Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2019 05:18:23 +0000
From: Mystery Man <DTCgwm@hotmail.com>
Subject: My new Navy Roomie

I walked into the barracks thinking about how nice it'd feel to have a
shower and take a nap.  It'd been a long week and I was ready to just have
a nice quiet evening.  As I walked past the barracks admin office though,
the yeoman in charge yelled out "Hey Cochran!"  I turned back and stuck my
head in the door.

"Sorry to tell you but you finally got a new roommate" he blurted out.

The look of shock must have registered on my face.  I'd been in my room for
almost a year with no roommate and had begun to think that of it as my own
place.

"Aw Chief," I moaned. "When is he getting here?"

"He's here already man - probably unpacking now."  Taking in my crestfallen
expression he added "I'm sorry I couldn't give you more notice Cochran.  He
was supposed to be living in off-base housing when he arrived.  Something
happened though and it fell through for him.  He just showed up this
morning and you had the only available bed."

"Damn," I muttered as I turned away and slowly walked down the hall, my
plans for a quiet evening now apparently shot to Hell.

I guess I had been really lucky so far in my time here.  I'd been in the
same room for my whole time on base and when the only roommate I'd had
transferred about 11 months ago, no one else had been assigned to my room.
It was a great room too - it was on the corner of the top floor with nobody
above and only one room beside it.  It had windows on both outside walls, a
large head with a big walk-in shower, and a small kitchenette.  I'd even
bought a tv and had my own cable and internet, so I didn't have to watch
whatever people were watching in the common room or worry that the Navy was
monitoring my online activity. It was a perfect studio apartment - for one
person.

There were two twin beds in the room that, and when my last roommate had
left, I'd stacked up as bunkbeds to open up more floor space. I guess I'd
have to help my new roomie take them apart again.

I took the stairwell up to the third floor and walked down to my
room. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and was stopped in my
tracks by the mess in front of me.  There were two lockers directly to the
right as you entered.  I'd started storing some clothes in the one that
technically belonged to my roommate, but they now were strewn across the
floor in front of it.  A seabag overflowing with clothes sat in front of
the open locker and a couple of haphazardly packed boxes almost completely
blocked the entrance.  I didn't see anyone in the room, so I called out
"Hello, anyone here?" as I pushed my way in. I heard the toilet flush and
as glanced over I got my first look at my new roomie as he walked out of
the head.

He was a really good-looking guy in a dumb jock kind of way.  He was taller
than my 5'10" by several inches and wore his dark hair in a regulation cut.
He had classic features with a square jaw, a strong nose, and dark brown
eyes.  He was wearing only an old pair of PT shorts with gym shoes, no
shirt at all.  The large swinging bulge in his shorts indicated that he was
probably freeballing too. I tried not to gawk but don't think I was
successful.  His chest and arms were covered in a sheen of sweat and seemed
naturally on display.  I immediately thought that he was going to be either
a really incredible roommate or I was going to have a hard time being
around him.

"Hey, I'm Miller" he said as he stepped out.  He didn't offer his hand or
anything, just glared at me. "Cochran?" he asked.  I nodded and just said
"Yeah, I'm Cochran" before glancing around the room and adding "glad to see
that you're making yourself at home."

"Yeah I needed the locker, so I took out your shit."  He pushed past me
without even a glance and started hanging up more of his clothes.  "I was
going to throw them on your bed when I got set up but, hey, you're here
now" he said with his back to me.

I quickly decided that this guy was going to be difficult.

"Well, OK, yeah, I guess I'll pick them up off the floor." I said
sarcastically.  He didn't respond.

I gathered the few arm loads of clothes and dropped them on my bed.  When I
finished, I turned to him and said "These beds come apart - they don't have
to be bunkbeds.  When you have a minute, you want to help me take the top
one off?"

Miller turned to look over at the beds and after a few seconds said, "Nah,
I'm good.  I came from sea duty, so I'm used to bunks." I guess he didn't
care how I felt about it.  Luckily, I was used to the bunkbeds too, but it
I hadn't had anyone sleep in the top bunk since I'd been in this room.  I
hoped he wouldn't drive me crazy.

I sat down on my bed and started sorting out the clothes.  I thought I'd at
least attempt to be civil and ask a few questions.  He wasn't exactly
chatty, but I found out that he'd just transferred from the West Coast and
had been on a carrier.  One of his friends from the carrier had transferred
here a few months earlier and they had planned on renting a place together
off base.  But his friend had quickly moved a new girlfriend in with him
and she didn't want a stranger living with her.  "Fuck her" he finished as
he told the story.  "I wouldn't want to live with that bitch either."  He
was a real charmer.

