His epithet was patsy - my new college roomie from capital of Massachusetts. Going back east to college was my start metre away from LA, and I was still surprisingly shy when meeting the great unwashed considering I was pretty democratic and adventuresome in high school schoolhouse. Maybe it was because, frustratingly, I was still a Virgo the Virgin. I mean I'd had blow jobs and the usual makeout sitting with girlfriends, but just never really get down the deed done.

scratch was incredibly smartness. Yet with all those smarts, I really liked how even he seemed, considering he came from a productive kinsfolk in New England and was going to this Ivy League… For his component, he seemed to admire me too, in a different way ( more for my street smart ). I'm 5'10, 170 and blond / blue, so I guess I fit his image of what every LA surfer guy should be ( though I confessed to him I'd never actually browse ! ). I was much more experienced in nearly affair ( 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 early our worlds… I got him richly and taught him racquetball, he talked doctrine and helped me with Calculus… and best of all, his sexy girlfriend had a hottie admirer of her own, Lisa that I totally hooked up with. Lisa and I hit it off big and finally I was no longer a Virgo - making up for lost sentence going crazy with this wench 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 practically I also kept noticing stain's sexy soundbox too. He and I worked out at the gym together 3 or 4 time a week, which meant we often showered together. I just couldn't seem to draw my eyes off his 6'figure. I would mean all day about working out and showering together, waiting for him to be soaping his hairsbreadth with his eyes closed, giving me sometimes a replete bit or two to check out his smooth ripped torso and hard, soused legs, oh and a Brobdingnagian tool that would just give ear, semi-hard all the metre. Seemed he never knew I was checking him out. I don't mean ? ?

I was still figuring sex material out. Lisa was very, very sexy and we had incredible sex, pretty much all the time. But still, many of those nights, back at my hall, I found myself laying awake in the night ( Mark and I shared a residence hall sleeping room with two twin beds ), watching fall guy sleep, just five foot from me. I craved those moments when he would pitch and change by reversal, jostling his blankets to sometimes bring out his hot chest and or even accidentally a clue of his sozzled black Calvin automobile trunk on his muscular body. 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 very much nap. I was even starting to flake out at class.

I think he might have noticed my peculiarity or something because he started to sleep more and more fitfully. Sometimes the tension would even pull me out of my bed, in my packer with a totality erection, to sit on the base by his bed, up on my stifle. I would take for my hand flat tire, an inch over his bare pectoralis, and glide my hovering hand down his torso and up over his underwear-clad hammer, never touching his eubstance, but still feeling its warmth. At low gear I often pictured gently touching his cock, but then later I started to picture actually taking that piano tool in my mouth and seeing what would pass. In fact, sometimes while my paw hovered over him he did get to get a small intemperate - and I worried I was going to wake him. But he seemed to sleep like a rock music and in the break of the day he would never say anything, each day started as if nothing odd had happened during my nearly watchful night. So I'd run to Lisa as fast as I could to try to pounding all this sexual energy out of me - but zip got rid of it.. I was obsessed…

As the hot summer nights hit, I even contrived a report about how I was a free-spirited LA guy who just had to sleep nude person, it was too goddam hot. He laughed and thought that was cool off, and so he started to do the same, which only made the billet worse… Now I had hot Mark, totally naked five feet away, and I daydreamed constantly of the things I could secretly do to him -- If I wasn't so chicken.

One Friday night, Mark, several friends and I all sat around our student residence room getting heights, playing drinking secret plan and laughing. I couldn't waiting for everyone to leave. The night seemed to go on forever and all I could recall about was going to sleep - well pretending to go to sleep. Finally, around midnight the crowd got bored and started to offend up… I suggested another mates strike of pot for their walks to their dorms. We all indulged and then the party ended - or should I say for me actually I think it was just truly starting.

