Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2020 16:14:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mark Tholtow <markmanscooter@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Freshmen College Roommate Chapters 7-8

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Chapter 7 - While Ray Was at Work

I woke up a few hours later feeling both better and worse. My hangover was
mostly gone but had been replaced with an equally sick feeling of dread. I
woke up feeling like my encounter with Ray had been a dream. A super horny
dream, granted, but not quite real. I couldn't believe I'd just slid off
the toilet while jacking off and sucked his cock. Holy shit.

I was so hard. The taste of his cum was still in my nose and mouth and
remembering the feeling of his cock when it started to pulse as I held his
balls was making me drip onto the sheets. I grabbed my dick and started
pumping it in long, tight strokes and quickly came again all over my hand
and my flat fuzzy belly. I licked the sticky wet cream off my hand. My own
cum was no longer good enough. I wanted it straight from the tap.

As soon as I'd cum, the feeling of dread returned. What will Ray do? Will
he hate me? Punch me in the face? Tell everyone? Oh, god, my life could be
over. I curled up in a ball and laid in bed for what felt like hours
imagining the worst.

Eventually I bored myself worrying. I had to distract myself. I pulled on a
pair of tighty whities and a black Pearl Jam T-shirt and walked upstairs. I
suddenly wanted to suck Eddie Vedder's cock too. WTF. I was surprised no
one was there except Kyle who was sprawled out on the couch watching
baseball. He had one leg stretched out on the seat cushions and one leg up
on the back. One arm was back behind his head and the other hand slid under
the waistband of his wrinkled boxers. His pit hair was so thick - it was
like black troll dolls were hiding under his arms.

I stood next to the couch and tried not to look at the clear view I had of
Kyle's fat purple cockhead and loose right nut at the edge of the leg
hole. "Jesus, would you put some shorts on?" I thought to myself. Why is
there a dick everywhere I look today? I wanted to climb over the arm of the
couch and lick the end of that plump, soft cock and make it get hard in my
mouth. I immediately popped a boner and quickly turned around and headed
into the kitchen before he noticed.

"You want a beer?" I asked. "I need a little hair of the dog."

"Sure" he said. "Get one from the Keg in the shower though - we need to
finish it off." He paused a moment and then added, "So did you get some
last night? I saw you making out with Kristin. Why didn't she stay?"

Kristin. Holy shit. I barely remember making out with her. I remember
taking off her bra and getting my hand in her panties. God, those tits are
perfect. My cock got even harder. What happened? I was more wasted than I
thought last night.

"She went downstairs with you. You asked to borrow my bong and took off
with her" Kyle said.

"Well that might explain why I woke up naked from the waist down. I'm
pretty sure I passed out on her though. I think I'd remember getting my
dick wet - especially with her. I hope she forgives me. I was so
baked. It's really your fault I didn't get laid, fucker" I said
half-smiling as I brought out the beer. I'd forgotten about my boner. Fuck.

"Dude. You fucking horn dog. Just talking about her gave you wood. You
definitely did not get any last night. That's what we, in the sports field,
call a missed opportunity" Kyle said.

"No shit. I wonder if I'll get another shot at it?" I said now feeling
bummed but also relieved that I had another reason for the tent in my
underwear.

"Is Ray still sleeping?" Kyle asked.

"No, he had to work at 10:00."

"Wow, that's brutal. He was feeling no pain last night. He went to bed
alone too though." Kyle said. "That boy needs to get laid. He could have
had literally any girl at the party last night. They were practically
throwing their panties at him."

"Like Tom Jones?" I said.

"Tom who?" Kyle asked.

"You know, the British - never mind. Ray's got too much catholic guilt." I
said.

"Well blow jobs aren't a sin, are they? That's what my junior high
girlfriend said anyway. They'd have lined up to give him head too." He
said.

"You got blown in junior high?" I asked but it was more of a jealous
statement.

"Every goddamned day, bro! My very first girlfriend, Maggie. She loved
sucking my dick. Haven't really had as good a one since actually. I'd enjoy
the half-assed ones now a lot more if it wasn't for her. She set the bar so
fucking high."

"Did she eventually give it up for you?" I asked, now throbbing at the
movie in my head of someone sucking Kyle's junior high boner.

