Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2006 20:35:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rex Rush <kingofcroffee@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roomie Mess 6

I didn't think that I was going to write another part to this story.  I
don't know how good it will be to continue.  I think you will see why as
you read this one.  I have thought I needed to write it and since I'm not
working or going to school this summer, I have time to write, and a lot of
time to think.

It was all going great at school and with Christian.  Christian was very
much a part of my friends and got into most of the fun, and trouble, we got
into.  He could bitch with the best of them about the Mavs.  He could suck
down a plate of hot wings without bothering to sit down.  And he would make
all the right faces and the right sounds when our waitress at Hooters would
bend over and serve the drinks and food.  He very much seemed to be
enjoying life in college and the dorms.

Within the dorm was our room that we did get the most enjoyable of the
activities.  Neither one of could have ever expected that our relationship
would take us anywhere near where we went.  I couldn't have imagined it.  I
doubt if Christian could imagine anybody doing it at all.  There were times
when I would sit in class, intending on paying attention to the lecture but
my mind would take my back and relive some of the things we had done and
generate new images of things that we might do.  I would lose all
concentration on the lecture, sometimes not really conscience of being in
class with 50 people sitting around me.

I thought about that evening in the caliche pit.  We had our brand new
rifles, shooting at beer cans, enjoying the warm sun, stinking from sweat,
dust and gunpowder and it led to an exciting loving moment.  And I had
sucked dick and didn't die.  I sucked a dick that was reeking of the scent
of man, hot musky aroma that filled my lungs, that I just couldn't breathe
deeply enough.  I felt that velvety skin over the rock hard huge dick.  I
even had a boy's cum shoot in my mouth.  I didn't die, I didn't go into
convulsions, I didn't quit enjoying sports, beer, knocking around with
other guys, or even life.  It was more than having a dick in my mouth,
there was something that made a connection in our lives that I can feel
deeply in my heart and gut.  It was fulfilling and built a strong desire.

Our room stopped being one of those rooms where the door was always opened
and guys would drift in a congregate.  It was good to be one of those rooms
but we started to lock the door more and more.  Most of the time nothing
would actually be going on but we both felt like we needed a little more
privacy.  It was as if we had created our own space and didn't want anyone
in it.

And behind closed doors things opened up.  I was already spending time
without a stitch of clothes on.  I would take my time getting ready to get
dressed.  I would shave in the room over the sink rather than in the
bathroom, I used all the creams to keep me pretty, and all the lotions to
make me smell good, all while walking around the room naked.  Christian no
longer peeked out of the corner of his eye but he looked and commented and
smiled.  There were nights that I never put clothes back on.

And Christian went from hiding and never removing all his clothes in front
of me to doing much of the same naked demonstration for me.  I loved seeing
him naked.  He didn't have an athletic body but he was no skinny thing
either.  His muscles were well defined and everything looked so
proportional, well almost everything.  His skin had a pink glow and it
seemed to shine.  As the sun was hanging around more with the warmer
weather, it brought definite tan lines that got my attention.  His bubble
butt was tight and cute.  His dick was heavy and huge.  His balls hung so
low at times that I had to ask him how he kept them in his jeans.

I noticed that there was one awkward moment almost every day.  When we woke
up with morning wood, there was a real reluctance to let the other guys
see.  I guess its just something that developed over the years, having to
hide boners all through growing up.  But there were other times that
showing and seeing each other's boners was a great and open thing.

Not long after we tried out our new rifles, we were hanging around the dorm
on a Saturday night.  Our floor was quiet and we shut and locked our door.
I was already down to just wearing gym shorts and ratty old t-shirt, my
mother called them my pajamas.  I got up to get something from the drawers
under my bed.  As I leaned over Christian saw a hole it the bottom of my
shorts and just couldn't resist it.  He poked a finger in the hole and I
jumped and just about hit the ceiling.  Christian was laughing hysterically
on his bed.  I was trying to get my heart to return to my chest.  While it
surprised me, it was also that Christian's finger hit me dead center on my
butt hole.  He didn't realize it until I told him later.  It was like he
hit the ON button.

My dick went to full blown boner almost immediately.  It was too much for
me to resist and I jumped on Christian.  I was trying to wrestle him around
and acted like I was going to get even.  He just kept laughing, and I made
it worse by tickling him.  I felt small in his grasp but also very warm and
extremely comfortable.  Our faces were pressed against each other and I
loved the warm smooth feel of his cheek on mine.  As I moved around, my
lips touched his and our wrestling quickly settled into kissing.  Deep hard
emotional kisses.  Hands were moving up and down bodies.  My shorts must
have ridden up on me because my dick came out of the leg of the shorts and
was pressing against the hot skin of Christian's leg.

