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"`Archer Newton Theodore Obertin Ianus Nevil Edwards'É Quite a mouthful!" He chuckles.
"The fourth." I add, regretting it.
"I come from a fairly orthodox family. Archer Newton is my actual name, it's like an endless gag. The never ending joke that is my lifeÉ Call me Arch"
"Well, it's not like you see a lot of white boys called `Na•a' around either! Story goes my parents told the nurses not to mention the sex of the baby during ultrasounds because they were incanting age old spiritual mantras practiced by Shamans far and wide to predict the sex of the baby and its fortune in lifeÉ They settled with Na•a, probably because they didn't want to upset the gods of the baby names once they'd chosen it or some shitÉ And as for the fortune telling, I think the name in itself is indicatory enough!" my roommate replies with the most beautiful grin ever shaped by a boy's face.
We laugh together.
Na•a is the first person I met at Townsville University; he was already settling into our humble abode that is the crappy student accommodation where we will be sharing the next four years when I had walked in.
He's about six feet two and looked like he'd walked straight out of a 90's high school movie's football team. Long, dark brown almost black hair that streaks across his forehead from one side of his head to the other and makes an adorable bounce when it reaches behind the ears and neck, like the kids who wear flat caps too often and have their hair curl around the seamÉ They don't even protect you from the sun from all angles, like, that's what the curve is for! AnywayÉ
His small green eyes squinting next to the wrinkles at the corner of each eye from years of apparent smiling and laughter pierce through his masculine facial features. His hair kindles a goofy appearance which makes his big arms and bulging pecs bursting through his shirt seem less intimidating. Thin black hairs cover his tanned forearms and jawline and a palpable sense of ease and a laid-back attitude envelop him.
If I had to describe him I would probably say he looked like Fred from Scooby-Doo with a bigger nose and Shaggy's hair (in black). The real deal. Minus the 80's outfit of course.
"Hey guys!" a fluttered voice erupts from behind me. I turn to the door way to greet our third roommate, wheeling in her suitcases.
Her brown eyes filled with warmth and excitement are offset by a strange grin that hints at apprehension. She has long brown hair that reaches her lower back and a black crop top with the words "Cannibal Corpse" written (or more like spluttered) in blood on it. Tight ripped skinny jeans show off her slim physique.
"Hey man! I'm Na•a, sweet shirt!"
"Thanks man, I'm a bit of a metal head." she replies, and the tension in her face evaporates.
"I'm Arch, nice to meet you."
"Mum never used to let me listen to metal." Na•a intervenes, "Ever since I began sleep screaming she started going through my ITunes making sure to delete any bands that ended in -nus or sounded like some insidious diseaseÉ Guess no one wants to wake up to someone yelling "I CUM BLOOD" three octaves low."
The girl and I look at Na•a and then at each other before breaking into a hysteric laughter. Looking confused, Na•a joins in.
"My name's Pax." the new arrival states trying to get a hold of herself again. "My friends decided in year 9 that Patricia was suddenly boring and old-schoolÉ Along with keeping their legs closed and maintaining dignity. Year nine sucked."
The rest of the night is spent investigating the hygienic quality of the crummy loft before settling on a surprisingly comfortable couch to discuss a profusion of topics ranging from in-vitro fertilisation to high school experiences.
As I lay back and listen to Pax's story of her first sexual encounter, I notice myself darting glances toward Na•a, looking for reactions, contemplating the beautiful curve of his eyebrows, the way his solid jaw moves under his skin, the way his shirt creases around his muscular body.
As inconspicuous as I may thought I was in my ogling, he catches me moving my stare from his pecs to his face as he glances my way and grins an innocent smile. We both turn red; my cheeks feel hot enough to scramble eggs on.
Once the debate over GMOs' detrimental effects is rebuked and resolved, I announce my retirement to my quarters (yes I actually said it like that, how lame), soon followed by the other two.
My cock aches for attention, and with a new visual in mind and no internet access for the next week, I begin caressing myself as I undertake my fantasy.
I imagine Na•a barging into my room in urgency and pouncing on my bed to plant a wet kiss on my mouth. His heavy frame presses against mine as our cocks greet one another through the fabric. His tongue snakes its way between my lips and battles mine. Na•a begins grinding himself on me, lifting his mouth from mine occasionally to breath or groan before returning it hungrily.
"I saw you looking at me Arch," he smiles as he rises from my embrace, still sitting on me.
"Your cute little grin is the sexiest thing I've seen in months, I hope your cock looks just as good."
