laughed and said "I don't know." I smiled at him and put my fingers to his mouth. He opened his mouth and then I wiped a big glob of cum on his tongue. He moved it around in his mouth tasting it and then said, "It's okay." I cleaned up more and he ate it. I got up, went to the bathroom, he followed me. We washed our hands and cleaned up a bit and then I went to the toilet to pee and he stood there next to me and peed with me. When we went back to the bedroom I turned off the light, got in my bed and then he got in my bed with me. He said, "I hate to sleep alone after sex." I was pretty surprised. We've joed together before, usually watching porn or at the computer, but not in bed with each other. So, he slept with me. In the morning I woke up. He was already awake and still in my bed. We talked about what I had said; that I'd have oral sex with him but not drunk. I asked him how he was with my finger up his ass and him eating his cum. He said it was pretty hot. He told me that he's into kinky sex and kinky jerking off stuff and that eating his own cum was on his list but he never really did it. He said he tasted it but never ate it all. He said it was easier after watching me and easier since I was making him do it. (I didn't know I was making him do anything). He said having stuff up his butt and jerking is on his list. He's done his finger but hadn't found that spot (LOL). I asked him what list he was talking about. He looked embarrassed or maybe sorry he said that. After a long conversation about not thinking he was a pervert (I reminded him that I trusted him, telling him that I was BI and had sex with guys) he told me that he has a list of kinky stuff he's done and things he wants to do. So we were both hard again. I started jerking myself and he started jerking himself. He asked me how I found that SPOT. So, I got the lotion, put it on his fingers and told him to put his finger up my butt. I kept jerking and told him to move his finger around. As I got close he said he could feel my prostate. I kept stroking and telling him what to do. He kept fingering me until I came. I asked him if he wanted to finger himself or if he wanted me to finger him. He said he wanted to try it. I lay next to him. He raised his legs and slid his finger up his ass and started to jerk himself off. He kept saying, "Oh fuck." While he was stroking and fingering himself I played with his nipples. He was really into it. When he came he shot cum on both of us. We got up and showered. We had breakfast, or lunch I guess. He called his girlfriend and made a date to see her that night. LOL. Nick and I have, since then, talk a lot more about his list. It is actually three lists. One list has to do with jerking off. He's compiled a list of all the different ways and places he's jerked off and what he's done with his cum. Things on his list are: jerking in one of his socks, another item on his list is jerking off in one of his socks and wearing it all day. Jerking off in his boxers and wearing them, is another. He's jerking off in his parent's bed, jerking off in his brother's bed, in every room of the house. He's jerked off in his school bathrooms, in the mall bathrooms, in the back row of the Cineplex. He rates things from not kink, kink, kink plus and super kink. It wasn't until after we started jerking off more regularly that he began to tell me some of the things on his super kink list. Tasting his cum was on his kink list. He also froze his cum and then put it up his ass; that was on his kink list. Another on that list was different ways he came on his brother's food. When I read that I asked him if he ever came in food that I ate and he laughed and promised me that he had not. He told me that there was a period when he really didn't like his older brother. He said that he'd jerk off into a small jar. He said his brother didn't like tomatoes. His mom would make separate salads for each person in a small bowl and then put them in the refrigerator. His brother's salad was the one without tomatoes. So, Nick would jerk off then dump his spunk onto his brother's salad and mix it up. He and his brother used Ranch dressing, so when they sat down, Nick would pass his brother the dressing and then watch as his brother ate his salad. He told me that another time his dad told him to make lunch for them while they watched football. Nick said he came on a slice of bread and then spread mayo on the bread and made a sandwich for his brother. On his list of `kink' were things like jerking off outside where he might be seen, or jerking off at a urinal rather than in the stall. I asked him what was on his `kink plus' list. He told me that list was all about sex off with another guy. He said that he had jerked off while his girlfriend watched, but that was just kink. He said there were all kinds of things he wanted to do with me so he could put them on his list. One of the things that he put on