Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 06:40:09 -0700
From: John Prothero <emmett1120@yahoo.com>
Subject: College Roommate, part 5 of 5

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Chapter 5 - Home, part 2

       	The next morning I woke early, and I was glad I did.  Both of us
were still nude, still on top of our sleeping bags.  I woke him up and
suggested that we may wish to climb in our bags, in case my dad came in.
Matt sleepily did so, and I crawled into mine at the same time.  As I laid
there, thinking about what we'd done since that night in the dorm room, I
heard the soft snoring sounds, which I knew to be Matt's.  I tried to
return to sleep, but found myself thinking too much about that night
before, the few days in the cabin, and the night in our dorm room.  I don't
know how long it was before I checked the big clock my dad had on the wall
near his drawing table, but it was now 7 AM.  I knew my mom would be awake,
possibly my dad as well.  And it was also possible that he might walk in
here soon, but I wasn't sure.  I knew he had an art job, so he might think
he could slip in and do his work quietly and not wake us up.  I reached to
the floor and found my briefs, and pulling them into my bag, I slipped them
on.  I crawled out of the bag, and found Matt's shorts, and gently slipped
them into his sleeping bag so he could find them easily.  I found my shorts
and pulled them up, and then took a look at the sleeping Matt.  I felt an
urge to kiss him, but his face was turned in a way that I couldn't.  But
his cheek was exposed, so I bent down and kissed his cheek.  I then left
the studio, crossing the patio to the living room.
	Mom was up, and in her chair in the living room (which she sat in
to do her morning devotions).  Dad was up too, making his coffee.  Mom
asked if I wanted breakfast, and I told her that if we could wait for Matt,
that'd be better.  She agreed, more open to waiting this time.  But she did
go fix breakfast for her and my dad.  Dad asked about going into the
studio, and I told him he could, that Matt was a heavy sleeper.  So, after
dad and mom had breakfast, dad headed in there.  I went to shower, wanting
to get the sweat and cum residue off of me.  By the time I got out, Matt
was in the hallway, waiting at the bathroom door.  His hair was all
disheveled.  I looked down and saw the board shorts that I had slipped into
the sleeping bag, resting low on his hips.  I looked in the kitchen, and
didn't see my mom, so I cupped his package.  He smiled at me, and whispered
"Dude!  Not now, you know." as he tossed his head, pointing to the kitchen.
He slipped by me into the bathroom, and closed the door.  I stood there
long enough to hear the sound of pee streaming into the toilet, and the
flush.  I walked into the kitchen, and mom was starting breakfast.  Soon,
Matt joined me, and we all sat at the table and ate.  Mom asked our plans
for the day.  I mentioned the mall, and then the harbor or Laguna Beach, or
maybe even Balboa.  She commented that it sounded nice, and she wished she
and dad could go too.  I was glad when she said they couldn't.  Dad had an
art job to do, and she had one of her women's things at church.  After
breakfast, Matt excused himself and went back into the bathroom to shower.
I went into my room and changed.  Matt did take a long shower, and I
wondered if he was jerking off in there, like he told me he liked to do.
Mom left around 9 AM, which was the time Matt came out of the bathroom.  He
was still in the board shorts.  The house was empty, except for dad being
in the studio.  I really wanted to play, but felt I couldn't, that I had to
be careful.  I asked Matt if he jerked off in the shower, and he said he
had.  He said he woke up fully boned, and reached down to start jackin',
when he saw my dad at his drawing board.  He thanked me for putting his
shorts in the sleeping bag, because he was fully boned and didn't want to
get out of the bag to get them.  He told me he'd stayed in the bag a bit to
allow his boner to shrink, and then slipped on his shorts, and got out.  He
said my dad was cordial in greeting him, and they had chatted a bit before
Matt came over to the rest of the house.  We then started to discuss our
plans, and he was open to everything.  He said everything was fine, as long
was we got to a drugstore so he could get some lube.  As he said that he
smiled, and reached over to cup my balls.  I smiled back, and said I knew a
spot.  We both went to my room where all his stuff was, and got dressed.
