My fiancé and I were talking the other night about our past, our first times with guys, and all that kind of stuff. After we'd meandered into "hot fucks in school" I recounted my first meeting with my sophomore roommate, who to this days gives me a woody whenever I think of him and the way we met. So I thought I'd write it here and share it.
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I'd left the dorm room door unlatched when I'd brought in my last load of stuff, so when my roommate first hit the room he sort of fell in the door not expecting it to give against his weight. I looked up, startled, when his "Whhhhhhhhoooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" accompanied his stumbling, almost falling with two big boxes in his arms and two large kit bags hanging off of his very wide shoulders.
"Here, let me help you," I said, jumping off my bed and half-catching him as he reeled into the room. Mmmmmmmmm, nice solid ripped core on him, which I felt as I steadied him with one hand on his a
"Thanks, dude," he said, slowing and catching his balance. When he let the boxes down onto the other bed I was mesmerized by his biceps and triceps rippling – WOOF! – and then his gladiator shoulder caps as he shrugged off the duffel bags and let them thud to the floor. "I'm Johnny Jackson," he said, putting out his big hand toward me. "My friends mostly call me JJ."
I grasped that paw and instantly wished the grip strength was on my asscheeks as he pulled me open to ball my brains out. "I, uh, well I know because I checked your Facebook out once I saw who'd been assigned to the same room with me. I'm Mads – Mads van Duessen," I added, noticing self-consciously that I was still grasping his big warm strong hand.
He was grinning and broke into a laugh. "Yeah, dude, I checked you out too. LOVE your accent, bud. You're from Holland, right?"
"I am," I confirmed. "From the Netherlands but here now a year. I took my freshman year here already."
"Ah, kewl," he said, and he looked down at our hands still clasped together.
I quickly loosed my grip . . . but surprisingly he didn't. Instead he just grinned across at me.
"You're strong. And we're about the same size. I like that," he said, still grinning, still grasping my hand.
"I, uh –" I broke off for lack of anything to say. I was uncomfortable, but I wasn't stupid – I grasped his hand back again, enjoying it even more again than him holding my hand there himself.
"So is it true about you European guys?" he asked suddenly, with the grin now a smirk.
"What about us?" I asked, thinking he probably was going to ask if it was true we never showered. Seemed that's what all the ignorant guys I'd met since getting to university in Chicago had asked, at least the ones who didn't make lewd – and incredibly stupid – comments about having my finger in dykes! I was hoping John wasn't that kind of idiot – he was too hot, and I didn't want any points off him.
"That you have dicks as big as black guys and aren't circumcised," he answered. To that, both to the comment and to the unexpected turn, I couldn't suppress a guffaw. His grin was back, replacing the smirk, and he took my laugh well. "Either I hit it on the head – pun INTENDED," and he winked at me – "Or I am the dick and you're laughing AT me."
I looked down at his big hand, still joined with mine, then narrowed my eyes to an evil grin. "Is it true that you can tell how big an American's dick is by the size of his hands?"
He laughed loud and long at that. "Touché, my bud – touché with that!" he chuckled. "Guess we'll both have to just show each other and get both questions answered then, won't we?"
I guess I looked startled at the suggestion. I know I was startled when he let go of his grip on my hand and pulled it out of my grip . . . and started unbuttoning his shorts. "Dude, it's not weird or anything. We're going to spend the next nine months in here and we'll see each other's junk soon enough," he said, right as he pushed his shorts over his well-formed ass-mounds, and they fell to the floor.
He looked down and held his hands out. "Et voila, my bud. I'll let you decide if my hands match my equipment on scale."
FUCK he was HUNG! Long, fat and with a head that looked more like a plum or a tennis ball than a cockhead. Beautifully veiny even soft, jutting from a thick patch of blond pubes and hanging out and over a huge set of low-hanging balls that I wanted to reach out and grab and try to stuff both those fuckers in my mouth right fucking then!
"You either like what you see or I'm totally freaking you out, dude," John said. And then he looked down at my crotch and slowly back up to me, a big grin spreading. "I think the former!" he proclaimed as if claiming victory.
