Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2022 16:02:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Arthur Doyle <sirarthurpornandoyle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dumb jock roommates, part 2

"Mmmm, hot dang," growled Rolf, the beefy German RA as he watched the
fur-matted Silas shuffle around his open-doored room in the nude.

"Oh hey there, Rolf," said Silas, realizing he was being watched.

Rolf was a senior exchange student who had elected to keep an eye on the
young undergrads in the dorms. He had been doing his rounds shirtless on
account of the muggy heat wave going on at the moment, his monumental
muscles proudly displayed beneath a fine dusting of copper body hair that
matched his luxurious red beard and brunette hair. He leaned against
Silas's doorway grabbing the extensive bulge of his crotch, which was just
barely being held in place by his extremely thigh high shorts.

"You like what you see?" Rolf asked, sweeping his hands up and down his
body as he kept his green eyes fixed on Silas's sensational physique.

"Absolutely, man!" Silas replied, coming over and running his fingers all
over Rolf's perfect pecs and shredded abs. "You've got to tell me your
workout plan, dude. It's totally killer."

In the most innocent way possible, Silas's left hand had come to rest on
Rolf's enormous bulge and he for some reason began to squeeze the massive
knob that lay within. Rolf was no stranger to forward guys but he purred
with pleasure as the crazily-built jock before him fondled his dong.

"Uh oh!" said Silas, looking down at his own member. "Looks like I've
gotten hard again somehow. Hey Connor!" he called into the room.

Connor poked his head over and, with a completely pure and naive smile,
glanced at Rolf and Silas. "What's up, dude?"

Silas indicated his massive raging erection, which had instantly grown to
full throttle, and the coursing rivulet of precum leaking from the tip of
his wang. "I think we might need another jerk off sesh."

The two of them had been having regular wank parties ever since they moved
in together, flogging their gigantic hogs at least five or six times a day
to get rid of all the testosterone-induced boners and the ever-flowing nut
juice they each were constantly vexed by. Otherwise, they figured, their
colossal cocks would just keep leading them into situations that neither of
them claimed to want, sliding in and out of each other's snug orifices in a
totally embarrassing way.

"Sheesh," said Connor. "We just had one fifteen minutes ago. But you're
absolutely right--" He indicated his already hardening dong "-I'm thinking
I might need to get off again too. Would you like to join us, Rolf?"

This he delivered with such guile that Rolf was taken aback at the
invite. He'd usually thought of American boys as somewhat uptight and not
easy to deal with but here these two were asking him in for a circle jerk
without much presumption.

"Oh yeah, Rolf," said Silas. "I can feel how hard you're getting under
those shorts. Seems like you've got a big one, too! Can't have that thing
poking around into god knows what places. I'm sure a guy like you would
hate that."

Rolf chuckled, unsure what to make of this inventive form of play. Was it
some kind of strange language barrier or a part of the American idiom he
didn't understand? What were these two funny college studs yammering about
exactly?

Silas and Connor practically pulled their hunky, hairy RA into their dorm
room and yanked off his shorts. With Rolf having gone commando, his
supersize mammoth dong came springing out into the open, its beautiful nest
of reddish pubes perfectly framing its incredible girthy thickness and
those mouthwatering large nuts hanging down below. The smell of his ball
stank practically smacked Silas and Connor in the face with its
overpowering musk.

"Holy shit, stud!" gasped Connor. "That thing is insane. How do you even
keep it in your pants?"

"Jesus!" drooled Silas, squeezing the end of Rolf's superlative uncut
dickhead. "How many smurfs can you fit inside that massive mushroom?"

"I bet you cum a crazy amount," said Connor, tickling Rolf's extremely
low-hanging nutsac. "Like, your piece is even bigger than mine or Silas's."

Again, Rolf had no idea what precisely was going on but the current
situation, in which two banging athletes were worshiping his thick uncut
pipe and hairy balls, was not one he wanted to argue with.

"Do you like to finger yourself while you handle that huge rod?" Silas
asked, instantly sticking two of his own fingers where the sun don't
shine. "I find that my hole gets super twitchy if I don't jam something up
in there on the regular. God, your ass is sensational, dude! I bet you do
like a hundred squats a day... whoops..."