this list that he did with me was to jerk off and have me watch and listen to him. That happened about a week or two after we played after the party. What happened was he came home late one night during the week. He works on campus to help pay for his tuition, and his girlfriend and he usually study or go to her apartment and fuck after he gets off work. So, sometimes he doesn't get home until eleven or twelve at night. He got home. I had just gone to bed and jerked off. We had just switched our beds around so that they were right along side each other. I heard him in the bathroom and then he came into our room. There's a street light that shines in our bedroom so you can see pretty easily, especially when your eyes adjust. When he came into the room he was naked and his dick was hard. I thought about saying something to him but hesitated. I thought he must be thinking I had fallen asleep. He lay down on top of his bed. I've heard him jerking off in bed before, but that night he started pounding his pud and making no effort to hide what he was doing. I thought it was really hot. I was thinking about join him but, actually, it was pretty hot to just lay there and watch and listen to him. The next morning he told me that he and his girlfriend got into a big argument. I said, "Oh, that's why you came home all horny." He said, "Yeah, I thought about going into the bathroom and jerking, but I figured, you and I have pulled each other's pub enough times that I don't have to worry about jerking off with you watching. I figured if you wanted you could jerk off, too. Or you could just watch." I told him that I had just jerked off before he got home or I would have. He said, "cool." I said, "It's cool with me, too". I asked him if this was something that was going on his jo list and he said, yeah. He said "Every time you and I joed with each other it was a jo together thing. This time it was me joing and you watching me". It was about three of four nights later that he came home late again. I've figured out that he always showers after he gets laid. I was reading in bed when he got home, he undressed, took a shower and then came back into our room. He got in bed, our light was still on. We talked a bit and then I got up and turned off the light. I felt myself blush since I knew what I was going to do. He was lying on his side, in his bed, facing away from me. I took a deep breath and started stroking my dick while lying on top of the sheets. It wasn't long before he must have figured out what I was doing. He rolled over and moved in his bed so he was closer to my bed. He propped himself up on his pillow and quietly watched me jerk myself off. I could feel his eyes burning into me. I didn't look at him, I jerk off like I would normally would if he wasn't there. He didn't move nor did he say a word. I kept scooting down on the bed. I was sure he was wondering what I was doing. Then I took a deep breath and rolled into a ball throwing my feet over my head and then planted my feet on the wall behind me. Slowly, I bent my knees and arched my hips so that my dick was about an inch from my lips. I kept jerking. He moved closer, then he got out of his bed and knelt on the floor beside my bed. Then I gave that extra push and my dick head reach my lips. "Oh my God," he said. "Oh fuck, I can't believe you can do that. Can I put on the light?" "Sure." He jumped up and turned on the light and then knelt down beside my bed again. His dick was hard. I kept jerking and licking and running my dick over my tongue. "Oh fuck," he whispered. He was jerking. I kept jerking, glancing at him once in a while. His eyes were wide, I watched his arm moving as he continued to jerk off. I licked and wrapped my lips around my cock head and kept jerking. I was getting close. There was this trick I could do in this position, especially if I was really turned on and horny. If I get myself really close and run my finger on the area between my balls and asshole and squeeze my butt cheeks I can cum but not have an orgasm, so that I stay hard and then can shoot a full load soon after. I guess it's not really cumming because it's usually two or three shots of cum. "You want to see something?" I asked him. "Yeah, what?" "Run your fingers up and down here," I said, showing him the spot. "I'm going to try to cum twice." "Damn," he said, doing what I asked him to do. I jerked myself, running my cock head over my tongue. His face was about a foot from mine. I got really close and hesitated for a moment then I squeezed my butt cheeks and pinched that space under my cock head and licked my dick and then it started. First one long and thick shot of cum shot out of my dick into my mouth, then another and then another. I moved the cum around to the front of my mouth and onto my lips and rubbed my cock head in it and then swallowed my cum as I started to jerk again. "Oh my God," he whispered. I smiled and then