It took an hour or so for him to get his gear put away and for me to fit
all of my things back into my locker.  When I was finished, I changed out
of my uniform and told him that I was going to the chow hall for dinner and
reluctantly asked if he wanted to join me.  He grunted out a "no, I'm going
to find the gym and work out some stress.  I haven't lifted in a couple of
days and don't want to lose it." He turned toward me and flexed in pseudo
bodybuilder pose.  It was an impressive sight with his softball-sized
biceps and wide shoulders but I wasn't about to let him know it.  I just
rolled my eyes and walked out of the room.  I would have told him exactly
where the gym was if he'd asked - I'm there just about every day at
lunchtime.  But he didn't and I had already had enough of his attitude.

I took my time eating and then walked around for a while before stopping by
the exchange to pick up a few things I needed. I eventually headed back to
my room silently hoping that he wouldn't be there.  No such luck though, as
I opened the door, I heard the shower running.  I got settled and turned on
the tv, giving him a signal that I was home.

I was lying on my bunk flipping through the channels when I heard the
shower stop and the sounds of him doing whatever he did after showering.
He stepped out of the head a few minutes later completely naked.  He looked
over at me in the bunk but didn't even acknowledge me.  He stood in front
of his locker, which was just a few feet to the right of the television and
finished drying off.  I had time to completely check him out from the
back. He was bulkier than guys that I normally found attractive - I tend to
go for the Spartan Warrior / cross fit look - but he had a perfect round,
muscular ass and was definitely sexy as fuck.  After a few minutes he
pulled out a bottle of lotion and started rubbing in over his entire body.
He rubbed it over his arms and torso and then applied some to his lower
back.  When he started rubbing it onto his glutes, it may have been my
imagination, but he seemed to take an extra-long time and seemed to even
pull his cheeks slightly apart as he rubbed in the cream.  I was rock hard
by this point and lifted my knees so that they hid the bulge in my shorts.

After several minutes he closed his locker and turned to me, still naked.
He looked over at the bed and muttered "Fuck" as he shook his head.

"What?" I asked sharply, thinking that he'd found a new reason to be a
jerk.

"I fuckin' forgot to make my rack before showering."  He started walking
toward the bunks, his meaty dick slapping his thighs as he approached.
"I'm so damn tired too."

As he stood at the side of the bed and reached up for his sheets that were
piled on top of the mattress, I had a close-up view from just above his
pecs to his knees.  He moved toward the head of the rack and as he
maneuvered the fitted sheet into place his fat cock swung back and forth
just about a foot from my face.  It was almost completely covered by a
beautiful, soft looking foreskin - just the tip poked out. I was
mesmerized. Finally, thinking that I should probably say something about
how unusual this was, managed to say, "you certainly don't have a problem
being naked do you dude?"

He leaned down and looked me directly in the eyes before replying, "Not at
all man, we're both dudes and I hate wearing clothes when I don't have to.
If we're going to be living together, you're going to be seeing all of me
on a regular basis."  He paused for a beat before asking "It doesn't bother
you does it?"  It was more of a statement than a question really.

"No man, you do you" I answered and tried to pretend that I was watching tv
again.

He had stood back up by this point and under his breath said, "I had a
feeling."

I took a beat to try to work out the implications of his last statement,
but my focus quickly returned to his cock.  Within just a few seconds it
had obviously grown.  It wasn't hard but it was definitely a semi, full and
plump, hanging down about four inches, with the perfectly shaped head
starting to poke out as it turned a deeper shade of pink. I could only
stare but had to reach down to adjust my boner - it had grown so hard it
was almost painful and it started to leak precum in my skivvies.

He took several more minutes to finish making his rack and then climbed up
the end of the bunks and plopped down, shaking both beds like an
earthquake. I just lay there, perfectly still, unable to believe what had
just happened and pissed off that this guy who I was pretty sure was at
least a douchebag in training had me so worked up. He shifted in place a
few times and then grew still as well.  I could just make out his breathing
over the sound of the television and, within a few minutes, it sounded like
he was asleep.  I slowly got up, trying to hide my rock-hard dick and made
my way to the head. I quickly undressed, turned on the shower and, after
shedding my clothes, stepped into the hot water.  I pumped a handful of
hair conditioner into my hand, which really with a short military
regulation haircut was only there for jerking off, and started pounding my
swollen cock. I looked down at my dick and thought that I was sure I could
give Miller a run for his money in that department.  I had always been
happy with my seven inches.  It was thick too; I'd measured it once and it
was over six inches around.  I reached down and cupped my balls with my
left hand as I jerked with my right. My balls are pretty big and they
filled my hand.  I tugged my shaved sack slightly as my fist flew faster up
and down my shaft and I suddenly exploded all over the wall. I struggled to
not yell as I had one of the most intense orgasms I'd had in longer than I
cared to remember.  I kept coming in waves for almost a minute, each spurt
causing me to buck my hips and involuntarily hunch my shoulders.  Finally,
I stood under the water, rubbing the cum that was still trickling out of my
dick over my six-pack, basking in the glow of a major orgasm.