And that's when Silas fell forward and face planted right into Rolf's deep
hairy asscrack, his nose immediately entering that gorgeous marble slab of
booty and his tongue unfurling right into Rolf's snug butthole.

"Mrrrfle," cried Silas, trying to extract himself but instead somehow
digging his long tongue ever deeper into that tight back channel.

"Oh man, Silas!" Connor laughed. "You'll have to forgive my roommate,
Rolf. He's just a giant klutz sometimes." As if to make up for the
embarrassment, Connor reached up and smooched Rolf on his handsome bearded
face. "Let me help you, roomie! Upppps..."

Connor himself now plonked forward and came straight down atop the German's
jolly giant prong, which sailed into Connor's open mouth and pushed all the
way down to its girthy base so that Connor could barely breathe.

"Mmmhhhhhh," groaned Rolf, completely loving having a hot hunk going down
on his huge hog while another college jock lapped at his sensitive
asshole. He placed his hands on the back of Connor's head and started
railing him within an inch of his life, just mercilessly skullfucking the
hell out of those soft and supple lips.

Connor, of course, believed that the giant-dicked RA was trying to shake
him free but, for some reason, was unable to. Connor had also blindly
reached his hands around Rolf's loins and managed to grab Silas's head,
keeping his roommate's rim job in place as the German savagely bucked
forward and backwards in his mouth.

"Ja! Ja!" cried Rolf, loving every moment of the sensual situation he'd
found himself in. "You're both such horny little sluts, aren't you?"

Hairy Silas had no idea what was being said, probably because of Rolf's
thick accent, but he was desperately trying to get his tongue out of the
RA's butt. The problem was he had the fingers of one hand in his own hole
and his second hand on his large uncut sausage, meaning that he was
precariously balanced, essentially unable to stop himself from tossing the
hunky RA's salad. The taste of Rolf's savory backdoor permeated Silas's
mouth while the stank from the German's balls and taint billowed around his
nostrils.

Meanwhile, Connor felt a fat finger begin to slide into his keister and
realized that Rolf was digitally entering his snug man snatch. While he
didn't totally understand what the RA was doing, he figured he was trying
to get a handhold to pull him off that colossal cock. The problem was that
the sensation of getting fingered was making Connor's dong harden even more
and, Connor could tell, Rolf's own incredibly thick piece was thickening as
well, stretching Connor's jaw to its maximum as his tonsils got repeatedly
slammed by that crazy long German salami.

The motion of Rolf's hips did finally have one effect, which was to make
Connor let go of Silas's head. No longer held in place, Silas leaned back,
gasping for air and smacking his tongue.

"Wuff," he cried. "So sorry about that, Rolf. I bet you hated having me eat
your butt like that."

But Rolf was no longer capable of listening to much of anything, his body
and brain in full on beast mode. His hulking muscles strained as he railed
Connor's lips, a fire in his gorgeous emerald eyes as he reached a brawny
arm back and mashed Silas's face into his crotch. One of Rolf's pharaonic
nuts slid right into Silas's mouth and lodged itself there, Silas licking
and sucking like his life depended on it.

"Scheisse!" cried Rolf as both boys went to town on his cock and balls. He
slid his superlative sausage out from Connor's maw and pushed the sexy
blond jock downward.

With each of the roommates now gargling one of Rolf's stupendous nuts, Rolf
jacked his giant uncut monster and threw his head back in ecstasy. Sweat
was dripping from his pits and the dense nest of copper pubes around his
privates, leaving all three men intoxicated by its heady scent. Silas
managed to pull himself off from Rolf's gargantuan gonad and, with his mind
spinning, call over to Connor.

"Holy shit, dude," Silas said. "I think I know what Rolf needs--ooophhh!"

This last exclamation was in response to the German RA hold the back of
Silas's neck and smashing his bearded face into his loins, running the
boy's tongue all over his sac and taint.

