Chapter 1 – Chapter 1

Mike and I met on move-in day our freshman year. His room was two doors down from mine, and we decided we could complete the task of moving in more quickly if we teamed up together. Whether or not we finished any sooner was debatable, but we developed a friendship from the get go.

Mike was from southern California and spent most of his free time when he was out there playing beach volleyball. He was tall, toned and tan. His father was an alumni at our university, so it was a given that Mike would travel cross country for college. The poor guy went from a place with warm weather year-round to a place that got the full brunt of all four seasons. He said he didn't mind and was happy to have "chosen" this university, but I could tell he missed California. I couldn't blame him: I spent a week in San Diego and didn't want to leave.

Physically, I was a bit of a polar opposite to Mike. I had rather fair skin, so I would get a sunburn before I would come close to tanning. My main physical activity was skateboarding; while it kept me in decent aerobic shape it didn't do much for building muscles. And with me coming in at 5'-9", he practically towered above me.

We spent a lot of our free time together that year, so when it came time for us to register for a dorm for our sophomore year it was pretty much a given that we would room together. Our current roommates, Craig and Dave, were nice guys, but we didn't click as roommates. They had come to the same conclusion and had thankfully applied for dorm rooms with others. Mike and I thought we would shoot for the stars and ask to be put in one of the newer buildings; they had air conditioning, heating systems that worked, and much larger rooms.

Unfortunately for us, that didn't pan out. We were placed in one of the older dorms, and as we moved ourselves in at the start of our sophomore year, we got an appreciation for what the "prison dorms" were like.

The university claimed the rooms were 14' x 14', but they felt way smaller than that. The cinder block walls were broken up by a double-window that barely opened, and a heater that you couldn't turn off. Space was at a premium, so we ditched one of the university-provided desks. I bought a loft bed and we put our sole desk under it. Mike bought a futon to serve as his bed; when it was open there was barely enough open space in the room to walk around. It wasn't an ideal set up, but it would have to do.

One of the things I learned about Mike once we became roommates was that he liked being naked. He really, really liked being naked. I suppose if I was as hung as Mike I would have been inclined to show off as well. Every night after dinner he would strip naked and we'd sit on the futon to watch television. I wasn't confident enough to join him nude, so I would settle for hanging out in my boxers.

I casually brought up the topic with his former roommate, Craig, a month into the school year.

"Uhhh, no. Mike didn't hang out naked. Are you fucking with me?" Craig answered.

"Yeah," I laughed nervously. "I'm just fucking with you."

Craig's comment was all I could think about later that day as Mike and I sat in the dining hall. How crazy would it be if Mike was getting naked for me? Generally speaking, I was pretty horrible at picking up people's signals; he could have slapped my face with his dick and I'd still wonder if he did that on purpose. I made up my mind, though: when we got back to our room I was going to ditch the boxers.

As we walked across the quad, chatting about nothing important, my mind was conjuring up images of what would come next. The two of us would get naked and then spend the rest of the evening kissing, stroking, sucking and fucking each other like there was no tomorrow. I'd swallow load after load of his cum and wear load after load of his cum; in my mind, Mike had amazing recovery times and could orgasm over a dozen times in a night. That dick he had been showing off for a month would be inside me in a matter of minutes.

The reality was positively mundane. Mike stripped out of his clothes as usual, his huge cock swaying from side to side as he walked to the futon. I stripped out of all of my clothes, my six inch cock looking small by comparison, and sat down next to him. He looked over at me and down at my cock, and then turned on the television.

That was it. There wasn't a night of torrid sex. Just a glance at my cock.

Like I said, I was horrible at picking up signals. When we turned in, I climbed into my loft and jerked off, thinking about what could have been.

***

About a month later, Mike started dating Ashley; and I use dating in the loosest sense of the word. A more accurate description was that they were fuck buddies. She was a sophomore and was drop dead gorgeous. As a former varsity cheerleader she still had a tight body and amazing flexibility. She was a natural blonde with captivating blue eyes and the perkiest tits I've ever seen. Mike bragged that there was no help from a push-up bra there; her tits were that magnificent. Mike would also brag about how wild she was in bed. She apparently was a "try anything" girl.

