Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 18:47:37 -0000
From: Jake deEnternet <collegejake19@hotmail.com>
Subject: jock-roommate-ruckus-2

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jock-roommate-ruckus part 2
(tt, college, oral)
by Jake

	Over the next few weeks, college life was
pretty much everything I expected. Getting drunk every Friday and Saturday
night (and sometimes Thursday), occasionally bringing back a chick to my
room (remember - I'm bi), and doing everything I could to keep up my image
with the guys on my floor. As far as I knew, Justin hadn't told anyone (if
he even remembered the night), which was fine with me. But by the last
weekend in September, sucking Justin off was something that happened almost
every night. Not that I minded it.
	I learned a lot more about Justin. He
was first string running back for his high school football team in high
school and also was on track. He definitely had the body for both of those
sports. He was also majoring in electrical and computer engineering, which
was surprising given how much of a jock he was.
	I was sitting in my room
one Tuesday night studying my calculus when the phone rang for Justin. I
could hear him talking on it, being the typical college asshole guy:
	"Yeah,
last weekend I got my dick sucked Friday and Saturday. Nah, the bitch
wouldn't let me fuck her. She mighta been hot, I don't remember."
	Obviously
Justin had had his dick sucked by me, but I was sure he wasn't going to say
that to a friend. Hearing him talked about it got me semi-hard, and watching
him did the trick the rest of the way. I was wearing a wife beater, some
black adidas windpants, and some navy blue and tan plaid abercrombie boxers
(the boxers I'm wearing right now, actually!). The problem with windpants is
that when you get aroused, it's ultra-obvious. But by this time Justin and I
felt free to talk about it. Justin hung up the phone.
	I laughed. "Justin,
wanna help me out here?" I grabbed my crotch.
	"That depends, man."
	He
turned towards me and I could tell that he was somewhat aroused in
anticipation of what was going to happen next, but I had some work to do. He
looked so hot in his khaki cargo shorts and dark grey joe boxers, and of
course staring at his shiny chest was always a turn on. I noted the firm
shadows his pecs made on his abs, and his abs that he had been working on
every day at the gym since we came here. He cracked a grin and put his hands
on his hips and planted his feet firmly on the ground.
	"Jake, get over
here." He started laughing.
	I stood up and walked over to him. From what I
knew, he didn't care about seeing my body (which hurt, because I put a lot
of work into it and think it looks good), he just wanted my mouth. But that
was good enough for me. He undid the belt on his shorts and let them drop to
the floor. I walked over to him and kneeled in front of him. I started to
run my fingers around his chiseled abs and his perfect belly button before
moving my hands under the elastic of his steel grey boxers. His manhood was
almost in my face, and looked about 6 inches - meaning he wasn't fully "up"
yet. I got kind of dazed just staring at him, until he touched the side of
my face. Feeling his big hand on my face made me almost blow up right there,
but I persevered and slide his boxers down to his thighs as I took in the
sight of his monstrous cock, and how I was going to suck it right in the
middle of our room.
	I started off giving a gentle handjob. Maybe it was
just me, but I think he liked looking at my biceps as they flexed. Shortly
though we knew what we both wanted, and that was for me to taste him. I
stared at his fully grown cock - it looked about 7 inches long, same as mine
- one last time before it vanished into my mouth. I reach both of my hands
behind him and started kneading the soft white globes that were his ass. He
started to gently face-fuck me and run his hands through my hair. I worked
on him a little more, running my hands up and down his back, and moving them
around front to feel his abs and thighs while I sucked him off. He really
could last a long time, I had to give him that. Right now I was bursting at
the seams, anything that touched me could have set me off. So I started to
pull his ass closer to my mouth and therefore make him pump me harder,
because I wanted him to come in my mouth so badly. All of a sudden he pulled
out of my mouth and pulled up his boxers and his shorts. I could still tell
he was fully boned underneath.