I was half hard, and it showed in my board shorts I'd been lounging in when he got there. "I, uh, well, I—"
"Dude," he laughed, taking a step in toward me. "You're going to have to give me some time to figure out if your English isn't that good or if I'm throwing you off so much you can't talk," he said, and by then his hands were on my board shorts, pulling at the laces at the waist. "In the meantime, your turn," he said, having got the laces undone and shoving my shorts down, careful to not get them hung up on my boner.
I stood there too stunned to say anything, much less to move. As he got my shorts down my boner, now closer to fully hard, sprung out and up and presented it to him in all its glory.
"FUCKN A, dude!" John exclaimed. "You're bigger than I am for sure. And that fucking foreskin – GOD I wish my parents hadn't mutilated me!"
He was looking down with an awed and appreciative expression on his face. And his cock was showing its appreciation, too. I still didn't know if he was just a dumb straight jock who was as comfortable being naked with guys as I was but more of a smartass than I or if he was more open-minded than that or even bi or gay. Judging solely from his now big bone and the big drop of clear ooze at its beautiful tip I was betting at least open-minded but you just didn't know if that would mean he played or just didn't hate.
" . . . and I always wanted to," he was saying, and I realized I'd got lost in my appreciation for his cock and hadn't heard what he'd said. "Can I?" he was asking.
"You, uh, well, uh, yeah, you probably can," I said, thinking whatever it was, he definitely could!
John's eyes went from awe to mirth again, and he chucked. "Well, I'm guessing you'll let me know when `probably' is permission I hope."
I met his gaze with an intensity that matched my cock's throbbing. "Anything. Yes. Sure."
And still holding my gaze, I felt his big hand grip my hard, throbbing cock. "OH FUCK!" I hissed and felt my cock twitch in appreciation of his grip.
He started tentatively pumping my shaft, rubbing it back and forth with my skin rolling. "FUCK that's fucking hot!" he exclaimed. My cock and nuts were shouting the same inside me! "You really can just slide it all the way back and out again and totally rub your head in that sheath of skin. That's fucking HOT!" he repeated himself.
And meanwhile my cock was shouting its own reaction into my brain. GET HIM FUCKING WORKED UP AND GET HIM TO FUCK US . . . NOW!
John didn't show any sign of stopping, and I certainly didn't want him to. But I also still really didn't know if this was a straight guy I needed to let be totally in control so I didn't spook him with anything too gay or what.
"FUCK, dude, your cock is like a fucking log!" he exclaimed, full of appreciation, now with his gaze constant on my cock as he stroked it.
His own cock, prominently curved upward as opposed to my straight one, was no less hard and only marginally smaller than mine. And his precum was running down the underside of his shaft now, which made me let out a moan I'd not felt coming.
John grinned in response to my moan. "Like that, dude?"
I licked my lips reflexively. "I like that, yeah," I answered, and then threw my gaze obviously to his drooling hardon. "And I like THAT . . . mmmmmmmm!" I said.
Then, without breaking his stroke on mine, he did something that almost made me lose control and blow my wad all over him, us standing face-to-face like that. He put his chin down and drooled an obscene amount of spit on his cock with perfect aim so it splatted on his huge head and rolled off it and down his shaft. "Go ahead, dude – you can feel it if you want, just keep it lubed up if you stroke me. I don't have this built-in stroke-facilitator of skin like you do!" he smirked.
Well, shit – he didn't have to tell me twice. I reached out and took hold of it with my shaking left hand, feeling his throbbing hardness in my hand, his heat and hearing him let out a long "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," when I did. I rubbed his spit around and added his precum, filling my palm with more as I rubbed over his head a few times as I worked his entire length and his head to slickness. "Dude! That's fucking awesome!" he moaned, and his grip on me became tighter and the strokes a bit faster.
I took a half-step in closer, and his eyes jerked up to mine, looking a bit scared. No, jockboy, I'm not going to try and kiss you and convert you! I thought. I reached down with my right hand and cupped his big low-hangers. "OH FUCK!" he moaned as I rubbed them, feeling how incredibly smooth they were – natural, no stubble or anything from shaving.
