His name was Mark - my new college roommate from Bean Town. Going back east to college was my first time away from LA, and I was still surprisingly shy when meeting people considering I was pretty democratic and adventurous in high school shoal. Maybe it was because, frustratingly, I was still a Virgo. I mean I'd had reverse chore and the usual makeout academic session with lady friend, but just never really sire the deed done.

Mark was incredibly smart. Yet with all those smarts, I really liked how regular he seemed, considering he came from a fertile kin in New England and was going to this Ivy League… For his part, he seemed to look up to me too, in a different way ( more for my street smarts ). I'm 5'10, 170 and blond / bluing, so I guess I fit his effigy of what every LA surfer guy should be ( though I confessed to him I'd never actually surfboard ! ). I was much More experienced in about matter ( except sex oddly ) since my parents were divorced early and drugs were rearing in the LA public schools… So Mark and I became buds - and showed each other our worlds… I got him high school and taught him racquetball, he talked philosophical system and helped me with Calculus… and best of all, his sexy 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 longer a virgin - making up for lost clip 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 brand's aphrodisiacal body too. He and I worked out at the gym together 3 or 4 times a workweek, which meant we often showered together. I just couldn't seem to root for my center off his 6'frame. I would opine all day about working out and showering together, waiting for him to be soaping his haircloth with his eyes closed, giving me sometimes a full minute or two to check out his smooth ripped body and secure, tight stage, oh and a huge shaft that would just hang, semi-hard all the clip. Seemed he never knew I was checking him out. I don't think ? ?

I was still figuring sex stuff 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 dorm, I found myself laying awake in the dark ( Deutschmark and I shared a dorm sleeping accommodation with two twin bottom ), watching Mark eternal sleep, just five feet from me. I craved those bit when he would cast out and turn, jostling his blankets to sometimes reveal his hot pectus and or even accidentally a touch of his tight disgraceful Calvin trunks on his muscular eubstance. 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 a lot sleep. I was even starting to flake out at class.

I think he might have noticed my wonder or something because he started to sleep more and more fitfully. Sometimes the tension would even pull in me out of my bed, in my boxers with a total hard-on, to sit on the floor by his bed, up on my knees. I would oblige my hand flat, an inch over his bare pecs, and glide my hovering hand down his torso and up over his underwear-clad peter, never touching his body, 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 dick in my sassing and seeing what would happen. In fact, sometimes while my hands hovered over him he did get down to get a trivial punishing - and I worried I was going to inflame him. But he seemed to slumber 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 pounding all this intimate energy out of me - but nothing got rid of it.. I was obsessed…

As the hot summertime nights hit, I even contrived a story about how I was a free-spirited LA guy who just had to sleep nude sculpture, it was too bedamn hot. He laughed and thought that was cool, and so he started to do the Sami, which only made the billet worse… Now I had hot Mark, totally naked five animal foot away, and I daydreamed constantly of the things I could secretly do to him -- If I wasn't so lily-livered.

One Friday night, Mark, respective Quaker and I all sat around our dorm elbow room getting high, playing drinking games and laughing. I couldn't wait for everyone to leave. The night seemed to go on forever and all I could conceive about was going to sleep - well pretending to go to catch some Z's. Finally, around midnight the pack got bored and started to break up… I suggested another couple bang of pot for their walkway to their residence hall. We all indulged and then the political party ended - or should I say for me actually I think it was just truly starting.

Mark and I went about our normal 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 fixation. circumstances was with me, it was a swelteringly hot Night so we would no question postdate the nude statue sleeping pattern… And also squeamish, Mark was fairly stoned, so in minutes he was out like a luminousness. I, however, was all-embracing awake and laborious as a rock.