Christian tried to talk a few times before I let up on the kissing to let
him.  He told me that he would do "that" to me.  I had to ask him what he
meant by "that".  I finally figured it out when he told me that I had done
"that" to him in the caliche pit, and he had promised to do "that" to me
later.  I laughed a little and then with my lips on his I said, "you want
to suck my dick."  And he said it back to me.  We thought it was funny
talking with our lips touching and we did it a couple more times.  Then I
thought that we were wasting a whole lot of time lip talking and I could be
having my dick sucked!

We figured that I should stand in front of him and he would stay on the
bed.  I slipped my shorts down and my dick sprang out like a cat attacking
a toy mouse.  Christian looked up and me and smiled.  I was thinking that
he would have to get ready and build up courage to do it.  I was trying to
build that courage as I stood there.  But then, Christian took my entire
dick in his mouth all at once.  That feeling of hot soft mouth was almost
more than I could take.  My knees actually went weak, I sucked in breath
like I had just surfaced from a deep dive underwater, and there was a shock
of electricity that I felt erupt from my balls and hit every finger and
toe.  I called out every religious figure I knew, and all sorts of bodily
functions, all with "OH" preceding them, as in "Oh god, Oh shit, Oh Jesus,
Oh fuck, Oh crap."  I had fucked girls, some in some interesting places,
and some in interesting positions.  I had even had my dick sucked by girls,
in my car, on a sleeping bag, and even behind the gym mats at another
school.  But up to that point nothing felt so good and nothing had taken my
body in so completely.

I really wanted it to last and I was holding my cum so hard.  I knew that
if I were to take a breath that I would lose control and start shooting.  I
warned Christian that I was going to shoot.  I didn't think that he heard
me, I told him again and he shook his head.  I asked him if he was going to
swallow, he shook his head no.  And he reached for his cup.  Then no matter
how hard I clenched, I started shooting.  I had handfuls of Christian's
hair as I pulled him tight against me.  His nose was planted in my pubes
and his chin was rubbing on my balls.  I had ten huge ropes that pumped
into Christian's mouth.  Then collapsed on his bed.  I did see him dump
what was left in his mouth into the cup.

He then laid down beside me.  When his face was right by mine, without even
thinking about it, I grabbed his face and kissed him hard and deep.  I
realized that I was tasting my own cum, for the first time ever.  At first
it really bothered me, I almost gagged.  Then it wasn't so bad.  Then I
forgot about it and was just into the kissing and all.  Then I felt wet on
Christian's face, and I took my tongue and wiped it off.  I got another
unintentional taste of my own cum.  It tasted familiar, it reminded me of
the scent of my dirty clothes as I carried them to the laundry, it was
strange but I didn't die after tasting my own cum.

My next thought was about how I had tasted Christian's cum, and the
wonderful taste and aroma of his dick in my mouth.  Even though I was
shaking and dizzy, I had to go down and suck Christian right then.  I moved
and saw him massaging his dick through his shorts.  I immediately got to
where I could do it and I yanked them off quick and easily.  There was a
string of clear precum that pulled away from that massive dick all the way
to his ankles.  I felt it hit my arm as I dove for his dick.  I stopped
just short of putting it my mouth and that made Christian jump.  I just had
to look at it closely.  It was thumping so hard and fast that it was like
it was begging for me to suck him.

It was something that I still had to fight to do but as soon as my lips
touched the head of his dick, I had no problem at all.  I took his dick
into my mouth slowly.  I wanted to take it in slow and make him feel each
inch and each good spot as I moved down on him.  I had blowjob like that
from a girlfriend.  I didn't last long with here doing that, in fact as
soon as her lips touched my pubes, I was shooting (and that isn't that long
of a trip).  I didn't take that long to get as much of his dick in my mouth
as possible.  I held his balls in my hands.  I was breathing deep again,
the scent coming from his balls was just so good.

When he warned me that he was cuming, and I knew he was because he balls
almost disappeared completely inside of him, he handed me the cup with my
cum.  I pulled my mouth off and the first shot went flying.  I stuck my
hand a few inches over his dick and tried to direct his cum into the cup.

That night continued with us staying naked in his bed and us jacking each
other off.  That night was also responsible for knocking down a lot of the
walls and concerns we had with each other.  I really didn't think you could
keep much from each other or be too concerned about expressing yourself
when you have had the other boy's dick in your mouth.  Morning boners were
still a thing to hide but not much else was.

