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Bunk Mates
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Bunk Mates
His blue eyes sparkled above his boyish grin. His thick
blond hair was curled almost into ringlets atop a super-stud
surfer build. Although his innocent friendly manner wasn't
seductive, it did nothing to stop my pecker from rising. All in
all though, it was his beautiful blue eyes that worked their way
into my heart. He had appeared at term break the month before,
with the news that he was to be my new roommate. I knew I was in
trouble even though I had always kept my secret safe, hidden from
everyone to protect my future as a teacher. An occasional cruise
through the park or baths had kept me sane while I put off love
in preference for an education.
Mark's transfer to Brogan U from Nebraska State had changed
my life for the worse. The quick gropes on the bushes were no
longer enough; jerking off had become my major activity. Our
rooms were the small English school type without the study. I
guess that was to save space. The room had a bunk bed, a two
sided desk, two bureaus, and a closet. The desk was situated
across the small room from the bed so that no matter which side
you sat on, the bed was just at the corner of your eye. Since I
had arrived first during the year, I naturally took the upper
bunk leaving the lower for Mark. Frequently while I was trying
to study, he would come back from jogging, strip off his sweaty
clothes, and flop onto his bed. His body would always draw me as
if I were in a trance. Hoping he would be a disappointment and
cure my trance-like affliction, I let my eyes drift over and look
at him as he lay naked in bed--once.
His true blond body hair was wisp-like and formed an almost
imperceptible light covering over his chest and legs. On his
chest the moisture from his jogging had darkened the little trail
of hair between his solid pecs to a dark blond path between to
flat muscular plateaus. Two sturdy little nipples topped these
plains like pinkish peaks. Just at his navel, the light dusting
of blond hair began to thicken until even the soft-looking,
tightly curled hair in his crotch made my tongue twitch. His
huge, perfectly formed cock lay draped over his leg. Unlike some
cut cocks, his was uniform in its light color from the base to
the crown. And, what a crown it was with a perfect pageboy shape
and just a shade darker than the pretty pink of his nipples. His
ball-bag was tightly packed with two cream-filled nuts, just
waiting to erupt. I only could imagine that the beautiful
smoothness of the front side of his body extended to his backside
and his bottom, but I couldn't see that without inducing him to
turn over. From that moment on, waking or sleeping, I saw
nothing but him.
After a tortuous month of lustful visions of him but not
getting any closer to him, I saw that only one course made any
sense at all: I had to have him. If he wasn't into it, he would
move out and shout my secret from the rooftops. I would deny the
whole story. Most people on campus would believe me since I had
kept my cock down around the campus for the past three years and
he was the new kid. Some people would probably think the worst,
but at this point in my life, I would have spread my cheeks for
the U.S. Congress on national television for the chance to have
Mark. On one fateful day, as he slid his towel around his tight
ass to head for the shower, I made my plans.
That night as he was going to bed I went to the showers.
Besides wanting to be fresh when I made my move, I wanted him to
be asleep. My plan called for the exploitation of his nocturnal
tumescence. Since most guys our age had erections several times
a night while they slept, I hoped it would be a good natural-
feeling place to start. By the time I returned, he was breathing
slowly, the sheet covering only part of one leg. His cock almost
glowed it was so beautiful; his balls lay between his legs,
saving his creamy load for me. I sat at my desk with only a
small desk lamp on and it partially covered. I wanted him to
sleep well and get hard by himself soon. I didn't have long to
wait. His cock began to fill and slowly left its draped position
climbing up his thigh inch by inch. I didn't want to move just
yet. I wanted to make sure his sleeping body was accustomed to an
erection first. Before long his hard began to go down. I knelt
before him and took in his smell.
With my lips almost touching his crotch, my mouth began
watering at the unique smell of his nether parts. I carefully
lifted his fat cockhead to my lips and, ever so gently, began to
kiss. Waiting until his dick reacted to the warmth of my lips
and began to swell, I slowly worked my tongue over the glowing
crown coating it with warm smoothness. Passing the crown into my
mouth, I held it until it swelled ever so slightly then withdrew
it and tongued farther down the thick shaft coating it with spit.
As my heart began to pound in my throat, I slowly sucked his rod
back into my mouth farther and farther.