He didn't bother to put on underwear, simply opting to put on a loose
fitting t-shirt and flip-flops.  I dressed up a bit more.  I grabbed my
keys, and we got into the car, heading out to the mall.
	We got there just as it opened.  It was quiet still.  We went to
the arcade and spent about $10 each on games.  We then took a walk around
the mall, hitting some of the shops, but not buying anything.  We also
checked out the girls that were there.  Not too many of them yet, since it
wasn't even noon.  I knew Matt was bi, and he knew I was more into girls as
well.  He commented about one of the girls having a body like his sister,
which led him to ask if I'd been jerking off at all fantasizing about her.
I confessed that I hadn't - that all of my jerk off sessions were
fantasizing about someone else, which he knew meant him.  We finally left
around 12:30, and headed down a main highway that led to the Pacific Coast
Highway, where we turned north to Laguna Beach.  Laguna traffic was busy,
but not weekend intensely busy.  We stopped of at Heisler Park, walking
around a bit and talking.  It turned out that Matt was a very good people
watcher, observing all the ones who were tourists, locals, gays, and making
commentary.  By now we were hungry, so we went back to my car, and drove
down PCH through Laguna, into Dana Point, where we went to a restaurant
that I liked in the harbor for lunch.
	As we left and returned to the car, Matt asked if there was a
pharmacy or drug store close by so he could get some lube.  I knew that
there was a Thrifty up the road a bit from the harbor, so I headed up the
street about a mile to the place where the strip mall was.  Matt suggested
that he should get it, since I got the last tube.  I pulled into the
parking lot, assured in the fact that since I was in Dana Point and not my
hometown, no one would recognize me.  Still, I knew that a few of my church
friends lived in this area, so I was glad Matt volunteered to go in.  He
seemed to take forever, when it took only 5 minutes.  But I was worried
about being discovered.  Matt came out, small brown bag in hand, and walked
back to the car.  "Got it," he said, holding up the bag, then putting it in
my glove compartment.  We took the street we were on farther up, ending up
in San Juan Capistrano.  From there, we headed down another street that
paralleled the freeway, then through the bluff top neighborhoods of
Capistrano Beach.  Finally, we got back to San Clemente, drove through
town, and headed home to change before going to the beach.  A lot of my
church friends were there, and it was a nice warm afternoon.  Matt and I
played Frisbee, swam a bit, but mostly talked with my friends.  Matt
started to take an interest in one of the hotter girls in the group - a
different one than he talked to on Sunday.  He seemed to be going somewhere
with this girl - I recognized his body language when he was making the
small talk that gets him closer to a girl.  "He likes the cute ones,
doesn't he," asked one of my friends, a girl named Tina, whom he had
flirted with the other night.  Funny thing was, now that he'd blown her
off, Tina seemed to be warming up to me.  Soon, she and I were talking, not
even paying attention to Matt.  As the afternoon turned into evening, most
of the group started to leave.  Matt and I packed up, although he was still
talking to the girl.  I walked up, feeling the odd-man out.  I waited at
the street corner as he kept talking to her, finally turning towards my car
as he finished.  When he caught up with me I commented about how I felt we
were back at school, since he made so many girlfriends there just as easily
as he did here.  But he was quiet for a second, and then leaned towards me
and whispered "yeah, but this girl won't fuck me in the ass like you will."
He grinned.  We got to my car, and made the quick drive to my parents,
showered off, dressed, had a quick bite for dinner, and then headed off to
the college/career Bible study.  As we sat there discussing various
Christian topics, I looked at Matt, thinking about the lube in the glove
box of my car, and how I'd fuck him tonight.
	Bible study ended around 9 PM, and as usual, a group of us went to
Denny's for a late dinner.  Tina was there, and Matt flirted with her, and
soon, she was pretty much flirting with him.  All of us left the restaurant
about 11 PM, heading our own ways.  I again waited at the car for Matt to
talk to Tina, amazed at how he ticked her off just a few hours before, and
now, here he was, talking to her.  He chatted for several minutes while I
had the engine running, and then finally came into my car.  "Dude!  I
thought that maybe I was gonna have to leave you with her."  Matt smiled.