She lived at her sorority house, so whenever Mike and Ashley would fuck, they would go to her place, which meant that he spent a lot of time at her place. I was really beginning to miss our time together, particularly our time after dinner. Even though we just sat there nude and my fantasies about him hadn't materialized, I still enjoyed being naked with him. Our friends all joked that they were jealous of Mike because he got to fuck such a hot piece of ass. I would agree with them, of course, and kept the truth inside: I was jealous of her.

She got to fuck him.

She got to make that big, beautiful cock cum.

It was more than that, though. I think I was falling in love with him.

***

I found myself in a local porn shop one weekday evening. I was on a mission as I weaved my way up and down the aisles, my eyes scanning the merchandise. I stopped as I reached a display of realistic dildos. My goal was to find one that resembled Mike's cock as closely as possible. There it was, on the shelf second from the bottom. It was eleven inches long, with pronounced veins running up and down the thick shaft. The bulbous head extended just a touch wider than the shaft, and a large set of balls hid a suction cup base. I picked the box up off the shelf and examined the faux cock through the clear plastic packaging.

It wouldn't have been any more perfect had it been cast directly from Mike's cock. My plan was to practice religiously with the dildo so when I finally worked up the courage to confess my feelings to Mike, I would be able to work his cock over like an absolute pro.

"Want to get a booth?" a voice whispered from behind me. I turned around and immediately recognized the short 60-something man standing there. Professor Stanley taught my core Chemistry class last year. He didn't appear to recognize me, which made sense: Chem 101 was held in a lecture hall that accommodated about 300 students. I was just one face in a sea of hundreds. As I pondered his offer, my mind turned to Mike; at that moment, in some bedroom at the Delta Gamma house, his big cock was pumping away at one of Ashley's holes. Fueled by a more than just a little tinge of jealousy, I gave Professor Stanley a nod and we walked towards the back of the store. I left the dildo on a merchandise table outside of the row of booths and entered the closest one that was open.

Professor Stanley closed the door behind him. I turned towards him and dropped to my knees, opening his pants and pulling them to his knees without saying a word. Even rock hard, his cock was narrow and smaller than average. I cupped his hairy balls with my hand and pulled him closer to me. I licked his precum from the tip of his cock before taking his full length into my mouth. He let out a low moan as my lips pressed against his abdomen, the head of his cock just barely touching the back of my throat. I opened my mouth wider and slipped my tongue out so I could lick his balls. I inhaled deeply, trying to relax the best that I could, before I pushed my head even further forward.

"Oh Jesus!" he moaned as his balls joined his cock in my mouth. It was something I had seen in some porn movies and I was a bit proud of myself that I managed to pull it off. My tongue rubbed side to side on his hairy nut sack as his precum oozed down my throat.

"Fucking hell…" he whispered as he instinctively moved his hips forward and back. I pulled my mouth back, his balls flopping out of my mouth and back into my hand. I massaged them as I bobbed my head up and down, sucking and licking his head and shaft. I felt like such a slut – on my knees in a porn shop, sucking the cock of a man who was over 40 years my senior.

I fucking loved it.

My cock was rock hard as my mouth moved faster and faster on his rigid pole. He groaned loudly as his cock exploded, spurts of really thick and salty semen filling my mouth. I swallowed greedily as I continued sucking, making sure he completely emptied his balls in my mouth.

Once he finished cumming he pulled his pants back on, then thanked me and left. It was the first time I'd serviced someone in a porn shop, so I didn't know what the etiquette was. Should he have stayed and got me off, or was it common to dump and run? Regardless, I was horny as hell and wanted to cum. I paid for the dildo and left the store. I soon found a relatively discrete spot behind some bushes on the walk home. I freed "Mike's" cock from its plastic packaging and proceeded to suck and lick it while jerking off. I blew my load, spraying cum all over the grass and my hand. I licked my hand clean, put "Mike" back in the store's brown paper bag, and walked the rest of the way back to the dorm.

***

I spent the next few weeks training as often as I could. I used porn as a tutor, studying technique and positions almost religiously. There were moments when I thought I could just go back to the porn shop and have my pick of hard cocks to practice with, but with "Mike", I could train for hours. Plus, I wanted to get used to the toy's girth and length; if Professor Stanley was any indication, the porn shop might not be the best outlet for that.

