Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2020 20:29:02 -0400
From: st950296@gmail.com
Subject: Roommate Service 1

Gay Dorm 1: Roommate Service

Tom came back to the dorm room early, threw his lab book on the bed and
flopped down.

"What's up, man.  Your lab lasts till five."

"This is a helluva a way to start the semester."

"What do you mean?"  I closed my book and leaned back on one elbow.  Tom
stretched out on his bed.  I was just in my Jockeys to be comfortable while
I read, so I crossed my legs and felt my cock begin to warm between my
thighs.  Being close to Tom just did that to me. "What happened?"

"Oh man, the assistant makes the lab assignments and he puts me with this
new guy Ali.  We were starting the experiment and we were side by side
reading the directions, and I was so turned on -- I mean being so close --
wanted to grab his cock right there in the lab -- I couldn't stand it.  So
I said I felt like throwing up, maybe the flu, and split.  I don't know
what it was about him, but I've got the worst case of blue balls in my
life."

Tom always said whatever he was thinking as soon as it came to him.

	"I'm going down to the john to jack off."  He got up and moved
toward the door.

	"Hang on.  I was just there and the woman who cleans was mopping
up.  Somebody got sick."

	"Damn, she won't be any help."  Tom flopped down again.  Moments
passed and I could see his breathing slow.  I could also see the bulge in
his crotch and watched it rise.  He began to stroke it, his eyes still
closed as if he'd forgotten I was there.  I watched fascinated as his cock
swelled and pushed against the fabric of his jeans.  Was he thinking of
Ali? I felt my own cock grow warmer and begin to swell.  Before I knew what
I was doing, I said, "Hey, you want a hand?"

 	Tom stopped stroking and there was a long silence between us.  I
could feel my cock begin to shrink.  `What a way to start the semester with
a new roommate,' I thought.  I turned away from the sight of his full
basket and watched sidelong, waiting for what he would say.  Slowly he
opened his eyes and rose up on one elbow.  He looked surprised.  Our eyes
met.

	"You mean it?"  I held my breath and nodded.

	"Wow, man, that would be awesome."  He moved quickly to the door
and locked it.  "We don't want anyone busting in.  Nick was on watch when I
came back."  He turned and leaned back against the door.  "I mean, it will
just be like help between two brothers, right?"

	I sighed with relief. "Right."

There was another pause as our eyes locked.  He'd never said we were
brothers. I could see the anticipation grow in his face as if relief was in
reach.  My reach.  I could feel my own cock grow stiffer and press against
my Jockeys.

"Where do you want it?" I asked.

	Tom smiled, raised his eyebrows in that cocky way of his and
stroked, "Right here, where do you think."

	I shrugged and half smiled back.  "I mean, you wanna sit or stand
or what?"  I felt like a middle schooler.

	"How about right here on home base," he moved towards me and sat in
my desk chair.  "Then we can play balls."

	"Whatever you say. I'm just here to help," His mouth broke into a
big grin.

Tom leaned back in my chair and swiveled toward me.  "Try this," as he
spread his knees, unzipped his fly and undid his belt.  He lifted his hips
to free his jeans and pulled them halfway down.  I knelt between his legs
and put my right hand on the big bulge in his tight white underwear, the
kind that doesn't have a fly, just a pouch with his cock now stretching it
so tight I could see that he was hung, really hung.  I felt a little one
down.  For a moment I wondered if I'd be able to get all of him in my
mouth, but then I caught myself.  This was jacking off, not a full-blown
blowjob.  Just college roommate service, nothing more.  All this went
rushing through my mind as the aroma of his crotch rose and I inhaled him,
sweat, musk and more.  It was intoxicating.  I wanted desperately to see
and feel the real cock, no cloth, no jeans, just meat, real meat hard and
smelly and sweet.  Feel such a live member for the first time in my life.

	"You OK?" he asked.

	"Sure."

	"You ever done this before?"

	"Sure," I lied.

	"OK, so -- do it to me, roomie."  He ran his hand through my hair
and pulled me closer.