said, "Watch, I'm going to cum again." I jerked hard and started to moan. His finger still ran over that space and over my balls. I opened my mouth wide and jerked and moaned as my cum shot out of my dick hitting the back of my throat. I think he said, `Oh fuck' each time I shot my load. Again, a long rope of cum hung off my dick, the other end was against my chin. I moved myself so that I could lick my dick again and cleaned up what cum was left. I squeezed my butt and my cock head milking out the last of my cum and then licked it up. Slowly, I uncurled and laid flat on my bed. I stretched, looked at him and smiled. His eyes were still wide. He started to jerk again. I rolled onto my side and watched him jerking. He got up and sat on his bed. Then he lay down, rolled his legs over his head trying to get them to the wall behind him. Twice he fell forward as he jerked. He tried it a third time. He got his feet to the wall. He seemed frantic, I started to laugh. He tried to roll his hips as he jerked. His dick was about a foot from his mouth. He kept jerking. I moved off my bed and knelt down beside his bed. He let out a loud moan and then his cum went flying. Some went into his mouth, most went on his face. He unrolled and laid there. I used my finger to wipe up the cum on his face and moved it toward his mouth. He looked at me and smiled and then opened his mouth and licked my finger. "Fuck, that is so hot," he said. "That's going on my list. This is so wrong. I fuckin love it," he said as he licked up some more of his cum. I laughed watching the expression on his face. He doesn't like the taste of his cum. "Then why do you do it, if you don't like it?" "Because it's so fuckin kinky. It seems so wrong to do, but fuck, no one's getting hurt, right? It's kind of cool to do stuff my body and mind says not to do. Besides, you like to see me do it, don't you?" "Yeah, it's hot." "If you weren't watching me," he said, as he took my boxers and wiped his face off, "I wouldn't do it. But, it just seems so wrong. I loved watching you do it." He got back in bed. I got under the covers. "Jeff," he said. "Yeah." I responded "If I get too weird and you're feeling like, uncomfortable, you'll tell me, right?" he asked. "Don't worry about it. It will take a lot to make me feel uncomfortable, but if you do I'll tell you." "Are you into us jerking off together as much as I am?" "Yes. I like jerking off alone, but this is pretty hot. It was pretty hot having you watch me. I like it even when you and I jerk off at night and don't watch each other. It's kind of hot to listen to you pulling your pub while I'm pulling mine and listening to you grunting when you cum and knowing that you can hear me." "Yeah, that is hot, but I'd rather watch you when you do it." I laughed. "I think we should jerk each other off more, too," he said. "Not just when we've been drinking." "I'm cool with that." "Cool. You think you'd be into some kinky jerk off stuff?" "You mean kinkier than this?" He laughed. "Yeah." "I guess. Depends on what it is." "Cool. I'll come up with some kinky stuff." I laughed. "I bet you will." That weekend he slept at his girlfriend's apartment. I didn't know if it was my imagination, but it seemed that whenever he and I played he'd run off to his girlfriend. That was cool with me; I get a lot done on the weekend when he's not here. I had a paper to write. Papers to grade (I'm a T.A. in the Lit department) and a lot of reading to do. My cousin Bill asked me to meet him for a long weekend. He was giving a paper at a conference and wanted to talk to people about his research. He will be trying to get a job teaching. Dr. Bill. I need to get a lot done so I won't feel like I am falling behind in my school work when I am away. I didn't see Nick until Sunday night. He stopped by a couple of times to change clothes and once he called to say that he was going to a movie with his girlfriend and some other friends and wanted me to join them. I said, no. Monday morning the alarm went off. He has an early class; it was 6:30 a.m. He jumped up and turned off the alarm. He stood there and looked at me. He had morning wood. "I'll make coffee," he said. He went into the bathroom and peed. I got up and peed and then went back to bed. I guess I fell asleep again. I woke up when he sat on my bed. He had two cups of coffee. He was still naked. He handed me a cup of coffee as I sat up in my bed. "Can I get in," he asked, meaning in my bed. I moved over and nodded. He slipped under my covers. "I don't think Gail and I will be a couple too much longer," he said. "Damn, you just spend the whole weekend with her. What happened?" I asked. "We just fight too much." "What about now?" "Well, this time it started about me being too pushy about what movie we were going to see. That started it. Then I asked her to blow me. I mean, I didn't ask her to blow me. We were getting into warming each other up," he