I walked into the barracks thinking about how nice it'd feel to have a shower and take a nap. It'd been a long week and I was ready to just have a nice quiet evening. As I walked past the barracks admin office though, the yeoman in charge yelled out "Hey Cochran!" I turned back and stuck my head in the door.
"Sorry to tell you but you finally got a new roommate" he blurted out.
The look of shock must have registered on my face. I'd been in my room for almost a year with no roommate and had begun to think that of it as my own place.
"Aw Chief," I moaned. "When is he getting here?"
"He's here already man - probably unpacking now." Taking in my crestfallen expression he added "I'm sorry I couldn't give you more notice Cochran. He was supposed to be living in off-base housing when he arrived. Something happened though and it fell through for him. He just showed up this morning and you had the only available bed."
"Damn," I muttered as I turned away and slowly walked down the hall, my plans for a quiet evening now apparently shot to Hell.
I guess I had been really lucky so far in my time here. I'd been in the same room for my whole time on base and when the only roommate I'd had transferred about 11 months ago, no one else had been assigned to my room. It was a great room too - it was on the corner of the top floor with nobody above and only one room beside it. It had windows on both outside walls, a large head with a big walk-in shower, and a small kitchenette. I'd even bought a tv and had my own cable and internet, so I didn't have to watch whatever people were watching in the common room or worry that the Navy was monitoring my online activity. It was a perfect studio apartment - for one person.
There were two twin beds in the room that, and when my last roommate had left, I'd stacked up as bunkbeds to open up more floor space. I guess I'd have to help my new roomie take them apart again.
I took the stairwell up to the third floor and walked down to my room. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and was stopped in my tracks by the mess in front of me. There were two lockers directly to the right as you entered. I'd started storing some clothes in the one that technically belonged to my roommate, but they now were strewn across the floor in front of it. A seabag overflowing with clothes sat in front of the open locker and a couple of haphazardly packed boxes almost completely blocked the entrance. I didn't see anyone in the room, so I called out "Hello, anyone here?" as I pushed my way in. I heard the toilet flush and as glanced over I got my first look at my new roomie as he walked out of the head.
He was a really good-looking guy in a dumb jock kind of way. He was taller than my 5'10" by several inches and wore his dark hair in a regulation cut. He had classic features with a square jaw, a strong nose, and dark brown eyes. He was wearing only an old pair of PT shorts with gym shoes, no shirt at all. The large swinging bulge in his shorts indicated that he was probably freeballing too. I tried not to gawk but don't think I was successful. His chest and arms were covered in a sheen of sweat and seemed naturally on display. I immediately thought that he was going to be either a really incredible roommate or I was going to have a hard time being around him.
"Hey, I'm Miller" he said as he stepped out. He didn't offer his hand or anything, just glared at me. "Cochran?" he asked. I nodded and just said "Yeah, I'm Cochran" before glancing around the room and adding "glad to see that you're making yourself at home."
"Yeah I needed the locker, so I took out your shit." He pushed past me without even a glance and started hanging up more of his clothes. "I was going to throw them on your bed when I got set up but, hey, you're here now" he said with his back to me.
I quickly decided that this guy was going to be difficult.
"Well, OK, yeah, I guess I'll pick them up off the floor." I said sarcastically. He didn't respond.
I gathered the few arm loads of clothes and dropped them on my bed. When I finished, I turned to him and said "These beds come apart - they don't have to be bunkbeds. When you have a minute, you want to help me take the top one off?"
Miller turned to look over at the beds and after a few seconds said, "Nah, I'm good. I came from sea duty, so I'm used to bunks." I guess he didn't care how I felt about it. Luckily, I was used to the bunkbeds too, but it I hadn't had anyone sleep in the top bunk since I'd been in this room. I hoped he wouldn't drive me crazy.
I sat down on my bed and started sorting out the clothes. I thought I'd at least attempt to be civil and ask a few questions. He wasn't exactly chatty, but I found out that he'd just transferred from the West Coast and had been on a carrier. One of his friends from the carrier had transferred here a few months earlier and they had planned on renting a place together off base. But his friend had quickly moved a new girlfriend in with him and she didn't want a stranger living with her. "Fuck her" he finished as he told the story. "I wouldn't want to live with that bitch either." He was a real charmer.