"That too, if you want," I said in a low, husky voice.
John's eyes popped open. "Dude, I've never . . . well I mean I've DONE stuff but I've never done THAT." At that point he took a strong grip on my cock all of a sudden and squeezed. "And no fucking way I could take THIS!" he stated definitively, adding a tighter squeeze to ensure I knew he was talking about the size of my cock.
I gave him my filthiest grin. "But I COULD take THIS," I told him, squeezing his like he'd squeezed mine, and then running my hand tight over his head, eliciting a loud gasp.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned, his eyes closed. And then he opened them again suddenly, as if his brain had reengaged. "Dude, are you saying you want me to fuck your ass?"
His look was unbelieving. "What I'm saying, John, my studly roomie, is that if YOU wanted TO fuck my pretty fucking awesome ass, I'd fucking LOVE IT!"
He was definitely into it. His eyes almost rolled back in his head when I'd said it, and his cock gave forth enough pre that if I wasn't an expert at cocks I'd think he'd just cum! "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, man," he growled.
I grinned more playfully. "Yup, that's exactly what we're talking about, John – FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!"
"DUDE! Even girls with their big pussies have trouble with my cock. I've never fooled around with a guy who could take it."
"Until now," I said simply.
"Seriously, dude? I mean not just the size, but the curve. The ones I fooled around with who were into that said no way they'd be able to take it without me tearing their insides up."
I was emboldened to hear he'd wanted to before and threw caution to the wind. "John, trust me when I tell you that not only CAN I take your cock, I WANT to take your cock. And I can teach you how to use that curve to make any bottom you fuck go absofuckinglutely out of his fucking mind when you fuck him."
"Wow," was all he said, and his stroke on my cock had slowed to a tiny movement like barely a massage of it with his hand in place. I clearly commanded his attention. And his cock was throbbing, twitching and loosing so much pre that it was running down his balls into my hand on them.
I wanted this – to not let this moment slip away. I took a firmer grip on his big full sac and pulled enough to let him know how it felt to have a man want his nutload. "Feels like these could use an unloading – you're running full, if I'm not mistaken," I said with a grin. And then I went to my best seductive smoldering look. "And I'm NEVER wrong about a man's balls needing draining!" I growled.
And with that, he suddenly shivered and blasted about a quart of his seed all the fuck over me! "HOLY FUCK!" he yelled . . . before that morphed into a series of "OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" sort of exclamations and then "OH MY FUCKING GOD I'm SO sorry!"
He looked devastated when his body returned his consciousness. "Seriously, dude, I'm so fucking sorry I blew like that. It was just, well, the thought of what we were talking about and the feel of your hands on me, and I was just fucking out of fucking control!"
"John!" I said sternly, and he snapped out of it and looked at me. "NEVER tell a man who's got his hands on your nuts or otherwise is naked with you that you're sorry he made you cum!"
"But I—"
"DUDE!" I almost shouted, "LISTEN to me!" He was – starting at me, still holding my cock. "That was fucking HOT, dude! And judging from the feel of you," and I had a good grip on his cum-slimed cock, and it was still rock-hard and throbbing, "You're not going to have ANY problem fucking me!"
His eyes went wide. "You seriously don't mind I went all premature like that?" he asked. I rubbed his cock and gave his balls a firm yank, eliciting a "WHOA!" from him.
A bolt of heat went through me at his reaction. He didn't yelp or cry out from an unexpected tug on his nuts – he reacted, but with a charged growl that told me this guy had plenty of potential . . . besides potency! "Yeah, exactly. These boys," and when I squeezed his nuts that time he just hissed and rolled his eyes back, "Definitely have more to give, at least one more load, before we've got you running light again, like a stud like you should be."
"FUCK!" he exclaimed, and his cock was precumming again.
"Have you ever tasted spunk? Yours or another guy's?" I asked with a wicked grin.