laughed, "and I was down on her and then we started 69ing and then she stopped. She gives lousy head, but I told her not to stop and she wouldn't do it anymore. She's afraid I'll cum in her mouth. I did once and she hated it." "She still doesn't like your cum?" "She says it's degrading. Fuck, I've got my face in her pussy, my tongue rapped around her clit and she's being degraded." "You know she isn't into it," I said, kind of laughing. "So, I gave her an angry fuck," he laughed. "She seemed into it, but afterwards she woke me up and was angry. She said she could tell that was an angry fuck. Anyway, we fought and then made up and I gave her an `I like you so much' fuck, and then fell asleep thinking it might be the last fuck I gave her. Then when I got off of work yesterday she was waiting and was all lovey dovey and wanted me to spend the night with her. I think I would have rather come home and jerked off but I was too chicken and went with her. We went to her apartment, fucked and then had another fight, so I came home." "You guys are either so wrong for each other, or so right for each other. You better figure it out before you wind up married to her." "Of fuck, that's not going to happen," he said. "You going to jerk off this morning?" I looked at him. "Just asking. Did that piss you off?" "I'm not Gail. You can ask all you want; doesn't bother me at all. And, yes I was thinking about it," I said, lifting the sheets so that both he and I could see my semi hard dick. "I was thinking I'd get off when you left for your class." "I can do it for you, if you want," he said. I laughed. "Okay, if I can do yours," I said. "Aren't you going to be late for your class?" He shrugged. "Cool. Oh, I thought of a kinky jerk off thing for us to do," he said. "What's that?" "You've got to meet me on campus. There's a bathroom in the library where I jo at a urinal. We should go there and both jo next to each other. There are two urinals there," he said, as he took my dick in his hand. "I don't know," I said. I handed him my coffee. He put it on the floor, then back to my dick. I moved so he had a better angle and so that I could jerk him. He threw the sheets to the foot of the bed. We lay there beside each other playing with each other's dick and balls. He has a really nice dick. It's a handful and really nicely shaped. I guess it's about 6 to 7 inches and cut. His balls hang more than mine. I think our balls are about the same size but his ball sack is looser than mine. He has hair on his balls. I've decided that before I blow him, I'm going to shave them for him. He seemed to have the advantage. He was on my left side and he's right handed. He reached over himself and jerked me like he'd jerk himself. My hand was wrapped around his dick but it seemed more awkward. "You want me to use lube?" he asked. "Nah, that's feeling pretty good." He continued to jerk my dick. I continued jerking him. He sat up and kept jerking me and now playing with my balls. Every once in a while he'd look up at me and smile. He changed hands and then ran his hand up and down my chest and played with my nipples. I was getting close. I stopped jerking him and told him to let me nut. He continued to jerk me. "Come on my dick," he said. I moved as did he so that my dick was aimed at his crotch, he let go of my dick and I started to jerk myself pushing my dick against his. I started to thrust my hips and then shot my load onto his dick and balls. I laid back and relaxed. I watched as he began jerking himself with my cum. "Damn, it is the best lube," he said. "You want me to do that?" I asked, reaching for his dick. He kept jerking. I reached over and touched his balls. They were tight. He was close. He rolled onto his side and aimed his dick at me. I moved close to him. He moved and put the head of his dick into my crotch. I moved closer giving him better access to my dick and balls. His cock head was pushing into my crotch. He moaned and grunted and pushed his dick into my ball sack. Then I felt his cum soaking my balls. He laid back and then looked at me. I checked out my cummy dick and balls. "I really wanted to do that," he said. "Anywhere else you want to cum," I asked. "Yeah." "I bet there are all kinds of places you want to cum on me, to put on your list," I said pushing him out of my bed. "Yup." "Like where," I asked, as I got out of bed. He shrugged. We walked to the bathroom. "On your butt." "That's cool," I said. "How about in the crack of your ass?" "Sure, why not. Where else?" "On your face?" he asked nervously. "Yeah, I figured that." "Is it okay?" "Yeah, sure." "Damn, I've asked three of my girlfriends if I could do that and they've all said no way," he said. "You also get to have me cum on your ass and face." "That's cool. I'm cool with that. You're really cool with all this?" "Definitely." I climbed into the shower. He stood at the sink and began to shave. Then he said, "You want me