Summary: Frustrated Billy and his roomie
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I: Billy
Billy had been hard for three full days. His cock hadn't relaxed once since Tuesday. His balls hurt, his shaft ached from being stiff, and his cumslit leaked profuse amounts of semen from the days without relief. He was determined not to touch himself though. He was saving all his stuff for his girl friend's visit this weekend. Billy wasn't a big guy but he knew he had a big dick. His girl friend, Lisa, had become obsessed with his big dick and he had been happy to let her use it as much as she wanted. They'd fucked every day during some weeks this past summer and there weren't many positions or techniques or other fun things that they hadn't tried at some point. Now he had been without her for two weeks, ever since he had gone away to school. It was cold turkey withdrawal. He jerked off a lot last week just to relieve the tension, but he made a deal he wouldn't waste a drop the week before her visit. He was saving all his cum for her. He'd bought lubricant and some other stuff they liked to use in preparation, but now it was Thursday and he couldn't bare it much longer. He couldn't concentrate on his classes, he couldn't go to the gym, and he had to be careful when he took a shower. As proud as he was of his sizeable cock, it was kind of embarrassing carrying it around in this constant state of erection.
Since all he could think about these days was his hard on and fucking his girl Billy had cut his 3:00 class. There wasn't much use in going. He sat in his room in his desk chair, naked, staring down at himself and almost disgusted with what he saw. His eight inch dick was like a wild animal between his legs, totally uncontrollable. It almost felt like it wasn't a part of him. It was like this huge, stiff, fleshy snake that had raised its head up between his legs. He wanted to beat it into submission, but he wouldn't. His roommate was going away for the weekend and he and Lisa would have the room to themselves. He figured they would just stay in bed and fuck most of the weekend. He'd drive his thick throbbing dick right into her cunt five minutes after she got here, and every hour after. He could hear her moaning with pleasure right now, and himself grunting with the effort and screaming when he came. All weekend he'd grind it into her. Maybe he'd let her suck it a couple of times too, she really liked the taste of his cream. He knew he would have no trouble keeping it up no matter how much they did it. Even if he jerked off an hour before she came he knew he'd still get his rod into her without a hitch. Running out of jiz was never a problem for him.
The phone rang and he padded across the room in his bare feet to answer it, his stiff cock swaying back and forth and smacking against his stomach as he walked.
"Hello -- Hi Lisa -- Yeah -- Yeah but I cut it -- Yeah -- Like what? -- Not really... -- Come on Lisa, she said you could use the car -- Fuck, tell her to use your mom's -- Ah come on, we planned this -- I know but ... -- Yeah ... -- Yeah, ok -- I know -- Yes, I still do, you know that ... -- Ok -- Yeah -- say hi to her for me, and to Ken -- Ok -- Yeah, really disappointed, you don't know -- I know -- Ok -- Yeah -- Bye -- you too, really -- Yeah -- Ok.
He hung up the phone and stared out the window for a minute. Damn. A hot breeze wafted in and moved the curtain. Shit. While he was staring his hand strayed down to his balls. Fuck! He cupped and massaged them with his fingers. Lisa liked to play with them like this. Well, since Lisa wasn't coming he was going to make the most of it. He looked at the clock. His roommate wouldn't be back for another hour.
Billy went to his desk and pulled out the jar of lubricant he'd bought. He opened it, gently took his burning dick in his hand, bent it out, painfully, and with his other hand jammed the smooth surface of the lubricant on to his rod. Ooo, it felt almost like Lisa's wet cunt. He made himself penetrate the thick, slick stuff to the bottom of the jar then he twisted the jar around a couple of times. "Unh", he almost lost it. He waited, then eased the jar off. There was a squelching sound when his dick emerged, almost like it did when he pulled out of Lisa after an hour of ramming her and filling her up with his cum. A big crater had been formed in the jar by the broad head of his cock and a small rivulet of his white pre-cum was oozing down the side of it. A blob of the lubricant was mounded on his cockhead and down the first inch or so of his rod. He thought a moment, then put three fingers of his left hand into the jar too. Lisa sometimes did something to him while he fucked her which drove him crazy. He'd never done it to himself, but he wanted it bad right now.