But Connor was now able to get himself free. "What is it, man? This guy
seems totally gone--gluuuuppp!" (The last sound obviously in response to
Rolf shoving him crotch-ward as well)

Silas pulled back. "I think he wants to nut, bro--ummmfff!" And, almost of
his own accord, he dove back to licking.

"Of course!" said Connor. "He's telling us what he wants--nnngghhh!"

Both roommates were coming to the same realization, which was that they had
invited the hunky senior in for a stroke sesh but then hadn't asked him how
he liked to get off. How rude! Yet here he was, showing the college studs
just what he needed, which was a pair of supple mouths and velvet tongues
running all up and down his ass, taint, balls, shaft, and cockhead. Silas
figured he might as well help their new friend out and so offered his lips
up to the German's gigantic uncut boner, gulping down the copious precum
that was freely flowing from its flared end. Connor (who was just slightly
slower on the uptake) took a moment to recognize what he needed to do,
which was run his tongue along the length of Rolf's girthy pole and hairy
pouch, collecting any of the pre-jizz that Silas hadn't managed to slop up.

Before long, the studly college athletes were positioned on either side of
Rolf's magnificent member, their tongues swirling together as they gave him
a dual knob job. The husky RA had meanwhile managed to lodge a few fingers
in each of their asses, howling with delight as he got excellently serviced
by these two young hunks.

"Fuck yeah," said Silas, jacking his own johnson as Rolf's fingers plumbed
his backdoor. "I can taste that cum building up in your balls, bro."

"It's going to be great to watch it squirt all over the place," said
Connor, before running his tongue downward and sticking it deep in Rolf's
asshole.

"Dude, this pole is incredible," said Silas. "I can't believe you get to
play with it all the time."

"Hell yeah, man," continued Connor. "It's so big and so hard. You'll have
to come back so we have a chance to taste it again."

"And that ass, bro," said Silas. "I just want to shove my tongue in it all
the time."

"MMM... me too," said Connor. "Your hole tastes incredible."

"Though not as good as this sticky pre-nut!"

"I know, I can't get enough of that delicious sauce."

"I just want it all down my throat."

"Same, dude. Please, we're begging for your cum."

"Yeah, yeah, give us that hot nut!"

At that moment, the sensations and sounds permeating Rolf's psyche combined
together into a mind-melting experience. "Fuck, I'm gonna bust!!!" he
managed to scream.

"Oh yeah, stud!" called Connor.

"Come for us, bro!" said Silas.

A geyser of fresh raunch dressing began erupting from the end of Rolf's
outrageous erection, an absolute glut of sweet and sticky skeet, so profuse
that it seemed like a firehose of raw ball elixir. While grunting with
pleasure, the German fired out globs of hot man cream, which absolutely
covered Silas's beard and Connor's cheeks, their features awash in an
unspeakable volume of gooey junk spunk. Each stood up and, aroused beyond
measure, proceeded to flog their long dongs with simian unrestraint, their
assholes each still stuffed with Rolf's exploratory fingers. It didn't take
long for both Silas and Connor to reach a celestial simultaneous climax,
the roommates groaning and moaning and cursing to the high heavens as salty
nut came shooting out of their dick-ends. The flavorful jizm was quickly
guzzled down by Rolf, who had opened his mouth as wide as it would go in
order to stick out his tongue and feel the boy batter rain down like snow
before wrapping his lips around each knob in turn to collect as much of
that prime prong potion as he could.

Exhausted, all three plunked down on the ground, their faces still dripping
with ambrosial splooge. Silas and Connor French kissed their German RA,
rubbing their tongues together as their orgasms subsided.

"Holy hell!" said Connor. "That was so much fun!"

"Totally, man," agreed Silas. "And look, all three of our boners are gone!"

"Sweet!" said Connor. "Now we don't have to worry about getting them stuck
anymore."

"For sure, dude. I was worried there for a moment that you weren't going to
be able to get Rolf's huge dong off your face."

They high-fived one another, glad for the great job they'd done. Barely
able to process much more, let alone listen to their strange prattle, Rolf
grabbed both boys close and snuggled them as he fell asleep on their floor.

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