"Nope. I was a total dick. I broke up with her because she wouldn't fuck
me. I'd just turned 14 for Christ's sakes and getting the best head of my
life. So stupid. I'd been jacking off since I was ten though. I was
impatient. I got laid in about four days after we broke up. An older
girl. It was hot - I'm not complaining; I was pretty fucking proud of
myself. But when you're used to getting head every day, I was a little
bummed to go back to my hand for my regular relief; you know what I mean?"

Kyle had gotten hard reliving the loss of his virginity. I had to keep my
eyes on the game. The players big cup-covered crotches were not
helping. Everywhere I looked was a reminder of the fact that I'd just
sucked a cock. Listening to Kyle talk about his fourteen-year-old self
having sex was making my dick drip. I was also pretty sure that my newly
acquired blow job skills would not be up to Maggie's standards, but I still
wanted to try.

"Yeah, I hit puberty early too - fifth grade. I had to wait longer. My
first blow job was at 15 - almost 16. Also, a catholic girl so no pussy for
another two years."

"Bet you made up for lost time though" Kyle said with a gleam in his eye as
he slid his hand further down into his boxers and jokingly poked his boner
through the fly and aimed it at me.

It was all I could do not to climb over the arm of the couch and stick it
in my mouth. I probably would have if I hadn't already cum twice. I needed
to get a grip - figuratively.

The dread took over again. What if Ray tells Kyle? Kyle will tell
everyone. I might as well just go down on him right now - he's about to
find out anyway. My life is over. My great summer is completely fucked. I
might have to transfer. Why won't my boner go down? The precum spot was now
the size of a silver dollar.

"Jesus - did you cum in your shorts or do you just leak like a fucking
garden hose?"

I looked down pretending I hadn't noticed. "Oh, yeah -I precum a lot - it's
great for lube but it's embarrassing. If I get horny in class or the
library or something and get boned up, I'm guaranteed to have a wet
spot. It sucks. I either look like a perv or like I don't know how to take
a piss."

"You are a perv." Kyle said.

He had no idea.

"I think I'll go take care of this." I said, grabbing my boner through my
briefs and hoping Kyle would tell me to just stay here and join him.

Instead he said, "You sure you don't want to sit here and shoot another
load across the table?"

"It's your turn." I said smiling. I wanted badly to Jack off with Kyle and
see what happened but didn't want to seem too eager and literally didn't
trust myself not to drop to my knees again and suck his big dick with my
nose in his troll doll bush.

"Go wack off then, perv - but bring another beer down with you. We need to
finish that keg so we can use the shower again." Kyle said.

"You can use mine for now if you want to." I said, hoping he'd come down
naked later and walk past my door.

"Ok. Thanks. Enjoy yourself."

I grabbed two more taps from the keg and brought one to Kyle as I headed
downstairs.

Because I'm a perv now I decided to wait a few minutes and then go see if
he was jacking off too. He seemed pretty horny. I turned on some music loud
enough to cover the sounds of me coming back up the stairs. After about
five minutes I slowly worked my way up. There was a spot at the top of the
stairs where I could see Kyle on the couch from the chest down. Sure
enough, he had already pulled his boxers off and was slowly stroking his
cock. I watched as his arm motions got faster and faster. It looked like he
was going to cum and then he stopped and played with his balls. Apparently,
Kyle was a master edger.

Then, mid-stroke, he got up and started walking toward the hall. Fuck! I
quickly stepped back down several steps and pretended to be walking back
upstairs.

Kyle jumped when he saw me. "Fuck! Jesus - you scared the shit out of me!"

"Sorry, I finished my beer and needed another one already." I said as I
stared down at his huge cock just bouncing around. "Looks like you decided
to take care of business too."

"Yeah, well, I was already boned up." He smiled. "But I decided I needed a
hit." He hesitated a second and then added, "You need one too?"

Truthfully, I couldn't have cared less, but if it meant getting to watch
him jack off, then fuck yeah, I wanted as many hits as it takes him to
squirt his load.

"Sure. Why not." I said casually but I kept leaking precum and you could
now see the outline of my cock head as it strained against my briefs.

"You gonna shoot on the table, perv?"

"Jesus, let it go, dude"

I pulled off my briefs and sat down while Kyle went to grab his stash.

"Comfortable?" Kyle asked when he came back. His cock was a little less
hard now but still bobbing around as he carried his paraphernalia. He
seemed a little shocked and annoyed to see me naked and hard, casually
twisting my palm around the head of my dick. It was making an audible
squishing sound. He'd already caught me like this watching porn and seemed
cool. I wondered why this was different.