Eventually I cleaned up, got ready for bed and went back into the room.  He
was definitely asleep, quietly snoring as he lay flat on his back on top of
the blankets.  His cock wasn't asleep though; it was pointing straight
toward his head and was slightly bobbing above his stomach with his breath.
I approached the side of the racks and stood there looking at it.  Damn,
I'd been wrong - his hard cock had to be at least ten inches and about as
big around the proverbial beer can.  I climbed into my rack and turned the
tv off.  I lay there for a long time thinking about the hot fucker with the
hotter dick sleeping just a few feet above me. I finally drifted off to
sleep and had dreams of sucking and fucking a giant dick all night
long. When I woke up in the morning, I found that I'd had the first wet
dream I'd had in years and the front of my skivvies were wet and sticky
with another big load.

This became a regular thing.  Miller was pretty much a non-stop ass
whenever we were in the room together.  He either ignored me completely or
grunted out short sentences that made me think he felt like I wasn't worth
trying to get to know. Luckily, he wasn't in the room a lot as he was
either in the gym or out with his new coworkers.  When he was in the room
at the end of the day, it was a given that he'd be naked.  Consequently, I
almost always had a hardon when he was in the room and came up with
creative ways to try to hide it, although I don't think I was always
successful.

Sometimes, he would sometimes exercise in the room, doing pushups or
crunches buck-ass naked.  I'd be sitting in one of the chairs or laying on
my rack and he'd just be pretend it was perfectly normal.  He even had a
jump rope and would move around the room jumping with his cock and balls
flopping around.  The first time he lay on his back and pulled his knees up
to start crunches, I almost fainted as he flashed his tight, hairy pucker
at me.  I quickly shifted my gaze to his eyes and saw a grin cross his
face.

I never said anything during his exhibitionistic periods in the room.  I
thought if he's going to show everything, I'm just going to enjoy it.  He
never indicated that he cared if I watched or not and I stopped pretending
that I wasn't but we never said anything about it.

One Saturday afternoon, after he'd been there about two months, he came in
from lifting, all pumped up and sweaty.  After stripping off his gym
clothes he headed right to the shower.  I looked down and saw a jockstrap
piled on top of his shorts.  I have a total jockstrap fetish, and this was
the first time I'd seen that he wore one.  I guess with his efficiency in
stripping as soon as he entered the room, I'd never caught on that he wore
one to work out.  I walked over to the pile of clothes and looked down at
it, lust making my cock grow.  I focused on the sounds coming from the
shower and after being sure that he was actually in it, I quickly picked up
the jock.  It was wet with sweat and I tentatively gave it a sniff.  It
didn't stink at all but it had the unmistakable odor of a man's junk.  I
shoved it over my mouth and nose and inhaled deeply.  "Damn!" I thought
"this dude has me fucked up."

I threw caution to the wind as I quickly unbuttoned my shorts, kicked them
to the ground, and threw my shirt on the bed.  I pulled the sweaty
jockstrap over my legs, and as soon as it covered my crotch, began to jerk
like a maniac through the fabric.  It didn't take long before I was about
to cum and just at the last minute, I pulled the head of my cock out over
the strap and shot my load all over my stomach.  Just as I did, I heard the
shower shut off and panicked as I shucked the jockstrap and placed it back
on top of his shorts.  I grabbed a dirty t-shirt out of my locker and wiped
most of the cum off my stomach before I pulled my clothes back on, jumped
on the bed, and tried to act casual.  Miller came out of the shower, naked
of course, still drying off.  He looked down at the pile of his clothes and
then over at me on the bed.  He wrinkled his nose a little before saying
"it smells funky in here."

I shrugged but could feel my face grow red knowing that he suspected
something. "Probably your gym clothes" I offered.  He just looked back at
the clothes before picking them up and throwing them in his laundry bag.