"Yeah, I was thinking I might be able to get something from her tonight.
But," he stopped as he buckled up his seatbelt and pointed towards the
glove box, "I want you tonight."

We were very late to my home, and I knew my parents would be in bed, and
possibly both asleep.  We came in quietly, Matt carrying the bag with the
lube, went to the bathroom, and then headed to the studio.  The light was
off, which was good, because as soon as I closed the door behind me, Matt
stripped off his tank top and swim trunks, and stood naked and erect in the
middle of the room.  The streetlight highlighted his body from the side,
which got me erect, and I too was soon naked.  We started to make out,
which was very intense.  Much more so than the night before.  Our bodies
and cocks pressed together tightly as we French kissed and felt each other
all over.  It was passionate, and soon Matt broke the kiss, and took the
bag of lube out.  He opened the tube, put some lube on his hand, which he
then slathered over my fully erect cock.  Then he put some more on,
squatted a bit spreading his legs wide, and lubed up his hole.  He closed
the tube of lube, tossed it into his duffel bag, and then got on his knees
on the floor in front of his bed, laying his arms on the bed.  The
invitation was obvious.  I got down on my knees behind Matt, holding my
lubed-up cock up to his ass, and with the other hand, I spread his ass
cheeks a bit.  I pressed the head of my cock against his hole, feeling
hesitation at first.  But then it slipped in.  It seemed just as welcoming
as it had been in the cabin.  I slowly moved deeper into Matt's ass,
finally feeling my cock press against his prostrate.  Matt had been letting
out some small groans of pleasure as I moved into him, but now he let an
"Oh!" slip out as I pressed my cock against his prostate.  Soon, I started
to fuck him, moving rhythmically back and forth.  I released his cheeks,
and took both hands to grasp him on his hips.  My fucking intensified, and
soon the semi-darkness of my dad's studio was ringing with the sound of my
belly slapping Matt's ass.  It didn't take too long before I could feel the
sensation, and soon I was unloading my jizz into Matt's hole.  As I did, I
bent over, with my chest on his back.  I left my cock in his ass, feeling
my juice draining into him.  Our sweat mingled between us, and I found
myself wanting to stay in his ass.  After a few minutes I did pull out, and
grabbed the towel that I had hidden under my sleeping bag for cleaning up.
I wiped up Matt's hole, and then my own cock.  As I was doing that Matt
started to stroke his fully erect cock.  I placed the towel on the floor,
and laying on top of it, positioned myself to take him in my mouth.  Matt
ran his fingers in my hair as I sucked his cock, until I felt the pulse and
the explosion of his cum in my mouth. I stayed on him, taking in as much as
I could.  After I pulled off of him, we crawled up onto our respective
beds, and talked about things for a bit, every once in a while touching
each other hands or arms.  We fell asleep with our fingers interlocked.
