My Hot Dorm Partner Drove Me To It !


Blowjob, Erotica, First-Time, Gay, Group-Sex, Oral-Sex, School, Threesome
His name was Mark - my new college roommate from Hub of the Universe. Going back east to college was my first meter away from LA, and I was still surprisingly shy when get together people considering I was pretty pop and adventuresome in high shoal. Maybe it was because, frustratingly, I was still a Virgo. I mean I'd had blow jobs and the usual makeout Roger Sessions with lady friend, but just never really gotten the act done.

Mark was incredibly smart. Yet with all those smartness, I really liked how veritable he seemed, considering he came from a copious 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 smarts ). I'm 5'10, 170 and blond / blueing, so I guess I fit his trope of what every LA surfer guy should be ( though I confessed to him I'd never actually browse ! ). I was much More experienced in most things ( except sex oddly ) since my parents were divorced early and drugs were rampant in the LA world schools… So Mark and I became buds - and showed each former 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 friend of her own, Lisa that I totally hooked up with. Lisa and I hit it off big and finally I was no recollective a virgin - making up for lost time going demented 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 appear odd to me how much I also kept noticing Mark's aphrodisiacal body too. He and I worked out at the gym together 3 or 4 times a week, which meant we often showered together. I just couldn't seem to rend my eyes off his 6'frame of reference. I would opine all day about working out and showering together, waiting for him to be soaping his hair with his eyes closed, giving me sometimes a full mo or two to chequer out his smooth ripped torso and strong, plastered ramification, oh and a huge dick that would just hang, semi-hard all the meter. Seemed he never knew I was checking him out. I don't think ? ?

I was still figuring sex material out. Lisa was very, very sexy and we had incredible sex, pretty a good deal all the time. But still, many of those nighttime, back at my dorm, I found myself laying awake in the dark ( Mark and I shared a dorm bedchamber with two twin bottom ), watching Mark eternal sleep, just five foundation from me. I craved those moments when he would sky and turn, jostling his blankets to sometimes reveal his hot chest and or even accidentally a jot of his tight black John Calvin trunks on his brawny trunk. I felt like I could practically reach out and touch on him if I wanted. It was making me a bit mental. It was confusing, and I wasn't getting very much sleep. I was even starting to flake out at course of study.

I think he might have noticed my curiosity or something because he started to sleep more than and more fitfully. Sometimes the tension would even rip me out of my bed, in my boxers with a total erection, to sit on the floor by his bed, up on my genu. I would hold my hired hand flat tire, an inch over his bare pecs, and glide my hovering hand down his torso and up over his underwear-clad cock, never touching his body, but still feeling its warmth. At first I often pictured gently touching his cock, but then later I started to image actually taking that balmy stopcock in my mouth and seeing what would happen. In fact, sometimes while my hands hovered over him he did go to get a little tough - and I worried I was going to stir up him. But he seemed to sleep like a rock and in the mornings he would never say anything, each day started as if nothing odd had happened during my nearly sleepless night. So I'd run to Lisa as fast as I could to try to pound all this sexual free energy out of me - but null got rid of it.. I was obsessed…

As the hot summertime night hit, I even contrived a storey about how I was a free-spirited LA guy who just had to kip nude sculpture, it was too goddam hot. He laughed and thought that was cool, and so he started to do the Same, which only made the situation worse… Now I had hot cross, totally bare five feet away, and I daydreamed constantly of the things I could secretly do to him -- If I wasn't so yellow-bellied.

One Friday nighttime, bull's eye, various Friend and I all sat around our hall room getting high, playing drinking games and laughing. I couldn't postponement for everyone to lead. The night seemed to go on forever and all I could call back about was going to sleep - well pretending to go to sleep. Finally, around midnight the crowd got bored and started to break up… I suggested another couple hitting of pot for their walks to their dorms. We all indulged and then the political party ended - or should I say for me actually I think it was just truly starting.

patsy and I went about our normal nighttime procedure : brushed our teeth, watched the end of Letterman, and called it a night. But this nighttime 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 Night so we would no dubiety follow the nude sleeping pattern… And also Nice, brand was fairly stoned, so in instant he was out like a light. I, however, was wide awake and hard as a rock.

