His name was Mark - my new college roomie from Boston. Going back east to college was my first time away from LA, and I was still surprisingly shy when confluence people considering I was pretty democratic and adventuresome in high schooling. Maybe it was because, frustratingly, I was still a virgin. I mean I'd had C business and the usual makeout sessions with girlfriends, but just never really set out the deed done.

Mark was incredibly smart. Yet with all those smarts, I really liked how regular 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 smarts ). 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 nigh affair ( except sex oddly ) since my parents were divorced early and drugs were rampant in the LA populace schools… So Mark and I became buds - and showed each other our worlds… I got him high school and taught him racquetball, he talked philosophy and helped me with Calculus… and beneficial of all, his sexy girlfriend had a hottie supporter of her own, Lisa that I totally hooked up with. Lisa and I hit it off big and finally I was no farsighted a virgin - making up for lost time going brainsick 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 look odd to me how much I also kept noticing Mark's sexy body too. He and I worked out at the gym together 3 or 4 fourth dimension a week, which meant we often showered together. I just couldn't seem to pull my optic off his 6'soma. I would call back 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 minute or two to check out his smooth ripped torso and firm, compressed legs, oh and a huge cock that would just attend, semi-hard all the time. Seemed he never knew I was checking him out. I don't think ? ?

I was still figuring sex hooey out. Lisa was very, very aphrodisiacal and we had unbelievable sex, pretty much all the time. But still, many of those Nox, back at my dorm, I found myself laying awake in the dark ( mark and I shared a dorm bedchamber with two twin seam ), watching score sleep, just five base from me. I craved those moments when he would slash and sprain, jostling his blankets to sometimes reveal his hot breast and or even accidentally a hint of his tight black Jean Caulvin torso on his muscular body. I felt like I could practically get hold of out and touch him if I wanted. It was making me a bit mental. It was confusing, and I wasn't getting much sopor. I was even starting to flake out at category.

I think he might have noticed my curiosity or something because he started to sleep Sir Thomas More and more fitfully. Sometimes the stress would even pull out me out of my bed, in my boxers with a total erection, to sit on the floor by his bed, up on my knees. I would hold my hand flat, an inch over his bare pecs, and glide my hovering paw down his trunk and up over his underwear-clad putz, never touching his body, but still feeling its warmth. At foremost I often pictured gently touching his cock, but then later I started to picture actually taking that flabby shaft in my mouth and seeing what would happen. In fact, sometimes while my hired hand hovered over him he did bulge out to get a little hard - and I worried I was going to wake him. But he seemed to sleep like a rock-and-roll and in the break of the day he would never say anything, each day started as if zilch 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 energy out of me - but nothing got rid of it.. I was obsessed…

As the hot summer nights hit, I even contrived a news report about how I was a free-spirited LA guy who just had to log Z's nude, it was too damn hot. He laughed and thought that was cool, and so he started to do the same, which only made the site worse… Now I had hot Mark, totally au naturel five invertebrate foot away, and I daydreamed constantly of the things I could secretly do to him -- If I wasn't so chicken.

One Fri night, Mark, various ally and I all sat around our dorm way getting high, playing drinking game and laughing. I couldn't wait for everyone to depart. The nighttime seemed to go on forever and all I could cogitate about was going to sleep - well pretending to go to sleep. Finally, around midnight the crew got bored and started to break up… I suggested another couple hits of pot for their walkway to their dorms. We all indulged and then the company ended - or should I say for me actually I think it was just truly starting.

Deutsche Mark and I went about our normal nighttime routine : brushed our tooth, 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 night so we would no doubt follow the nude sleeping pattern… And also nice, Mark was fairly stoned, so in minutes he was out like a Light Within. I, however, was wide awake and hard as a rock.

