Date: Tue, 14 May 2019 08:56:42 -0400
From: faultyfurnace@gmail.com
Subject: Playing with College Roommate Part 3

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       We got back into the city just as rush hour was starting to get
really bad. I was glad we weren't getting stuck on the highways; it was
already hot enough without sitting in a line of idling cars. Not that our
unairconditioned house was any relief from the heat. We flopped down onto
the couch, hardly able to move in the hot, humid air, laying there in
silence for a few minutes.
       "Let's just go to the bar man," said Gavin. "At least it's cool in
there."
       "Yeah, let's do it," I agreed.
       "The Garage?" he asked. He had his hands on top of his head, airing
out his armpits. I could see the tufts of hair poking out the sleeves, and
could smell the spicy musk of the sweat staining his shirt.
       "Sounds good to me!"
       We made our way back out onto the street, walking slowly down the
sidewalk. This bar was only a few blocks away, and also didn't card half
the time. Luckily, this was one of those times. This place was a lot bigger
than the bar we were at last night. At the entrance was a bar with wrap
around seating, and behind that was a second room with tables and dart
boards, while even further back was a third room reserved for the pool
tables. The place probably had a total of four windows in all three rooms,
and was kept air conditioned. It was like a giant, cold cave of a bar, and
we had it nearly to ourselves.
       Grabbing our drinks, we made our way to the pool tables in the far
back. I started setting up a round, looking up at Gavin as I racked the
balls.
       "Ready to have your ass beaten?" He grinned.
       "It's fucking on!"
       We played pool together a lot, and were pretty well practiced, so
the games were all pretty even, but ultimately after probably ten rounds
and four drinks a piece I came out the winner of our little tournament, and
we decided to sit down and relax for a while, chain smoking cigarettes and
working on another beer.
       "So man, can I ask what inspired your uh... little show earlier?" I
ventured. We hadn't talked about it at all since getting in the car, and I
guess with the liquid courage I felt brave enough to try and talk to him
about it. He sort of blushed a little, and grinned
       "Truly man? I don't really know. Maybe I just like showing off or
something? I really didn't think that other dude was gonna come in,
though. But it did kinda give me more of a rush."
       "Yeah, I know what you mean. Besides," I ventured, "it looked like
you have a lot to show off." That was definitely the beer talking. He just
grinned back at me, looking right in my eyes.
       "Ha! Thanks man. Bet you didn't think it, me being so short and
all."
       "You're not that short, man. And dude, I can't believe you don't
always have girls hanging off that thing." He just shrugged resignedly in
response.
       "Never manage to seal the deal, man. I've only hooked up with, like,
three girls!" I couldn't believe that when I heard it.
       "Wait, what??"
	"Yeah, all girlfriends in high school. Still haven't gotten with
anyone in college."
	"Well, once you get with one, I'm sure word will get out about
that," I gestured to his crotch, "and besides, until then you always have
public showers for a thrill!"
	"Fuck you!" he laughed at me.
	"You know, that guy back there totally would have given you a
blowjob," I teased him, hoping I'd maybe be able to judge his reaction to
the idea.
	"No way man! Really?" He had a look of disbelief on his face.
	"Yeah, I saw him getting hard in his shorts when he saw it. You
were just too embarrassed to look at him!"
	"Well he startled the shit out of me man! But fuck..." he had a
sort of distant, slightly expression, like he was thinking wistfully about
something. "Maybe if I'd known that could have happened I wouldn't have
bolted so quickly..."
	I was working up the courage to ask him if he'd ever actually let a
guy suck him off, but as I was about to speak a group of three loud jocks
came into the back, setting up their own game of pool and shutting me up. I
was not about to ask something like that in front of those guys, and it
looked like Gavin had similarly decided the conversation was over for the
time being, snapping out of his little daze and taking a long drink of his
beer.
	"Let's play some more pool man!"
	By the time we left, we'd played another dozen rounds of pool,
drinking pretty heavily throughout. The sun had long since set, and we
stumbled our way back to the house. Gavin seemed to be pretty wasted,
judging from his movements, and when we got home he immediately chugged a
few glasses of water.