It took an hour or so for him to get his gear put away and for me to fit all of my things back into my locker. When I was finished, I changed out of my uniform and told him that I was going to the chow hall for dinner and reluctantly asked if he wanted to join me. He grunted out a "no, I'm going to find the gym and work out some stress. I haven't lifted in a couple of days and don't want to lose it." He turned toward me and flexed in pseudo bodybuilder pose. It was an impressive sight with his softball-sized biceps and wide shoulders but I wasn't about to let him know it. I just rolled my eyes and walked out of the room. I would have told him exactly where the gym was if he'd asked - I'm there just about every day at lunchtime. But he didn't and I had already had enough of his attitude.
I took my time eating and then walked around for a while before stopping by the exchange to pick up a few things I needed. I eventually headed back to my room silently hoping that he wouldn't be there. No such luck though, as I opened the door, I heard the shower running. I got settled and turned on the tv, giving him a signal that I was home.
I was lying on my bunk flipping through the channels when I heard the shower stop and the sounds of him doing whatever he did after showering. He stepped out of the head a few minutes later completely naked. He looked over at me in the bunk but didn't even acknowledge me. He stood in front of his locker, which was just a few feet to the right of the television and finished drying off. I had time to completely check him out from the back. He was bulkier than guys that I normally found attractive - I tend to go for the Spartan Warrior / cross fit look - but he had a perfect round, muscular ass and was definitely sexy as fuck. After a few minutes he pulled out a bottle of lotion and started rubbing in over his entire body. He rubbed it over his arms and torso and then applied some to his lower back. When he started rubbing it onto his glutes, it may have been my imagination, but he seemed to take an extra-long time and seemed to even pull his cheeks slightly apart as he rubbed in the cream. I was rock hard by this point and lifted my knees so that they hid the bulge in my shorts.
After several minutes he closed his locker and turned to me, still naked. He looked over at the bed and muttered "Fuck" as he shook his head.
"What?" I asked sharply, thinking that he'd found a new reason to be a jerk.
"I fuckin' forgot to make my rack before showering." He started walking toward the bunks, his meaty dick slapping his thighs as he approached. "I'm so damn tired too."
As he stood at the side of the bed and reached up for his sheets that were piled on top of the mattress, I had a close-up view from just above his pecs to his knees. He moved toward the head of the rack and as he maneuvered the fitted sheet into place his fat cock swung back and forth just about a foot from my face. It was almost completely covered by a beautiful, soft looking foreskin - just the tip poked out. I was mesmerized. Finally, thinking that I should probably say something about how unusual this was, managed to say, "you certainly don't have a problem being naked do you dude?"
He leaned down and looked me directly in the eyes before replying, "Not at all man, we're both dudes and I hate wearing clothes when I don't have to. If we're going to be living together, you're going to be seeing all of me on a regular basis." He paused for a beat before asking "It doesn't bother you does it?" It was more of a statement than a question really.
"No man, you do you" I answered and tried to pretend that I was watching tv again.
He had stood back up by this point and under his breath said, "I had a feeling."
I took a beat to try to work out the implications of his last statement, but my focus quickly returned to his cock. Within just a few seconds it had obviously grown. It wasn't hard but it was definitely a semi, full and plump, hanging down about four inches, with the perfectly shaped head starting to poke out as it turned a deeper shade of pink. I could only stare but had to reach down to adjust my boner - it had grown so hard it was almost painful and it started to leak precum in my skivvies.
He took several more minutes to finish making his rack and then climbed up the end of the bunks and plopped down, shaking both beds like an earthquake. I just lay there, perfectly still, unable to believe what had just happened and pissed off that this guy who I was pretty sure was at least a douchebag in training had me so worked up. He shifted in place a few times and then grew still as well. I could just make out his breathing over the sound of the television and, within a few minutes, it sounded like he was asleep. I slowly got up, trying to hide my rock-hard dick and made my way to the head. I quickly undressed, turned on the shower and, after shedding my clothes, stepped into the hot water. I pumped a handful of hair conditioner into my hand, which really with a short military regulation haircut was only there for jerking off, and started pounding my swollen cock. I looked down at my dick and thought that I was sure I could give Miller a run for his money in that department. I had always been happy with my seven inches. It was thick too; I'd measured it once and it was over six inches around. I reached down and cupped my balls with my left hand as I jerked with my right. My balls are pretty big and they filled my hand. I tugged my shaved sack slightly as my fist flew faster up and down my shaft and I suddenly exploded all over the wall. I struggled to not yell as I had one of the most intense orgasms I'd had in longer than I cared to remember. I kept coming in waves for almost a minute, each spurt causing me to buck my hips and involuntarily hunch my shoulders. Finally, I stood under the water, rubbing the cum that was still trickling out of my dick over my six-pack, basking in the glow of a major orgasm.