	I woke up the next morning in my bag - I must've crawled in during
the night.  I looked at Matt, and he was also in his bag.  I looked at the
clock - SHIT!  7:30 AM!  I got up, pulled on my clothes, ran into the house
to shower and have breakfast, and headed to my church job late.  My boss
scolded me, but that was it.  When I returned home at lunch Matt was up and
talking to my mom.  We had lunch together, and Matt asked me to drop him
off at the beach on my way to work.  We took off; I dropped him off and
told him I'd get him at 4:30 or so.  My afternoon dragged on, but I finally
left and went to the beach, finding Matt chatting with some pretty brunette
from the church group.  We got home, where dinner was waiting, and then we
decided to head up to the mall for a movie.  When we got there we found
seats in the far back corner, and as soon as it went dark Matt took my
hand.  We held hands during the entire movie.  As the closing credits
started we dropped our hands, and I noticed that he was tented, as I was
too.  I knew he had only the shorts on, no underwear, and I was so tempted
to go down on him right there.  We headed out of the theater, our hands in
our pockets to hide our boners, Matt said he was hungry, so we headed to
the Bob's close by for a late dinner.  By the time we were done it was
nearly 11 PM.  But the thought of him with no underwear, so ready there to
be sucked, drove me wild, and as we got close to the car I looked around,
seeing if there was anyone there. I couldn't wait.  As I went to his side
of the car to unlock the door, I pushed Matt against the car, and forced my
hand into his shorts, grabbing his cock.  I kissed him hard on the lips,
and he opened his mouth to receive my tongue.  I then undid his fly, and
broke the kiss, and then squatted in front of him, pulling his shorts down
to his knees and taking his semi-stiff cock in my mouth.  Matt held onto my
head as I bobbed up and down on his growing cock.  The whole thing totally
excited him and it was less than a minute before his cum flowed from his
cock into my eager mouth.  I took all his juices and then pulled off him,
licking him clean.  He pulled his shorts up, grabbed my crotch, but I
stopped him.  He gave me a surprised look, and I told him I wanted to go
someplace where he could do it.  We got in my car and drove to the nearby
high school, going into the empty, dark parking lot.  I pulled into a spot
farthest from a light, and Matt quickly undid my fly, and helped me pull my
shorts down, along with my briefs, and then he gave me the most eager, most
intense blowjob he'd ever given me yet.  After I shot my load in his mouth,
I pulled everything up, zipped up, and we drove home.  It was nearly
midnight.  We went directly into the studio, stripped naked, and crawled
into our bags.
	The next day, Thursday, was a free day.  We both woke late, with
dad working on something in the studio.  I had to surreptitiously get my
briefs and slip them on, and pulled myself out of the bag.  I mentioned to
my dad that Matt and I wanted to drive to the observatory at Mt. Palomar,
and he said he'd like to join us.  So, after Matt got up, and we had
breakfast, we packed the things to make a lunch, and got into my dad's car
for the drive to Palomar.  It took well over an hour to get there, and up
at the elevation of nearly 7000', it was cooler.  We made our lunches, and
then took in the observatory.  We left the mountain in the early afternoon,
and dad suggested we go to Julian, which sounded good since we were close.
We got there before 2 PM, and took in the sights.  We left there about 3
PM, and got home about 5 PM.  Mom had dinner done by 6 PM, which we ate out
in the backyard.  Matt suggested we see if any of my buds were available,
and I made a few calls.  One of my buddies was willing to hang out, so we
went to his house, where we watched a couple of movies on HBO.  We left his
house and got home by midnight.  For some reason, neither of us really were
thinking of sex, but we went to bed, stripping naked as we had been, and
talking while we touched each other gently until we fell asleep.
	Friday was the last full day Matt would be with us, and I had to
work.  I got to work on time, and at lunch I came home, taking Matt to the
beach on my way back to the church.  It was a busy day, since we had to get
ready for Sunday.  Vacuuming, cleaning bathrooms and making sure the coffee
was prepped for Sunday took a while.  I left the church a bit late, got to
the beach, and got Matt.  He was talking to the same brunette again.  As he
left, he got a hug, and then she ran up to him and handed him a piece of
paper.  As we walked back to the car he showed it to me - it was her phone
number.  We headed home, and my parents suggested that since it was his
last night we eat out at a nice place.  I agreed, so Matt showered and
dressed nicely, and we went to a nice restaurant in Dana Point, having a
good dinner.  During dinner Matt would frequently brush his leg against
mine, and one time touched my leg with his hand.  I was getting horned up
during all this and knew I wanted to fuck him one last time that night.
After dinner we got home, and Matt and I hung out with my parents watching
TV until they went to bed.  Matt and I stayed in the living room until
after the 11 PM news, and then we went into the studio.  Before I had the
chance to say or do anything, Matt grabbed me, pulled me to him and kissed
me passionately, forcing his tongue into my open and receptive mouth.  We
quickly and haphazardly stripped off each other's clothes, and got down on
our knees while still kissing.  Then Matt pulled away from me, and turned
himself around, and backed into me, spreading his ass cheeks and guiding
his hole over to my cock.  I knew what he wanted.  But I was surprised he
was doing it without lube.  He continued to crawl backwards towards me, and
then placed his ass on my cock tip, and slowly pushed himself down onto my
cock.  OH MY GOD!  It was not easy. I could see how well lube helps.  Matt
worked himself slowly down on me, but I could tell it was hurting him too.