He actually got dressed after his shower and for some reason offered more
information about his business than he usually did.  He was going to hang
out at his friend's house off base and would probably spend the night since
they were having a few people over for poker and he planned on drinking.  I
thought it was strange that he would bother telling me but considered that
maybe he was coming around to actually acting a little more human.  I just
said "Cool, have fun."

I was really relieved to have a Saturday night to myself. There wasn't a
decent gay bar in this small, military town and I had found that I was
usually better off either just staying in on the weekends watching porn or,
rarely, finding a guy on Grindr or Scruff for some real contact.  It was
still early though so I just sank down in my rack and took a post-spooge
nap.  I woke up about an hour later as the sun was just starting to set.  I
felt completely relaxed for the first time in a long time.  I decided that
I was going to take advantage of having the place to myself, ordered
takeout, and settled in for the night.

After eating, drinking a few beers, and watching a movie on tv, I was
starting to feel horny again.  Constantly being hard around Miller had
ramped up my hormones and I intended to work some of them out tonight.  It
was my turn to be in the room naked and, after stripping off my clothes, I
grabbed my laptop and plopped down on the bed. I went to my favorite porn
site and after finding a movie that looked interesting, I reached into my
bedside table and fished out a small jar of lube and a metal cockring that
I'd discreetly hid in a small, lockable box.  I wanted to have a marathon
bate session, so I lubed up and slid the ring over my balls and quickly
hardening cock.  The movie got me worked up fast but I edged for almost the
entire hour it was playing. I got really close several times and my dick,
trapped in the cockring, felt like it was about to burst open it was so
hard.  Finally, during the last scene, all of the guys who'd made
appearances in couples or trios during the movie came together for a
massive orgy.  As they all began shooting their loads, I pounded my cock
and shot cum in several thick spurts all over my chest and face.  I
collapsed back into the pillow as the scene ended and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up suddenly with something hitting me in the face.  I opened my eyes
and looked up to see Miller kneeling on the edge of my bed, he had no
clothes on as usual and he was whacking me on the cheek with his huge
dick. I pulled back and squinted up into his face and said "what the fuck
Miller?!"  He quickly placed his other hand on the back of my hand and said
"not so fast Cock-ran" emphasizing the first syllable of my name as he
pulled my head back toward his fat piece.  I pushed at his legs but he
didn't budge and he continued to pull my head toward him.

"I know you want this dick, Cock-ran.  I see you drooling over it every
day." He was slurring his words, obviously more than a little drunk.  "I
was pretty sure you were a queer but now I see your fucking fag movie."  He
looked down at my laptop.  The screen still showed the gay porn website
with the movie still queued up. He must have woken it up to see what I was
watching.

"So be a good fag and suck my big fuckin' dick" he pulled my head closer
again. I was fully awake now and quickly assessed the situation.  I'd had
enough of his bullshit and came up with a plan.  I allowed my head to be
pulled nearer to him and opened my mouth.  He moaned loudly as I sucked and
worked my tongue around the head under the foreskin.  He pulled me in
closer, trying to push more meat into my mouth.  I opened wider and a
couple more inches slid in. I sucked harder earning a "fuck yeah" from him.

After a few minutes I pulled off and said, "I can get more in if you stand
up and I sit on the edge of the bed." He clumsily stood and I swung my legs
over the side.  He shuffled back toward me and I took his fat cock in my
hand, taking a minute to appreciate the sheer size of it.  I opened my
mouth wide and started sucking again, using my tongue and lips to maximum
advantage.  I'd not had many cocks this big, so I was having some trouble
getting it past the back of my throat, and I gagged a few times.  I forced
myself to relax and eventually had about six or seven inches inside.  I
reached up and cupped Miller's balls, getting a good feel for the heft of
them.  They felt like big plums rolling around in his hanging sack.  I
gently tugged and at the same time opened my throat completely and he sank
into my throat down to the pubes.  He moaned "oh fuck, oh fuck" and pushed
his pelvis into me further.  "You're a great cocksucker, faggot" he
mumbled.  "I've never had a fag blow me before."

I wrapped my left arm around his right leg from the back and cupped his
balls firmly in my hand.  I let his cock slide out of my throat and reached
up to grab it with my right hand.  Just as he was about to push back into
my throat, I cupped his sack with both hands, pulled straight down and
squeezed together as hard as I could!  Miller let out a noise that was
something between a muted howl and a groan and began to collapse.  I took
advantage of his drunken condition and used my arms and legs to make sure
he landed on his stomach.  I never released my grip on his ball sack and
gave it another hard squeeze when he was flat on the floor. He gasped for
breath as he lay there and I quickly sat on the backs of his thighs,
pinning him down.  He made a feeble attempt to push himself up but as soon
as he did, I squeezed hard again soliciting another loud groan.