Eventually I cleaned up, got ready for bed and went back into the room. He was definitely asleep, quietly snoring as he lay flat on his back on top of the blankets. His cock wasn't asleep though; it was pointing straight toward his head and was slightly bobbing above his stomach with his breath. I approached the side of the racks and stood there looking at it. Damn, I'd been wrong - his hard cock had to be at least ten inches and about as big around the proverbial beer can. I climbed into my rack and turned the tv off. I lay there for a long time thinking about the hot fucker with the hotter dick sleeping just a few feet above me. I finally drifted off to sleep and had dreams of sucking and fucking a giant dick all night long. When I woke up in the morning, I found that I'd had the first wet dream I'd had in years and the front of my skivvies were wet and sticky with another big load.
This became a regular thing. Miller was pretty much a non-stop ass whenever we were in the room together. He either ignored me completely or grunted out short sentences that made me think he felt like I wasn't worth trying to get to know. Luckily, he wasn't in the room a lot as he was either in the gym or out with his new coworkers. When he was in the room at the end of the day, it was a given that he'd be naked. Consequently, I almost always had a hardon when he was in the room and came up with creative ways to try to hide it, although I don't think I was always successful.
Sometimes, he would sometimes exercise in the room, doing pushups or crunches buck-ass naked. I'd be sitting in one of the chairs or laying on my rack and he'd just be pretend it was perfectly normal. He even had a jump rope and would move around the room jumping with his cock and balls flopping around. The first time he lay on his back and pulled his knees up to start crunches, I almost fainted as he flashed his tight, hairy pucker at me. I quickly shifted my gaze to his eyes and saw a grin cross his face.
I never said anything during his exhibitionistic periods in the room. I thought if he's going to show everything, I'm just going to enjoy it. He never indicated that he cared if I watched or not and I stopped pretending that I wasn't but we never said anything about it.
One Saturday afternoon, after he'd been there about two months, he came in from lifting, all pumped up and sweaty. After stripping off his gym clothes he headed right to the shower. I looked down and saw a jockstrap piled on top of his shorts. I have a total jockstrap fetish, and this was the first time I'd seen that he wore one. I guess with his efficiency in stripping as soon as he entered the room, I'd never caught on that he wore one to work out. I walked over to the pile of clothes and looked down at it, lust making my cock grow. I focused on the sounds coming from the shower and after being sure that he was actually in it, I quickly picked up the jock. It was wet with sweat and I tentatively gave it a sniff. It didn't stink at all but it had the unmistakable odor of a man's junk. I shoved it over my mouth and nose and inhaled deeply. "Damn!" I thought "this dude has me fucked up."
I threw caution to the wind as I quickly unbuttoned my shorts, kicked them to the ground, and threw my shirt on the bed. I pulled the sweaty jockstrap over my legs, and as soon as it covered my crotch, began to jerk like a maniac through the fabric. It didn't take long before I was about to cum and just at the last minute, I pulled the head of my cock out over the strap and shot my load all over my stomach. Just as I did, I heard the shower shut off and panicked as I shucked the jockstrap and placed it back on top of his shorts. I grabbed a dirty t-shirt out of my locker and wiped most of the cum off my stomach before I pulled my clothes back on, jumped on the bed, and tried to act casual. Miller came out of the shower, naked of course, still drying off. He looked down at the pile of his clothes and then over at me on the bed. He wrinkled his nose a little before saying "it smells funky in here."
I shrugged but could feel my face grow red knowing that he suspected something. "Probably your gym clothes" I offered. He just looked back at the clothes before picking them up and throwing them in his laundry bag.
He actually got dressed after his shower and for some reason offered more information about his business than he usually did. He was going to hang out at his friend's house off base and would probably spend the night since they were having a few people over for poker and he planned on drinking. I thought it was strange that he would bother telling me but considered that maybe he was coming around to actually acting a little more human. I just said "Cool, have fun."
