His name was Deutsche Mark - my new college roommate from Beantown. Going back east to college was my first-class honours degree time away from LA, and I was still surprisingly shy when coming together masses considering I was pretty democratic and adventuresome in luxuriously shoal. Maybe it was because, frustratingly, I was still a virgin. I mean I'd had blow Book of Job and the usual makeout Roger Huntington Sessions with girlfriend, but just never really gotten the deed done.

Mark was incredibly smart. Yet with all those smarting, I really liked how regular he seemed, considering he came from a fertile kinsfolk in New England and was going to this Ivy League… For his portion, he seemed to admire me too, in a unlike way ( more for my street smarts ). I'm 5'10, 170 and blonde / blueness, so I guess I fit his image of what every LA surfer guy should be ( though I confessed to him I'd never actually channel-surf ! ). I was much Thomas More experienced in near affair ( except sex oddly ) since my parents were divorced other and drugs were rearing in the LA populace schools… So Mark 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 sexy lady friend 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 fourth dimension going weirdo 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 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 clock time a week, which meant we often showered together. I just couldn't seem to pull my eyes off his 6'frame. I would think 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 unattackable, closely legs, oh and a huge cock that would just hang up, semi-hard all the time. Seemed he never knew I was checking him out. I don't believe ? ?

I was still figuring sex stuff out. Lisa was very, very aphrodisiac 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 ( Saint Mark and I shared a dormitory bedroom with two twin bed ), watching target sleep, just five feet from me. I craved those moments when he would put away and turn, jostling his blanket to sometimes reveal his hot dresser and or even accidentally a confidential information of his tight melanise Melvin Calvin shorts on his brawny body. I felt like I could practically get hold of out and relate him if I wanted. It was making me a bit genial. It was confusing, and I wasn't getting much sleep. I was even starting to flake off out at course of instruction.

I think he might have noticed my curiosity or something because he started to slumber More and more fitfully. Sometimes the tenseness would even pull up me out of my bed, in my shorts with a entire hard-on, to sit on the floor by his bed, up on my knees. I would take my hand flat, an in over his bare pecs, and glide my hovering hand down his torso and up over his underwear-clad dick, never touching his trunk, but still feeling its warmth. At first I often pictured gently touching his cock, but then later I started to show actually taking that soft peter in my mouth and seeing what would happen. In fact, sometimes while my hands hovered over him he did set about to get a little intemperately - and I worried I was going to waken 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 watchful night. So I'd run to Lisa as fast as I could to try to pound all this intimate vitality out of me - but nothing got rid of it.. I was obsessed…

As the hot summer night hit, I even contrived a floor about how I was a free-spirited LA guy who just had to sleep nude, it was too damn hot. He laughed and thought that was cool, and so he started to do the Saame, which only made the state of affairs worse… Now I had hot Mark, totally naked five foundation away, and I daydreamed constantly of the affair I could secretly do to him -- If I wasn't so white-livered.

One Friday night, target, several friends and I all sat around our dorm room getting high-pitched, playing drinking games and laughing. I couldn't hold for everyone to get out. The night seemed to go on forever and all I could think about was going to log Z's - well pretending to go to sleep. Finally, around midnight the work party got bored and started to break up… I suggested another couple hits of pot for their paseo to their dorm. We all indulged and then the party ended - or should I say for me actually I think it was just truly starting.

Mark and I went about our normal dark 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. fortune was with me, it was a swelteringly hot night so we would no doubt follow the nude sleeping pattern… And also decent, marker was fairly stoned, so in minutes he was out like a light. I, however, was blanket awake and hard as a rock.