	I pulled down his whities and his cock sprang upright.  "Oh yeah,"
he sighed.  It was a full seven inches and bobbed as it throbbed, thick,
uncut and beautiful, not twelve inches from my mouth and straining to
explode.  He watched me as I gazed at his prize, the size of it, the beauty
of it.  I was paralyzed with envy and wonder.  He smiled proudly, he liked
being admired.

	"Not bad, huh?  I get a lot of roving eyes in the shower, but I
don't get hard like this."

	"I never noticed before, but not bad at all.  Would have been
wasted on the cleaning woman."

	"You saved me from that.  Come on, let's play balls."  Pause.  He
leaned into me, maybe eight inches away, just a hot cock length I thought.
"It's still OK with you to do it, right?  I mean, we're not gay or
anything."

"No, no.  It's just like well -- room service -- that's why I offered."

"Yeah, right.  So go ahead, I really ache."



I pushed his clothes down to his ankles and he kicked them off, smiling a
seductive come-on, and he spread his legs even wider, showcasing his uncut
masterpiece, cock and balls of an Adonis, to die for.  He smiled again
smugly and I knew that he really loved being on display.  His confidence
was infectious, strange to me, but relaxing, even liberating, as if
everything I wanted to do to him was in range.  I was frozen for a moment.

	"Come on, you know, touch me."  I wrapped by fingers around his
cock.  It was thick, pulsing and hot.  His foreskin looked like a dark
wrinkled bud on top of his shaft hiding his cockhead and his real colors.
I'd never seen a real foreskin up close.  "OK, now move the skin up and
down real slow."

	I moved his foreskin up and down real slow so his crown appeared
through the skin as if it was blooming, then disappeared and bloomed again,
each time a little redder, a little hotter.  His shaft was long and thick
in my hands, the skin was smooth and silky.  I felt as if his heat was
traveling up my arm and right into my own cock.  After five or six strokes,
a drop of pearl emerged in the slit of his cock and held there like an
invitation.  Another stroke and another, and the pearl grew till it oozed
down his shaft and onto my fingers.  It was smooth and warm, so inviting
that I wanted to taste it.

	"Go ahead, lick it.  My precum is real good," he said like he was
reading my mind.  Every inhibition evaporated as I moved toward the
glistening head and licked the pearl into my mouth.  It did taste good, a
little salty and musky.  Maybe that was the blue part.

	"Was I right?"

	"You bet," I muttered, savoring the aftertaste at the back of my
tongue.  His scent lingered in my nose.

	"Now suck me in and run your tongue around just under the ridge of
the head.  I'm real tender there because I'm uncut.  If you're cut, you
never feel it this way.  My daddy knew a thing or two, wouldn't let the doc
cut me.  I didn't know it at the time, but now I love him for it."  Tom's
voice got soft as if the memory was distant and special.  "Pa was uncut and
I used to suck his cock just like now, and he would buck just like I'm
doing now and fuck my mouth just to teach me.  He tasted kind of cheesy
`cause he didn't shower much, but I loved it, loved him."

	I only heard half of what he said as I explored his foreskin, slid
my tongue under it, followed the ridge of his crown to the cleft on the
back, moved up the cleft and into the slit and licked another pearl of
precum and lingered on the head.  The heat, his funky taste and the feel of
him sent shivers straight to my cock, which pushed against my Jockeys
wanting out out out and shouting `suck me.'  I sped up.

	"Whoa boy, whoa.  Slow down, Daddy's too close."  I did what he
wanted.  "Now suck me all the way in till I hit the back of your throat and
my balls bounce against your chin."  I knew from all the porn I'd watched
that I mustn't gag so I knew to relax.  I focused on the heat of his
member, on the silky feel of his foreskin as it flexed past my lips.  He
began to buck again and each thrust felt closer and closer to my throat and
then he reached it.  He held for a moment and I held for a moment.  I
didn't gag and he threw his head back with a look close to ecstasy on his
face.  How sensitive his crown must be.  I half became one with him and
shivered as we moved up and down together.  He was face fucking me.  I
liked it.  I sucked harder.

	"Good boy, good.  Now I wanna cum before my balls break.  Suck
faster.  Move the skin over and down the head and get ready.  I'm gonna cum
in your mouth and you're gonna hold it all there for me."