He walked over to the chair, grabbing a towel along the way. He spread the towel out on the floor in front of it, sat down and leaned back. He spread his legs wide and stretched his strong body and arched his back. He ran his right hand down his hairless chest, following the crease formed by his muscles that ran from his pects to his navel. He liked his body. He liked to watch himself in the mirror when he was fucking Lisa. He liked to see the muscles in his legs and back strain when he came. He liked to see his sweaty, hairy butt go up and down as he drove in and out of her. He ran his clean hand up and down his chest, circled each of his nipples, and smeared the little drops of sweat which ran down his side from his armpits. He liked the smell of his sweat. His hand strayed farther and farther down toward his navel in widening circles. About an inch from his navel he encountered the mass clinging to the head of his cock. He moved his left hand down between his legs and gingerly touched his ass hole with his middle finger. He didn't know if he could take it, but then he couldn't do without it either.
"One .... Two..." he said out loud. He grabbed his iron hard cock with his right hand and slid his middle finger into his hole. His dick had been burning and ready to burst for days, so his orgasm was immediately inevitable at this first touch, his shaft bulging, his balls cocked and ready to shoot. He pulled out the one finger and slid in two. His whole body was tense, ready to fire his cum. He started pounding his cock, in rhythm sliding his fingers in and out of his ass hole. "un.. unh..." he groaned with each powerful stroke, his body heaving, his chest and shoulders straining, his strong arms working himself at both ends. Sweat broke out on his forehead and chest. It took only five strokes and he felt a flood of cream surge though his rod. He held back the first shot, but the second was too powerful. His jiz came exploding out into the room in a long thick stream and he let out a huge, loud, moan. He pounded himself, up and down with one hand and in and out with the other. The successive shots of jiz were just as strong as the first. He came for a long time, his eyes clinched shut, his mouth open, and his breathing loud, hard, and noisy. He worked himself with his hand, squeezing out every drop and grinding himself at both ends with each stroke. When he finally stopped shooting he let his hands continue their work for a minute or two. He liked that feeling in his ass. His dick was slimy with the lubricant and his cum but it was still hard. It didn't ache so much now though. Finally he dropped his hands to his side and sighed, "Three."
Not as good as Lisa but not bad. He looked around and saw white pools of his semen all over the floor, most of it way beyond the edge of the towel he had carefully laid out. Two or three blobs of it were running down the wall several feet away. "Shit!" he said, rather proud of the distance he'd achieved.
Just then he heard the key turn in the lock and his roommate opened the door.
II: Billy and Bob
Billy's roommate, Bob, was a quiet, studious guy from a small town. He was a good roommate, friendly and amiable, but Bob and Billy weren't really friends; they didn't hang out together. Billy didn't know any of Bob's friends, but he figured Bob probably didn't know any of his either. Billy had been careful to hide his frequent jerkings off from Bob, not really knowing how he'd take it. He figured almost all guys did it too (how could they not and remain sane?), but he'd never seen any evidence that Bob did it. Now Bob had pretty good evidence that Billy did.
They looked at each other for a second, Billy kind of in shock, too horrified even to grab the towel to cover his still erect, throbbing, dick, shiny with the lubricant, cum still drizzling from the head.
"uhhh.., sorry to interrupt" Bob said. He lay his books down on his desk. Billy came to his senses, picked up the towel and laid it in his lap, his face beet red.
"Sorry" said Billy. "Uh.. sorry".
"That's ok," said Bob, his back turned, ruffling around in the papers on his desk. (He was politely giving Billy a chance to recover.) "I figured one of us would get caught sooner or later." He shuffled the papers a little more. "Next time, though, let me know if you need any help." He turned, smiled at Billy and left the room, locking the door behind him.