"I, uh, well—"
"John it's just you and me here – no judgment, it's like talking to your priest when two guys have their hands on each other's raging bones. Have you ever tasted spunk?"
He blushed . . . which was hot through his surfer-glow tanned skin. "Yeah, I've eaten mine and one other guy's. Not as bad as I'd expected," he added.
"Well right now you're going to eat yours . . . off my stomach and arm—"
"WHAT?" he cried. Maybe I'd pushed him too far.
"Well, ya see, to get THIS," and I gripped his still-rock-hard cock tight, "Into my tight hole, we're going to need plenty of lube. And the two best lubes we've got right here are what's blasted out of your cock and spit." He was definitely not pulling away, and his look was transfixed. I went for broke. "So you're going to lick your spunk off me and then you're going to throw me down, spit it and some of your spit into my hot, twitching hole, then you're going to line up that massive monster of yours and I'm going to have a major fuck. That's WHAT," I finished.
"Holy fuck, dude!" he exclaimed. "I might need a minute to pray here." That threw me! Fortunately he explained quickly. "Because I want to make every certainty that no way I wake up before we've done all that and anything more you can think of! This is my fucking dream, dude!" His eyes – like a kid on Christmas – said he meant it.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked, my voice low.
I took my hand off his dripping cock and held my arms out in welcome for him. John only hesitated a moment, but it seemed like forever before he tentatively leaned over and then, deciding to do the job right, got to his knees and took my lats in his hands and leaned in and sort of carefully bobbed his head to the side of my jutting boner and then gave a long swipe of his tongue over my upper abs. I shivered and moaned, and he made a smacking sound with his lips and went back for more. Again and again he lapped and licked over my ripped abs, cut groin and seemed to be enjoying himself. Clearly sounding like he had a mouthful, he said, "I really want to suck your cock."
Well, who the fuck was I to not let him do what he wanted to me?! "Don't swallow that jizz!" I ordered, pulling away from him quickly and turning around and bending over so my as was in his face. I reached back quickly and pulled my buttcheeks apart. "Spit it in there and work it in with your fingers so I'm ready after you get done on the front side!" I ordered.
That time it seemed like much longer – but probably wasn't – before finally I felt his breath on my crack and he spit a glob of his cum and spit at my hole. Good shot, too. "FUCK YES!" I encouraged. And then I felt his finger tentatively rubbing very gently over my slimy hole. "I'm no virgin, John – you don't have to treat my hole like that. Get it in there GOOD and DEEP, man!"
I heard a growl of excitement and then felt his finger enter me – a bit too energetically but I could handle it! – and then he was finger fucking me and then two fingers and rubbing me until I was well slicked. "OH FUCK that's hot!" he said as he kept fingering me and I involuntarily was clenching on his fingers and pushing back onto him. "God I'd love to taste that!" he said, breathing hard.
"Then fucking EAT MY HOLE!" I said, pulling my cheeks apart harder and shoving back farther toward him.
John's fingers ripped out of me – I MIGHT have to teach him more technique, if this became a repeat situation! – and his face was IN my crack and his tongue tentatively was exploring around my hole. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he was moaning as his tongue work got more frenzied.
I was rubbing my ass on his face and pushing back into his tongue and finally caught it just right and the tip of his tongue was inside me. I immediately clenched on it, and I was rewarded with a very impaired but still distinct "FUCK YEAH!" I let go of my buttcheeks and reached back and clamped my hands on his head and held him in a vise grip and pushed my hungry ass hard onto his face, hoping I wasn't pushing him beyond his exploratory excitement comfort level.
Fortunately John apparently was in for a penny so in for a pound, as the saying goes, and he attacked my hole with his tongue like a starving man. "OH FUCK YES, John, fucking EAT ME!" I cried. And he certainly DID eat me . . . complete with groans, growls and moans, ripping at my asscheeks with his hands to pull me open more to get in farther.
"Awwwwww FUCK that's fucking HOT!" he exclaimed after suddenly pulling back, panting.