"Stay on the goddamn floor asshole or I'm going to rip your fucking nuts
off."  He groaned again but didn't try to get up.

"Put your hands behind your back!" I commanded.

"Fuck that!" he said and tried to push up again.  I squeezed hard with both
hands and he let out a feeble "uhhhh!" and collapsed back to the floor.

"Hands behind your back Miller!" I told him again and he slowly placed one
and then the other at the small of his back.  I let his sack go with one
hand and quickly grabbed the power cord from my laptop, yanking it from the
socket. I positioned my left knee directly over his balls and put just
enough pressure to keep them in place before letting go with my other hand.
I quickly wrapped the power cord around both of his wrists and tied them
securely.  When I was sure that he couldn't pull out I sat back down on his
thighs.  I looked around the room and there, over the back of one of the
chairs, was his jump rope.  I could just reach it without getting off his
legs.  I quickly spun around so that I was sitting on his ass facing his
feet. I tied one end of the rope securely around his left ankle, let out
about a foot of rope, and circled his right ankle.  I tied the other end of
the rope tightly around the leg of the bed.

Feeling that he was sufficiently hog tied, I stood up over him and caught
my breath.  My heart was pounding from the adrenaline rush.  Miller just
laid on the floor with the right side of his face on the floor and his eyes
closed.  He breathed in ragged gasps.  I knew the horrible feeling that was
spreading from his balls through his stomach and almost felt guilty for
inflicting it...almost.

"So Miller" I started.  "You thought you'd get drunk, come in here and
force me to get you off, huh?"  I stopped talking and placed one foot
between his shoulder blades pushing him down. "Is that what you had in
mind?"  He didn't answer but quietly groaned again.

I sat down on the bed and put both feet on his back.  "You know what's
really stupid about this situation, Miller?"  I shoved him a little with my
feet when he didn't answer.

"The really stupid thing is that if you weren't such an asshole, we could
have been having a lot of fun together." I let that sink in for a minute
before continuing. "I actually would really enjoy sucking your cock if
you'd just been man enough to admit that you want me to."

He said nothing but opened his eyes and looked over at me.  I couldn't tell
if it was rage or lust coming from him.

"You've been nothing but a jerk to me since day one.  You barely
acknowledged my existence unless you needed something.  And then what? You
decided that you're the big, macho muscle guy and I'm the fag so you can
come in here and get off without feeling like you're gay as fuck too?"  I
was getting more pissed as I talked so, using the top rack for balance,
stood with both feet in the center of his back.  He let out a groan again
as the pressure pushed the air from his lungs.

"Well that just fucked up and unacceptable asshole."  I paused for a few
minutes thinking before continuing.  "So, what are we going to do about it
Miller?  I'd like to blow you, maybe more if it was a mutual thing.  But
I'm not going to let you continue treating me like shit."  I stepped off
his back and placed one foot on either side of his legs.

"And now I've got you in a pretty defenseless position.  I could just about
do anything to you I wanted, and you'd have a really hard time stopping me,
huh?"  He glared at me now and said, "If you don't let me up right this
fucking second, I'm going to start screaming."

I quickly walked toward his open locker.  I grabbed the jockstrap from his
laundry back and held it up to him.  "You raise your voice, and this is
getting shoved in your mouth."  He didn't say anything.

"That's what I thought" I said as I walked back over and sat on the back of
his thighs again.  My dick rested right on his ass crack which made it
start to grow in the cock ring.  I reached up and started to caress his
back.  "I'm guessing the pain of getting racked is starting to go away
since you're getting talkative."  I gently used both hands to massage his
shoulders now. "I'm going to help it pass altogether though and then we'll
see what's next."  I grabbed a bottle of hand lotion from my table.  I
squirted some lotion in my hands and warmed it up by rubbing my hands
together before gently rubbing it into his back and shoulders.

"You see Miller, I actually enjoy making other men feel good."  I started
working his muscles in earnest now and he moaned softly.

"I really don't understand guys who think they have to dominate or pretend
that they aren't into it though.  Men know how to make each other feel good
and you know the old saying 'if it feels good, do it.'"  I could feel the
tension in his back start to loosen so I stopped talking.  I massaged his
upper arms and then went back to his back and shoulders.  I felt him
finally give in and completely relax into the floor.  I had an idea about
where to go next with him, so I stood up and grabbed my pillow off the bed.
I placed it over his tied hands to keep him from getting grabby.