Billy used the towel to clean himself off, his dick slowly collapsing. He wiped the jiz off the wall. Three long thin stains remained. He threw the towel into the closet, grabbed another, the last clean one, and went down the hall to the showers. Would he ever live this down? Holy shit. Would Bob spread it all around the dorm that he'd caught his roommate jerking off in the middle of the afternoon? He'd have to leave the university, maybe even leave the state. His mom had caught him once, but she knew he was embarrassed and hadn't mentioned it again. Now another guy had caught him and he'd probably never hear the end of it. He kept replaying the horrible sound of the key in the door and that sinking feeling when it opened. And the look on Bob's face! What had been the look on his own face? Probably white as a sheet quickly turning to red as blood. "And all I could say was 'sorry'. Fuck!"
After his shower he went back to the room. Bob wasn't there. He threw himself on the bed, then immediately bounced back up and put on his shorts and jeans. It wouldn't do for Bob to come in and find him laying on the bed naked again, or still. The scene kept replaying in his head in spite of himself. He sat down to try to work on his chemistry homework, but couldn't concentrate. "Sorry... uh sorry". Sorry shit. Why the hell had Bob come back to the room anyway? Didn't he have a lab all afternoon? But labs could be cancelled. "Let me know if you need any help." Billy finally got to this point in his continuous instant replay of the little drama.
"Next time, though, let me know if you need any help." That's what Bob had said, and he had smiled. What the fuck was that all about? Now this new aspect to that scene of horror replayed in his head. Bob had been smiling. Well, of course he'd been smiling. He was thinking what a great story this would make when Billy showed up at a fraternity rush. "Yeah, Billy jacks off every afternoon. Sucks dick too. Doesn't do a very good job though." Damn. Disgusted with everything he slammed the chemistry book shut and dropped his notebook in the trash can. He grabbed a tee shirt and left the room, pulling it over his head as he stomped down the hall.
Billy didn't come back to the room till late. He went to the cafeteria and ate alone, avoiding his friends. He went to the library and read some magazines, walked around campus, went back to the library and stayed until it closed at 1:00 in the morning. He didn't want to go back to his room and face Bob. Now there was really no where else to go. Going to see one of his friends, well, he couldn't face that either, not until he'd straightened things out with Bob. Billy was half way thinking he'd threaten him. "If you tell any body about this I'll smear your ass all over this room." Well, it sounded dramatic but it probably wouldn't work. He could take Bob, but then there were police and laws and tiresome things that could make the situation even messier.
He stood outside the room working up the courage to go in. "I should have had a drink or two, or three," he thought. He put the key in the lock, took a deep breath and opened the door. The room was dark. Bob was laying in his bed, the sheet pulled up over his shoulders, his back to the door, apparently asleep. Billy was almost dissappointed. Now he just wanted to get this next meeting over with. He pulled off his tee shirt and jeans and went down the hall to brush his teeth. Back in the room he pulled back the covers and sat on his bed looking at Bob's back, wishing he'd wake up. "Are you asleep?" he whispered.
Bob turned over. "No. What's'e matter?"
They could see each other's forms in the dark but Billy could not, thank god, see Bob's face. He thought a moment, hoping Bob would help him out, but Bob said nothing. It was awkward. "Nothin' Go to sleep." He lay down on his bed, and Bob turned back over.
After a few minutes, Billy, lost in his misery heard Bob say, "Well" and pause. "If you're worried about this afternoon, don't be. I'm gay. I do it all the time. It was fun to catch you at it. And I won't tell anybody... Unless you want me to." He made a little sinister laugh.
Billy sat up. Bob turned over. "No. I don't want it spread around. Thanks," Billy said, relieved to be talking about it at last.
"That's ok".
"And I won't tell anybody you're gay."
"Oh I don't care about that", he said cheerfully. "Good night."
Billy thought for a moment. He got up and went and stood by Bob's bed. "So, uh, what did you mean earlier about needing any help?" Bob turned over and Billy thought he perceived in the dark that Bob was looking up at him.