	"It's too fucking hot in here man!" he loudly slurred, and began to
strip down to his underwear. I was pretty drunk too, and decided to follow
suit. We flopped drunkenly down onto the couch into just our boxer briefs,
turning on the TV to some random shit and packing up a bong. We were both
covered in sweat, our underwear bulging with the heft of our heat relaxed
cocks and balls.
	"Dude, I'm fucking wasted," Gavin said, before taking a massive hit
and proceeding to cough his lungs up. I just laughed stupidly at him while
he coughed and got his breath back, choking out a huge plume of white
smoke.
	"Fuck that was too much man," he wheezed. "Goddamn." He grabbed his
glass of water and chugged it down.
	"Yeah man, you basically finished half that bowl," I said. I took
the remaining hit while he kept coughing a little, and went upstairs to the
bathroom. While I was taking a long piss, I thought about how wild the past
day had been, and how much I'd been able to see and hear of Gavin. Part of
me was happy just to be the voyeur to his horny antics, while another part
of me wanted to see how much I could join in with him. I just didn't want
to push anything or make it weird, as above all he was just a good friend
to me. Plus, we were roommates, and I didn't want a messy situation to
develop. Pondering these thoughts, I went back downstairs, where Gavin had
passed out on the couch, the TV still playing. I stumbled over to him,
grabbing his shoulder and giving him a little shake, but only got a soft
groan. I shook a little harder, and he groaned a little louder. I heard a
super sleepy and muffled,
	"Just lemme sleep here man." I just sighed.
	"Let's get you on your side at least," I said. I got a bucket from
the kitchen, and manhandled him from where he was sitting up leaning
against the armrest down onto the length of the couch, resting his head on
its side above the bucket in case he threw up or something. It seemed like
he might be that drunk. Throughout the process of physically handling him,
he offered only mild protests, mostly content to be laid out in a more
comfortable position. I couldn't help but admire the feel of his muscle as
I moved him, how warm he was being so close, the musky, spicy smell of his
sweat. And of course the mound of his underwear encased genitals, shifting
into different angles as I moved him, his cock visibly flopping around and
jostling with his big balls. I'd moved him into this position with my hands
under his armpits, essentially dragging him down that way, and I took a
quick smell of them, covered in his sweat, my cock throbbing at the smell.
	Gavin had pretty much passed right back out once I got him onto his
side, and I could hear his breathing evening out as he fell deep into
sleep, a blissful expression on his face as he started to snore. I was so
drunk and horny, I just stood there for several long minutes, getting a
good eyeful of my hot, nearly naked friend. His grey boxer briefs looked a
little damp, and I could clearly see a darker stain under his balls, where
he must have been sweating the heaviest. I was so horny I couldn't think
straight, and drunkenly decided to try and see how far I could go here. All
I wanted was to smell his crotch, get a really good whiff of his spicy musk
straight from the dirtiest source.
	I gave his shoulder a light shake, which got no response from
him. He was way too passed out to notice anything. I slowly, quietly got to
my knees on the couch beside him, leaning in towards his clothed mound. At
this angle, I could distinctly see where his cockhead bulged, and the swell
of his large balls below it. The smell of him was so much stronger here,
between his legs. I could feel the heat of his genitals above my forehead
as I inhaled deeply near his taint, smelling the raunchy stink of his hairy
ass mixed with the spicy, sexual musk of precum and stale piss. I reached
out my trembling hand, and lightly groped his package, feeling the heat as
I kneaded and tugged at his cock and balls. I was so beyond horny at this
point, I wasn't sure how far I'd go with this. I glanced at his face, his
eyes were still tightly closed and he'd started snoring louder, a good sign
that he wasn't waking any time soon.
	I reached my hands up to the waistband of his underwear, and slowly
started to pull them up and over the mound of his genitals. His wild bush
was the first thing to come into sight, then the thick base of his soft
cock, then finally I was pulling the underwear below his balls. The warm
night had his balls hanging lower than I'd seen them in the showers,
stretching out the hairy sac. His fat cockhead at the end of his thick 6
inches of soft shaft was hanging just as low as his balls were, a
substantial package which now smelled so much stronger than before. I
leaned in close, staring at the soft, moist looking head and his wrinkled
sac, and inhaled deeply, my cock raging hard as I got drunk off the sweat
and musk. I needed to taste it.