I was really relieved to have a Saturday night to myself. There wasn't a decent gay bar in this small, military town and I had found that I was usually better off either just staying in on the weekends watching porn or, rarely, finding a guy on Grindr or Scruff for some real contact. It was still early though so I just sank down in my rack and took a post-spooge nap. I woke up about an hour later as the sun was just starting to set. I felt completely relaxed for the first time in a long time. I decided that I was going to take advantage of having the place to myself, ordered takeout, and settled in for the night.
After eating, drinking a few beers, and watching a movie on tv, I was starting to feel horny again. Constantly being hard around Miller had ramped up my hormones and I intended to work some of them out tonight. It was my turn to be in the room naked and, after stripping off my clothes, I grabbed my laptop and plopped down on the bed. I went to my favorite porn site and after finding a movie that looked interesting, I reached into my bedside table and fished out a small jar of lube and a metal cockring that I'd discreetly hid in a small, lockable box. I wanted to have a marathon bate session, so I lubed up and slid the ring over my balls and quickly hardening cock. The movie got me worked up fast but I edged for almost the entire hour it was playing. I got really close several times and my dick, trapped in the cockring, felt like it was about to burst open it was so hard. Finally, during the last scene, all of the guys who'd made appearances in couples or trios during the movie came together for a massive orgy. As they all began shooting their loads, I pounded my cock and shot cum in several thick spurts all over my chest and face. I collapsed back into the pillow as the scene ended and drifted off to sleep.
I woke up suddenly with something hitting me in the face. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Miller kneeling on the edge of my bed, he had no clothes on as usual and he was whacking me on the cheek with his huge dick. I pulled back and squinted up into his face and said "what the fuck Miller?!" He quickly placed his other hand on the back of my hand and said "not so fast Cock-ran" emphasizing the first syllable of my name as he pulled my head back toward his fat piece. I pushed at his legs but he didn't budge and he continued to pull my head toward him.
"I know you want this dick, Cock-ran. I see you drooling over it every day." He was slurring his words, obviously more than a little drunk. "I was pretty sure you were a queer but now I see your fucking fag movie." He looked down at my laptop. The screen still showed the gay porn website with the movie still queued up. He must have woken it up to see what I was watching.
"So be a good fag and suck my big fuckin' dick" he pulled my head closer again. I was fully awake now and quickly assessed the situation. I'd had enough of his bullshit and came up with a plan. I allowed my head to be pulled nearer to him and opened my mouth. He moaned loudly as I sucked and worked my tongue around the head under the foreskin. He pulled me in closer, trying to push more meat into my mouth. I opened wider and a couple more inches slid in. I sucked harder earning a "fuck yeah" from him.
After a few minutes I pulled off and said, "I can get more in if you stand up and I sit on the edge of the bed." He clumsily stood and I swung my legs over the side. He shuffled back toward me and I took his fat cock in my hand, taking a minute to appreciate the sheer size of it. I opened my mouth wide and started sucking again, using my tongue and lips to maximum advantage. I'd not had many cocks this big, so I was having some trouble getting it past the back of my throat, and I gagged a few times. I forced myself to relax and eventually had about six or seven inches inside. I reached up and cupped Miller's balls, getting a good feel for the heft of them. They felt like big plums rolling around in his hanging sack. I gently tugged and at the same time opened my throat completely and he sank into my throat down to the pubes. He moaned "oh fuck, oh fuck" and pushed his pelvis into me further. "You're a great cocksucker, faggot" he mumbled. "I've never had a fag blow me before."
I wrapped my left arm around his right leg from the back and cupped his balls firmly in my hand. I let his cock slide out of my throat and reached up to grab it with my right hand. Just as he was about to push back into my throat, I cupped his sack with both hands, pulled straight down and squeezed together as hard as I could! Miller let out a noise that was something between a muted howl and a groan and began to collapse. I took advantage of his drunken condition and used my arms and legs to make sure he landed on his stomach. I never released my grip on his ball sack and gave it another hard squeeze when he was flat on the floor. He gasped for breath as he lay there and I quickly sat on the backs of his thighs, pinning him down. He made a feeble attempt to push himself up but as soon as he did, I squeezed hard again soliciting another loud groan.