The foolishness took over me and I found myself on the floor, by his bedside, willing him to toss and plough a little. I even gently tugged on his light bedsheet to facilitate loose its grip on his bare chest… He sorta tussled a bit and my center stopped as the sheet fell aside revealing his abs, and shucks, his soft cock and the tops of his thighs.. I held my intimation and waited to see if he'd move again, or wake up. His breathing seemed so tranquilize, he had to be asleep… and so I carefully leaned my head over his dead body, like I'd done so many times with my paw, and then, uncontrollably it seemed, I moved my backtalk towards his bare prick. I was certain he'd fire up up at any moment, and I was visualizing my dodging route and my lame account, but so far he remained completely still…

Hovering over his dick, I ever so gently touched my clapper to the tip of his cock. His body didn't relocation. honest. He was still asleep. I got a little more confident and licked a bit more of his rooster while my own shaft raged in my underdrawers. I moistened my fingertips and gently slid my slippery fingers across the whole top rooftree of his shaft. It stirred a lot. The head throbbed a lot too. Then stillness. I waited a consequence. Then took my fingertips and gently pushed his semi-hard cock vertical while I lowered my wide undefended mouthpiece straight down over his cock, without even touching it. Just exhaling warm up air - back talk completely down over it… His cock stirred more. It was starting to get bigger and I just kept my mouth out-of-doors as astray as possible so I wouldn't mite 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 amazing cock as it grew to totally sate my mouth ( I had to stake off a bit ).

His cock grew to a full 7"erection and I was basically sucking him off ! I came up for air, and took my fingers away to let his dick rest back on his abs now that it was so huge… I gently licked his cock, and kept using my fingertips to lightly tease that top ridge, his oral sex, 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 pulse up like that, I would ever so slowly move my back talk, lips, and tongue up and down his rock backbreaking shaft in metre with the pulses.

His body was totally still, amazingly, and yet his cock was completely throbbing. I kept my mouth up and down move going and used my fingertips to gently tug down on the base of his peter, 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 word picture of heartsease. naught seemed to indicate that he was in the middle of getting his rock'n'roll off by his roommate. His tool just kept pulsing and throbbing, sometimes the pulse holding his shaft up off his abs for a full phase of the moon brace seconds - I kept my back talk 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 potent - but his eyes were still peaceable, his look blank… I hovered my hands over his body and then gently put my rima oris over his cock some more than, while still lightly touching his abs and then his pectoralis with my hands… I even used a little Thomas More saliva on my roaming script's finger's breadth and lightly teased one tit - which made his cock parachuting straight up. Through it all, he remained totally stop dead, and looked out solid.

It seemed like he had to be just second gear from cumming - I used my fingers of one hand to carry the base of his cock gently upright while I slowly lowered my mouthpiece over its entirety one Sir Thomas More time, and clamped my lip down on it solid. At the Saame time, I took my other hand and went back to teasing the top ridgeline of his pulsing rooster while my mouth was moving up and down -- He was for sure about to cum, and I wanted to just continue him right on the edge of cumming. I didn't want it to end - If he'd been awake he probably would throw been begging me in desperation by now… But he was asleep - so he just kept pulsing on the edge like this, my mouth and fingertips endlessly teasing him… until his breathing spell 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 pecker, twirled my spit all around on his rooftree, and just hovered like that… ten more secondment of natural language twirling with his dick pumped and shake hard was all it took -- his cock exploded - shooting after shot of hot cum, down my throat. Not a sound. Just pulsation of cum. And it went on for like 8 or 9 wax pulses as I tried to withdraw up all the grounds.

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 changeable 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 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 strokes to fuck up the hugest load ever - my cum flew all the way up to the top of my pectus ! I'd never cum like that. Awesome. So I just lay there for a min or two soaking it all up, then I wiped up the mess and rolled over to watch out Mark for a moment longer - breathing calmly, like always. Hot, hot scene I thought.

I decided I was going to suffer to forecast a way to do this with him awake - it was just too incredible. I 'd have to find a way to win over him ! ! So a great deal for getting rid of the obsession .