	Something in me said `not so fast.'  I pulled off his cock which
glistened with precum and saliva in the afternoon light.  I held still, he
looked up and said, "That's cold man.  What's up, am I too much for you?"

	"No way," I said, "but we're gonna play ball like you said.  See,
your nuts are not tight up against your shaft, where they will be when I
let you come."  Tom looked at me with surprise as if he'd forgotten who I
was.

"Whatever you say, dude.  It's your ballgame, but my dick is freezing."  He
grabbed it with both hands and jacked it slowly as I slid my left hand
under his sack.  His two plums were heavy in my palm.  I could feel their
weight and the size of them as I rolled them back and forth.  The sack felt
like silk crepe with a seam down the underside as if the two balls had been
sewn together and then filled with seed ready to mix with sperm, travel up
his cock to explode in a stream of thick white cream.  I imagined that same
path through the delicate tube in my own cock and up to the head where I
spurted cum into the mouth of a lover.  All this happened in a flash as I
fondled his balls, took one into my mouth, my head between his thighs,
feeling him squirm in a mix of delight and desire to escape my control.  I
sucked the other plum, and he writhed.

"Come on, come on, forget the balls, man, bring me off."

I lusted to do it, now that I had him in my grasp.  "Gimme your junk stud,
and I'll take you there."  The language of porn just spurted from my mouth.

I pulled his hands away from his cock and began jacking, slowly at first
until he lay back in the chair and let his head relax over the back, his
body straight and his cock pointing to the ceiling.  It was a beauty, veins
full and pulsing as his heart beat faster and faster.  His foreskin was
pulled back, the fine skin of his crown was near bursting with blood so it
shone like satin.  I timed my strokes to his heartbeat, and then sped up.
I slid my free hand behind his balls and circled his sphincter.

"Don't do that, you'll make me cum."

"I know.  That's what you want and that's what I'm gonna do as soon as I do
this."  I slid one finger wet with his precum into his pursed hole.  He
tightened his hole around me, let go, tightened.

"Do two," he said, "now three.  I'm so blue I need three."  I didn't know
exactly what he meant, but I did as he asked, slid a second and a third
into his hole and went for his prostate.  I felt like I was exploring new
ground, a cave warm and moist, soft and yielding to my finger once I was in
him.  I had a rising sense of mastery the way I did when I controlled the
gag.  Then I found his prostate, turgid and full of cum, and stroked it.
He trembled.

"Yes, yes, do that -- again -- oh god, stop. No keep going.  Jack me.  Make
me come make me come.  Oh, Jackie, I need it so bad, make me come."

I stroked faster as I massaged his prostate.  I didn't know who Jackie was,
but it didn't matter.  This dude was mine and I was going to bring him to
the brink, and then maybe I'd let him come.  Maybe.

"I'm almost there.  Yes, more, faster --" he clutched my head to his chest
as his spasm began, but some kind of evil rose up in me as I heard his
heart pounding so fast and felt his hot breath scorching my cheek.  Maybe
it was envy, maybe I wanted to be Jackie, but I choked off his orgasm by
squeezing his cock hard.  His spasm stopped.

"What the fuck, are you crazy man?"

"Not crazy man.  You're on the brink.  Now it gets really good."

"Come on come on, make me cum."

I was the master, but I took pity on him, sucked his flagging cock into my
mouth, tongued it where he said it was so sensitive, and in a moment he was
back to where I choked him off.  This time would be hotter.  I pushed three
fingers into his hole, then a fourth, found his prostate again and massaged
it.  In a flash I felt his balls tighten against his shaft and I imagined
that those first sensations way down in his balls and way down in his
prostate were converging at the base, and his spasms began, stronger than
they were before.  His asshole tightened on my fingers, his hips rose and
his body stiffened as the spasms convulsed his cock in my hand and he
spurted once, twice, three times -- huge white streams of cum landing on
his chest, dribbling down his cock, lubricating my fingers as I urged him
to four, five, six spasms until he cried, "No more.  Stop."

"No stopping now, there's more, trust me," and two more spasms came in
quick succession as if the wells of his balls and prostate were giving up
their last swimmers and juices.