	"Dude, there are some friends I want you to
meet. You'll like them."
	I knew he was probably right, especially if they
were from his high school. Justin was from Ohio, so however they raised
their guys down there was ok with me.
	We walked a block away to Evers Hall
where his friends lived. Apparently there was only one "friend," because we
found ourselves in a single room. This guy was another GOD, just like
Justin. He was standing there in just a pair of plain white boxers, and
looked like he could have passed for Nick Lachey from 98 degrees. This guy
was about 6'4, and must have weighed about 220, and it was solid muscle. His
brown hair was spiked in front, and he was even darker tanned than Justin or
myself. His boxers were baggy enough to hide any glimpse of package that I
could have gotten, but there was still a noticeable bulge that appeared to
have grown when it saw me. I also noticed a tiny red "AF92" stitched onto
the bottommost part of the left leg. An Abercrombie guy like me. Hmm. I
would have gone down on him in a second.
	"Jake, meet Kyle. He's my cousin,"
Justin said. "Be nice to him."
	Kyle shook my hand. "Nice to meet
ya."
	Justin apparently felt like he wasn't needed anymore, so he turned
around and left. Kyle walked to the door and locked it. I glanced at Kyle's
ass as his back was turned toward me. Very luscious indeed. I could feel
blood starting to pump into my dick, as I was almost sure of what was going
to happen next.
	Kyle said nothing, but reached to the band of my windpants.
He pulled them down to my ankles. I could tell he was coming to full
attention too. Kyle slipped off his boxers, twirled them over his head and
threw them onto the bed. I wanted to see what they smelled like, but first I
had to pay attention to this striking specimen. His dick wasn't as big as I
though, but it was still almost 8 inches when fully hard. Later on I found
out that Kyle was 22 and a senior, so it was natural that he was a little
bigger than me. He was perfectly tan, even on his dick and ass, which was a
total turn-on for me. I didn't get on my knees just yet though, because I
wanted to see what he'd do next. I peeled my beater off, exposing my chest,
and while not nearly as good as Kyle's, I still had a definite 6pack. He
walked up to me, totally naked and pointing the way forward, and began to
stroke my chest.
	We worked out way over to the bed and both sat down on it.
I pulled my boxers down and off, throwing them in a pile with a bunch of
other clothes.
	He whispered to me, "You're a really sexy guy."
	I whispered
back, "You too." Real eloquent huh? Well, when you're as consumed with lust
as I was, it's pretty tough to quote Shakespeare.
	Now, I hate to ruin the
story when it gets to this point, but I'm trying to be as accurate as
possible. He touched my cock and started giving me a handjob, when after
about 5 seconds of just staring at his gorgeous body and thinking about what
he was doing to me, I blew up. But the story doesn't end there. I shot my
load all over my chest, when he pushed me down onto my back and started to
rub his cock on my abs. Ab-fucking is totally hot, let me just tell you that
right now. I could almost feel my cock trying to rise again under the
pressure. I laid back and stared at his cock as it ran over my abs, touching
the semen which had just shot out of my dick. Then I pushed him down onto
his back, and began to move my mouth closer to this engorged monster of a
man.
	I wrapped my lips around his monstrous penis (and all this time I
thought they didn't get any bigger than Justin's and mine) and began to go
to town. Apparently the ability to last forever is one of Justin's family
traits. I started slamming my mouth over his dick after a while in an effort
to get him to come. Sure enough, that did the trick. I heard him breathe
heavily and could feel his veins in his dick coursing. A few seconds later
he grabbed my head and forced it all the way down on his cock, shooting load
after load into my eager mouth. It was so incredibly erotic. We both laid in
each others arms, tracing lines with our fingers around each other's abs and
pecs, and occasionally touching each other's asses. That was one of the best
hours of my life. Then I got dressed, said my goodbyes, and left. Did I see
him again? Of course. I even made sure I would by grabbing his white boxers
and putting them on underneath my windpants, leaving him with my boxers.
Justin would notice, but oh well.

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