Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2001 18:33:32 -0000
From: Jake deEnternet <collegejake19@hotmail.com>
Subject: jock-roommate-ruckus-4

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jock-roommate-ruckus part 4
(tt, college, oral)
by Jake

	Most of the people on my floor of the dorm
thought that Justin (my roommate) was a stuck-up asshole, only because he
was good-looking. I knew the truth though, and Justin was a very sensitive
guy. It took me a few months for him to let his guard down, once he realized
that we weren't exactly in competition. He knew I was bi, and mostly
straight, so he respected me for liking girls. I think he was a little more
open to "random acts of gayness" as I call them, even though we never really
breached the subject. Plus I'm not like "out of the closet boy" or anything,
I'm still very sheltered and straight-acting about my bi-ness.
	One Friday
night (actually, Saturday morning) after Justin and I had gotten back from a
fun night and completely smashed, we were a little bit more open about our
sexual desires and how we would use any means necessary to fulfill
them.
	"Jake, did you see that blonde chick in the leather pants? I was
making out with her by the keg for like 10 minutes. I would have gotten her
back here if her friend hadn't said anything," said Justin. He said it much
less eloquently and more slurredly, however. Justin was a hornball, but he
had his standards.
	"Dude, I'm so plastered," I replied. "Let's call for a
pizza."
	Justin vetoed the idea, and told me he was going to take a shower
and head to bed. He shucked his hawaiian shirt and wife beater to reveal
that tan 6pack that had only gotten tighter since the start of the year.
Then he dropped his pants (almost tripping on them when stepping out of the
legs) to reveal some red and tan checked knit boxers. He looked so sexy, and
as a result of the commingling of my inebriation and his, I decided to take
what I wanted so badly.
	I walked up to Justin and started massaging his
shoulders.
	"Dude, lay down and lemme give you a massage." I said.
	He laid
down on his back and I proceeded to massage his pecs. They were so tight and
unbelievably smooth. I could almost trace out the individual muscles with my
fingers, and soon my "massage" turned into a "caress." He closed his eyes,
which I took to be an indication to move lower. His tight 6pack was
glistening with sweat most likely from the alcohol consumption, but also
hopefully in anticipation of the delights to come. An already large basket
mushroomed slightly in his boxers. This was always a sign to continue.
	I
moved my hand down to the top two muscles in his 6pack. His abs were sunken
back in his chest and had very good definition for an 18 year old. He
started to shiver and I reached up to close the window. The tiny blonde
dusting of hair on his chest served to make his abs softer, but the hair was
so fine it was almost invisible. I moved down, circling my fingers around
his belly button. Just inches separated me from his almost fully-aroused
member.
	I gave a gentle tug on the elastic waistband of his boxers and ran
my hands along the length of it. Justin apparently thought I wasn't getting
him off quickly enough, and took my hand in his and shoved it under his
boxers. I could feel his spongy cock rapidly hardening. And I knew what
Justin wanted me to do to it. I smiled. I began gently tugging at his dick
from under the boxers. Justin slid them down to his knees. I started giving
some pretty hard pulls on his enormous college jockboy manhood when I
suddenly stopped.
	"Justin...you gotta get me off or I'll stop" I
mumbled.
	His face twitched. He wanted a blowjob or at least a handjob, but
he wasn't prepared to give me the same. Finally he figured that any genital
stimulation was better than none, so he reached over to my pants with one
huge man-hand and slid it under my boxers. I shot up instantly. He began
gently tugging and applying some pressure to me, and I leaned forward and
wrapped my lips around his sausage. After a few seconds I stopped and
started getting him off with my hand, looking at his shiny manhood. I almost
wished I was a girl so I could have him inside of me. Or at least so he
would find me as attractive as I found him. But I wasn't exactly at my most
lucid, so I descended on his cock once again and he began face-fucking
me.
	I stopped sucking Justin and got up on top of him. I started to grind
my penis against his, which was so hot. I think he liked the sensation also.
I came pretty quickly, shooting load after load onto his chest. I wiped it
in with my hands and proceeded to lay down on my side, facing him. I tugged
at his cock with one hand, alternating with wrapping my lips around it and
giving a few deep sucks. I could hear a gurgling sound in his bladder, which
told me he was about ready to burst. So I shoved my mouth down the entire
length of his dick, and he grabbed my hair and pushed down. He shot about 12
spurts down my throat, clenching and unclenching his cock involuntarily. He
began to moan and breathe deeply. Sex with this man was almost an art, and I
felt like I had earned my place in the gallery.
	Justin got up to take a
shower. He threw his boxers in my face and told me to keep them...and "use"
them sometime.
	We both slept well that night. My collection of boxers was
beginning to grow. To get a third pair from a companion, I would have to do
some detective work. But this was my favorite kind of detective
work!

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short, but that's because there was no buildup to the sex, just the lust.
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