He pulled off of me, and crawled on his hands and knees to his bag, pulling
out the tube of lube.  He opened up the tube, came over to me, slathered it
on my cock, and then reached around and applied it to his hole.  "Get up,
John, and go sit on the edge of the bed."  I obeyed him, getting off the
floor and sitting on the edge of my bed.  Matt walked towards me, his nice
cock sticking straight out.  I reached for it, but he slapped my hand away
from it.  Then he started to straddle my legs, moving slowly up so that his
chest was in my face.  I took my cock and pointed it up, and slowly, Matt
positioned himself with his hole on my cock tip.  He slipped down, and my
cock fed into his hole easily.  I kissed his smooth bare chest as he began
to ride my cock, slowly moving up and down.  I began to undulate too,
moving up when he came down so my cock went deeper into his ass.  He was
groaning softly as we fucked, and after a few thrusts he bent down to kiss
me.  We kissed passionately as we fucked, and the whole thing so turned me
on that I shot my load in just a few minutes, feeling it was a huge load as
well.  Matt stayed on me for a couple of minutes, allowing me to run my
hands over his naked and smooth chest, shoulders, arms, thighs, belly, and
finally to his cock.  I wanted it so badly.  He then pulled off of my cock,
and stood in front of me as I eagerly bent down and started to suck him.
This time Matt face-fucked me, thrusting his cock into my mouth while I
sucked on him.  He must've been super horny too, because he shot his load
in less than a couple of minutes.  But this time he splashed his cum all
over my face, and I licked off what I could.  I took the towel from its
hiding place, wiped my face down, then his asshole, and finally my cock,
which was red with irritation from the fucking.  Matt went over to his bed
and laid down on it, on his back, allowing the dim streetlight to highlight
his awesome body.  I went over to him, and moved to being on top of him,
placing cock against cock.  I bent down, started to kiss him as I pressed
myself against him.  For several minutes we made out, humping and grinding,
both of us having a second climax with a bit of cum.  I got off of him,
cleaned he and I up, and then went to my sleeping bag, falling asleep
quickly.
	The next day, Saturday, was when Matt was to leave.  We had
breakfast with my parents, and then took a quick trip to the beach.  We
went back home around lunchtime, had a quick lunch, and then Matt needed to
go.  As I walked him to the car my dad joined us, so I couldn't really say
anything.  There was no need to.  His look said it all.  We had both
enjoyed a week of friendship and sex.  He commented about staying in touch
before school started, and I agreed.  We gave each other guy hugs, and he
shook my dad's hand, and then he was gone.
	A couple of days later my parents got a letter from Matt, as did I.
Theirs was a thank you letter with some cash.  Matt wanted to help defray
the food expenses for the week.  My parents thought he was a very nice,
very well brought-up Christian "boy".  If only they knew he liked to get
fucked by their son, and that he and I performed oral on each other
multiple times, sometimes under their noses!  My letter was VERY different.
I had some cash to defray all the gas, but the letter expressed how much he
had enjoyed himself during the week, and without being explicit, he
mentioned our "talks" in the studio, or the "chat" we had by my car after
the movie.  The letter also has been "sealed" with his cum, like he'd done
before.  As soon as my mom was down for her nap I jerked off reading the
letter and reliving all the events of the previous week.
	School started several weeks later, and Matt was my roommate again.
But the girl he'd gotten frustrated about that first night we had enjoyed
sex with each other was now more open to him, so the first few weeks
nothing happened.  Then, just before Thanksgiving, she dumped him, and the
night before we'd go to our homes for the holiday, we gave each other head.
The rest of the school year was a blur since it was our senior year.  We
simply had no time for sex.  We ended our sexual relationship without it
really ending - it just stopped.  Matt and I remained friends after
college, but eventually life pulled us in different directions, and we lost
touch.  But that summer of my 21st year was awesome because I had done what
I'd wanted to do for years: have sex with a hot guy.  Thank you, Matt.