to set you up with one of Gail's girlfriends. I know a couple that would love to go out with you." Here is that thing he does after we've played. "No, thank you," I said. "Why not?" "Are you worried?" "Yeah, I worry about you sitting here alone. I think you should be dating and having fun." "No, I mean are you worried about having sex with me and me not dating a girl?" "What do you mean?" he asked. "I just wonder if you're worrying that I might get a crush on you," I said. I stepped out of the shower. He looked tense. "Don't worry about it. I'm cool. I have plenty on my plate right now. I don't need a relationship right now." "Okay." He still looked stressed. "You okay?" I asked. "Yeah." He was done shaving. He got in the shower. I continued drying myself off and then started to shave. "Maybe I shouldn't have said that," I said. "No, it's cool. Have you ever had a crush on a guy?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I told you that I'm bisexual." There was silence for a while. "Have you ever had a crush on a guy?" I asked. "Yeah, a couple of times," he said. I was shocked. I really thought he'd say no. "Really? Who?" "There was a guy in high school around my freshman year," he said. I could see him standing in the shower through the shower curtain. "I've never told any one about this." "It's cool, but if you don't want to talk about it, that's cool, too," I said. "No, it's okay." He sounded nervous. "I had a friend in high school. He and I used to talk about jerking off, and doing weird stuff, like jerking in the gym bathroom stall, jerking in our underwear." "I thought you never jerked with a guy." "No, he and I never joed together. We used to just tell each other weird things we did. One time I told him we should jo together and he said no and then kind of just stopped talking about it anymore. Then he just stopped being my friend." "You had a crush on him?" "Yeah, for about a year, while we were friends and talking about sex and jerking off and stuff." "Who else?" He got out of the shower. "Jeff, you're going to think I am weird if I tell you this." "No I won't. I promise, I won't." He dried off, wrapped his towel around himself; he must have been feeling really vulnerable, he never covered himself anymore. He went into the bedroom and got our coffee cups and then went into the kitchen. He poured us both coffee and then went and sat down on the sofa. I sat down next to him. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." "No, it's okay. I had this really big crush on my brother." "The brother you jerked off on his food." He laughed. "That was before my crush. It's weird, really weird. When he was a senior in high school, well he had this friend Cory who was a real jerk. He'd come over to our house a lot and hang with Matt all the time. Matt and I shared a room, so he'd be in my room and he'd always give me shit. I hated him, but Matt really liked him. I thought they smoke weed a lot, but never caught them, but I was sure they were." "Why?" "They were always hiding and sneaking around and they'd lock the door in my bedroom. But, I could never smell it, but I knew they were. One day my Mom told me that when I got home from school I had to have Matt take me to get my haircut. When I got home Matt's car was there and so was Cory's. My Mom's car was gone. I knew I was going to catch them smoking weed. I went around back, but they weren't there. The windows in my room were closed. I snuck into the house and stood by the door and I could hear them in my room. I got down on the floor to see if I could smell it from under the door, but I couldn't. I looked under the door and I could see something blue on the floor but it wasn't against the door. So, I got up and turned the knob. It was locked, so I pounded on the door and told them to open it up. I could hear them jumping around and Matt was telling me to go away. I told him that Mom said he had to take me to get a haircut and he had to open the door. They sounded weird. Finally, he opened the door. They looked weird. Cory was sitting on my bed. I told him to get off my bed. He pushed at me, but I told him again. He got up and left my room. My brother left, too. I tried to smell the bed to see if it smelled like weed, but it didn't. Then I looked under the beds. I think I was looking for his stash or something. I saw a pair of my brother's boxers and a pair of black boxer briefs. I took them and looked at them and looked at the boxers. My brother never wore boxer briefs. I got my stuff together and went to find Matt. He dropped me off to get my haircut. Oh, Cory came with us. My brother told me he'd be back to pick me up. He came back alone and drove me home. "When I got back home I went into my room. I was sitting on my bed reading and I thought of the boxers under the bed. I looked under his bed again and they were gone. When we went to bed that night, Matt took his pants off and he had