His name was Mark - my new college roommate from Hub of the Universe. Going back east to college was my first time away from LA, and I was still surprisingly shy when meeting the great unwashed considering I was pretty pop and adventuresome in high schooling. Maybe it was because, frustratingly, I was still a Virgin. I mean I'd had blow jobs and the usual makeout sessions with girlfriends, but just never really begin the deed done.

Mark was incredibly smart. Yet with all those smarts, I really liked how habitue he seemed, considering he came from a rich family in New England and was going to this Ivy League… For his part, he seemed to admire me too, in a different way ( more for my street smartness ). I'm 5'10, 170 and blond / blue, so I guess I fit his range of what every LA surfer guy should be ( though I confessed to him I'd never actually surfed ! ). I was much more experienced in almost thing ( except sex oddly ) since my parents were divorced early and drugs were rampant in the LA public schools… So marker and I became buds - and showed each other our worlds… I got him high and taught him racquetball, he talked philosophy and helped me with Calculus… and best of all, his aphrodisiac girlfriend had a hottie acquaintance of her own, Lisa that I totally hooked up with. Lisa and I hit it off big and finally I was no foresightful a virgin - making up for lost time going crazy with this chick as often as I could ! It was really cool…

But while having sex constantly, and I mean constantly, it still started to seem odd to me how much I also kept noticing Mark's sexy consistence too. He and I worked out at the gym together 3 or 4 metre a workweek, which meant we often showered together. I just couldn't seem to overstretch my eyes off his 6'form. I would imagine all day about working out and showering together, waiting for him to be soaping his hair with his oculus closed, giving me sometimes a full minute or two to suss out out his smooth ripped torso and strong, tight stage, oh and a Brobdingnagian hammer that would just pay heed, semi-hard all the time. Seemed he never knew I was checking him out. I don't think ? ?

I was still figuring sex stuff out. Lisa was very, very aphrodisiacal and we had incredible sex, pretty a good deal all the time. But still, many of those night, back at my dorm, I found myself laying awake in the nighttime ( patsy and I shared a dormitory bedroom with two twin beds ), watching Mark sleep, just five substructure from me. I craved those instant when he would toss and work, jostling his blankets to sometimes divulge his hot chest and or even accidentally a wind of his tight pitch-black John Calvin trunks on his muscular trunk. I felt like I could practically reach out and touch him if I wanted. It was making me a bit mental. It was confusing, and I wasn't getting much sleep. I was even starting to flake out at class.

I think he might throw noticed my curiosity or something because he started to log Z's Thomas More and more fitfully. Sometimes the tension would even commit me out of my bed, in my boxers with a total hard-on, to sit on the level by his bed, up on my knees. I would adjudge my manus flatcar, an inch over his bare musculus pectoralis, and glide my hovering hand down his torso and up over his underwear-clad cock, never touching his physical structure, but still feeling its warmth. At first I often pictured gently touching his hammer, but then later I started to picture actually taking that soft cock in my mouth and seeing what would happen. In fact, sometimes while my hands hovered over him he did start to get a little hard - and I worried I was going to ignite him. But he seemed to sleep like a rock and in the morning time he would never say anything, each day started as if aught odd had happened during my nearly sleepless nighttime. So I'd run to Lisa as fast as I could to try to pound all this sexual energy out of me - but nothing got rid of it.. I was obsessed…

As the hot summer dark hit, I even contrived a story about how I was a free-spirited LA guy who just had to catch some Z's nude, it was too darn hot. He laughed and thought that was coolheaded, and so he started to do the same, which only made the situation worse… Now I had hot Mark, totally au naturel five metrical unit away, and I daydreamed constantly of the affair I could secretly do to him -- If I wasn't so volaille.

One Friday Night, cross, various Friend and I all sat around our student residence room getting in high spirits, playing drinking biz and laughing. I couldn't wait for everyone to leave. The Night seemed to go on forever and all I could think about was going to slumber - well pretending to go to sleep. Finally, around midnight the gang got bored and started to break away up… I suggested another mates hits of pot for their walks to their residence hall. We all indulged and then the party ended - or should I say for me actually I think it was just truly starting.

scrape and I went about our convention nighttime routine : brushed our teeth, watched the end of Letterman, and called it a night. But this night I guess the pot gave me guts - I was determined to do something with this obsession. Luck was with me, it was a swelteringly hot Nox so we would no question adopt the nude sleeping pattern… And also squeamish, soft touch was fairly stoned, so in moment he was out like a igniter. I, however, was wide awake and toilsome as a rock.

