It was a late August afternoon at the Technical College, and it was the day that the freshman got settled in. Yes, it's hard being away from family, but Mike didn't mind. He was glad to be away from his parents. Mike figured out his plan for life much to the dismay of his folks. He wanted to become a computer technician rather than work in the family store. After a long day of moving stuff in, he collapsed on his futon bed, exhausted. The door opened, and Mike jumped. "Hey, brah. Are you Mike? My name is Stan, your roommate." They shook hands formally. Stan had spent most of the night moving stuff in. Mike wanted to help, but Stan said he could do it on his own. After 1am, Stan laid down on his bed and stretched, letting out a long and loud yawn. Mike was already asleep. While Mike was snoring away, Stan opened his laptop and started surfing the web for some porn. Stan found his favorite website; college dudes getting fucked by other college dudes. Soon, he was watching a video and rubbing himself through his khaki shorts. The speakers on his laptop were on full blast, and soon Mike was waking up to the sound of a guy's cherry being popped by a big-icked frat dude. Mike squinted his eyes to see what was playing on Stan's laptop. But when he noticed Stan pulling his zipper down to haul out his meat, Mike started paying attention there.
Mike's jaw dropped in amazement. For such a slender fellow like Stan, he sure carried a whopper of a cock. It must've been 9 or 10 inches long, and it was uncut. Mike quitely pulled down his gym shorts and played with himself quitely while watching Stan pull his own. For a while, Stan didn't notice. That is until Mike gasped out loud as he shot off under his blanket. Stan snapped his head towards Mike's direction. Mike's face flushed with embarassment. "Sorry, dude," Mike said. "I had a wet dream." Stan looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. Then he grinned and said "You don't have to lie, Mikey. I knew what you were doing. But it's okay. I ain't gonna tell anyone. It's perfectly normal" Mike sighed with relief, then asked "Are you, uh...gay?" Stan laughed and said "Pretty much so, yes. Are you gonna beat the shit out of me now?" Mike sat up and uncovered himself. His cock was still hard even though he had shot off. "No, Stan. It's cool." Mike got off his bed and walked towards Stan's. "What are you looking at?", he asked. Stan smiled at him and said "Gay stuff. Um, gay sex." Mike stared down at Stan's enormous tool, the leaking pee-slit barely visible under the fold of foreskin. "Damn, dude! You've been blessed all right." Stan laughed again and said "Well, Mike, you're not that bad yourself. Um, hey, wanna join me here and watch some action?" Mike gulped and said "Well, sure, I guess." So Stan scooted over to let Mike join him on the bed. Stan loaded another video, and they watched for a while. Soon, Stan's hand inched its way over to Mike's straining prick, and he slowly wrapped his fingers around it. Mike gasped. "What are you doing, man?!" Stan looked him deep in the eye and said "Helping you out with your, um, problem. Do you want me to stop?" Mike broke out into a sweat. "Um, um, no..no! Please keep going", he stammered. Stan knew what was going to happen, so he sat the laptop on his desk and told Mike to lay down and relax.
Mike was shaking with excitement as Stan began to jack him. Stan's hands were soft and smooth and he rubbed all the right places. One hand worked its way under Mike's balls, and Stan massaged them. "Ohhhh, man..." Mike moaned. Stan began to jack him faster and he released Mike's balls. He wet his finger and worked it under Mike's fuzzy crack. He slowly pressed his finger into Mike's rosebud, and when it popped in, it was bliss for Mike. "Ohh, shit!" Mike yelled as the invading finger pressing his prostate trigged a hard orgasm from him. Mike shot several thick spurts of jism over his belly. Stan grinned. "How was that?" he asked. Mike relaxed and said "That was fuckin' awesome, man." Stan smiled and winked his eye, saying to Mike "It gets better." Mike knew exactly where this was going, but one look at Stan's monster and he broke into another sweat, saying "I don't think that will all go in, dude." Stan place a hand on Mike's sweat-drenched chest and said "Don't worry. I'll do something that'll help it better." Stan then began to dive his tongue into Mike's furry asscrack, his tongue probing Mike's bud until the tip went in. "Oh, damn!" Mike moaned. Stan began tongue-fucking Mike's asshole until it loosened up. Grabbing a small packet of lube, he smeared some on Mike's hole and on his dick. To make sure Mike was ready, he stuck a couple of fingers inside Mike. And that got him ready for the real thing.
Stan got Mike on all fours and Mike braced himself. When the wide head of Stan's cock punched through his hole, Mike growled and howled in a whirlwind of pain and ecstacy as Stan pressed on. Inch by inch, Mike's ass was being filled with Stan's huge uncut cock. Stan began to thrust, but slowly, so that Mike could get used to something like this. He grabbed Mike's re-energized dick and jacked him in time with his thrusts. Mike's pain soon melted into pure pleasure. "Fuck me, Stan! Fuck me with that big-ass dick!" And Stan did just that. After a while, Stan turned Mike over while keeping his cok inside, and he fucked Mike as hard as he could while beating his cock off. Stan leaned down to kiss Mike, and Mike fired back. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths as they edged closer to climax. "Shit, Mikey. I'm gonna shoot!" Stan grabbed Mike's hips and let out a brutal series of thrusts. Stan groaned loudly as he exploded deep inside Mike. Mike fired a geyser of his own pent-up stuff all over themselves. Mike was way too tired to move, so Stan laid with him and they fell asleep, Stan's softening cock still inside Mike's busted cherry.
Let's just say Mike and his roomie hit it off, and got it off, real good. Now, whenever Mike gets morning wood, Stan happily sucks him. If Stan got wood, he'd fuck Mike. Sometimes, Mike would suck off Stan, but he knew his ass could handle all of Stan's manhood. During the winter break, Mike came home to visit. When asked how college was, he said "It's all good. I'm doing great in classes, I have a great social life, and I have a really cool roommate. Yep, college life is good."
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