"Stay on the goddamn floor asshole or I'm going to rip your fucking nuts off." He groaned again but didn't try to get up.
"Put your hands behind your back!" I commanded.
"Fuck that!" he said and tried to push up again. I squeezed hard with both hands and he let out a feeble "uhhhh!" and collapsed back to the floor.
"Hands behind your back Miller!" I told him again and he slowly placed one and then the other at the small of his back. I let his sack go with one hand and quickly grabbed the power cord from my laptop, yanking it from the socket. I positioned my left knee directly over his balls and put just enough pressure to keep them in place before letting go with my other hand. I quickly wrapped the power cord around both of his wrists and tied them securely. When I was sure that he couldn't pull out I sat back down on his thighs. I looked around the room and there, over the back of one of the chairs, was his jump rope. I could just reach it without getting off his legs. I quickly spun around so that I was sitting on his ass facing his feet. I tied one end of the rope securely around his left ankle, let out about a foot of rope, and circled his right ankle. I tied the other end of the rope tightly around the leg of the bed.
Feeling that he was sufficiently hog tied, I stood up over him and caught my breath. My heart was pounding from the adrenaline rush. Miller just laid on the floor with the right side of his face on the floor and his eyes closed. He breathed in ragged gasps. I knew the horrible feeling that was spreading from his balls through his stomach and almost felt guilty for inflicting it...almost.
"So Miller" I started. "You thought you'd get drunk, come in here and force me to get you off, huh?" I stopped talking and placed one foot between his shoulder blades pushing him down. "Is that what you had in mind?" He didn't answer but quietly groaned again.
I sat down on the bed and put both feet on his back. "You know what's really stupid about this situation, Miller?" I shoved him a little with my feet when he didn't answer.
"The really stupid thing is that if you weren't such an asshole, we could have been having a lot of fun together." I let that sink in for a minute before continuing. "I actually would really enjoy sucking your cock if you'd just been man enough to admit that you want me to."
He said nothing but opened his eyes and looked over at me. I couldn't tell if it was rage or lust coming from him.
"You've been nothing but a jerk to me since day one. You barely acknowledged my existence unless you needed something. And then what? You decided that you're the big, macho muscle guy and I'm the fag so you can come in here and get off without feeling like you're gay as fuck too?" I was getting more pissed as I talked so, using the top rack for balance, stood with both feet in the center of his back. He let out a groan again as the pressure pushed the air from his lungs.
"Well that just fucked up and unacceptable asshole." I paused for a few minutes thinking before continuing. "So, what are we going to do about it Miller? I'd like to blow you, maybe more if it was a mutual thing. But I'm not going to let you continue treating me like shit." I stepped off his back and placed one foot on either side of his legs.
"And now I've got you in a pretty defenseless position. I could just about do anything to you I wanted, and you'd have a really hard time stopping me, huh?" He glared at me now and said, "If you don't let me up right this fucking second, I'm going to start screaming."
I quickly walked toward his open locker. I grabbed the jockstrap from his laundry back and held it up to him. "You raise your voice, and this is getting shoved in your mouth." He didn't say anything.
"That's what I thought" I said as I walked back over and sat on the back of his thighs again. My dick rested right on his ass crack which made it start to grow in the cock ring. I reached up and started to caress his back. "I'm guessing the pain of getting racked is starting to go away since you're getting talkative." I gently used both hands to massage his shoulders now. "I'm going to help it pass altogether though and then we'll see what's next." I grabbed a bottle of hand lotion from my table. I squirted some lotion in my hands and warmed it up by rubbing my hands together before gently rubbing it into his back and shoulders.
"You see Miller, I actually enjoy making other men feel good." I started working his muscles in earnest now and he moaned softly.
"I really don't understand guys who think they have to dominate or pretend that they aren't into it though. Men know how to make each other feel good and you know the old saying 'if it feels good, do it.'" I could feel the tension in his back start to loosen so I stopped talking. I massaged his upper arms and then went back to his back and shoulders. I felt him finally give in and completely relax into the floor. I had an idea about where to go next with him, so I stood up and grabbed my pillow off the bed. I placed it over his tied hands to keep him from getting grabby.
