I grew accustomed to living with Eric, my college roommate. Everyone has qualities that might make them difficult to live with. Eric was seemingly addicted to masturbating and he was always trying to get off. Catching him and knowing his dick was hard made me horny.
Having won a challenge with him the previous day, this night should have been quiet without incident. Addictions however cannot simply be turned off. In the still of the night, my eyes slowly opened. I could see torso humping his pillow and I could hear his deep breaths. He was trying to get off yet again. I let him continue unabated until I thought he was close to cumming.
"Back at it again?" I said.
"Sorry, if I woke you."
"We had an agreement. Remember we competed last night." I waited a few moments before continuing, "You lost." He sighed. I could see him clutching his crotch. He just sat there not knowing what to do. "You can go sleep out on the sofa," I instructed.
"But John's friend is spending the night." I forgot about John's friend that would occasionally spend a night after having a few drinks.
"We had an agreement. You can go hump John's pillow. I don't care."
"I'm sorry. I can't sleep without getting off. I didn't mean to disturb you. I know we had an agreement." He seemed to mumble. "I don't want to leave."
"Then I have an offer," I suggested. "If you wank me, you can stay."
"What?" he asked in disbelief.
"You've done it before." I reminded him.
"But..." he started to protest but didn't know what to say.
"Sleep out there or wank us." I demanded.
He pushed his covers aside and got out of bed. I didn't know for certain which he decided until he exasperated and sat on the edge of my bed. I pulled my covers down and awaited service. One of his hands touched my briefs. It slid across the surface. "You're hard already."
I acknowledged that. "I am ready." I lowered the briefs to my knees. His hand made another pass, feeling the hardness and the surrounding hair.
He mumbled, "Fuck," before taking hold of the firmness that awaited. He started to stroke, as he did he said, "You're huge."
I let out a moan of appreciation and told him to get comfortable. He knelt and told a hold of both our cocks. He stroked us both. Despite the precum, after a while I could tell my dick was getting a little dry. I told him. He didn't get lotion or lube. He simply drooled some of his own spit on my cock and continued to wank. I could tell he drooled some on his own cock, too. As he knelt over my legs, I could feel his balls bouncing on my leg. I reached down and crattled his nuts while he continued to stroke. I came first and heard him complain about the copious amount. It didn't stop him though and soon I felt his balls tighten and taint spasm. With his boxers he wiped us both clean then went to bed.
The following night, just after turning the lights off, he whispered, "Do you need a hand again tonight?"
"If you want," I said.
He strips down on the way to my bed and he pushes my covers aside. He reaches under the elastic band of my briefs. His hand reached my cock. "Try not to cum as much," he offered, then started to stroke me. Like before, I cupped his dangling nuts.
This became a nightly ritual. I wouldn't have to say anything. This straight, sex crazed guy would get me before I slumbered off to sleep. Then one night instead of cupping his nuts, I gave his cock a few strokes. "That feels nice," he commented and moved his crotch slower for easier access. But I just held it without stroking. He, however, was stroking me nicely. "Come on, stroke me," he said almost pleadingly.
"I will if you blow me for a while," I said.
He grumbled with a "No way." I gave him a tight grasp then let go, leaving his dick standing pleading for attention. He gave my own a few more strokes, then rubbed his dick to my hand. I embraced his hardness and I felt his lips touch my dick head. I rubbed his cock as he slowly began to suck my cock. The warmth of his mouth was refreshing. It felt so good. He confided with me that he was becoming intimately familiar with my cock. He knew what I liked and how to do it. He knew when I was close and how best to get me off. So he had little fear of me cumming in his mouth. And when I was near, he went back to stroking. I pulled his dick over so that it was practically touching mine. He understood my desire and brought his cock to mine. In a single grip I held both cocks and rubbed them together. I felt his hardness against mine. His tord]so was breathing hard above me. His forehead came down and rested against my forehead. He was close to cumming. His head dropped farther down and I felt his heavy breaths. His lips grazed my neck. His body got tense and he uttered, "Oh god!" We both released our load on my belly and chest. He stayed in that position breathing hard. "Damn, that was intense," he eventually admitted.
I thought things couldn't get any better. I was wrong.
The next morning the thoughts of last night's session were still on my mind. Like every morning, my cock was alert and hard. I yawned. Eric was awake and complained that he was horny. "Me, too," I replied.
Shielding his dick from view, he walked over to my bed. He sat on the edge and pulled away the covers. In past experience, we were cloaked in darkness; now the room was lit and I could clearly see him. He smiled. He rubbed the stiff bulge that strained against the fabric of my briefs.
I pushed the briefs down and my cock slapped against my belly. Gingerly his finger wrapped around the shaft. He held it carefully at different angles, studying it. He smiled again. "Damn, that's big." Like before, he knelt his hairy legs, straddling mine, and began slowly stroking our cocks. With a wide grin, I smiled and rested my hands behind my head.
He brought our cocks playfully together, pressing the piss slits together. "Our cocks are kissing," he jokingly said. I snickered.
After a few minutes, I looked him seriously in the eye and told him to blow me. He gave a little frown and sighed. I took a hold of his cock and repeated the demand, "Suck my cock." I pulled his cock closer. He swallowed hard, then slowly put his lips around the head. I moaned appreciatively.
I brought my face to his crotch. He got excited, anticipating some reciprocity. "Fuck, yeah," he whispered. My finger went through his bangs, as I guided his mouth on my dick. I kissed his balls, then licked his nut sack. He mumbled moans of satisfaction. I rolled over, so that he was lying on his back. I humped my cock into his warm mouth and carefully took his nuts into my mouth.
I pulled my cock out and descended my fuzzy balls to his lips. His mouth enveloped the sack and his tongue massaged both nuts. We worshiped each other's nuts. Though his mouth was full, he moaned a soulful, "God, yes." I encouraged his legs to spread and fingered his hairy taint. He felt his own dick and resumed stroking. As I pulled my nuts from his mouth, the suction broke, creating a loud "pop". I aimed my dick into his awaiting mouth, thrusting my hips. He gagged but kept sucking. As a reward, I kissed the head of his dick, rolling my tongue across the sensitive skin. His legs got tense and I watched him shoot several wads of cum across his belly. The milky pearls of his essence smelled musky and fresh.
"Nice load," I complimented, as I held his head in place with both hands. I felt the scratchy stubble of his unshaven face and continued to deep throat him. When I came I held my dick fully inserted. I shot several loads and he gagged, swallowing my spunk. He tried to turn but I held his head in place.
When he did eventually roll from my embrace he said that was intense, rubbing the remaining spunk from his lips. "You shot quite a load there," I complimented.
"Your load was huge, too. I nearly drowned," he mocked. We both snickered.
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