Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 22:31:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Midw Stud <midweststudent88@yahoo.com>
Subject: My God My Roommate

This series of stories is fiction, although inspired by real people,
places, events, etc.  I have been working on them on and off for a long
time, but decided to start posting them because I recently saw the
inspiration for Tys for the first time in a long time.  Please also look at
my series of (almost completely) non-fiction stories of my own experiences,
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/true-campus-stories/ And, as always,
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After sending Carter that last message, Tyson threw his towel over a chair
in his room and flopped his long body down on his bed.  A pain made him
realize his cock was wedged back under his balls, and he reached down to
free it and lay it over his hip.  He put his arms behind his head as he
shivered when the AC came on and blew a cold draft onto his crotch.  Things
had really worked out he thought.  He never had dreamed a couple years back
that he'd be going to play Division 1 basketball.  He really liked lacrosse
better, but as he passed 6'4 and became a standout for his school and on
his elite travel team, it made more sense to focus on basketball.  The past
couple seasons he hadn't even started practicing with the lacrosse team
until halfway through the season when basketball championships and state
tournament finally ended.  He was proud of himself too.  He was a nice guy,
had a lot of friends, his parents were very proud of him.  He liked that he
wasn't the stereotypical asshole jock.  He was friends with all kinds of
people.  He had a couple bands, hung out with the arty and nerdy kids too.
Everyone liked him and wanted to be his friend, and that was really what he
was happiest about.

The summer had been a blast.  The trip to Europe was awesome.  He had
really liked the guys he was with since he had a lot in common with them.
His travel elite basketball team at home was a college pipeline, but most
of the guys who played were kind of thuggish, always talking about bitches
and money, so certain they were going to be in the NBA.  The guys he had
gone to Europe with were like him both basketball and academic standouts.
They were from all over the country, and all were, like him, headed to
schools that fall that not only had great basketball, but also top
academics.  Since he'd been back, it was just one long happy summer day.
His dad didn't want him to get a job, since he had to do daily workouts for
basketball, and he was finishing up a project that involved community
service he had begun as a senior project last year.  He was doing grueling
workouts every day with a trainer at the college a half mile from his
parents' house who had been a conditioning advisor to his high school
sports programs.  He'd often run after his workouts in the hot humid
weather, and after that sometimes play basketball or throw the lacrosse
ball or play tennis with friends.  He was in the best shape of his life and
looked it.  Tyson was not a vain guy, but he did know he was good looking,
and not just because everyone said so, women blushed in front of him (and
some guys), and he turned heads wherever he went.  Tyson figured it was
more because of his athletic ability, or his academic prowess, that success
was attractive.  But having won best looking guy in his school yearbook all
four years, he did know that most people found him hot.

But still, despite all he had to be proud of, Tyson was very humble and
self-effacing, not being one to steal the limelight, and always helping
others to do their best and look good too.  He was funny and confident in
the way well-bred southerners are, but not cocky, except when it came to
sports.  Through his music and some plays he'd been in during school, he
knew a wide range of people, although his closest friends were like him
preppy and athletic and from the tight knit world of the old families in
his city.  What made his day was when he was in the halls in school,
walking with the circle of guys and girls that usually surrounded him, and
he'd say hi to some nerd, or theater kid, or goth, or stoner by name and
make conversation.  The types who were basically invisible to most of his
friend group.  Although his scene was very comfortable, and he felt like he
knew most people his age in the city, regardless of where they went to high
school, Tyson was looking forward to being away from home, and the bigger
world of a university.

Tyson ran his large hand down his chest till it found his cock.  That was
something else he was proud of.  Despite girls routinely throwing
themselves at him, and many more making it clear he could fuck them
whenever he wanted, he had only had two semi-serious girlfriends, and
usually avoided hooking up at parties and that sort of thing.  He was no
prude, he was just the type who thought sex should mean something, and was
actually proud he didn't jump at every opportunity to fuck.  What had
thrown him for a loop had been some experiences over the past two years
with a friend, actually a lot of experiences.  Tyson grabbed his long fat
soft cock, and felt some blood pump into it as he thought of the times with
his friend Everett.  Everett was one of his best friends, and they went to
the same high school, played lacrosse together, and had started a band
together.  Tyson felt the blood rush into his cock, and gave it a stroke
and squeeze, then pinched the head, something he had found drove him wild.

There was no debate about it, Tyson had an absolutely enormous cock.  The
source of jealously and comments in locker rooms and among friends since he
was 12 years old.  He had a feeling most people knew about it, either from
girls he'd been with, or from guys on all his various teams, gyms, etc.  He
was proud of it, but not in a fetishistic way or with a superior attitude,
Tyson just loved to play with it, look at it, and most of all loved the
amazement and joy it brought others, whether they were just peeking at it
in the lockers, or having a more intimate encounter with it.  The big tube
of flesh started in some sparse light blonde pubes, almost invisible from a
distance.  The base of his dick was giant, and the long pale shaft had some
large visible veins, wrapping around the penis until they became entangled
in his large translucent foreskin that covered a big heart-shaped head that
ballooned out from the end of the shaft.  It was a magnificent piece of
meat.