"I am a little worried about your poor boys though Miller.  I think I
should check them out to make sure I didn't hurt them too bad."  I didn't
trust him enough to leave him lying there alone for long, so I keeled down
with my knees on either side of his head and the laid down with my crotch
resting on his upper back, pinning him down and putting my face just above
his ass.  I gently reached between his legs and fished out his balls.  He
groaned again but spread his legs as far as the rope would allow so his
balls could be handled without tugging too hard.  I took a good look and
made sure that they weren't too beat up.

"They look fine to me - I'm glad I didn't do any damage" I said as I
fondled them. "They might feel better with a little more TLC though."  As I
stopped talking, I lowered my head and gently sucked one of his balls into
my mouth.  This put my chin directly over his asshole and I gently put
pressure on it.  He moaned again but didn't object.  I held his nut in my
mouth just letting the heat sink in for several seconds and then started
swiping it with my tongue and gently sucking.  This earned a genuine moan.
I worked that ball over for a while and then let it slip from my mouth.  I
found the other one and gave it the same treatment.  Miller was really
squirming now.  I released his nut and raised up enough to slip my hand
between his legs and to find his dick.  It was hard again.  I told him to
raise his hips a little and he did without a fuss.  I pulled his cock down
between his legs so that it was pointing toward his feet.  I slowly jerked
it as I licked his sack.  He moaned and squirmed under me.  I let my tongue
wander from his balls down the length of his shaft and gently sucked his
cock head between my lips.  He was leaking pre-cum and I sucked it up.  I
kept this up for several minutes until I noticed that his sack was
tightening.  I let his dick slip out of my mouth and it hit the floor with
a loud plop.  He moaned loudly and hissed between his teeth "Don't stop!
I'm about to cum!"  I just chuckled and said, "no you're not".

I lay there on top of him and gently blew onto his cock and balls.  He
squirmed as much as he could but wasn't able to get himself off with me on
top of him. I took advantage of the break to look over his ass. His
buttocks were two, hard, fuzzy half-moons.  Just looking at them made my
mouth water.  I bent my head down and kissed one cheek and then the other.
I gently bit the skin near his crack and sucked it into my mouth.  He
wiggled at the new sensation. I brought both hands up and gently started
spreading his cheeks. He clamped his cheeks shut and said, "Fuck no,
Cochran!" sounding desperate. "I've never done any butt stuff!  Please
don't mess with it!"  He was almost pleading but it didn't sway me.

"No?" I questioned as I pulled his cheeks apart.  "I think you're going to
like it once you feel my tongue up your ass."

"No man!  Seriously!" He was starting to panic. "That totally freaks me
out."

I chuckled and replied, "If just the thought of getting rimmed freaks you
out, actually having it done is going to blow your mind."  I pulled hard at
his cheeks and pried them apart.  His tight pucker came into view and I
blew hard onto it.  He shivered but I felt his cheeks relax a minuscule
amount.  I lowered my head and my tongue touched his hole.  He let out a
loud gasp.  I worked my tongue over his hole, back and forth and around the
perimeter.  He groaned and wiggled more.  I poked and prodded with my
tongue and just when it seemed like he was getting used to this sensation,
I took it to the next level and completely covered his hole with my mouth
and sucked.  He involuntarily bucked his ass up toward my mouth as a low
"oooohhhh" escaped from his mouth.  I knew I had something.

I continued sucking his hole and swirled my tongue around, getting it nice
and wet.  He was bucking hard now, almost dislodging my face, but I pressed
in harder. His cheeks were no longer clenched so I reached between his legs
and grabbed his cock, which was now covered in pre-cum.  I jacked it again
in long, slow strokes as I continued eating his ass.  His ass was almost
bouncing as he kept trying to push it onto my mouth harder while he humped
my hand.  Once again, as soon as I detected his ball sack starting to
tighten, I dropped his cock and brought my mouth away from his ass.

"Fuck Cochran!" he yelled. "Are you trying to give me the world's worst
case of blue balls?!?  You gotta let me cum!"

"All in good time" I said and slapped his right butt cheek.  He flinched
and I traced the red outline of my hand gently with my finger.

I repeated this series of events two or three more times.  I jacked his
cock while I ate his ass and worked my tongue deeper into him.  Each time
I'd stop just as I felt that he was on the verge of shooting his load.  By
the third time he was whimpering loudly, as he pushed his ass up in the
air.

"You know" I said slowly.  "I don't think that letting you get off is
enough of a payback for the way you've been treating me."  A wicked thought
came into my mind.  "I think the only way I'd feel good about you shooting
your load right now... is if I shoot my load in you."  I laid still on top
of him gauging his reaction.  He was completely motionless except for the
rising and falling of his chest.