Originally, I wrote a story that got to this point.  I think I recreated it
but I know I left some things out and did put a thing in.  I was just about
to send it when more happened and I had planned on sending it as its own
chapter but it was a big sports weekend and just didn't do it.

Since the walls had been knocked down, we started to do thing more often.
For awhile, we would end the day with just jacking off.  Just in our own
beds and jacking ourselves but it was a good easy way to end the day and be
able to go to sleep.  We got into several sessions of kissing and grinding.
Once ended up with me squirting in my black jeans that I had just put on to
go to some frat party that night.  And we did suck each other a couple more
times.  One started in the showers, that had a whole new taste and feel to
it.  We were probably close to getting caught but we did get back to the
room.

Then one Sunday morning after a pretty good time with each other the night
before, we were still in bed and just talking about what we wanted to do
that day.  It was one of the few days that it rained all semester and it
was pouring outside.  It added to our laziness in getting out of bed.  We
had talked about how we both liked sleeping while it rained.  Christian did
suggest that we just stay naked the rest of the day.  I asked him if he was
naked now and he quickly stripped off his underwear and tossed them at me.
They fell on my face and I could immediately smell his scent.  It was that
strong aroma of his cum and his musk.  I did put my hand on the underwear
to take it away but I was breathing in deeply and just couldn't take it
away.  They had that scent that I smell as I walk into our room, or that
rises from the washing machine as we do laundry, and the scent that fills
my nose when I bury it in his pubes and get a mouthful of his cum.

Christian said that he didn't know if I was naked or not but he knew I was
horny.  He could see my boner tenting my sheet.  I became naked quickly and
tossed him my underwear, but he quickly tossed them back at me.  I sniffed
them without really thinking and after all the fun from the day and night
before, they were pretty powerful themselves.  Christian asked that I toss
them back at him but I took them to him.  I slid in bed with him and we
just smiled and laughed a little.  Getting close like that had become more
and more prevalent with us and it would usually end up with us jacking,
grinding or sucking.

I could feel his boner pressing into my stomach and it was hot and hard.
My morning boner was needing attention and I thought I could go and suck
him off and get mine taking care of pretty quick.  Without much messing
around, I got up on my knees and moved down the bed.  Christian lifted his
legs in the air and held onto his knees.  I was where my dick was close to
his and I wiggled my hips and we did a little sword fighting.  I think I
used to do that as a kid much more than I let myself remember.  It was
making us both laugh.  I was very much outmatched, at least with our
weapons but I did have better swordsmanship.

In playing like that, my dick would hit behind his balls, even touching his
hole.  It made him jump and I purposely hit it there a few times to watch
him react.  Then I left it there, near his hole.  I teased like I was going
to stick it in.  Instead of jumping back or lowering his legs, he opened
his legs a little more.  I looked at his face and it was intense and he
seemed to be nodding to me.  When I put a little pressure on his hole with
me dick, his head was nodding a little more.  I pushed in and a little bit
of my dick head was in his hole.  Now there was no doubt that he was
nodding and no doubt where my dick was heading.  It was a lot different
than a pussy, there was nothing to lube his hole up and I didn't have
enough precum to matter.  I knew I wasn't going in without help.  I hopped
up and went for my closet.  I grabbed the Astroglide that I had since the
start of school.  Christian got set and I got back in between his legs.  I
didn't have a bit of questioning, we were going to do it.

I did lube up my dick and then ran fingers into his hole.  If I had just
used my fingers to fuck him, he would have been happy.  But there was no
way I was going to stop now.  I got tight up against him and put my dick on
his hole.  I looked at him one more time and he shook his head again.  I
realized that we hadn't said a word since my dick flipped behind his balls.
I held onto my dick as I pushed in.  I have never felt a pussy that tight.
I went in slowly and I thought I was in pretty deep when all of a sudden I
felt a snap and I was definitely in then.  Christian arched his back and
grimaced.  I looked like I had stabbed him.  I stopped for a minute and
drizzled some more Astroglide on my dick.  When I pushed again, I was
sliding much easier.  I pushed slowly until I felt my bone hit his butt.  I
was all the way in and I realized that I was fucking a boy and there was no
going back right then.

