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jock-roommate-ruckus part 5 (tt, college, oral) by Jake
Justin never seemed like the kind of guy who really ever respected his friends. He was your basic user. Granted, he did a somewhat selfless thing for Kyle and me by introducing us to each other, but I always thought that he told other people what we did together. Of course, I was sure that he would skew it so that it sounded like I came on to him; then in his infinite benevolence he let me suck him off while subsequently berating me using derogatory terms for persons of indeterminate sexual preference. This was confirmed one Saturday night.
Earlier in the week he told me that an old high school friend of his would be staying this Saturday and leaving Sunday morning. Around four on Saturday Justin answered the phone and ran downstairs to meet this friend. He brought him back up to the room and introduced me to him. He was kind of short, about 5'10, and had jet black hair, steel blue eyes, and perfectly clear and pale skin. He was an 'alternative' guy, the kind who plays guitar in a garage band. He had baggy ass jeans on, which trailed about 3 inches below some green, blue, and red plaid boxers. He had a very tight navy blue tshirt on, which showed off some pretty well developed pecs and biceps and a lot of veins in his lower and upper arm. He had a black leather belt holding up these jeans, and from what the boxers told me, he had a deliciously tight ass like two tight little melons. This was supposedly Justin's best friend, so naturally I wondered if Justin told him 'everything.' It seemed odd that these two would be friends, as Justin was a tan Abercrombie guy who worked out a lot and had a body to show it, while Nick (as I learned his name was) was almost a punk, albeit a pretty hardbodied one.
Nick turned out to be pretty smart. We talked a lot about socialism and other 'deep' college subjects, and later on Nick, Justin and I went out to a house party with about 5 other people from our dorm floor. Justin, being the gorgeous demigod that he is, found a girl right away and apparently went back to her place. He told me that he'd be back sometime tomorrow morning, maybe later. So that left Nick and me to get liquored up and get in some good-natured arguing. We left together, and Nick crashed into Justin's bed. This was only about 1am, though, so we still ended up talking.
I took off my beer- and sweat-drenched camp shirt (also known as a "preppy asshole shirt") and the tshirt underneath. That left me in a pair of khaki cargo pants and some black polyester boxers. Nick followed suit and not only took off his shirt but his pants as well. Now I could take a look at this hot punk. He definitely had a little 6pack as well as muscular shoulders and arms. He had a perfect belly button and a waist to which boxers hung clingingly. I almost wanted to drop to my knees and beg to suck him off right there. However, being the master of restraint, I laid down on my bed and resumed our discussion about whether people were basically good or bad (I personally think neither is true, rather that everyone is stupid).
Now, apparently Nick went to school in Utah or something, because he seized the chance to go to a house party as a chance to drink almost to the point of vomiting or passing out. But he was still lucid enough to argue with me in a manner which seemed sensible to my smashed mind. So I wasn't really too surprised when he got up and sat down at the foot of my bed. My manhood began to rise in hope.
"Jake, Justin says you're gay. Wanna suck my cock?" said Nick. He cupped his hand around his basket. He was drunk, so it could be excused. But the next thing he did was flop down so we were lying right next to each other, with our sides touching. It got me so hot. I squeezed his ass through the cotton of his boxers. It was firm, yet yielding, like a nice piece of muscle ought to be.
It took me a second to understand what he had just said. Justin told this guy about me? I suppose that's understandable, but I had always wanted as few people as possible to be privy to the details of my sexual couplings. Still, this guy was hot and asking for it. Or was he bluffing? I don't really think someone would bluff about that. But maybe he's just a weird guy. No, remember Occam's razor. The most likely possibility is that Justin told him I'd suck cock if asked politely. I suppose that made sense. I mean, Justin was just looking out for both of us.
Slightly chagrined at what had transpired, I continued to the matter "at hand" (sorry, terrible pun). I slipped one hand under his boxers and on to that firm ass. He turned onto his other side.
I mumbled, "Whatever dude. Get me off."
I planned to at least be somewhat authoritarian toward this stranger. After all, he came on to me. He placed the palms of his hands down on my pecs and started slowly sliding them downward. When they reached my abs, he started to pinch my 6pack. It tickled. Then he unbuttoned my khaki pants and slid them down to my ankles, and reached under my boxers to touch my cock. I was already aroused, but this put me over the 7 inch mark. I slid down my boxers and told him to suck it. Seconds later, his mouth was around my dick. It was warmer than I thought, and slippery. He had a big mouth, and applied just the right amount of suction (starting gently, getting more rigorous). I stared down at this beautiful boy giving me head, and the feeling of euphoria emanating from my muscle. I shot load after load down his throat.
He obviously wanted to get me off and now expected me to do the same for him. Well, being a typical asshole (and refuting every urge in my body), I refused. I did slide his boxers down and tug at his dick a few times with my hand, but he was obviously disappointed. But Nick would be staying longer, and I was sure I would still be able to taste him sooner or later - especially with Justin gone.
That night, with Nick sleeping naked in Justin's bed and me sleeping naked in mine, I scooped up Nick's boxers from the floor and put them at the bottom of one of my drawers, next to Kyle's and Justin's. He wouldn't even know they were gone. And Justin was out of the room a lot. Maybe Nick would find himself in a position to stay in the room while Justin left for a few hours. I know he wanted another taste of my cock - this time while sober, and I think he knew I wanted the same from him.
I still get boned thinking about Nick, but this wasn't even the best part. I don't know if Justin knew that we were sucking each other (even though he probably suspected), but Nick visited almost every month for the remainder of this year - in fact, he was just here two weeks ago. But I'll pick up the story again later.
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