It only took me a couple of weeks to train away my gag reflex; or at least control it enough so I could take all of "Mike" in my mouth. Pleased by that progress, I secured the dildo to the wall with a suction cup in view of our full-length mirror. I looked at the mirror out of the corner of my eye as I repeatedly deep throated the dildo.

My mouth was ready for Mike.

Now it was a matter of getting my mind to follow suit.

***

Tonight started out like any recent Friday night. Mike went out with Ashley and I hit a random house party with some of the guys on the hall. The house throwing the party would have a keg of cheap, watery beer that we'd all get drunk off of, and then I'd make my way home to an empty room. I'd strip naked and climb into bed, and would typically jerk off so I could fall asleep. Mike would feature prominently in those masturbation fantasies, of course.

I said goodnight to the guys and fumbled to get my keys out of my pocket as I approached our door.

"Oh, what the fuck?" I wondered as I noticed a piece of tape covering the lock. I pulled the tape off, unlocked the door, and pushed the door open. The light from the hallway poured into the room and illuminated Mike's futon, which had been spread out as a bed. Mike was laying on his back, naked, and Ashley was on all fours on top of him, riding his cock. Mike quickly reached for the bed sheets and pulled them over the two of them.

"Oh shit, man, I'm fucking sorry," I said as I looked away. I should have figured the tape on the lock had some meaning, but since Mike and Ashley always fucked at her place, I figured it was someone on the hall messing with me.

"It's okay," Mike panted, a little short of breath.

"I'll go to Craig's, man. Shit, I'm so fucking sorry." I made a move to back out of the door when Ashley's head popped up from under the sheets.

"No, don't worry about it. You can come in. We'll just…go to sleep," she said, smiling.

"Are you sure?" I asked, as I started to close the door behind me.

"Yeah, it's all good," Mike said.

I closed the door behind me, kicked off my shoes, and climbed up into bed. Obscured from their view, I pulled off my shirt, my socks, and my shorts. "Oh, what the hell?" I thought to myself before taking off my boxers. I laid motionless in bed, not wanting to disturb Mike and Ashley. I instantly wondered what they were going to do next. My cock had grown hard thinking about Mike's naked body on the futon below me. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and started stroking slowly; any faster and I was worried the loft would make a creaking sound and give me away.

Not much time had passed since I climbed into bed when I heard Ashley panting. It was soft and barely audible at first, but it slowly grew louder. She wasn't really moaning, per se, but it certainly wasn't the sound of someone sleeping. I rolled over onto my side and peered over the edge of my loft, hoping to get a better look without being detected.

Mike and Ashley certainly weren't sleeping.

They had tossed the sheets aside, and Ashley was riding Mike's cock like a cowgirl. The bragging was spot on: Ashley's tits were spectacular. They were large, round, and perky and bounced nicely as Ashley hopped up and down Mike's dick. She moved her hands under them and hoisted them up towards her mouth so she could suck on her pink nipples. As nice as that view was, I was secretly hoping they would change positions to something that would give me a better look at Mikes' stiff pole. Ashley took a break from sucking her tits to look up at me. She flashed a smile before I could move out of view.

"Why don't you come join us?" Mike turned his attention towards my bed and smiled.

"It's cool, if you want to," he assured me.

"This is your chance," my cock told my brain. "Get the fuck down there."

My brain didn't take much persuasion at that point. I climbed down from my loft and walked over to the futon. Ashley extended her hand towards me as she continued to bounce up and down on Mike's cock.

"Come closer," she said, her had waving me over. Her fingers wrapped around my hard on as I approached the edge of the futon. She leaned her head forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth, her tongue licking up and down my slit as her hand jerked my shaft. As good as it felt, I had one thing on my mind: Mike's dick.

"Oh yeah, man, that's it…fuck her mouth," Mike groaned. I put my hands behind her head and started thrusting my cock in and out. She gagged the moment my head hit the back of her throat, so I pulled back a little. I didn't want to get too rough and spoil anyone's fun. I stood there fucked her mouth with half the length of my cock, thinking about nothing but Mike.

"Mmmm…come here, Ash…I want to eat your pussy," Mike said.