The craziness took over me and I found myself on the base, by his bedside, willing him to toss and turn a petty. I even gently tugged on his light bedsheet to aid loosen its grip on his bare chest… He sorta tussled a bit and my core stopped as the plane fell aside revealing his abs, and shucks, his subdued cock and the tops of his thighs.. I held my breathing place and waited to see if he'd move again, or wake up. His breathing seemed so calm, he had to be asleep… and so I carefully leaned my foreland over his body, like I'd done so many clip with my hands, and then, uncontrollably it seemed, I moved my lip towards his bare cock. I was sure he'd awake up at any moment, and I was visualizing my escape route and my lame explanations, but so far he remained completely still…

Hovering over his dick, I ever so gently touched my tongue to the tip of his cock. His body didn't motility. Good. He was still at rest. I got a little more confident and licked a bit Thomas More of his shaft while my own dick raged in my boxers. I moistened my fingertips and gently slew my slippery finger's breadth across the whole top ridge of his cock. It stirred a lot. The forefront throbbed a lot too. Then lifelessness. I waited a second. Then took my fingertips and gently pushed his semi-hard cock upright while I lowered my extensive opened sassing straight down over his cock, without even touching it. Just exhaling warm air - mouthpiece completely down over it… His cock stirred more. It was starting to get with child and I just kept my mouth open as wide 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 mouth was completely engulfing that awful cock as it grew to totally replete my mouth ( I had to back off a bit ).

His prick grew to a full moon 7"hard-on and I was basically sucking him off ! I came up for air, and took my digit away to let his dick rest back on his abs now that it was so huge… I gently licked his hammer, and kept using my fingertips to lightly loosen that top rooftree, his psyche, and sometimes lightly his formal - as it just started to throb and even stand up from his organic structure pulsing like that at times… When it would pulse up like that, I would ever so slowly move my mouth, back talk, and tongue up and down his rock grueling scape in time with the pulsing.

His body was totally still, amazingly, and yet his turncock was completely throbbing. I kept my mouth up and down motion going and used my fingertips to gently force down on the foundation of his dick, making it rise even magnanimous. 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 cheek and it was the picture of repose. zip seemed to indicate that he was in the midsection of getting his stone off by his roomie. His cock just kept pulsing and throbbing, sometimes the pulse holding his shaft up off his abs for a full couple seconds - I kept my sassing moving up and down, licking and sucking, knowing that this couldn't go on much longer.

I took a pause and checked him out, all up and down… Fuck… His torso seemed like it was tensed up, his six-pack was showing, his weaponry seemed buckram - but his eyes were still peaceful, his fount blank… I hovered my script over his body and then gently put my oral cavity over his dick some More, while still lightly touching his abs and then his pecs with my hands… I even used a little Sir Thomas More saliva on my roaming hand's finger and lightly teased one nipple - which made his stopcock jump straight up. Through it all, he remained totally immobilise, and looked out solid.

It seemed like he had to be just seconds from cumming - I used my fingers of one hand to hold the theme of his pecker gently upright while I slowly lowered my mouth over its totality one more time, and clamped my mouth down on it unanimous. At the Same time, I took my other hand and went back to teasing the top rooftree of his pulsing cock while my mouth was moving up and down -- He was for certain about to cum, and I wanted to just hold him right on the boundary of cumming. I didn't want it to end - If he'd been awake he probably would give been begging me in desperation by now… But he was at peace - so he just kept pulsing on the edge like this, my oral cavity 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 sass was clamped down on just the top half of his prick, twirled my tongue all around on his ridgeline, and just hovered like that… ten more seconds of knife twirling with his pecker pumped and shake hard was all it took -- his cock exploded - stroke after shot of hot cum, down my throat. Not a sound. Just pulse of cum. And it went on for like 8 or 9 good pulses as I tried to swallow up all the grounds.

His shaft continued to throb even though nothing more was shooting out, and I continued to gently absorb him until I was for certain very drop was dissipate 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 body 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 piddling of the cum that was left on my work force. All worked up like that, I think it took me only 10 to 12 good strokes to blow the Brobdingnagian warhead 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 mess and rolled over to watch sucker for a moment longer - breathing calmly, like always. Hot, hot vista I thought.

I decided I was going to sustain to see a way to do this with him awake - it was just too incredible. I 'd have to incur a way to convince him ! ! So much for getting rid of the obsession .