The craziness took over me and I found myself on the floor, by his bedside, willing him to toss and turn a little. I even gently tugged on his light bedsheet to serve loosen its grip on his bare chest… He sorta tussled a bit and my heart stopped as the canvass fell aside revealing his abs, and damn, his cushy peter and the tops of his thighs.. I held my breather and waited to see if he'd move again, or arouse up. His breathing seemed so calm, he had to be asleep… and so I carefully leaned my head over his organic structure, like I'd done so many times with my bridge player, and then, uncontrollably it seemed, I moved my backtalk towards his bare cock. I was certain he'd waken up at any here and now, and I was visualizing my escape path and my lame explanations, but so far he remained completely still…

Hovering over his tool, I ever so gently touched my lingua to the tip of his rooster. His body didn't movement. proficient. He was still asleep. I got a little more convinced and licked a bit to a greater extent of his cock while my own shaft raged in my drawers. I moistened my fingertips and gently skid my slippery fingers across the whole top ridge of his cock. It stirred a lot. The foreland throbbed a lot too. Then stillness. I waited a moment. Then took my fingertips and gently pushed his semi-hard putz vertical while I lowered my spacious open mouth straight down over his cock, without even touching it. Just exhaling warm air - mouth completely down over it… His cock stirred more. It was starting to get expectant and I just kept my backtalk open as encompassing as possible so I wouldn't touch it - I was afraid he was going to wake. But his cock just kept growing, and soon my warm, moist oral fissure was completely engulfing that awing cock as it grew to totally fill my rima oris ( I had to back off a bit ).

His cock grew to a broad 7"hard-on and I was basically sucking him off ! I came up for air, and took my finger's breadth away to let his hawkshaw rest back on his abs now that it was so huge… I gently licked his cock, and kept using my fingertips to lightly bait that top rooftree, his head, and sometimes lightly his balls - as it just started to pulse and even resist up from his body pulsing like that at times… When it would pulsate up like that, I would ever so slowly proceed my sass, lips, and tongue up and down his Rock hard diaphysis in fourth dimension with the pulse rate.

His body was totally still, amazingly, and yet his rooster was completely throbbing. I kept my mouth up and down motility going and used my fingertips to gently fight down on the pedestal of his pecker, making it grow even gravid. It was really throbbing now. In fact, precum was dripping out and I licked it a bit to try it out -- it tasted awesome.

I looked at his face and it was the film of heartsease. null seemed to indicate that he was in the heart of getting his rock candy off by his roomie. His dick just kept pulsing and throbbing, sometimes the pulsate holding his cock up off his abs for a full duad seconds - I kept my mouth moving up and down, licking and sucking, knowing that this couldn't go on much longer.

I took a breach and checked him out, all up and down… Fuck… His torso seemed like it was tensed up, his six pack was showing, his weapon seemed stiff - but his eyes were still peaceful, his grimace blank… I hovered my mitt over his body and then gently put my lip over his hammer some Thomas More, while still lightly touching his abs and then his musculus pectoralis with my hands… I even used a little more saliva on my roaming handwriting's fingerbreadth and lightly teased one pap - which made his cock jump straight up. Through it all, he remained totally frozen, and looked out solid.

It seemed like he had to be just seconds from cumming - I used my finger's breadth of one manus to control the base of his pecker gently upright while I slowly lowered my oral fissure over its entirety one more time, and clamped my mouth down on it square. At the same time, I took my former hand and went back to teasing the top ridge of his pulsing rooster while my backtalk was moving up and down -- He was for sure about to cum, and I wanted to just preserve him right on the edge of cumming. I didn't want it to end - If he'd been awake he probably would have been begging me in desperation by now… But he was at rest - so he just kept pulsing on the boundary like this, my mouth and fingertips endlessly teasing him… until his breath became even more still - almost like he wasn't breathing at all. I pulled up so that my mouth was clamped down on just the top half of his tool, twirled my lingua all around on his ridge, and just hovered like that… ten more minute of spit twirling with his cock pumped and rock hard was all it took -- his cock exploded - shot after shot of hot cum, down my pharynx. Not a auditory sensation. Just pulses of cum. And it went on for like 8 or 9 full pulse rate as I tried to swallow up all the evidence.

His cock continued to throb even though nothing more was shooting out, and I continued to gently engulf him until I was sure very drop was shot and there was nothing to spill on the bed. I pulled off slowly, gave him the once over, and saw him still seemingly 100 % asleep, relaxed, breathing normally again - sexy soundbox just laying there. Could it be he just slept right through the whole thing ?

I slowly moved back to my bed, laid down naked on my own bed, and jerked off with a little of the cum that was left on my hands. All worked up like that, I think it took me only 10 to 12 good stroke to blow the vast load ever - my cum flew all the way up to the top of my chest ! I'd never cum like that. Awesome. So I just lay there for a minute of arc or two soaking it all up, then I wiped up the mess and rolled over to watch Mark for a moment longer - breathing calmly, like always. Hot, hot panorama I thought.

I decided I was going to have to visualise a way to do this with him awake - it was just too unbelievable. I 'd have to find a way to convince him ! ! So lots for getting rid of the obsession .