Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2022 13:50:42 -0400
From: Scott Frieh <annespeyer2187@gmail.com>
Subject: Hung Roomie (stand-alone story for Gay - College)

By Scott Frieh

This is a memory of my college roommate and his huge penis, which I never
saw, strictly speaking, but was aware of every day we lived together.


Three of us shared a small apartment at Columbia. Allen was a thin,
self-effacing nerd you might peg as a librarian, and in fact he was
studying library science. He was good-looking and strangely oblivious
about his body and sexuality. He'd sometimes wander through the apartment
in a t-shirt and tighty whities, a look that some guys might be able to
pull off but on Allen was obscene. The pouch of his tighties was packed
nearly to bursting and nothing was left to the imagination. He was in our
kitchen one night, without the t-shirt, showing a comically exaggerated
bulge when our third roommate, Vinnie, pointed and said, "What do you put
in there, socks?" Allen tried to laugh it off but clearly wanted to
vanish. "Nope, all me," he said. "Guy's half horse," said Vinnie. Allen
wandered back to his room and put on some gym shorts, and never appeared
in his undies again.


But even with shorts the situation wasn't very different. Often you could
clearly make out the ridge of his cock head, and always saw the swinging
bulk of his package. Whether you looked at it or deliberately ignored it,
it was a constant presence, like a fourth member of the household.


I was never aware of Vinnie jerking off, and I think I was discreet in my
habits, but the whole house was aware when Allen masturbated. He and
Vinnie shared the bedroom and I was in a tiny converted study. There was
one bathroom, and Vinnie and I always tried to use it before Allen each
morning, because he could go in to pee and be in there for 25 minutes.
For a quiet guy, he was a loud masturbator. After a while we'd start to
hear vigororous slapping, then little involuntary grunts, and then
full-on, drawn-out moaning when he was ejaculating.


Vinnie would cackle at the moaning and sometimes mimed the act of
ejaculating. When Allen emerged Vinnie would razz him -- "Everything good
in there? How's that banister? All polished? Okay, good man!"


Allen could be triggered sexually like a 16-year-old. One night the three
of us saw a sex scene on TV. It was steamy. There were surprising amounts
of the actress's (or her body double's) breasts, belly, and butt. Vinnie
was the typically raunchy male -- "Ooh, mama! I'll take some of that! Oh,
yeah!" and I played along, but Allen was silent and utterly riveted. (Had
he been with a girl before?) Very soon he had a full, very obvious
erection. It looked like a python had gotten into the apartment. He
shifted awkwardly, plucking at the fabric and trying to find a
comfortable position for all the dick. Then a commercial started and we
were confronted with a woman in a bikini emerging from the surf, jiggling
in slo-mo, and Allen excused himself, got up, and limped into the
kitchen. We heard him tear two paper towels off the roll, then, after a
pause, a third. Vinnie was grinning and he mouthed some words at me; we
heard the bedroom door close and lock, and Vinnie repeated, "I knew it!
As soon as we saw the sweat on those tits!"


We watched TV for ten more minutes, then Vinnie said, "Wait -- hold a
sec," and muted the set. Sure enough, the bedsprings were squeaking and
we heard a little "Ulp!" "There he goes," said Vinnie, triumphantly.
"That's our boy!" We watched the screen in silence as graphic sounds of
fapping filled the apartment. It was funny at first, but sex is
contagious. Allen was especially vocal that night and as his orgasm
approached I found my own cock swelling, and by the time he came, Vinnie
and I were both plucking at our fabric and shifting in our seats. My
boner is really small -- four and a quarter inches at its angriest -- but
Vinnie had a more serious challenge. "Jesus," he said. "I hope he cleans
up the ceiling."


After college Allen started dating my friend Cassie, who reported the
details of Allen's endowment to my fiancée. His hard cock was exactly
twice as long as mine and so thick she couldn't wrap her fingers around
it. The first time they had sex she sucked and jacked him off as long as
she could because she feared his dick would destroy her vagina. But when
he finally got it all the way inside her she had the first four orgasms
of her life. "I was pretty much crippled the next morning, but oh my God,
it was so worth it."