"Oh god, so hard, so good -- oooouh -- stop, no stroke -- no stop!"
thrashing to get free.

Part of me wanted to torture him with pleasure, but I gradually slowed my
strokes and began cooing to him, matching his oooouh.  The cooing eased
from my throat like the cum eased down his cock and into my hand.  There
was so much of it that it looked like icing on a pillar of cake. I wanted
to eat it.  I let go of his shaft, which softened a little and lay down on
his belly nestling in a pool of his own cum.  I scooped up a glob with my
finger and spread it on his lips.  He licked it in and smiled.  I took
another glob for myself and tasted him again, more pungent than my memory
of the first taste.  His cum set energy simmering in my cock, as if I was
waiting for my turn.

Tom closed his eyes, sighed and smiled.  He seemed far away.  Then he
looked at me and said, "Man, you're a regular blowjob artist.  That ain't
the first time you done that.  I mean that was awesome."

"It was my first time.  I don't know where it all came from."

"Don't care man, I mean you drained me, you're a natural -- whoee."  He
winked. Tom was back.

"No more blue?"

"Nope.  I'm just cherry red all the way through."

"You're no cherry, man, not the way you hit it out of the park.  How about
another inning?"

"One homerun's all I got.  Maybe try me in twenty minutes."  His eyes went
to my cock.  "How about you?  Your bat looks like it's ready to swing.
Would that be another first for you?"

"Yes.  I want it.  You could coach me."

He leaned in to me, "I'm pricey."

"I'm loaded, so do it."  I got up off my knees and sat on the edge of my
bed.  Tom got up from my chair and stood between my legs, his whole nude
body just inches from my face, his cock, now limp but still beautiful, his
foreskin pursing again like a flower bud, a cap on his glory.  He wiped up
the cum still dripping down his chest and spread it on my lips.  His cum
was so cool.

"Warm up."  He slid his wet finger into my mouth, "Appetizer."  I sucked it
and my cock pushed against the fabric of my Jockeys.  "I can see by that
bulge that you like my stuff, you cum eater.  You eat cum a lot, don't
cha."

"Only in my dreams.  Yours is the first real stuff I've ever had."  I
hummed a little to tease him, savoring, "Hmm, maybe some musk and a hint of
coal tar.  How long you been storing that up?"

"A long time.  Jackie won't drain me, wants to wait till we get hooked.  My
dumb luck to fall for good Christian girls."

"My good luck that you do."

He grinned.  "There's a big wet spot on your briefs, so enough talk."  Tom
pulled down my Jockeys and my cock could finally stand at attention.

"Hey, not bad.  Longer than mine but skinnier.  You've been hiding that
snake since we moved in.  Aren't you proud?"

"No roving eyes on me in the shower, but if you say so, I'm proud."
Secretly I was proud.  I'd seen a million cocks in porn and I knew mine was
longer than most, and I'm lean so it matched the rest of me.  Tom was
huskier and hung, maybe so was I, both of us just right for who we are.

At the thought, I could feel the energy flow and my cock grew hard.  Blood
made it red as he took it in his right hand and started a slow stroke.  "I
never felt a cut cock before.  I see `em in the shower all the time, but I
never felt one before.  Your head is always out, no foreskin.  How does
that feel, Zach, I mean rubbing against your Jockeys?"

"Not as good as this."  I took my cock and touched it to his lips.  "Shut
up and suck it for me."  Tom takes my crown between his lips and his touch
sets me quivering -- first time ever for me.  I'm glad, I want it so bad
and here is Tom willing to suck me and who knows what more.  Quivering
turns to hot chills running through my groin, into my thighs.  He runs his
tongue around the crest just under the ridge where the skin is so tender.
His tongue feels like little fingers walking along, making the tissue
tingle.  For a moment I wonder if it was like this for him, but then he
takes my whole cock into his mouth and all thoughts vanish.  I want that
and more.

"Finger me."