The craziness took over me and I found myself on the flooring, by his bedside, volition him to toss and move around a slight. I even gently tugged on his illuminate bedsheet to help oneself relax its grip on his bare chest… He sorta tussled a bit and my heart stopped as the sheet fell aside revealing his abs, and hoot, his soft cock and the spinning top of his thighs.. I held my breath and waited to see if he'd move again, or waken up. His breathing seemed so equanimity, he had to be asleep… and so I carefully leaned my head over his body, like I'd done so many times with my hands, and then, uncontrollably it seemed, I moved my oral cavity towards his bare shaft. I was certain he'd waken up at any moment, and I was visualizing my leak route and my lame explanations, but so far he remained completely still…

Hovering over his dick, I ever so gently touched my knife to the tip of his rooster. His body didn't move. Good. He was still asleep. I got a little more confident and licked a bit more of his shaft while my own dick raged in my Boxer. I moistened my fingertips and gently skid my slippery digit across the whole top ridge of his tool. It stirred a lot. The principal throbbed a lot too. Then stillness. I waited a moment. Then took my fingertips and gently pushed his semi-hard dick upright while I lowered my wide surface mouth straight down over his tool, without even touching it. Just exhaling warm air - back talk completely down over it… His cock stirred more. It was starting to get cock-a-hoop and I just kept my backtalk open as wide as potential so I wouldn't pinch it - I was afraid he was going to wake. But his cock just kept growing, and soon my warm, moist mouth was completely engulfing that awesome cock as it grew to totally satiate my sassing ( I had to game off a bit ).

His putz grew to a good 7"hard-on and I was basically sucking him off ! I came up for air, and took my fingers away to let his dick eternal rest back on his abs now that it was so huge… I gently licked his tool, and kept using my fingertips to lightly cod that top ridgeline, his head, and sometimes lightly his balls - as it just started to pulsate and even abide up from his consistency pulsing like that at times… When it would pulse up like that, I would ever so slowly proceed my mouth, lips, and tongue up and down his rock hard shaft in clip with the pulse rate.

His body was totally still, amazingly, and yet his turncock was completely throbbing. I kept my sassing up and down motion going and used my fingertips to gently push down on the al-Qa'ida of his gumshoe, making it grow even bragging. 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 word-painting of ataraxis. Nothing seemed to indicate that he was in the centre of getting his rocks off by his roommate. His cock just kept pulsing and throbbing, sometimes the heartbeat holding his cock up off his abs for a wide couple seconds - I kept my mouth moving up and down, licking and sucking, knowing that this couldn't go on much longer.

I took a break of serve and checked him out, all up and down… Fuck… His torso seemed like it was tensed up, his six-pack was showing, his blazon seemed stiff - but his eyes were still peaceable, his cheek blank… I hovered my hands over his eubstance and then gently put my mouth over his putz some Thomas More, while still lightly touching his abs and then his pectoral with my hands… I even used a little More saliva on my roaming hand's fingerbreadth and lightly teased one nipple - which made his rooster parachuting 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 fingerbreadth of one hand to hold the alkali of his dick gently upright while I slowly lowered my sass over its entirety one more time, and clamped my oral cavity down on it self-colored. At the Saame time, I took my early hand and went back to teasing the top ridgeline of his pulsing cock while my sass was moving up and down -- He was for certainly about to cum, and I wanted to just keep him right on the edge of cumming. I didn't want it to end - If he'd been awake he probably would feature been begging me in desperation by now… But he was at peace - so he just kept pulsing on the sharpness like this, my mouth and fingertips endlessly teasing him… until his breath became even more still - almost like he wasn't external respiration at all. I pulled up so that my lip was clamped down on just the top half of his hammer, twirled my tongue all around on his ridge, and just hovered like that… ten more seconds of tongue twirling with his cock pumped and rock hard was all it took -- his putz exploded - shot after shot of hot cum, down my throat. Not a speech sound. Just pulses of cum. And it went on for like 8 or 9 full pulses as I tried to swallow up all the evidence.

His peter continued to throb even though zilch more was shooting out, and I continued to gently absorb him until I was sure very drop cloth was shot and there was aught to talk on the bed. I pulled off slowly, gave him the once over, and saw him still seemingly 100 % asleep, relaxed, breathing normally again - sexy trunk just laying there. Could it be he just slept right through the completely thing ?

I slowly moved back to my bed, laid down naked on my own bed, and jerked off with a slight of the cum that was left on my helping hand. All worked up like that, I think it took me only 10 to 12 respectable CVA to blow the immense consignment ever - my cum flew all the way up to the top of my bureau ! I'd never cum like that. Awesome. So I just lay there for a minute or two soaking it all up, then I wiped up the kettle of fish and rolled over to determine Mark for a moment longer - breathing calmly, like always. Hot, hot scene I thought.

I decided I was going to accept to cipher a way to do this with him awake - it was just too incredible. I 'd deliver to find a way to convince him ! ! So much for getting rid of the compulsion .
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