"Oh, you know. I'm pretty experienced at helping guys achieve good orgasms. Though you seemed to do a pretty good job this afternoon." Bob laughed. Billy found the situation ludicrous. He'd been walking around and embarrassed all afternoon, scared to come back to the room, and how his roommate was laughing at him. But his interest was sparked. It was dark. Bob was a nice guy, and Billy was still horny as hell. He sat down on the bed and Bob sat up. They stared at each other in the dark. Billy wasn't too surprised to feel his cock rising slowly and soon making an obvious pointed lump in his tartan boxer shorts, visible even in the dim light.
"I see I've aroused your, uh, interest" said Bob. He reached over and put his hand on Billy's thigh, running it lightly down the inside to his knee, grazing the tops of the hairs. It tickled, and turned Billy on. He knew he'd have to get some relief now, somehow.
"So what did you have in mind?" he asked Bob, his voice tense with mounting lust.
Bob sat up, leaned over and lay his head on Bob's thigh. With his other hand he reached around and stroked Billy's cock, fully hard now, though confined by his shorts from achieving it's usual erect position, parallel to his stomach. Billy let Bob feel him out a few minutes. He'd never let another guy touch his dick before, but it sure felt good. He wondered if guys knew how to do it better than girls since they knew what felt good. It wasn't the time for intellectualizing though. His dick started to burn. He knew he was leaking cum already.
He stood up and pulled his shorts off, his dick slapping up into its erect position. He paused just a moment to give Bob a good look at his full, hard, eight point two-five inches. "You never had a dick this good I bet" he thought. He sat back on the bed, swung around to face Bob and spread his legs. Bob crawled out from under the sheet. He was naked. Billy noticed he had a pretty good sized dick too. It was sticking straight up like a steel pipe from a dense brown bush. The sight made him more excited for some reason, and he stroked himself a few times. He'd sort it out later. Right now he wanted to cum, long and hard, and in this boy's mouth.
Fortunately, that's exactly what Bob wanted too. He lay down and buried his face in Billy's crotch, licked his generous balls and bit into his groin. Billy lay back to enjoy it, his head hanging off the end of the bed. Shit it was good. It had been so long since someone did it for him, and Bob knew what he was doing. He felt Bob mouthing his balls, chewing them. Then he felt Bob's tongue slowly glide up the shaft of his dick, lingering over those little folds of skin where it felt so good. His cock was burning, swelling, the cum rising into his shaft. He was going to shoot hard pretty quickly. He felt Bob put his arms around his waste and grip him tightly. He felt Bob straddle his leg and press his own dick against it. The next thing he felt was something soft, warm, and wet incase his quaking cock. That was it. He exploded just like this afternoon, only it was better. All he had to do was lay there and let it flow. He pumped wave after wave of cream, and Bob eagerly sucked it out of him. It went on and on, Bob coaxing out every drop, running his sweet mouth down as far as it would go, then up, pausing to massage the thick head in his lips. Even Billy was amazed at the relief this gave him. Lisa couldn't do this. It was extremely rare for him to soften up at the end of an orgasm, but this time he did. Bob kept sucking on him until his dick just hung between his legs, totally flaccid, satisfied, empty.
He felt the bed move then and he raised his head to see. Bob was up on his knees now, his hand going up and down on his own cock. He was going to jerk off right there over (and on) Billy. Billy was fascinated by the sight. He'd never seen anyone but himself do this before. Bob screwed up his face and opened his mouth. Soon he let out a deep breath, and jiz shot up out of his dick. The first shot landed right on Billy's tit, the second just above on his shoulder, the third on his navel, and the fourth splatted into his blonde pubic hair. The rest rose a few inches in the air and dribbled down Bob's hand and leg or smeared onto his stomach. Bob kept going until his own dick collapsed then sat back on his ankles. He looked down at Billy. They laughed. -- Andrew F. Gunnesch /-\ "I disapprove of what you say, but I will afgun@caen.engin.umich.edu | | __ __ __ defend to the death ==> Evil CAEN sysadmin <== |===| |__| | | | | | | your right to say
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