on the boxers, not the briefs, which were under the bed. I remember laying there and thinking that they were doing some kind of sex. That's why they always locked the door, that's why I didn't smell dope, that's why they would always sneak around. I remembered the blue thing I saw under the door. It was Matt's jeans. They must have been naked and put on their pants and tee shirts but not their underwear. Then I remembered that they both didn't have their shoes on either. I remember laying there and I knew they were having sex." "You think he's gay?" He laughed. "No. He had a girlfriend then. Cory didn't. When Matt went to college he had a girlfriend. Sometime during his junior year he moved in with a girl. I remember, because my parents were really angry. Matt and his girlfriend just broke up this summer. He's lived with her for about four years. I guess." "So, maybe he was experimenting or maybe he's bi." "Yeah, I guess. I was so pissed at him. That's when I started to jerk off in his food. Cory kept coming around and now I knew why, and Cory kept being a jerk to me and Matt never stopped him. I think then I hated Matt a lot. I guess I was a real brat. I guess I decided if they were having sex, that he should eat my cum, too. Damn," he said, shaking his head, "What a prick I was." I thought to myself that Nick had to have been jealous of something. "But, you said you had a crush on him." "That was later; the summer before my senior year in high school. He came home from school for the summer. We still shared a room. He seemed different. I guess I was, too. I had a girlfriend; my first girlfriend. He had a job at Home Depot. He used to get a couple of days off in the week, but he had to work on weekends. He went to work at around noon during the week and came home late, but on the weekend he had to go in early. It was a fucked job, but he made money. "I took summer school classes. My parents said, `you go to school or get a job'. So I took classes. I guess Cory was gone, too. So, he really didn't have any friends. I guess I still thought he was a jerk but then he started to be nice to me. One day he asked me to go to a movie with him. I went. He paid and bought me popcorn and a drink. It was weird. He started to ask me to do other things with him. I guess we started to be friends then. "At night he'd stay up late, because he didn't have to go to work until noon and he could sleep in. I had to get up and go to school at 8 am. My parents always stayed up and watched Jay Leno and then they'd go to bed. One night I came in to our room to go to sleep and he was already in bed and reading. We started to talk. I told him about my girlfriend. He told me about college. Then we heard my parents going to bed. We continued to talk. It was pretty late and then he asked me if I ever smoked weed. I said no. He asked me if I wanted to smoke with him. "I was really surprised. I said no, but it was okay with me if he did. My bed was up against the windows. He told me to open the window. He got out of bed. He was naked. He went through his stuff and then came over to my bed. He covered the front of himself with his pillow and sat down on my bed. He sat near the window on my bed and smoked. He held it outside the window and when he'd take a hit he'd lean out the window. Oh yeah, he stuffed clothes under the door, too. "I was under my sheets in my bed. He sat next to me and kept himself covered with his pillow. We talked some more. I remember I was feeling nervous. He asked me if I was getting laid. I told him that I wasn't. He grabbed my head and laughed and then grabbed my crotch. I mean he grabbed me on top of the sheets. So the sheets and my boxers were between my dick and his hand but he grabbed it and said that his little brother was still a virgin. It was kind of funny. I reached toward his crotch to grab him but he stopped me. He said that if I grabbed him I was going to get a handful of dick and balls. I told him that I was going to grab his pubes and pull. He used to do that to me when we'd wrestle sometimes and I do it to him.' "You guys used to pull each other's pubes?" He nodded. "He laughed. He said, `go for it'. I reached under the pillow and my hand brushed against his dick, but when I went to grab his pubes there weren't any. Then he said he didn't have much pubic hair. I had not seen my brother naked in years. I asked him why not. He told me that he asked his girlfriend to shave her pussy and she said she would if he shaved his crotch. He said he'd shave but wanted to keep some hair on top so he shaved, but he trimmed his pubes short. "I guess I asked if I could see and he said okay. He uncovered himself and got on his knees. He has a nice dick. His pubic hair was short. Then he sat back down and didn't cover himself. I asked him about his girlfriend and stuff. He talked about sex and stuff then he grabbed his pillow again and covered himself." "He was getting