"I am a little worried about your poor boys though Miller. I think I should check them out to make sure I didn't hurt them too bad." I didn't trust him enough to leave him lying there alone for long, so I keeled down with my knees on either side of his head and the laid down with my crotch resting on his upper back, pinning him down and putting my face just above his ass. I gently reached between his legs and fished out his balls. He groaned again but spread his legs as far as the rope would allow so his balls could be handled without tugging too hard. I took a good look and made sure that they weren't too beat up.
"They look fine to me - I'm glad I didn't do any damage" I said as I fondled them. "They might feel better with a little more TLC though." As I stopped talking, I lowered my head and gently sucked one of his balls into my mouth. This put my chin directly over his asshole and I gently put pressure on it. He moaned again but didn't object. I held his nut in my mouth just letting the heat sink in for several seconds and then started swiping it with my tongue and gently sucking. This earned a genuine moan. I worked that ball over for a while and then let it slip from my mouth. I found the other one and gave it the same treatment. Miller was really squirming now. I released his nut and raised up enough to slip my hand between his legs and to find his dick. It was hard again. I told him to raise his hips a little and he did without a fuss. I pulled his cock down between his legs so that it was pointing toward his feet. I slowly jerked it as I licked his sack. He moaned and squirmed under me. I let my tongue wander from his balls down the length of his shaft and gently sucked his cock head between my lips. He was leaking pre-cum and I sucked it up. I kept this up for several minutes until I noticed that his sack was tightening. I let his dick slip out of my mouth and it hit the floor with a loud plop. He moaned loudly and hissed between his teeth "Don't stop! I'm about to cum!" I just chuckled and said, "no you're not".
I lay there on top of him and gently blew onto his cock and balls. He squirmed as much as he could but wasn't able to get himself off with me on top of him. I took advantage of the break to look over his ass. His buttocks were two, hard, fuzzy half-moons. Just looking at them made my mouth water. I bent my head down and kissed one cheek and then the other. I gently bit the skin near his crack and sucked it into my mouth. He wiggled at the new sensation. I brought both hands up and gently started spreading his cheeks. He clamped his cheeks shut and said, "Fuck no, Cochran!" sounding desperate. "I've never done any butt stuff! Please don't mess with it!" He was almost pleading but it didn't sway me.
"No?" I questioned as I pulled his cheeks apart. "I think you're going to like it once you feel my tongue up your ass."
"No man! Seriously!" He was starting to panic. "That totally freaks me out."
I chuckled and replied, "If just the thought of getting rimmed freaks you out, actually having it done is going to blow your mind." I pulled hard at his cheeks and pried them apart. His tight pucker came into view and I blew hard onto it. He shivered but I felt his cheeks relax a minuscule amount. I lowered my head and my tongue touched his hole. He let out a loud gasp. I worked my tongue over his hole, back and forth and around the perimeter. He groaned and wiggled more. I poked and prodded with my tongue and just when it seemed like he was getting used to this sensation, I took it to the next level and completely covered his hole with my mouth and sucked. He involuntarily bucked his ass up toward my mouth as a low "oooohhhh" escaped from his mouth. I knew I had something.
I continued sucking his hole and swirled my tongue around, getting it nice and wet. He was bucking hard now, almost dislodging my face, but I pressed in harder. His cheeks were no longer clenched so I reached between his legs and grabbed his cock, which was now covered in pre-cum. I jacked it again in long, slow strokes as I continued eating his ass. His ass was almost bouncing as he kept trying to push it onto my mouth harder while he humped my hand. Once again, as soon as I detected his ball sack starting to tighten, I dropped his cock and brought my mouth away from his ass.
"Fuck Cochran!" he yelled. "Are you trying to give me the world's worst case of blue balls?!? You gotta let me cum!"
"All in good time" I said and slapped his right butt cheek. He flinched and I traced the red outline of my hand gently with my finger.
I repeated this series of events two or three more times. I jacked his cock while I ate his ass and worked my tongue deeper into him. Each time I'd stop just as I felt that he was on the verge of shooting his load. By the third time he was whimpering loudly, as he pushed his ass up in the air.
"You know" I said slowly. "I don't think that letting you get off is enough of a payback for the way you've been treating me." A wicked thought came into my mind. "I think the only way I'd feel good about you shooting your load right now... is if I shoot my load in you." I laid still on top of him gauging his reaction. He was completely motionless except for the rising and falling of his chest.