Ashley moved herself up Mike's body, my cock popping out of her mouth as she straddled his face. She placed her palms on the wall and started to grind her pussy against his lips. My eyes moved down towards Mike's cock; it was still rock hard and was glistening from Ashley's pussy juices. This was it. This was the moment I had fantasized about all year. I looked back towards Ashley, her hips moving in circles as she rode Mike's face. I moved down to the foot of the futon and got on all fours, my head just above Mike's massive member. I lowered my head and tentatively ran my tongue across his large, smooth balls.

There was no negative reaction.

I ran my tongue all over his balls, then slid it up his long shaft to his head. I licked the underside of his head, tasting Ashley's pussy on it. My tongue lapped at his mushroom head like it was licking an ice cream cone, slidingacross the tip periodically to I could taste his salty precum. I ran my tongue back down the length of his shaft, slathering his balls with my tongue before moving back up the shaft. I licked him over and over again, savoring every inch of him. I moved my tongue down to his balls again, but this time instead of licking them I sucked one into my mouth. His balls were so large that just one completely filled my mouth. I sucked and slurped on his one sack and then moved my attention to the other. Mike was letting out muffled moans as I sucked his balls, his mouth still smothered by Ashley's pussy. I popped his nut out of my mouth and grabbed his huge dick with both hands. I stroked him slowly, Ashley's juices serving as perfect lube for my hands. I was milking out precum with each upstroke; not wanting to waste any of his juices I dutifully licked it off the head every time it seeped out.

I moved both hands down towards the base of his shaft and held his cock upright. I took a deep breath, opened my mouth, and guided the head of his cock inside. My heart started to race and goosebumps formed all over my body. I swirled my tongue around his head, his precum flowing freely now, its saltiness a welcome taste. I took a deep breath through my nose, trying to relax myself, and then started to lower my mouth. Lower and lower I went, his shaft disappearing into my mouth inch by inch. His head pushed against the back of my throat, so I angled my position to best help it slide farther down. My mouth reached the top of my upper hand, so I moved it out of the way. Moving farther down, inch by inch, now moving my other hand out of the way.

Almost there…

Almost there….

"Oh holy FUCK!" Mike yelled out from between Ashley's legs as my mouth pressed against his abdomen. I held my mouth there, my eyes watering, his cock firmly down my throat. I then started gradually moving up his shaft, inch by inch, until I reached his head, at which point I moved back down again. Always all the way down, always tortuously slow. I was so fixated on Mike's cock that I didn't realize that he had made Ashley cum, or that she was now sitting next to Mike on the futon watching me deep throat him. All there was in the world at that moment was me and Mike and his glorious cock.

Mike placed his hands behind my head and started to thrust his hips, pushing his rod in and out of my throat. He thrust faster and faster as he neared orgasm I wanted his cum; no, I NEEDED his cum. I massaged his balls with my hands as the futon started to creak from his hips bucking.

"Oh GOD!!!" he yelled. His orgasm was so powerful, his load so massive, that I had a difficult time swallowing it all down. Whenever I thought he was going to stop cumming his cock would continue to flood my mouth with more of his thick, salty seed. Eventually his cock did stop pumping jizz into me, so I pulled my head away, his semi-hard cock flopping back onto his stomach as I knelt at the foot of the futon.

"Your turn to cum," Ashley said, holding up a bottle of lube. I gave Mike a "really?" look, unsure if she was overstepping.

"Fuck yeah, do it," Mike smiled.

Ashley poured the lube all over my hard cock, making sure it covered my head and cock completely by spreading it with her fingers. Mike bent his legs, putting his feet on the edge of the futon, and arched his hips, presenting his ass to me. I moved closer and pushed my cock inside. Mike reached down and grabbed each ass cheek, spreading them as I slid easily in and out of his hole.

"Fuck yeah, cum in my fucking ass!" he grunted. Ashley was rubbing her clit as she watched me fuck my lover, my cock now pushing in balls deep with each thrust. Her body started to shake as she brought herself to an orgasm, her pussy juices squirting all over the futon.

"Oh fuck…fuck…FUCK!" I groaned as I orgasmed, thick ropes of cum shooting inside of Mike's ass. I collapsed onto the futon beside Mike, and Ashley laid down next to him.

"That was fucking amazing," Ashley said.

I certainly wasn't going to disagree.