A couple years earlier on a weekend-long lacrosse tournament, the teammates
he was sharing a hotel room with were talking about it, begging him to tell
them how long it was hard. They had certainly seen it hard before, either
under shorts, or when Tys popped a bone in the showers.  They couldn't
believe Tyson had never measured it, and finally convinced him to let them
measure it.  Tyson wasn't too sure about it, but they wouldn't drop it.
One of them cleverly remembered the ruler printed on the inside cover of a
school notebook he had brought, but the problem came as to how to do it.
They finally talked Tyson out of the pajama bottoms he was wearing, but the
huge dick was just hanging there like a wet rope, way below the bottom of
his big loose sack.  Tyson gave it a few half-hearted tugs, but it didn't
spring to life.  He was pulling his pajamas up and telling them to forget
it when one of his teammates volunteered to try, a little too quick and
enthusiastically.  Before he could protest, the three other guys had pushed
him back onto one of the beds they'd all be sharing.  They all attacked him
at the same time.  Two of them had a hand each on Tyson's dick and ballsac,
and the other was sort of rubbing his abs and six pack.  Within a few
seconds, Tys felt the blood rushing downwards and his cock sprung to life.
The guys had big smiles and were telling each other words of encouragement
as they worked Tyson's big cock to a raging hard erection.  One of them
grabbed the notebook and lined it up under Tyson's cock.  Tysons felt the
corner of the cardboard pressing into his sack hard as the guy proclaimed
it a foot long.  Another teammate told him you have to measure from the
top, so he switched it around, poking it hard into Tys' pubes.  They argued
about where the ruler should start, but they finally agreed on 10.75
inches.

After the guys had measured his cock, one of them said "we can't leave him
like this!"  Tyson told them not to worry, but they already had hands all
over him.  They were all wearing boxerbriefs or mesh lacrosse shorts, and
Tyson smiled a little when he checked around and saw they were all hard as
hell, and the two guys in bbriefs had big visible wet spots.  The three of
them jerked his cock and felt his body up excitedly.  One of the guys
working his balls kept pushing on the spot under his sack, making Tys' cock
twitch.  Tyson precummed like a faucet and it wasn't long until the whole
head and most of the shaft were slippery and sticky.  Tys was still pretty
embarrassed and wanted it all to be over, but was also overcome by lust
feeling so many hands on him for the first time, and being the center of
sexual attention.  The guys picked up their pace and one of them was really
working his precum-soaked foreskin way back, and doing something amazing on
the exposed sensitive head.  Tyson's foreskin was odd in that it didn't
quite cover his head when he was soft, but didn't retract much no matter
how hard he was.  He'd usually skin it back when he jerked, or before he
slid it in anywhere.  After a few more minutes of this treatment, Tys felt
his balls boiling and pretty soon felt it rising fast.  He didn't think to
warn the guys, and the first two shots hit the one who was leaned over his
torso right in the ear and then cheek.  He even had a little on his lips.
The next 6 or 8 shots didn't travel so far, but Tys' stomach and cock were
covered in sperm.

Tyson went in the bathroom to clean up a little, and when he returned, they
were two in one bed, one in the other, all jerking off.  Tyson stood in the
doorway and looked at the scene.  Three hot lacrosse bros, and jerking
madly.  Two of them had nice big fat dicks, and Tys couldn't remember
having ever seen either of them hard in the showers or anywhere.  The third
had a surprisingly little cock, which was surprising to Tys because his
actually looked big in the showers, at least as big as it was now.  The
three had gotten so worked up molesting Tyson that it didn't take long, and
within a few minutes the first of them cried out and covered his chest and
tummy with cream.  The others followed shortly, and they were left there,
out of breath, the room smelling like dirty lacrosse gear, pads, cups, and
sperm.  One of them finally said "that was awesome" before the group
quickly decided that no one else needed to know about this.

Tyson jerked his cock faster now after remembering his time with his
teammates.  He should have done this before his shower, his precum had
already made a mess.  He thought about Everett too, and what they had done,
making him shudder a little and tense up under his nuts.  Everett hadn't
been one of the guys in the hotel room that night, but Tys had been
suspicious that someone had told him or word had gotten around somehow.
The suspicion was because it wasn't long after that happened, that Everett
often seemed to be closer to him physically, and started more obviously
bringing up sex in conversation.  Like when they were together, he'd
casually touch Tyson a lot more.  Give him a spank during lacrosse
practice, let their legs touch when they studied together, or keep his arm
around him when they jammed.  Tyson and Everett spent a lot of time
together.  Tyson always drove him to school, and they usually would workout
or run together before school.  There was lacrosse, and the band, and their
parents lived pretty close to each other, so they just ended up at one
another's house very often.  They were in the same large group of friends,
and often partied together on weekends, but Tyson had a tight group of
friends from his private middle school downtown that he often hung with
separately.

The summer following the hotel room thing, Tys was over at Everett's house
supposedly studying, but mainly hanging out and playing some music.  Ev's
parents were out till late, and so they had gone out in the yard and smoked
some weed.  They were sitting on the edge of Everett's bed, Ev sort of
strumming some chords now and then, working on a song they were trying to
write.  Ev was sitting with his leg pressed against Tyson's and whenever he
wasn't strumming the strings, he'd let his hand fall onto Tyson's thigh.
Tys didn't think too much of it until Everett put his guitar down and was
just looking at him.  "Tys," he said and stopped.  Before Tyson could ask
him what, Ev leaned over and kissed him, bringing his hand up around Tys
neck and pulling him in for a long kiss.  When they finally pulled apart,
Everett finished his sentence: "I think I love you dude."  Tyson didn't
know what to think or say.  "I'm sorry," Ev continued, "I shouldn't have
done that.  I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.  I just think
you're awesome.  I know you're into girls.  I don't want to mess up our
friendship.  I just had to tell you."