"Wha...what do you mean, 'in me?'" he asked tentatively.
"You know exactly what I mean Miller" I said as I blew more air over his now swollen hole. "I want to put my dick in your hot ass and fuck it until I shoot my load in you." I paused for effect. "And I want you to ask me to fuck you so you can shoot that big load of yours that's making your fat balls ache."
"Fuck no, I can't Cochran. I can't take a dick up my ass." He was pleading again. "I just can't."
"Come on Miller. Don't be like that." I reached up to his dick head and scooped a dollop of precum onto my index finger and then gently spread it around his hole. He moaned again and pushed his ass up in the air.
"See you're practically begging for it with your body language already. I promise I'll make it feel good." I stopped talking and let my fingers gently tickle his balls and then trace their way up his cock. He just moaned. I moved my index finger back to his saliva-covered hole and gently pushed. He whimpered again but didn't resist. With just the tip of my finger in him I moved it in slow, gentle circles until I felt his opening relax. I pushed a little further in and he clamped down on my finger. I held it there for a few seconds and then started rotating it again. I kept this up until I had my entire index finger in him, and he wasn't resisting. I slowly started working it in and out and he softly said, "oh my god."
I started finger fucking him faster now and he started panting. My finger found his prostate and his whole body went taut as he yelled out "Goddamn!" I withdrew my finger quickly not wanting to make him cum by banging his g-spot. He groaned in frustration.
"So, you do like that, huh?" I said as I tickled his fuzzy ass cheek. "And that was just a finger. Imagine what my cock would feel like filling your hole."
He didn't say anything for a few seconds but then quickly said "Just do it."
"Do what Miller?" I asked, tickling his hole with my finger again.
"Fuck me Cochran! Put your fucking cock in my ass cause I have to get off!"
"I thought you'd never ask" I said sarcastically as I pushed myself up. I reached for the lube on my bed and as I positioned myself, I squeezed almost the remainder of the tube into my hand and spread it over my swollen cock. I had promised that I'd make it feel good after all and I didn't want to make his first fuck a painful one. I kneeled down between his legs, making sure not to rest on his dick, which was still pointing down. I slowly lowered my crotch toward his ass until my cock head was resting at his hole. I laid my chest down on his back and whispered into his ear "relax, you're going to love it" and pushed into him. He inhaled sharply as my dick head popped inside his wet hole. As much as I wanted to, I didn't push any more in, allowing him to get used to the sensation.
The right side of my face was pressed against the left side of his and I took his earlobe into my mouth and gently sucked, trying to distract him. He moaned again and slowly started pushing his ass up toward me, taking more of my cock into him. It was my turn to groan now as more of my dick slowly slid into his hot hole.
Suddenly I felt his cheeks pressed against my pubes - I was all the way in him. He turned his head as best he could and pressed his lips to mine. I was surprised but met his mouth with mine as I ground my groin into him, pushing every bit I could inside him.
I stayed in that position for a few seconds as our kissing grew more intense with him sucking hard on my tongue and pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss.
Finally, I broke the kiss off and lined myself up over his body. I slowly drew my cock out of him, his virgin hole pulling and grabbing at my cock. When I was all the way out except the head, I pushed all the way back into him, not too quickly but in one continuous movement. He grunted as my cock rubbed his prostate and then bottomed out.
I began to seriously fuck now, pulling almost out before plunging quickly back in and then alternating with shorter in-and-out strokes. We were both starting to sweat, and our bodies slipped against each other as I fucked him. I quickly started to feel my own orgasm to build but I wasn't ready yet, so I fucked all the way in again, then laid on his back and stopped moving.
"Cochran...dude...untie me" Miller said softly.
I didn't say anything but thought to myself that I was going to have to untie him at some point. Did I think he was into getting fucked enough that he'd let me keep going when he wasn't tied up? Was he desperate enough to get off that I could trust him?
"I don't know, man. I'm kinda liking this situation as it is." I humped my hips hard into him soliciting another moan.
"I just want to see you; I want to touch you; I want to wrap my legs around you while you pound my ass."
I was completely taken aback. I never expected to hear him say anything of the sort. I slowly started withdrawing my cock from his ass. It felt amazing and I was reluctant remove it entirely. But he seemed genuine and I had to admit that I'd much rather fuck someone who was able to actively participate.