He lifts his shirt off his head, struggling to get past his nose due to the tight fabric; his hair flops back down on his head. A sexy patch of dark straight hair lines his sternum and fades outward, agglomerating again around the nipples. He shows off his beautiful flat stomach; thick as he is, a six pack is just visible; his solid muscles looked like the kind that had been earned through hard labour, not the weights room, and boy are they big.
His V-line is so defined, so strong and indented in hips. A thick patch of straight bushy hair trails down to his underwear. I bend up to meet his stomach with my mouth, kissing it all over and letting my hands explore his back. He hugs my head with his arms and groans at each lick of his trail and each kiss to his skin. He smells brilliant; an erotic mix of cologne residue and warm musky scents from his fuzzy armpits and underwear that scream of testosterone.
"You're so fucking cute!" he reiterates. He lowers himself down onto me so I am back into a laying position, every inch of his torso pressed down against mine. I flip him over so that I am laying on top of him and take off my shirt. My fingers wrestle with his belt buckle and his hips bend up to let me slide his shorts off. A thick uncut dick crowned with beautiful golf-ball sized nuts enveloped with trimmed pubes flops down on his hairy thigh. As I grapple it, his cock grows to a mouth watering 9 inches, thick enough that my fingers can't reach all the way around it. My mouth dives straight for it, pulling the foreskin back to taste his leaking cock head. His body convulses and his heavy thighs tighten around my waist. With one hand holding onto a handful of hair, Na•a slowly guides me further down his cock, making sure not to hurt me.
All of his movements are deliberate and careful, like he really cares if I teared up from a cock being rammed down my throat.
"It's your turn now Arch." He slides out from under me and giggles at my protests to put his dick back in my mouth.
"I've had enough of that for now," he smiles, "but I'll show you something you'll enjoy a lot more." Still laying on my stomach, Na•a crawls behind me, reaches around my hips to unbutton my shorts and slides them off along with my briefs. His strong hands gently knead my ass causing me to groan spontaneously.
"Hey Arch,"
"Yeah?" I pant.
"How'd you like it if I lubed up that amazing ass of yours with my tongue?"
"I think I'd like that very much Na•."
His face mashes down in my crack violently. He breathes heavily through his nose as his tongue brashly strokes my hole. His hands hold on tightly to my ass, massaging them firmly. Every stroke of his tongue against my hole forces my ass up closer to his mouth, the silence of the room staggered with his groans and my exclamations of pleasure and ecstasy at his anal prowess. My whole body feels like it's on fire, the nerves in my ass have never felt so reactive; I can feel every short hair from his stubble scratching against my cheeks.
He suddenly pulls away.
"Fuck Arch I can't take this anymore, you taste so fucking good my dick's gonna explode!"
"Cum inside me Na•."
"Holy shit really bro? I don't wanna hurt you."
"Just go easy on me with that freaking probe of a dick and I'll be ok."
"Far out, ok then!"
I push my ass up into the air; I see him place his hands on either side of my shoulders, his arms standing like pillars holding his body above me. His knees press on the back of mine, locking me down onto the mattress. I feel his slippery cock head gently pressing against my hole, twitching at its touch. He eases the head in, and already I cringe from the pain. I instantly feel him stop, he lowers his body onto mine and wraps his arms around me, nibbling my ear.
"Sorry Arch,"
"Keep going." I strain out.
His cock slides in further and my body spasms again from the pain of his massive prick, but his arms tighten and his kissing intensifies, and I feel myself forgetting the pain. Before I know it, his pubes are pressing against my ass. The sudden realisation of his bottoming out inside of me makes my cock surge and my ass tighten around his cock.
"Aaahhh! Jesus Arch you feel so fucking good baby! So velvety and tight, I fucking love it!"
The 9 inch monster fills me up so well I wished he didn't take it out, but then quickly revoke the thought once he lustfully eases it back inside me. His arms wrap around my own and lock them against my body, completely under his control. He continues to fuck me with deep long and slow strokes littered with warm kisses to my neck and heavy breaths.
"Holy fuck Na• don't stop," I whimper.
"No way!" His thrusts quicken and his breathing intensifies.
"Arch I'm cumming!"
Eight long spurts of cum coat my bowels one by one in the most intense orgasm I've ever witnessed. Na•a keeps pumping away, allowing some of his warm juices to clip out from my hungry hole and onto the sheets below.
My own body convulses into its own orgasm as I cum over my stomach, snapping out of my erotic encounter with my new roommate.
How the hell am I going to get through college with his beautiful taunting ass at every corner, I think to myself. Sleep quickly overcomes me, cum dripping off my stomach and onto the sheets as I doze off.
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