"Um, yeah. You're naked." I said. "I thought it'd be more comfortable." He
did not look comfortable. He looked a little disgusted actually, like he'd
just nearly stepped in dog shit.

"What?" I said. "I didn't plan on stopping just to take a hit, did you?
You're around naked guys all the time."

"Not lubed up and rock hard, Marky Mark." He replied.

"You never jerked off with buddies?" I asked.

"No" he said, quickly and emphatically. "Well...once with my older brother
and his best friend - but that was when they showed me how after I caught
them when I was ten. They did it all the time, though." He paused. "It's
cool, I guess. Whatever." He didn't seem that cool.

"I've done it a few times. Boy Scouts. The locker room. It's no big
deal. Kinda fun to talk about what's hot with other guys. Compare
notes. I've never done it without porn though" I lied. "We might have to
switch this baseball off." I laughed.

This was more awkward than I'd anticipated. I needed to Bro this up a
bit. "Did I tell you about Kristin's tits, man? Holy shit, dude, they are
amazing. She should be in Penthouse."

"Nice!" Kyle said, more enthusiastically, while packing a bowl. "You at
least get a finger in?"

"Yeah, but that's about the last thing I remember." I said as I channel
surfed for something hot while Kyle stoked up the lighter - one of those
cool new butane lighters that look like a little mini blow torch. There was
nothing remotely sexy on TV on a Sunday afternoon. I just flipped it back
to the game and watched some more baseball players adjust themselves.

The first hit made my head buzz and made me much more relaxed. I leaned
back, closed my eyes and stroked a little, not paying any attention to
Kyle. Then I glanced over at him. He was holding his breath and stroking,
he paused for a second and exhaled, then resumed his rhythm.

After a couple more hits I was wasted. Kyle seemed unfazed. His tolerance
is high - pun intended. Now it was my turn to be too baked to stop
staring. I couldn't take my eyes off that huge cock. His thick bush fanned
out wide across his crotch and his big hairy balls slowly bounced up and
down with each stroke.

"Your dick is so big." I said.

"I guess." Kyle said.

"What do you mean you guess?" I said. "C'mon, you have a porn star
dick. Was it always big?"

"Ok, yeah, I had a pretty big dick even before puberty, but at about 12, it
got to about the size it is now. No shit. Picture 12-year-old me with this
boner. Everyone noticed it back then. Every time I changed at the pool I
got stared at. I was cocky about it. It's why I wanted to get laid so bad."

"I can't believe that junior high girl could blow you." I said.

"Yeah, I had no idea how good I had it."  He said. "Maggie had no gag
reflex at all."

"This is gonna sound weird, but can I grab it? I wanna see what it feels
like to have a cock that big." I said in the most complimentary yet casual
way I could.

"You wanna feel what it's like to have a porn star dick?" He asked all
cocky and laughing. "I guess. Go ahead." And he took his hands away and put
them behind his head.

OMG. He is so hot. I reached over and grabbed it- a little like it was a
science project and we were in lab. I held it tight and pumped it up and
down a few times. It was all I could do not to put it in my
mouth. Fortunately, he doesn't precum at all or I'd have given in right
then.

"Wow" I said.

I cupped his ball sac with my other hand and felt the weight of them rise
and fall with each stroke.

Kyle groaned and grabbed for his pipe and lighter and took another hit,
clearly enjoying the sensation of smoking while being stroked. He took a
deep hit, leaned back and closed his eyes. I just kept stroking him as he
exhaled. He was clearly lost in the pleasure. He started lifting his ass
off the couch and fucking my fist. His balls tightened up. I shifted on the
couch and straddled his legs. While his eye were still closed, I lined up
my cock with his, grabbed them both and starting pumping them together.

Kyle exhaled and coughed. Kyle never coughed. He was a professional. He
immediately opened his eyes and looked like a deer in the
headlights. "What's this?" He asked like a father who'd just found a
scratch on his car.

"What? I wanted to stroke too - my cock is so hard it hurts, man. I hate
doing it left-handed and you seemed close to cumming. Want me to stop?" I
asked. That was the lamest rationalization ever, but Kyle was baked so
apparently bought it.

"Not a fan of the left hand either." He said, shaking his head and then
took another hit. He leaned back again with his eyes closed. "That actually
feels pretty cool. My brother and his buddy used to jack like this. I guess
this is why." He said without opening his eyes and he spread his legs a
little wider. I just stared down at our cocks together. Mine was actually
fatter than his. It looked so hot. My boner was leaking all over, making
both our cocks wet and slippery.