The next few minutes were a frenzy and my mind was a mess.  I humped deep
and slow for awhile and caught myself holding my breath.  I realized I was
feeling Christian's balls on my pubes and I moved so that I could feel them
more.  When I did that, I apparently hit the right spot in Christian's ass.
He screamed and started to shake.  I thought I had hurt him but he wanted
me to go on.  He was grinding his butt and I could figure what he wanted by
the way he moved.  He looked as close to shooting as I was.  I could help
it, I started to hump him as fast as my butt could.  I lasted a while but I
was shooting in his ass before too long.  Each time I shot, I jammed my
dick deep into him.  I don't know how many ropes I shot into him but I
wasn't sure if I was ever going to quit and I sure didn't want to.  When I
pulled my dick out of him, that little pop made it feel like I shot again.

I was sitting back on my heels and I watched Christian stroke about three
times and he started to erupt.  His cum was flying high.  It came down on
both of us.  When he milked that last rope out, I fell down on him.  Our
hearts were pounding, my mouth was so dry, I couldn't get enough air, and
my head was spinning.

We stayed there a little while but he had to get up to go to the bathroom.
We wrapped towels around us and hurried down the empty hall.  When we got
into the bathroom, Christian whispered to me that he was leaking cum out
his ass.  I laughed and thought about it, and when we did walk back to the
room, I saw some of my cum on the floor.  We both went into stalls and then
separate showers.  I was concentrating on getting empty and clean.  I knew
it was going to be my turn and I didn't want anything to mess it up.  I was
already amazed at how clean my dick was after being in his ass.

We did go back to our room.  We got back in his bed and relaxed.  We
watched the rain and kissed a little.  I was feeling a little guilty but
when we were so tightly pressed together and nothing seemed wrong, I
relaxed.  At one point, I whispered to him that he could do me next time.
He just nodded.  We did talk about some of the things we felt.  I told him
how tight he felt.  I told him what I thought about how he was so much
tighter than a pussy and asked him if he knew what I meant.  He said he
didn't, I wasn't meaning to get an answer.  I knew he had never fucked a
girl, I wasn't trying to get him to admit it.

The rain increased and the lightning was all around us.  A huge clap of
thunder almost knocked us out of bed.  All the power in our building went
off.  The AC shut off, the music from down the hall stopped, it got
extremely quiet.  Then the rain came even harder.  It was like a signal to
us.  We began to grind and kiss seriously.  I was thinking that this was
going to be my turn.  I even worked to see if I could relax my hole.  Our
kisses got wilder and deeper.  Our hands were grabbing each other hard.
And then Christian was asking me to do it again.  He was pulling my dick
towards his butt.  A lot more Astroglide and I was inside of him again.  I
lasted a long time.  I had to take a break and just stayed inside of him.
I could feel his hole squeezing my dick as I stayed still.  I really
started to move so that I could get Christian to react.

He was the one who warned me that he was going to cum.  I was close myself
and I got faster but tried to stay hitting that good spot inside him.  I
felt a hot shot of cum hit my chest and my dick could feel it blow through
him.  I started shooting and we were doing it together.  I lost almost all
control over my body, everything was concentrating on shooting ropes.  I
emptied my balls into him and then we both collapsed.  Later on, we did run
down for another shower and ran into guys who didn't even know we were in
the dorm that day.  They did notice how red Christian's cheeks were.

That week we would talk about how it was going to be his turn to fuck me
next.  He said that was fine but he said he did like how we did it.  I
found myself avoiding anything to convince him that he should take a turn
on the other side.  It was one thing to fuck another boy in the ass but
another to get fucked in the ass.  However, that wasn't what my real
concern was.  I didn't know if I could take that big old dick in my butt.
I remembered the look on his face when my dick went into him and I'm no
where near the size of him.  And I knew that he had laid down some huge
turds, especially compared to mine.  (That is another story that I probably
need to avoid but I have seen them) I could just imagine getting seriously
hurt and having to go to the hospital with a bleeding asshole.  I just
didn't know if I could handle his dick inside of me.

Christian's parents made plane reservations for him to fly back home for a
wedding of their friends.  He would only be gone for the weekend.  Before I
drove him to the airport, I told him that the next weekend we needed to
stay naked again and that it was definitely his turn.  Then it was more of
a joke than an offer but I gave him a blowjob before we left the room.  It
was so he could make it through the weekend.

On Sunday, I slept late and had gone out for lunch with friends from the
dorm.  I had stopped my jacking that morning because I was thinking about
picking Christian up at the airport that evening.  I had planned on being
loaded just in case we got something going.  I got back to the dorm in the
middle of the afternoon and when I went down the hall, I was my door was
open.  I stepped in and I recognized Christian's father.  I thought it was
a pleasant surprise, he had been nice when he visited earlier.  I looked
for Christian but all I saw was his mother.  I said hello with a smile but
his father turned around quickly to face me.  His face scared me without
saying a word.  Then he got in my face and said, "Go downstairs, go the
cafeteria, go get a coke, just don't be around here for awhile."