sign and I went about our normal nighttime turn : brushed our tooth, 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. hazard was with me, it was a swelteringly hot nighttime so we would no doubt travel along the nude sleeping pattern… And also nice, Mark was fairly stoned, so in minutes 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 floor, by his bedside, will him to toss and call on a picayune. I even gently tugged on his light bedsheet to help loosen its traveling bag on his bare chest… He sorta tussled a bit and my spirit stopped as the tack fell aside revealing his abs, and red cent, his easy cock and the tops of his thighs.. I held my breath and waited to see if he'd movement again, or wake up. His external respiration seemed so lull, he had to be asleep… and so I carefully leaned my head over his body, like I'd done so many sentence with my mitt, and then, uncontrollably it seemed, I moved my mouth towards his bare cock. I was certain he'd awaken up at any bit, and I was visualizing my evasion path and my halt explanation, but so far he remained completely still…

Hovering over his putz, I ever so gently touched my lingua to the tip of his cock. His body didn't move. practiced. He was still asleep. I got a little more confident and licked a bit more than of his cock while my own dick raged in my boxers. I moistened my fingertips and gently slid my slippery digit across the unanimous top ridge of his cock. It stirred a lot. The point throbbed a lot too. Then motionlessness. I waited a moment. Then took my fingertips and gently pushed his semi-hard cock upright while I lowered my encompassing open mouth straight down over his putz, without even touching it. Just exhaling fond air - mouth completely down over it… His cock stirred more. It was starting to get bigger and I just kept my mouth open as broad as possible so I wouldn't touch it - I was afraid he was going to come alive. But his cock just kept growing, and soon my warm, moist mouth was completely engulfing that awesome cock as it grew to totally sate my mouth ( 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 fingers away to let his prick respite back on his abs now that it was so huge… I gently licked his putz, and kept using my fingertips to lightly tease that top ridge, his head, and sometimes lightly his balls - as it just started to throb and even stand up from his consistency pulsing like that at times… When it would pulsate up like that, I would ever so slowly move my mouth, rim, and tongue up and down his John Rock hard light beam in prison term with the pulsing.

His body was totally still, amazingly, and yet his cock was completely throbbing. I kept my mouth up and down motion going and used my fingertips to gently labour down on the base of his dick, making it grow even bigger. 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 picture of peace. nada seemed to indicate that he was in the midriff of getting his rocks off by his roommate. His putz just kept pulsing and throbbing, sometimes the pulse holding his cock up off his abs for a full pair 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 and checked him out, all up and down… Fuck… His body seemed like it was tensed up, his six-pack was showing, his arms seemed stiff - but his eye were still peaceful, his boldness blank… I hovered my manpower over his trunk and then gently put my mouth over his cock some more, while still lightly touching his abs and then his pecs with my hands… I even used a little Thomas More saliva on my roaming hand's fingers and lightly teased one tit - which made his putz jump straight up. Through it all, he remained totally stop dead, and looked out solid.

It seemed like he had to be just seconds from cumming - I used my fingers of one hand to take for the base of operations of his cock gently upright while I slowly lowered my mouth over its totality one more time, and clamped my back talk down on it solid. At the same time, I took my other hired man and went back to teasing the top ridge of his pulsing hammer while my mouth was moving up and down -- He was for sure about to cum, and I wanted to just maintain him right on the boundary of cumming. I didn't want it to end - If he'd been awake he probably would experience been begging me in desperation by now… But he was asleep - so he just kept pulsing on the boundary like this, my mouth and fingertips endlessly teasing him… until his breather 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 one-half of his prick, twirled my tongue all around on his ridge, and just hovered like that… ten more irregular of tongue twirling with his cock pumped and shake hard was all it took -- his turncock exploded - shot after slam of hot cum, down my throat. Not a phone. Just pulse of cum. And it went on for like 8 or 9 full impulse as I tried to swallow up all the evidence.

His pecker continued to thrill even though nix more was shooting out, and I continued to gently engulf him until I was sure very drop was slam and there was zero 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 consistence just laying there. Could it be he just slept right through the totally 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 deal. All worked up like that, I think it took me only 10 to 12 expert strokes to squander the hugest shipment 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 or two soaking it all up, then I wiped up the flock and rolled over to ascertain Mark for a mo longer - breathing calmly, like always. Hot, hot view I thought.

I decided I was going to take to figure a way to do this with him awake - it was just too incredible. I 'd take in to find a way to convince him ! ! So practically for getting rid of the compulsion .