"Are you sure Miller? You're not going to kill me as soon as you're loose?"
He aggressively said, "I might kill you if you don't keep fucking me and get me off soon!" He paused for a second before adding "I'd be crazy to hurt the person who's got me more fucking horned up than I've ever been before." When I didn't say anything, he said softly "Untie me James; let's do this right."
I was really shook now - I had no idea that he even knew my first name. I withdrew from him and reached down to untie the jump rope first. He laid still waiting for me to get to his hands. I slowly unwound the laptop cord from his wrists and felt a pang of guilt when I saw how it left marks in his skin. When he was finally free, he just raised his hands to his sides and pushed himself over onto his back. He laid there on the floor, a sweaty, muscular hunk with his huge cock throbbing between his legs. He stared into my eyes and slowly pulled his feet up, bending his knees as he reached his hands up to me.
"Get that cock back in me."
I grabbed his outstretched hands as I lowered myself back down between his legs. True to his word, he started rubbing his hands over my hard pecs, squeezing my nipples and then grabbing me behind my neck to pull me into deep kiss. Our mouths pulled at each other and he sucked me into him, probing the back of my throat with his hard tongue. He raised his legs and wrapped them tightly around my waist, exposing his hole to me. I lined my dick up at his opening and slowly pushed my way back in. We both were moaning and groaning into each other as I entered him completely. I held it there for a second, but he started bucking his hips, fucking himself on my dick. We quickly got into a rhythm - his bucking ass meeting my plunging cock - and it was fantastic.
It didn't take either of us long until our groaning into each other's mouths grew louder and more urgent. With one last stoke I broke my kiss and stared into his eyes as I slammed deep into him and began shooting my load into his ass. At the same time, he grabbed his rock-hard swollen cock and gave it several quick strokes and, with a loud yell, exploded cum all over our bodies. My body shook with each stream of cum that unloaded into him and he continued shooting until we both were soaked. I'd never seen anyone cum that much.
Finally, I collapsed on top of him. We laid like that for several minutes until I felt his huge arms slowly wrap me in a hug. With one hand he stroked the back of my head and upper back. I was in heaven. He eventually spoke.
"I had no idea it could be like that." I smiled to myself and answered, "I didn't either honestly - in my experience that's not the norm."
We both chuckled a little as he continued to caress my back. "I'm sorry I've been such a ass to you James" he said, shocking me again.
"Don't worry..." I started but he cut me off.
"The thing is... that I was so fucking turned on when I first laid eyes on you. That first day when I walked out of the head and saw you standing there, fit as fuck with that beautiful fucking face of yours... I'd never felt that way about another guy before and it scared me."
I was speechless. I never in a thousand years expected this. This was the most that he'd spoken to me in his whole time as my roommate.
"I thought that if I was a dick to you it meant that I couldn't be attracted to you."
I just laid there for a few minutes before a thought crossed my mind. "Well why the fuck were you always naked in the room? You had to know that you were making me crazy!"
He nervously laughed before answering "Yeah I know it doesn't make much sense. I really am comfortable without clothes but part of it was me wanting to know if I turned you on too. I suspected you were gay because you never went out and never talked about women. My friggin' ego was being stroked knowing that you were watching me and that I was making you horny."
"Well you can be assured of that!" I said with a laugh. "I don't think I've whacked off this much since I was a teenager."
We both laughed and he continued "I know it's fucked up - man I'm fucked up. I don't think that guys can spend as much time as I do trying to look good if they aren't at least partially interested in how other guys look too. But I've never been able to admit it to myself - I've never even been able to think about it really."
I turned my head up to meet his eyes before he finished with "But you broke me."
I moved up to kiss him again, gently this time. We embraced and kissed enjoying the afterglow. Finally, I said, "Let's get in the bed" and we both climbed into the lower rack, him with his back against the wall and me with my arms and legs wrapped around him. We just laid there alternatively kissing and staring at each other. We didn't say a whole lot more. After a while, I untangled myself and turned my back to him and he pulled me in close to his chest. I felt his cock slowly growing against my back and smiled. He quietly said, "I can't wait to see what your ass feels like."
I pushed back into him, squeezing his massive piece between our bodies and answered, "Neither can I - but let's save that for the morning."