I took the opportunity to throw myself face down sort of across the bed and shoved my ass up invitingly. "You've got me good and wet now, stud – so FUCK ME!" I said, awkwardly looking back over my shoulder.
He was on me like a pouncing leopard on a gazelle. "FUCK YES!" I cried, taking his weight as he got himself situated and shoved his cock against my needy hole. "Yeah, stud, DO IT!" I yelled. And just like that he SHOVED his huge cockhead right into me like he was conquering insurgents. "AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I yelled at the brutal entry.
"OH SHIT fuck did I—"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP and FUCK ME!" I said, stopping that line of thinking right there. To make sure he didn't hesitate, I SHOVED my ass back onto his enormous cock until I had him balls-deep.
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK that's fucking TIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTT!" he exclaimed, and I felt him inside me, hot like a fireplace poker . . . or like about ten of them bound together it felt like from the stretching he was giving my ass!
I pushed back into him, grinding into his groin, and he got the message and started pumping my hole. At first it was partial strokes but between me fucking back and him getting a feel for it, he was long-dicking me HARD within no time at all.
"OH FUCK YEAH, STUD!" I yelled, truly loving the feel and sounds of him, particularly the feel of his big nuts smacking my ass with every stroke and the sound of his groin slapping into my buttcheeks.
We went on that way for a while, until I could tell he was starting the climb to his climax . . . and I was torn about that because what I really wanted was that blasting cock to drench my guts with his juice . . . but I also wanted to show him what that curve on that monster could really do. So I took control of my wanton mancunt and stopped my backthrusts and CLENCHED HARD on his cock suddenly.
"FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he cried. "How the FUCK can you do that?" he panted, slowing by necessity because I had a death grip on his fuckpole – he could almost not move at all.
"Like that ass, stud?" I asked, turning around to smirk back at him.
"FUCK, dude, I'm so fucking close! Oh, wait," he stopped himself, looking like he'd figured it out. "You don't want me to cum inside you – that's why you stopped! I got carried away with that," he said, trying to pull out of me, but not really able to because with him not moving I'd increased my assgrip to my strongest.
"No, that's not it at all. I want that fucking load," I told him, watching his eyes react and feeling his cock twitch inside me. "But as good as you think it is this way, wait until you can REALLY pound my hole when I'm on my back," I told him.
As a grin spread across his face I released his cock from assclench and flopped myself onto my back and got my legs up and wide around him, holding my ankles well back to give him good access.
Johnny's eyes were like lasers on my hole, there, gaping from his thick cock opening me up. "C'mon stud – go in for the dramatic finale!" I growled at him.
He knee-walked up a bit and reached down and rubbed his drooling slimy cockhead against my hole, rubbing his tip around my opening, which was still gaping some. "FUCK that's HOT!" he said, his face glowing with excitement.
I pushed into his cock, but he grinned and teased me some, still rubbing it around and around my hole but not pushing it into me. My own boner was twitching wildly, dripping pre all over my abs, as I writhed with desire. "GIVE IT TO ME!" I ordered.
His head snapped up at me with a look of surprise. "Aren't I supposed to be the one in charge here? After all, you're the one taking it!" he challenged, his eyes flashing. But as serious as he was I could feel his cock dripping a glob right into my open hole and knew he was as wanton as I was for this.
"You think you're man enough to be in charge? Well then TAKE CHARGE, stud!" I challenged right back.
Johnny loudly growled and came in HARD and DEEP, causing me to yelp and yell and also to spasm when that curve caused his huge engorged head to SLAM my prostate on the way in. "OH FUCK YEAH!" I yelled and clenched on him and pushed back farther into him. "FUCK ME, STUD!" I begged.
And he started pounding me and growling as he worked it harder and harder until I thought he might break both out pelvises. But I didn't care, because each thrust NAILED my knob and sent another burst of stars through my brain as it slammed into it and then dragged against it all the rest of the way in and out again.
"FUCK YEAH!" I was yelling. "JUST FUCKING LIKE THAT!" I'm sure I said about a hundred times until I felt myself exploding and lost control as my nuts blasted harder than I could remember. The last thing I felt was my own load splatting up my chin and across my face . . . and heard Johnny almost screaming "OH HOLY FUCK!"