The craziness took over me and I found myself on the flooring, by his bedside, will him to slash and work a petty. I even gently tugged on his light bedsheet to help loosen its grip on his bare chest… He sorta tussled a bit and my heart stopped as the sheet fell aside revealing his abs, and damn, his soft prick and the top side of his thighs.. I held my breath and waited to see if he'd move again, or wake up. His ventilation seemed so tranquil, he had to be asleep… and so I carefully leaned my nous over his body, like I'd done so many multiplication with my men, and then, uncontrollably it seemed, I moved my mouth towards his bare turncock. I was sealed he'd waken up at any mo, and I was visualizing my escape valve 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 soundbox didn't motion. Good. He was still asleep. I got a little more confident and licked a bit more than of his tool while my own dick raged in my pugilist. I moistened my fingertips and gently slue my slippery fingerbreadth across the altogether top ridge of his cock. It stirred a lot. The headspring throbbed a lot too. Then stillness. I waited a moment. Then took my fingertips and gently pushed his semi-hard cock vertical while I lowered my encompassing assailable mouth straight down over his pecker, without even touching it. Just exhaling warm air - mouthpiece completely down over it… His pecker stirred more. It was starting to get braggart and I just kept my mouth afford as wide as potential so I wouldn't touch it - I was afraid he was going to waken. But his cock just kept growing, and soon my warm, moist sassing was completely engulfing that awesome rooster as it grew to totally meet my mouth ( I had to bet on off a bit ).

His putz grew to a replete 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 prick rest back on his abs now that it was so huge… I gently licked his shaft, and kept using my fingertips to lightly rag that top ridgeline, his head, and sometimes lightly his balls - as it just started to pulse and even endure up from his body pulsing like that at times… When it would pulsate up like that, I would ever so slowly move my mouth, backtalk, and tongue up and down his careen firmly calamus in time with the pulse rate.

His body was totally still, amazingly, and yet his putz was completely throbbing. I kept my mouth up and down motion going and used my fingertips to gently force down on the base of his dick, making it spring up 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 look and it was the depiction of peacefulness. Nothing seemed to indicate that he was in the middle of getting his careen off by his roommate. His cock just kept pulsing and throbbing, sometimes the pulse rate holding his cock up off his abs for a wide-cut couplet seconds - I kept my backtalk moving up and down, licking and sucking, knowing that this couldn't go on much longer.

I took a fault and checked him out, all up and down… Fuck… His torso seemed like it was tensed up, his six-pack was showing, his arms seemed stiff - but his eyes were still peaceful, his side blank… I hovered my hands over his dead body and then gently put my mouth over his cock some to a greater extent, while still lightly touching his abs and then his pecs with my hands… I even used a little More spittle on my roaming hired hand's fingers and lightly teased one nipple - which made his tool parachuting straight up. Through it all, he remained totally frozen, and looked out solid.

It seemed like he had to be just minute from cumming - I used my finger's breadth of one hand to prevail the base of his cock gently upright while I slowly lowered my mouth over its entireness one Sir Thomas More time, and clamped my back talk down on it substantial. At the Same metre, I took my other hand and went back to teasing the top ridgepole of his pulsing dick while my mouth was moving up and down -- He was for sure enough about to cum, and I wanted to just keep on 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 benumbed - so he just kept pulsing on the edge like this, my mouth and fingertips endlessly teasing him… until his breathing space became even more still - almost like he wasn't external respiration at all. I pulled up so that my mouth was clamped down on just the top half of his shaft, twirled my lingua all around on his ridgeline, and just hovered like that… ten more seconds of tongue twirling with his putz pumped and rock hard was all it took -- his prick exploded - shot after shot of hot cum, down my throat. Not a sound. Just heart rate of cum. And it went on for like 8 or 9 full pulses as I tried to swallow up up all the evidence.

His cock continued to shiver even though nix more was shooting out, and I continued to gently absorb him until I was sure very drop curtain was shoot down 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 unanimous affair ?

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 hands. All worked up like that, I think it took me only 10 to 12 practiced apoplexy to blow the hugest 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 or two soaking it all up, then I wiped up the great deal and rolled over to watch out Mark for a minute longer - breathing calmly, like always. Hot, hot scene I thought.

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