"Wha...what do you mean, 'in me?'" he asked tentatively.

"You know exactly what I mean Miller" I said as I blew more air over his
now swollen hole.  "I want to put my dick in your hot ass and fuck it until
I shoot my load in you."  I paused for effect.  "And I want you to ask me
to fuck you so you can shoot that big load of yours that's making your fat
balls ache."

"Fuck no, I can't Cochran.  I can't take a dick up my ass." He was pleading
again. "I just can't."

"Come on Miller. Don't be like that."  I reached up to his dick head and
scooped a dollop of precum onto my index finger and then gently spread it
around his hole.  He moaned again and pushed his ass up in the air.

"See you're practically begging for it with your body language already. I
promise I'll make it feel good."  I stopped talking and let my fingers
gently tickle his balls and then trace their way up his cock.  He just
moaned.  I moved my index finger back to his saliva-covered hole and gently
pushed.  He whimpered again but didn't resist.  With just the tip of my
finger in him I moved it in slow, gentle circles until I felt his opening
relax.  I pushed a little further in and he clamped down on my finger.  I
held it there for a few seconds and then started rotating it again.  I kept
this up until I had my entire index finger in him, and he wasn't resisting.
I slowly started working it in and out and he softly said, "oh my god."

I started finger fucking him faster now and he started panting.  My finger
found his prostate and his whole body went taut as he yelled out "Goddamn!"
I withdrew my finger quickly not wanting to make him cum by banging his
g-spot.  He groaned in frustration.

"So, you do like that, huh?" I said as I tickled his fuzzy ass cheek. "And
that was just a finger. Imagine what my cock would feel like filling your
hole."

He didn't say anything for a few seconds but then quickly said "Just do
it."

"Do what Miller?" I asked, tickling his hole with my finger again.

"Fuck me Cochran! Put your fucking cock in my ass cause I have to get off!"

"I thought you'd never ask" I said sarcastically as I pushed myself up.  I
reached for the lube on my bed and as I positioned myself, I squeezed
almost the remainder of the tube into my hand and spread it over my swollen
cock.  I had promised that I'd make it feel good after all and I didn't
want to make his first fuck a painful one.  I kneeled down between his
legs, making sure not to rest on his dick, which was still pointing down.
I slowly lowered my crotch toward his ass until my cock head was resting at
his hole.  I laid my chest down on his back and whispered into his ear
"relax, you're going to love it" and pushed into him.  He inhaled sharply
as my dick head popped inside his wet hole.  As much as I wanted to, I
didn't push any more in, allowing him to get used to the sensation.

The right side of my face was pressed against the left side of his and I
took his earlobe into my mouth and gently sucked, trying to distract him.
He moaned again and slowly started pushing his ass up toward me, taking
more of my cock into him.  It was my turn to groan now as more of my dick
slowly slid into his hot hole.

Suddenly I felt his cheeks pressed against my pubes - I was all the way in
him.  He turned his head as best he could and pressed his lips to mine. I
was surprised but met his mouth with mine as I ground my groin into him,
pushing every bit I could inside him.

I stayed in that position for a few seconds as our kissing grew more
intense with him sucking hard on my tongue and pulling me into a deep,
passionate kiss.

Finally, I broke the kiss off and lined myself up over his body.  I slowly
drew my cock out of him, his virgin hole pulling and grabbing at my cock.
When I was all the way out except the head, I pushed all the way back into
him, not too quickly but in one continuous movement.  He grunted as my cock
rubbed his prostate and then bottomed out.

I began to seriously fuck now, pulling almost out before plunging quickly
back in and then alternating with shorter in-and-out strokes.  We were both
starting to sweat, and our bodies slipped against each other as I fucked
him.  I quickly started to feel my own orgasm to build but I wasn't ready
yet, so I fucked all the way in again, then laid on his back and stopped
moving.

"Cochran...dude...untie me" Miller said softly.

I didn't say anything but thought to myself that I was going to have to
untie him at some point.  Did I think he was into getting fucked enough
that he'd let me keep going when he wasn't tied up?  Was he desperate
enough to get off that I could trust him?

"I don't know, man.  I'm kinda liking this situation as it is." I humped my
hips hard into him soliciting another moan.

"I just want to see you; I want to touch you; I want to wrap my legs around
you while you pound my ass."

I was completely taken aback. I never expected to hear him say anything of
the sort.  I slowly started withdrawing my cock from his ass. It felt
amazing and I was reluctant remove it entirely.  But he seemed genuine and
I had to admit that I'd much rather fuck someone who was able to actively
participate.