	I slowly stuck out my tongue and took a single swipe of his
cockhead, stopping to gauge his reaction. Nothing. Feeling bolder, I
shifted down and gave one of his balls several long licks, feeling the
coarse hair on my tongue and the smooth skin as his testicle shifted. It
tasted amazing, slightly salty with a hint of booze and piss. I just
continued to slowly lick his balls, coating his sac with my
spit. Occasionally, I would take one in my mouth and softly suck on it, not
hard enough to wake him but hard enough to feel the heft and weight of it
in my mouth.
	I kept glancing up at his face sleeping face, hoping my actions
weren't waking him. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and he'd flip out on
me if he woke up, but it was like a switch had flipped in my brain, drunk
and crazed with lust for him. I kept licking and sniffing around his sweaty
genitals, heart pounding in my chest, slowly pulling on my rock hard dick
through my underwear and leaking precum like crazy. He would sigh
occasionally, but was still asleep, snoring heavily for the most part.
	Soon enough, his cock began to fill out, slowly inflating with
blood as I gently stimulated it. I watched in amazement as it filled out,
growing thicker and longer. I licked up the thick, pulsing underside of his
shaft before taking just his fat head in my mouth and sucking softly,
keeping my eyes on his face the whole time. He groaned a little at that
sensation, but his eyes stayed closed and he quickly resumed snoring once I
swiftly took him out of my mouth. With shaking fingers, I reached out to
grasp the column of thick flesh. It curved upwards slightly, and pulsed
with his heartbeat. I couldn't manage to close my hand around it, it was so
thick. I slowly pumped my fist up and down, feeling how the soft skin moved
over his hardness, and the way his big, cum filled balls shifted in the
hairy sac. Soon, a drop of precum appeared at his piss slit. I couldn't
resist and quickly lapped up the sweet, sticky fluid. By now he was leaking
a constant stream of the stuff, which I swirled around the underside of his
cock head, earning another moan in his sleep. By now my slow strokes were
accompanied by a soft, squelching sound as his cock became coated in
precum.
	I got up off my knees, and carefully got on the couch, kneeling in
between his legs and moving close to wrap my hands around our cocks,
smashing them together. I began stroking us together, feeling his length as
it slid against mine, shivering with excitement. I could tell he was close
by how tightly his balls had pulled to the base of his cock, and yet he was
still fast asleep, snoring and occasionally moaning as I stimulated the
sensitive glans. I took grabbed his balls, swirling them against mine, and
began quickly swirling my thumb around his engorged cockhead, an angry red
color by now. After just a few minutes of this, his hips began bucking up
unconsciously as his orgasm overtook him.
	He let out one long, loud groan as he began to cum in his sleep,
his wide piss slit opening up and spraying thick loads of cum out onto his
chest. With considerable force they splatted against his skin, coating his
hairy stomach and even reaching as far as his beard on some shots. Seeing
his heavy load pouring out onto him set me off too, and I began to cum,
aiming at his stomach as I shot my own copious load. The last few shots
dribbled onto the shaft of his cock and his thick bush, gobs of semen
laying on the thick, curly hair. I stayed in position as the last waves of
pleasure left me, watching our cocks slowly deflate. The amount of cum
coating his stomach was almost obscene, and I carefully leaned down to
start licking it off him. His breathing had returned to normal, and it
seemed like he'd completely gone back to sleep after his huge cum. I
slowly, almost lovingly, licked up the cum from his furry stomach and
pubes, gathering it all and savoring the taste of our mixed semen. I popped
the head in my mouth and gently sucked out any remaining bit of cum,
flicking my tongue around the still slightly engorged head. By the time I
was done, he was all cleaned up, his hairy stomach a little matted down
with my spit. I carefully tucked his massive junk back into his underwear,
and quietly crept up the stairs. I'd saved some of our cum in my mouth, and
spat it onto my still hard cock when I got up into my room, quickly jerking
out another pretty big load to the memory of what I'd just done. I knew I
needed to do more of this with him, he was just too hot to resist, but I
wondered how I could make it happen again, and how much farther I could
go. I also wondered if he might remember any of this when he woke up the
next morning, and what he might do. Maybe he'd even be down for more?