a hard on?" "Yeah, I guess. He asked me if he could see mine. I said, `not now'. Then he laughed and asked if I had a woody. I just shrugged. He laughed again and then grabbed at my crotch and grabbed my hard on, but it was under the sheets. I pushed his hand away. We were both laughing. The pillow went someplace as he pulled the sheet off me and then pulled my boxers down. He grabbed my dick, I kept pulling the sheets up over me. Then he let go of my dick and sat back down. Then he said, `can I see it'? I said no. He said, `I let you see mine'. I said, `Yeah, but you weren't hard. He got off my bed went and turned the light on and then walked back. His dick was hard. It was beautiful. I remember my heart was pounding so hard. I felt like I was shaking all over. He just stood there next to my bed. I looked at it, he said, `you can touch it if you want.' I shook my head no. He asked me again if he could see mine. I shook my head no. He said, okay. "Why didn't you show him yours?" "I wanted to, but I was too nervous, or something. Then he walked over and turned the light off and got in his bed. He covered himself up and said that it was cool with him and he thought I was cool. Oh yeah, he said he was sorry for being an ass when he was in high school. I had told him that I hated Cory." "Damn, nothing else happened." `No. But I think he saw it. I started to sleep nude, like he was. I always wanted to do things he did, or do the opposite." "How did he see you hard?" "I don't know if he did, but there were mornings that I'd wake up and my covers were on the floor and I'd have morning wood. I remember one morning I looked over at him and his eyes were closed but he was facing my bed." "Damn." "But, it just might have been my imagination. There were mornings that I'd wake up and he'd be uncovered. I'd lay there and look at him, so maybe I was just thinking that he was looking at me." "Was he hard?" "Sometimes; I remember one time he was covered but then he rolled over on top of the sheets. He wasn't hard; I was in my bed looking at him and then his dick started getting hard. I sat up in my bed and watched." "He was awake, dude." "Maybe not." "How did you wake up?" "What do you mean?" "Alarm; did the alarm wake you up?" "Yeah." "And you don't think it woke him up. Damn, Nick, he was flashing you. Damn, he wanted you, dude. "I don't know, but after that I thought about him a lot and I started to have this huge crush on him. I started doing all this weird stuff too." "Like what?" "Fuck, you are going to think I am so weird." "Nick, I was sucking dick in high school; eating my buddies cum." He sighed. "I've never talked about this. I'd come home from school at about noon time. He'd be gone most days; at work. I'd go into our room and look for his dirty boxers. I guess a lot of guys jerk off into their boxers or wipe their cum up with them. I tried to find his. Sometimes they'd be wet with cum. I'd smell it. I'd get so hard. I'd get in his bed and rub the wet on my dick and then I'd jerk off and shoot my cum on the wet spot, and then put them back. "I remember times when, if he was covered, if I could I'd take the sheet off him and then I'd get back in bed and look at him. I was like `nuts'." "Nothing ever happened?" "No. It's on my super kinky list though." "What is?" "Incest. Sex with my brother. It won't ever happen, but it's on my super kinky list." "Would you, if he wanted to?" He nodded. "So, now do you think I am really sick?" "No. If I had a brother I'd hook up with him, if he was cool and hot. Maybe, it might still happen." "I doubt it. I think when brother's have sex with each other they are really young." "You guys still friends?" "Yeah. He's cool. You'd like him. He'd like you. He's smart, funny. He's working now. His girlfriend moved out during this last summer. He came home for a couple of weeks while she was moving out. He was pretty depressed, or maybe sad. We hung out. He asked me if I was smoking weed and I said yeah, so we smoked some weed, and talked a lot. He still sleeps naked," he said, looking at me. "He still shaves his balls like you do, but his pubes are longer." "Does he snow ski?" "I think he goes snowboarding. Why?" "We should go skiing. My cousin wants to ski in December. You should ask your brother to come along. It would be a cool long weekend. You'll probably be single by then. We'll get two rooms." "I'm not very good. I guess I could ask him. Jeff," he said. "Yeah." "You're cool. It's okay if you get a crush on me," he said. I laughed and then grabbed under his towel and got some pubic hair and pulled. He jumped on top of me and grabbed my nuts and pulled. Then we got dressed. It was getting late. He had missed his class and I had to get ready for one of mine. Later that week he convinced me to meet him in the library to jerk off at a urinal in the library. I wrote about this in an email to my cousin and included it in that