Tom says nothing but slides his index finger down the crevice towards my
hole and circles the pucker.  I can feel more circuits in my brain begin to
fire.  "Now two."  Tom obliges.  The fire gets hotter.  "Yes, yes, now
three and find my prostate."  He searches, circling along the wall of my
ass, each move firing me again, and then he finds the honey spot that sets
off the real fireworks and the promise of pleasure-pain overwhelms me.  I
want to cry out `push your dick into my hole and fuck me,' but I don't.
Caution keeps my mouth shut, but just the thought of his fat cock plunging
into me would have to do.  "Yes, yes, three is good, so good."

"You want to cum fast or slow?"

"Fast -- no slow -- oh do what you want, send me over maybe even fuck me!"

He pauses and I curse myself.  `Numb nut, how could I say that.'  My cock
begins to shrivel in his hand.

"I don't do that, man. You're not, it's not __"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry.  Just finish me, don't leave me hanging."  He
starts stroking again, makes me hard, picks up speed, and joy floods my
head again.  I feel my hips rise as if by their own free will and my cock
pulses and throbs as he increases pressure, adjusts speed, then slows, then
speeds up again.  I shut my eyes tight and the lids go orange and red.
Zebra striped lightning bolts move across the orange.  My heart races, my
breath matches and I'm panting.  I surrender totally to Tom, he brings me
to the brink.  I feel the orgasm start in my thighs, then in my balls, they
tighten to my shaft.  He takes them in his mouth and that sends me over the
top.  My body goes straight and stiff, my cock reaches for the back of his
throat, my jaw quivers and I grunt and sob and feel the spasm begin at the
base of my shaft and move up the inner tube till I burst through the slit
-- five, six, seven times erupting on Tom's face.  "Oh god -- that's -- so
-- oh hot -- yes fuck yes -- arghhh."  Then I'm done.

"Stop now, stop," but he doesn't, he's milking me.  I spurt twice more,
just clear fluid like my tank is empty.  The pain is so good.  Then
everything goes black.

"Good boy.  Now you know how it feels," I hear him say like he's somewhere
else on the planet.  Then I open my eyes and see him.  He looks puzzled,
then smiles his wicked smile.

"If it's that good, maybe I'll fuck you next time. You'd be my first."  I'm
stunned, I don't know what to say.  He lets go of my cock, wipes my cum off
his face with one finger and sucks it into his mouth.  Then he scoops
another glob from his chest and spreads it on my lips.  "There, taste
yourself, no more virgin cock."  I do.

I try to recover.  "Your cum's more like red wine, mine's more like white."

"Either one'll make you drunk like fast.  Me, I take beer, slower except it
makes me pee."  He looks at me and cocks his head.  "You OK?"

"Oh yeah, I just need to breathe.  Where'd you learn to do that -- porn
like me?"

"Nah, porn's lukewarm.  For me if no cunt's around, there's always some
cock hot for me.  All I have to do is ask," he winks, "and then be careful
in the shower."  Tom's bravado was over the top.

"Always ask me to shower with you, so I can hold those cocks at bay."  I
hold up my finger, "Keep your pucker safe with me."

"Thanks bro, but I'll hold 'em myself."  There was bro and bravado again.
Hope sprang up in me.

By now, we were both sitting naked side by side on my bed.  Tom's cock
looked so inviting hanging there between his thighs, his balls below, heavy
in their sack.  I remembered the feel of them in my mouth.  Maybe twenty
minutes had passed so I reached for them, but he stopped my hand.  "No man,
my tank is empty. No extra innings."

His hand was on top of mine and together we settled on his thigh.  I felt
really close to him.  "Did you mean what you said about maybe next time?"
He got very quiet.  I watched his eyes but he turned away.

"I dunno."  A rush of daring flooded my brain.  He didn't way no.

"If you can't have Jackie's hole, you can sure have mine.  Bet I can flex
better than she can."  Long pause.  "And what about Ali the new guy.  He
turned you on, right?  Maybe you'd like to fuck him."  No answer.  Maybe
I'd gone too far.  His bravado was gone and he looked a little troubled.
Or maybe that was just the shifting light.

The last rays of the afternoon sun hit the fine hairs on his chest and made
the little drops of cum shine. Then he spoke in a low voice, "Like I said,
maybe, Zach."  Then, "Let's shower."  We did that together in silence, me
brimming with hope.  Tom -- I couldn't tell where he was.