Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2021 17:06:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: Arthur Doyle <sirarthurpornandoyle@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Bull, The Stag, The Ram, part 1 (college)

The first thing I noticed about my new roommate were his balls. They were
huge, far larger than balls had any business being. Massive and hairy, his
colossal low-hanging nutsac was decorated with a sizable uncut dong, which
dangled over it like a hooded sausage.

"Hey," my new roommate said, standing casually in the nude, "I'm Buck."

Buck was, to put it lightly, a hunk. He had shoulder-length hair, a
windswept beard, and green eyes, making him looking like somebody who'd be
on the cover of People magazine if they published an X-rated edition. His
rounded shoulders were covered in captivating tattoos that perfectly
complimented his beefy arms. His prominent pecs and supremely-stacked six
pack were dusted with a thick pelt of fur, while his legs and ass made it
clear he did squats every day. And there, dangling from his bushy crotch,
were those unbelievable balls and cock.

I tried to snap back to a state of mind where I wasn't staring at a
stranger's physique. But Buck's nudity had totally thrown me off. I mean,
boys will be boys, and us college boys definitely had a lax attitude to
things sometimes, but this was far more than I expected on the first day of
meeting someone new. Up to this point, Buck and I had only communicated
through email, and I hadn't even known what he looked like until this
moment. His Craigslist ad said he had an open room at a reasonable rate and
that he was 420 friendly, which I was definitely into. He'd come off as a
bit of a hippie in his messages but I never imagined I'd be standing face
to face with him in such a natural state.

Buck's eyes were mega bloodshot, suggesting that he lived quite the stoner
lifestyle. There were also wall hangings all over the house featuring
psychedelia and beautiful landscapes, along with a bunch of
crystals. Buck's tattoos were of geometric shapes and I could smell the
patchouli and BO wafting from his naked hide. Absentmindedly, Buck reached
down and scratched his heavy balls. Despite my discomfort, I found myself
unable to turn my eyes away. A strange feeling crept into my stomach and,
for the first time, I felt unsure about moving into this new place.

"Nice to meet you," I said, gripping my box of stuff tightly. "Which room's
mine?"

He tipped his head the slightest amount, pointing to a stop down the
hall. My eyes flicked to the end of his long, soft dick, where I saw a tiny
drop beading on his cockhead.

"Sorry about being quiet, dude," I said, realizing that I should stop
staring. "I just didn't think you'd be so comfortable around me already."

"Whatever," Buck said, shrugging.

Without another word, he padded away on his bare feet, leaving me with the
sight of his superbly hairy ass.

* * * *

Later at bar where I was supposed to be celebrating my move, I sat with my
friend Jack, trying to assess my new living situation.

"I don't know," I said. "I just didn't think this guy would be such a crazy
flower child."

Jack threw back his drink.

"Lighten up, Walsh. He doesn't sound that weird."

My rising blood alcohol levels made me fight back. Buck hadn't lifted a
finger to help me bring my stuff inside, almost immediately disappearing
into his room. Droning music and the stink of incense had wafted from
within.

"Ugh. He just acted like he didn't give a damn about anything." I rolled my
eyes, imitating Buck's lackadaisical tone. "Whatever," I said.

"Okay, man," Jack said. "You sure it wasn't something else that gave you
off vibes from this guy?"

But I didn't want to talk about it anymore, the whole episode left me
feeling edgy and wound up for some reason. Jack and I continued drinking
and eventually drifted off to other topics.

That night, I had a perplexing dream. In it, Buck was standing before me,
naked as the day and sporting a huge erection. In a dream-like warping of
reality, Buck's cock and balls had grown even bigger, just about the most
massive pipe I could imagine, coupled with a couple goose-egg orbs dangling
downward. A steady stream of precum was drizzling out of his enormous dong,
covering his shaft and crotch in sticky fluid. Soon, the furry hippie was
squatting over me, smiling wickedly as he smacked my face with his colossal
pole, whapping me over and over as he cackled.

I shot up in bed. A huge jizz stain was slowly spreading through my
blanket.

* * * *

Over the next few weeks, I managed to settle into a routine. I had
schoolwork and was busy with playing for the lacrosse team on campus. Buck
didn't seem to leave the house much, remaining unclothed every time I saw
him. He practiced yoga in the afternoon, lit cones of frankincense in the
evenings, and occasionally built a big bonfire in the backyard, heating his
muscle-bound hide with its flickering flames. I continued to have weird
dreams involving Buck's private parts, but tried to ignore them as best I
could. Sexuality is a funny thing and probably most guys get little
infatuations with other dudes from time to time. But I'd never found myself
thinking about someone else as much I was thinking about Buck.

The one thing I appreciated the most was his habit of constantly rolling
joints. Morning, noon, and night, the guy was high as a kite, and quite
happy to share his seemingly endless stash with me. He'd puff and pass in a
friendly way, though he didn't really say all that much during smoke
seshes. Every once in a while, I thought I caught him looking at me with
those piercing, light-up eyes of his his, which seemed incandescent at
times.