"Are you sure Miller?  You're not going to kill me as soon as you're
loose?"

He aggressively said, "I might kill you if you don't keep fucking me and
get me off soon!"  He paused for a second before adding "I'd be crazy to
hurt the person who's got me more fucking horned up than I've ever been
before."  When I didn't say anything, he said softly "Untie me James; let's
do this right."

I was really shook now - I had no idea that he even knew my first name.  I
withdrew from him and reached down to untie the jump rope first.  He laid
still waiting for me to get to his hands.  I slowly unwound the laptop cord
from his wrists and felt a pang of guilt when I saw how it left marks in
his skin.  When he was finally free, he just raised his hands to his sides
and pushed himself over onto his back.  He laid there on the floor, a
sweaty, muscular hunk with his huge cock throbbing between his legs. He
stared into my eyes and slowly pulled his feet up, bending his knees as he
reached his hands up to me.

"Get that cock back in me."

I grabbed his outstretched hands as I lowered myself back down between his
legs.  True to his word, he started rubbing his hands over my hard pecs,
squeezing my nipples and then grabbing me behind my neck to pull me into
deep kiss.  Our mouths pulled at each other and he sucked me into him,
probing the back of my throat with his hard tongue.  He raised his legs and
wrapped them tightly around my waist, exposing his hole to me.  I lined my
dick up at his opening and slowly pushed my way back in.  We both were
moaning and groaning into each other as I entered him completely.  I held
it there for a second, but he started bucking his hips, fucking himself on
my dick.  We quickly got into a rhythm - his bucking ass meeting my
plunging cock - and it was fantastic.

It didn't take either of us long until our groaning into each other's
mouths grew louder and more urgent.  With one last stoke I broke my kiss
and stared into his eyes as I slammed deep into him and began shooting my
load into his ass.  At the same time, he grabbed his rock-hard swollen cock
and gave it several quick strokes and, with a loud yell, exploded cum all
over our bodies.  My body shook with each stream of cum that unloaded into
him and he continued shooting until we both were soaked.  I'd never seen
anyone cum that much.

Finally, I collapsed on top of him.  We laid like that for several minutes
until I felt his huge arms slowly wrap me in a hug.  With one hand he
stroked the back of my head and upper back. I was in heaven.  He eventually
spoke.

"I had no idea it could be like that."  I smiled to myself and answered, "I
didn't either honestly - in my experience that's not the norm."

We both chuckled a little as he continued to caress my back.  "I'm sorry
I've been such a ass to you James" he said, shocking me again.

"Don't worry..." I started but he cut me off.

"The thing is... that I was so fucking turned on when I first laid eyes on
you.  That first day when I walked out of the head and saw you standing
there, fit as fuck with that beautiful fucking face of yours... I'd never
felt that way about another guy before and it scared me."

I was speechless.  I never in a thousand years expected this. This was the
most that he'd spoken to me in his whole time as my roommate.

"I thought that if I was a dick to you it meant that I couldn't be
attracted to you."

I just laid there for a few minutes before a thought crossed my mind. "Well
why the fuck were you always naked in the room?  You had to know that you
were making me crazy!"

He nervously laughed before answering "Yeah I know it doesn't make much
sense.  I really am comfortable without clothes but part of it was me
wanting to know if I turned you on too.  I suspected you were gay because
you never went out and never talked about women.  My friggin' ego was being
stroked knowing that you were watching me and that I was making you horny."

"Well you can be assured of that!" I said with a laugh. "I don't think I've
whacked off this much since I was a teenager."

We both laughed and he continued "I know it's fucked up - man I'm fucked
up. I don't think that guys can spend as much time as I do trying to look
good if they aren't at least partially interested in how other guys look
too.  But I've never been able to admit it to myself - I've never even been
able to think about it really."

I turned my head up to meet his eyes before he finished with "But you broke
me."

I moved up to kiss him again, gently this time.  We embraced and kissed
enjoying the afterglow.  Finally, I said, "Let's get in the bed" and we
both climbed into the lower rack, him with his back against the wall and me
with my arms and legs wrapped around him.  We just laid there alternatively
kissing and staring at each other.  We didn't say a whole lot more.  After
a while, I untangled myself and turned my back to him and he pulled me in
close to his chest.  I felt his cock slowly growing against my back and
smiled.  He quietly said, "I can't wait to see what your ass feels like."

I pushed back into him, squeezing his massive piece between our bodies and
answered, "Neither can I - but let's save that for the morning."