I immediately thought there had to be something wrong with Christian.  I
had to ask several times before I got an answer that everything was fine,
at least nothing happened to him.  But I was asked or told to leave again.
I went down to the parking lot.  I thought I might find Christian there.  I
saw a Suburban in the loading area but no one in there. I walked into the
empty cafeteria thinking that it might have been a suggestion to go find
Christian.  I walked through the common areas of the dorm.  I walked
outside again, looking.  The more I looked, the more I was running instead
of walking.  I had trouble catching my breath.  Even though his father said
nothing happened, my mind was going through all sorts of things that could
have happened to him.

I was heading back to my room when the RA stopped me at the elevator.  He
had two other RA's from the other floors with him.  They stopped me, first
gently and then physically.  They wouldn't let me go upstairs to my own
fucking room.  The RA took me into the lounge area and tried to talk to me.
He was trying to calm me down.  I was hyperventilating and I thought I was
going to throw up.  He told me that I needed to wait.  I asked him if he
knew what was going on.  I had to threaten him before he would talk.  He
told me that they were coming to move Christian out.  That he was fine,
uninjured anyway.  I asked him why and he convinced me to settle down, he
told me that Christian had told them what was going on between us.  I asked
him what he meant and said that he didn't really know but he knew I knew.
He said that while it was something between me and Christian, his parents
still had the right to make decisions.

I saw Christian's clothes being carried out.

I went back to my room.  There wasn't a thing left on Christian's side of
the room.  There were some pictures thrown on my bed that Christian had
taken.  I felt cold, very cold.  I was shaking, and sick.  I couldn't cry,
I couldn't yell, I couldn't do anything.  I went back to my car and I
started driving.  I didn't react very well to anybody in front of my car.
I got out on the loop and I drove.  I hadn't planned it but I got to the FM
road that took me to the caliche pit that we shot at.  I drove out to the
pit and just stopped and looked.  It was the closest I've come to crying in
years.  The low fuel alarm sounded and that got me moving again.

I was miserable for a couple of weeks afterwards.  I did start to do things
with friends but nothing was near as good.  I had convinced myself that I
was going to live.  I felt worse for Christian.  I never got a roommate,
nobody was swapping and it was too late in the semester for anyone on the
waiting list to move in.  I did a hell of a lot of jacking though.  Many
times it was hard rough and fast.  It took care of a lot of frustrations by
doing that.  And I also made the point of making sure my door was unlocked.
I don't know why I wanted to be caught but I expected to be caught.

I was almost back to normal when finals came.  I concentrated on studying
for them and I knew I was doing good in all my classes.  I was looking
forward to getting back home and enjoying the summer with my friends.  My
English final was in a large auditorium.  The school tried to combine all
of the Freshman English finals at the same time so that no one could sneak
out a test.  We all took the same test, at the same time.  When I finished,
I walked up the aisle to go out the back.  About three rows from the top, I
had my arm grabbed.  It was Christian.  I would find out later that he
hadn't left school, just the dorm and that he was moved out of the one
course we had together, that Freshman English.  He would take the test with
our class.

I almost fell to my knees when I recognized him.  I felt a wonderful wave
flow through me.  For a second, I felt like all the world was right again.
I was about to speak when I heard Christian tell me that he missed me.  I
said I did too.  One of the fuckhead proctors stepped toward us and said we
could be talking during the test.  I grabbed Christian's arm and told him I
would wait for him outside.

I waited in the hall outside the room for a while.  People were constantly
coming out.  I got worried when I saw the people who take their time on
tests come out, like the girl who can never make a decision about whether
she is right or wrong.  And the guy who always argues about some question
and stays to the end so he can argue right then.  When I saw the proctors
leave, I could physically feel my heart fall.  I stepped into the room and
saw only a couple of proctors gathering the tests.  There were doors that
exited the room up front and apparently Christian left that way.  I don't
know why, I don't know if he meant to avoid me, or if he didn't understand
that I would be waiting.

His email doesn't work.  I get voice mail when I call his house.  That's
all.

I lost all passion to write the stories.  It was like they didn't matter.
I didn't think I could stand to think about it again.  Its why there is
such a huge gap in stories.  Then this week, I felt like I need to write.
I have had to take some of the things out, its just too personal, and its
like it would hurt to share that with anybody.  I don't think there is a
chance that I will see Christian again.  At least not anytime soon.

I apologize if this was such a downer of a story.
Rex
Kingofcroffee@yahoo.com