"I dunno," I told Jack one time when we hung out. "I think he might be a
demon."

Jack just laughed and slapped me on the back.

"As long as he keeps feeding you ganja, I think he can be whatever the hell
he wants, man."

The following Friday, I felt the need for an easy night in. Partying had
been getting to me lately and all I wanted was to chill and take a
breather. At home, the lights were all turned down low and I felt like the
environment was oddly quiet. Walking to my room, I passed Buck's door,
which was thrown wide open. Before I could turn away, I caught sight of
Buck, standing naked in front of an altar and jacking his gigantic uncut
cock.

I froze. From when I stood, I could mostly see Buck's back, which glistened
in the light of candles strewn around his room. Even still, it was obvious
Buck was beating his meat, breathing heavily as his gigantic nuts swung
back and forth between his open legs. The altar in front of him was covered
in tree branches, depictions of animals, a bust of some kind, and wafting
incense. But the strangest thing of all was the headdress perched on Buck's
head, from which grew two enormous stag's horns.

Buck seemed totally oblivious to the possibility that anyone might catch
him flogging his hog like this. Or maybe he just didn't care. He looked
completely wrapped up in his hand job, giving low grunts and growls as he
reached up to tweak his nipples. Even from where I was standing, I could
smell the heady scent of his dude stank, which was making my dick
twitch. Enraptured by the sight, I leaned forward to get a better
look. What I saw took my breath away.

The guy's cock was colossal, basically as big as I had dreamed. The shaft
was thick and extensive, so girthy that it looked like Buck was having
trouble wrapping his fingers around it. He ran his hand up and down its
unbelievable dimensions, gently tugging on his beautiful foreskin and
sending it over his magnificent dickhead. Watching that sensitive covering
move back and forth over that mondo mushroom tip, I found myself imagining
what it would taste like to stick my tongue in there, savoring that uncut
masterpiece while Buck looked down at me. A fountain of dong juice was
flowing from that schlong-end, dribbling over its curves down to a puddle
on the floor. A small voice in my head wondered how my roommate could be so
virile.

Beneath his low grunts and moans, Buck seemed to be chanting something, a
long string of words I couldn't decipher. The rhythm of the hymn matched
Buck's long, luscious strokes and, as I stared, the ritual began to speed
up.

Buck was now tugging on his balls, caressing their ridiculous extent as he
intoned something in a serious voice. He ran a finger over his taint and
pushed on the ring of his asshole. He groaned like a hart in heat and then
went back to fondling his nutsac. I felt a slow build up of energy in my
own body as Buck began to buck his hips back and forth. My roommate had
returned to grasping his gigantic appendage, which grew from his loins like
a majestic tower. Leaning forward, he let a gob of spit descend from his
mouth, hitting the target of his cockhead with bulls-eye accuracy. His
already sodden fuck-stick glistened even more, continuing to expel its
constant river of dude fluid.

With the horns on his head, Buck looked truly fiendish, conducting some
unholy sabbatic rite right here in my new house. I had no idea how to wrap
my mind around what was happening, though most of my brain didn't care as I
watched my roommate's captivating performance. Along with the fluttering in
my stomach, I was feeling another, even stranger sensation, a sort of
low-level humming in my crotch that was causing my asshole to convulse. The
scent of Buck's precum filled my nose, becoming the dominant scent in the
room. He swaggered and swayed, chanting ever louder while pleasuring
himself with abandon. The intonations crested to a higher register and Buck
seemed to get lost in his pronouncements. Reaching a crescendo, he suddenly
stopped, holding his every muscle tense while staring forward fervently.

Out of Buck's dong shot a huge gobbet of jizz, a crazy helping of sperm
that sailed upward in a parabolic arc. It came back down and splashed right
on his face, covering his movie star features in an amazing layer of sticky
semen. A second allotment fired out and hit the center of his hairy
chest. These were followed by a third, fourth, a fifth, and many more
splooges as Buck's body was wracked with delighted spasms. Pretty soon, his
entire frame was dousing in dripping discharge. While licking his lips,
Buck looked into a small mirror placed at the top of the altar. His smiling
eyes caught mine as he winked.

In an instant, I was seized by my own orgasm, an insane frenzy that brought
me to unknown peaks of pleasure. Shaking uncontrollably, I shuddered with
joy. I hadn't even realized I was hard until this moment but now lightning
bolts of energy were firing inside my head as my cock spurted forth a flood
of man cream. Looking down, I saw a dark stain spreading through my
sweatpants.

Buck strode towards me with his softening dong and low-hangers swinging,
wiping a hand on his cum-soaked hide. Giving me a roguish grin, he shut the
door to his room. Embarrassed, I stood in the hallway alone, wondering what
the hell had just happened to me.

* * * *

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