I didn't even get the pleasure of feeling him blasting inside me because I went to that other place where all there is is the explosion and floating on ecstasy. I knew he was pounding me HARD and I could hear his cries and then feel him stop, buried inside me, ground into me like he needed to get to the deepest last part of me. But my own body was flying and surfing the wave of pleasure all at once.
As I came down from the peak of that high, he was still inside me, his head hung limp over me, propped up on his rigid extended arms on either side of me. I brought my legs down off his shoulders and snaked my foot between his left arm and his body and then the same on his other side until I could get my legs around him. I wrapped him in my long, furry legs and then gently pulled him against me until his arms bent and he fell onto me. I wrapped my arms around him and held us both tight together, our sweat and goo between us hot and messy. He wasn't relaxed . . . he wasn't trying to get away, but the wasn't relaxed.
"Relax, stud, just for a minute. It's just us here – you can relax. You're totally safe."
To my surprise, he did. He eased his body noticeably, and he put his head on my shoulder. Our chests were still heaving, and his breath was warm bouncing off the bed under me and warming the back of my shoulder. I slowly let my legs relax, unwrapping them from around his waist but doing my best to move slowly, hoping his long but softer cock wouldn't slip out from inside me.
"God I feel your butt muscles still gripping me even now. That's fucking AMAZING!"
I chuckled a little underneath him. "Yeah, well, your cock inside me feels pretty fucking amazing still, too, stud!" I told him and clapped my hand on his sweaty back bro-style.
"Dude, you think we can do this again?" he asked into my shoulder. "Seeing as we're going to be roommates this year I don't want it to be weird or anything, but . . . " He trailed off, and I didn't fill in the silence, just waited. He finally picked it up. "But that was too good not to want to do again, dude."
"I'll take that as a compliment," I said, tightening my arms around him.
To my surprise he nuzzled against my shoulder. "I've never . . . "
This time I did help him. "It's no big deal, John."
"JJ," he said.
"What if I told you," I started and adjusted my body under his so make sure he felt me from head to toe, "I prefer John to JJ? Actually, I think you're too hot for JJ or for John – you're a Johnny to me!"
Johnny tried to move a little, not bolting, but also getting a little uncomfortable. But I held him, neither tighter nor loosening and making it easy for him to get up. Johnny stopped moving soon enough and was back limp on top of me, and he'd adjusted his face again against my shoulder in a sort of non-committal nuzzle.
"You're safe, Johnny. This is just what it is – just male-on-male release of sexual tension. And this was just our first time, not knowing each other's bodies, just being two horned-up young guys – think of how totally blistering hot it will be when we explore each other some more!"
He was quiet against me. I didn't know if I'd pushed too far. Sometimes those straight guys you had to be so careful not to suggest it would happen again – no pattern, no practice, just something that once and a while happens . . . not gay or anything.
"You've got a point, Mads. Did I get that right – Mads?"
"Oh, right – I had forgotten – I was thinking my name was Dude!" I said with a laugh.
That time he did pull up, but only to turn his head and look at me. I noticed again, but this time getting a great long look, his blue eyes, beautiful and sparkling. "Sorry about that – just a habit. I hope that didn't take anything away or . . . "
He looked away and stopped, even though he was still gazing intently at me. My turn to be a little unnerved. "When you've got your huge horsecock plowing me and jackhammering me to a nuclear ejaculation, Johnny, you can call me whatEVER you want to!"
He grinned at that and blushed, still gazing at me. It was still unnerving me, those entrancing blue eyes. "Well, if you need more hints," I continued, deciding to play to his blush, "Bitch, cumwhore, slut, any of those go straight to my nuts!" I smirked.
His eyes had widened, and his grin broadened, and he still gazed down at me.
"So about that again," he grinned at me, and I felt him getting harder again inside me.
"I thought you'd never think of it!" I mugged, and I clenched him tight inside me, which I knew – and confirmed – would make him growl . . .
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