story. Instead of re writing it all I am going to cut and paste it here. I had class but later I met Nick at the library. He was sitting at a table where he could watch the bathroom. He said someone was in there, so we sat and waited. I asked him if the bathroom is usually busy. We were up in the research part of the library and it's pretty empty, especially this early in the year. He said, no. I asked him how long the guy was in the bathroom and he said he went in just before I got there. He said, "Don't be nervous, it's cool. I've gone in there and I've run into guys who were standing at the urinal and not peeing." I asked him if he saw them jerking and he said he hadn't. He said he got the idea when one time he went in there and there was a guy standing at the urinal but not peeing. He said he (Nick) peed and left and then sat down to study. He said he noticed the guy hadn't come out for about ten minutes. When the guy came out he said the guy looked like he had just cum. I asked him what he meant and he said the guy's ears were all red. So, he went into the bathroom and checked out the urinal where the guy was standing and he saw the guys cum. He said, he got a hard on so he took out his dick and jerked off onto the other guys cum. He said he left the bathroom and hoped the other guy would go into the bathroom and check out the urinal but he didn't. He asked me if I was nervous. I said that I was a little nervous but turned on. He surprised me when he reached under the table and felt around for my dick. He found it and pushed against it. I reached over and did the same to him. Finally, the guy came out of the bathroom. We waited a couple of minutes. No one seemed to be around so we got up and went in. It's a small bathroom with two urinals and two stalls and one sink. It's an old bathroom, too. There was no partition between the urinals. He unzipped and pulled his dick out standing about two feet from the urinal. I pulled mine out and instinctively got closer but he reached over and pushed me back and said that he wanted to watch. He said I should tell him when I was going to cum, he wanted to see that. I asked him what we'd do if someone came in. He said, just tuck it in and we'll leave. I started jerking watching him jerk while he watched me. It was pretty intense. Between him watching me and my ears straining to hear if someone was walking toward the bathroom and me jerking off, I was feeling a little dizzy. But my dick was really hard. You know the kind of hard-on where your dick feels like a wooden pole. I kept thinking that if someone walked in I'd never get it in my pants. A couple of times he looked like he was going to cum but he'd slow down. I asked him if he was close and he said yeah but he wanted to cum on my cum. I kept jerking. I had to grab onto the thing you flush the urinal with, my knees felt weak. I started shooting gobs of cum. It just shot out of my dick and splattered against the porcelain. You know my cum and how thick it is. It just seemed to hang on there. I know why that guys ears were red. My face was burning red. I shook off my dick and then put it into my pants and pulled my shirt over my pants. It was still hard. Nick stepped in front of the urinal I was jerking into and started jerking. He was pounding hard and then blasted his cum onto the porcelain. After he tucked his away he started to look at the cum. He said, "Look there, my cum is on top of yours. Look its running down there. Wow, look at all that cum." I told him we should leave. He laughed and said okay. We went back to where we were sitting. I told him that I was still a little light headed. That it was really intense, exciting. I told him that I could see why he thought it was so hot to jerk off like that. He told me that he wanted to do it again sometime so that he could cum first and I could cum on top of his cum. I asked him that was a separate entry on his list and he said yes. I pushed him and laughed. He said that it makes for a really long list. I know that it all sounds weird, but I have to say that I am having fun. I often wonder what is really going on with Nick, but I also really like him and I am enjoying living with him. It's very easy. I think the next part of this story should be pretty interesting. Neither Nick nor I are going home for thanksgiving. Nick's brother Matt doesn't see his parents often, so he was going to spend thanksgiving alone. So, Nick and I invited his brother Matt to join us for thanksgiving. He's arriving tonight. I am really looking forward to meeting him. I hope you guys are enjoying this story. I really didn't have time to proof this story as much as I would have liked to, so please forgive the typos, etc. I'd love to hear from you and let me know if it is worth continuing, probably much shorter parts, letting you know how things progress, of if I should just forget it. Email me at ImJeff0882@aol.com I'd love to hear from you.