"Damn." He said. "You make enough lube for both of us." I just kept
stroking.

Without any warning, he arched his back and let loose with the biggest cum
shot I'd ever seen in real life. He really could be a porn star. It rivaled
Peter North. I started cumming the second I saw his jizz hit his face. I
shot three times across his chest. Pretty good for my third time in five
hours. I thought he'd freak but was apparently too stoned. My last two
shots dribbled down my hand and mixed with the last of his load.

"I need another beer. Fire up another hit, man." I said, hopping off the
couch, trying to be really casual. I grabbed my briefs and tossed them on
his chest as a cum rag. He looked confused for a second and then started
cleaning himself up. I grabbed his beer glass and headed to the keg.

Damn - that was super fucking hot. My boner was still dripping cum all the
way down the hall. When I got to the bathroom, I slurped up our joint cum
off my hand like I was licking the last of the frosting off a spoon. In the
span of half a day, I'd tasted both roommate's jizz. My dick would not go
down.

I came back out and Kyle was surprisingly still naked. I'd assumed he'd
have freaked out a little and at least put his boxers back on. Good thing
he was high. We just hung out naked on the couch watching the rest of the
game. Naked and relaxed.


Chapter 8 - Ray's Back

I'd almost forgotten about the dread when I heard Ray's car pull into the
driveway. I got a knot in my stomach having no idea what would happen
next. He came in to find Kyle and me still on the couch, now in our
underwear and tee shirts again and still watching baseball - just a
different game.

"Hey, Bud." Said Kyle. I smiled and held out a beer.

"Hey guys. So, we're back at it?" Ray said, in pretend parental disapproval
at our day drinking.

"Never stopped." Kyle said, not looking away from the game.

"I'm barely recovered from last night." Ray said.

"Chug it!" Kyle said. "You have catching up to do."

Ray grabbed the beer from my hand and guzzled it down. So far so good. He'd
made eye contact. He didn't seem pissed.

"Happy?" Ray said, looking at Kyle after he'd gulped some down.

"Gettin' there, Bud." Kyle replied. "Wanna hit?"

"Nah, I'm good for a while." Ray said. Ray never smoked weed but somehow
always managed to decline it as if he'd just had his tenth hit with Bob
Marley and couldn't possibly take another one. Kyle looked at me and smiled
and handed me the pipe. Damn. I did not need any more. Keeping up with Kyle
is exhausting. I feel like I need rehab.

"I'm good too." I said.

Ray sat in the fake leather recliner and started to undress, complaining
about how hot it was. He pulled off his work boots and stripped down to his
tighty whities and a wife beater leaving his work clothes in a pile at his
feet. Another good sign - he didn't feel uncomfortable around me in his
underwear.

We hung out for a while, ordered Dominos, and watched First Blood on cable
for at least the third time that month.

"I'm falling asleep guys." Kyle said as he grabbed his stash. "I'm headed
to bed" and he walked back to his room.

"Sounds good." I said. "I'm partied out. See you guys tomorrow." The dread
was almost gone. Ray was acting completely normal. It was as if nothing had
happened. I headed down to my room, took a piss, brushed my teeth and
crawled into bed very relieved.

Then I heard footsteps down the stairs. Ray came and stood in my door in a
towel and said, "You ok if I take another shower?"

"Yeah, of course. Go for it. Long-ass day, man." I said looking at the
bulge under his towel through my half open eyes in the dark. He turned and
left for my bathroom pulling off the towel as he did so I could see his
beautiful fuzzy ass cheeks as he walked away. Was that on purpose? He left
the door open and I heard him take a loud leak aimed right at the center of
the bowl. I pictured his cock with a stream of golden piss and got hard
again picturing him shaking it off. What is wrong with me?

A few minutes later I heard the shower shut off and then after another
couple of minutes, quiet footsteps on my bedroom carpet. I opened my eyes
to see Ray standing at the side of my bed holding his towel on. His cock
was bigger than before and aimed over to his left hip underneath the tight
fabric.

"Ray?" I said sort of sleepily with barely open eyes. "What's up, man?"

He let the towel drop to the floor and I watched as his already plump cock
slowly sprung up to full mast. He took a step toward me. I looked up at his
face trying to get a read. He looked scared - like a little kid. I reached
out and took hold of his hard cock. I pulled myself up on my elbow and
wrapped my lips around the head.

Fuck, he tasted like heaven - like youth - like manhood - so clean and
sweet. He moaned and sunk to his knees on the edge of the mattress. I
couldn't believe what was happening. This morning I was drunk - drunk with
lust and urgency and fear. Now I was relaxed and able to savor the
experience.

"Come up here." I said as I rolled onto my back and motioned for him to
climb up on the bed.

Silently, he did what I suggested. He climbed up and straddled my chest
with his cock just inches from my face. I felt his balls on my furry chest
and his hairy inner thighs across my hard nipples.

"Grab the headboard and go for it." I said as I reached through his legs
with one hand and slid my fingers up his fuzzy blonde crack until I reached
his ass cleavage with my middle finger and pulled him toward me. I stuck
out my tongue and he slid his cock into my open mouth and slowly started to
fuck my face. It was so hot watching his bushy blonde pubes come at me and
then back away. Back and forth. I held him in my mouth so I could savor the
smell of his bush mashed up against my face. I took him easily this time
all the way to the base and felt him leak his sweet prejizz onto my
tongue. I licked across his balls a couple of times and started sucking
hard. It felt so amazing and natural. I looked up and watched his beautiful
chest writhing back and forth as his biceps flexed with each pump forward
as he held onto the headboard. His loose balls were hitting my chin with
each stroke until they'd pulled up tight against his cock and I could no
longer feel them. He must be getting close, I thought.

Then he stopped and pulled his boner out of my mouth. I felt empty and
lonely and craned my neck to reach his dick. But he was backing up - and
sliding downward. His left arm pit was in my face and I instinctively
raised up to smell him and feel his curly blonde pit hair on my nose and
lips. I stuck my tongue out and tasted his brand-new sweat at the same time
I felt his boner drag down the center of my abs until I could feel our
cocks together.

"Oh, fuck yeah." Ray whispered and started grinding his cock against
mine. He held himself up in a push-up position and humped into my groin
with his. I'd never felt anything so hot and primal. He looked me in the
eyes for the first time. I opened my mouth a little and he lowered his
mouth onto mine. His stubble was course and rough against my cheeks. It
made me feel like cumming. We started making out like crazy - tongues
intertwined - aggressively slobbering everywhere with our mouths wide open.

Then he shocked me - even more. He slid down further and took my slippery,
wet cock in his mouth. "Oh my god, you taste so good." He mumbled with my
dick head still in his mouth. He licked up the underside and engulfed my
head and swirled his tongue around the ridge. Then he started bobbing up
and down on it. His garbled voice said, "It's so soft. And so hard."
Exactly what I'd thought just hours before.

"Fuck yeah." I said. "Precum tastes awesome and I have a lot of it for
you...teeth, buddy." We both started laughing at the memory of the morning
that felt like so long ago now. He kept going and was much smoother. He had
reached down and was jacking his cock as he sucked me. Then he climbed back
up and started grinding our cocks together again - all slippery and wet. He
slid down and stuck his boner under my balls and I moved my legs together
tightly around it so he could fuck my thighs.

"Ugggh - that's gonna make me cum." He said, as if to himself, and he
pulled out and slid his cock back and forth against mine again. That was
getting me close now. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and pulled his
legs apart with my heels. Then I reached down to grab his perfectly fuzzy
ass and slide my middle fingers from each hand down his sweaty crack until
I felt his hole. His ass was clenching and so muscular, but the light blond
fuzz made it soft as well. A few more thrusts and he let out a low,
guttural grunt like he'd just been sacked on the field and started shooting
his load between us.

That triggered my orgasm and I shot my fourth load of the day, mixing my
jizz with his. I slid down underneath him until my mouth reached his dick
again and sucked his sloppy head into my mouth. His cock was covered in our
cum and I had all over my mouth and face. I was sucking the last drops out
of him until he raised his ass up and pulled out.

"I can't take anymore." He said as he collapsed on top of me. We laid there
and said nothing for what felt like a long time.

"I'm so glad you're not pissed about this morning." I said, not sure why
that was first thing out of my mouth.

"I was thinking about that all day at work." Ray said. "I didn't know what
I'd do when I got home but I didn't think it would be this."

I wasn't sure exactly what he meant. I'm not sure he knew either.

"Definitely not pissed." Ray said smiling, and then after another long
pause, "We cannot tell Kyle."

"Definitely not." I said