The taste was made in heaven and the fact that it was Mark's
meaty cock in my mouth made my head swim and my body tingle. By
the time his cockhead was filled, I could hardly hold it all in
my mouth. My roommate's monster rod must have been at least ten
inches long. My own erection was alive and well. It was
standing out straight with a flow of pre-cum glistening on the
top. I dare not touch it for fear of exploding all over Mark as
he slept.
Reacting to my silent attention, Mark's sleeping hips began
to respond to my wet sucking. As I slowly moved up and down his
shaft, his hips moved in time with me as if he were fucking my
face at the same speed. His balls were partially between his
legs so I moved my hand to cup his full ball-bag and keep it from
being caught in the action. Whether it was the realization of
the warmth around his rock-solid cock or the hand on his nuts,
his sleeping mind was alerted to the fact that something was
definitely up.
He jerked up as he woke, nearly robbing my mouth of his
throbbing meat. I could see shock, disgust, surprise, pleasure,
and confusion cross his face in seconds. Fortunately for me,
pleasure won out. He was at least going to let me finish!
I decided since this was probably a one-time thing, to give
him a blow-job to remember and used every trick I knew. I
tongued the head and shaft, concentrating on the super-sensitive
underside. I showered the little spot where the crown forms a
vee with many kisses and a darting tongue. I moved what I could
of his cockhead deep into my throat to let him explore its hot
depths. My hands played with his balls and his tits. My lips
kissed his tummy just above his cock and the inside of his
thighs. I paid special attention to the hairless crevice between
his muscular buns keeping it moist and slick. About the time his
hips started really bucking, I placed a finger against his tight
fuck chute. It willingly accepted the first knuckle.
When I heard him moan in pleasure and felt his cock swell in
my mouth even larger, I pulled back to watch the fireworks. His
load was immense: it shot up in an arch into the air and landed
on his chest and face. Volley after volley continued to fly as I
quickly rubbed his ejaculate over him feeling the taught muscles
of his chest and neck surge with every jolt. His hips kept
humping upwards, his legs tensing with each spasm. The finger
his ass had accepted was being squeezed and pulled with each
shot. I felt his strong thighs close around me and pull me
closer to him. I was pretty sure, that at least for the moment,
he was happy.
I prolonged my tongue-work, not wanting to face his anger
once the passion had subsided. To my delight and surprise, he
collapsed back onto his pillow and said, "I didn't know a guy
could feel like that! I've used my hand a couple of times, and
I've wondered about sleeping with girls, but I've never even
dreamed of anything like that. Can you do that again sometime?"
He sounded like an innocent farm-boy.
"Can I ever!" I told him as I climbed on top of him,
shoving my swollen rod against his sweaty flat stomach. Rather
than expose me to the world, he had given me half a chance to
show him what I could do; I wasn't about to let a chance like
that slip through my legs. I continued his sexual education with
Kissing 101, Humping 210, and Tongueing 69. He was a very good
student!
The climax to the evening was when I lay on his bed with my
ass on his pillow and guided his massive cock between my cheeks.
He wasn't too sure about fucking in the beginning, but when I
slid the thin sheath of rubber over his pole, his feelings
overcame him. As I instructed him he took my tube of K-Y and
slowly lubricated my hole. Then he caressed a palm-full over the
length of his sheathed rod. At first he was afraid he would hurt
me, but we started out with only a small pressure on my butt.
When my ass began to open and accept his slick cock, he was an
angel and froze for just a few of seconds to let me adjust. No
man that had ever fucked me had shown that much tenderness and
consideration. His poise and graceful restraint kneeling there
with his cockhead partially inside me was more than most men ever
even dream someone who fucks them will have. Once my asshole
loosened further and began to slide up over his motionless cock,
he slowly pressed his full length into me. His self-control and
tenderness prevented the gut wrenching pain I had grown to expect
from well hung men. After that, he began to rhythmically thrust
his meat deep inside me. I stared into his blue eyes as I took
him. Those blue eyes sparkled in amazement as he realized how
wonderful it felt to be with a man.
This time Mark was under his own control fulfilling his
conscious burning desires to explore my body as much as I had
devoured his. When he let loose for the second time that night I
knew for certain that Mark may have moved in a roommate but had
become much more: the hottest fuck on campus. And he was mine!
Now I'm the dean of Brogan University. Mark is our head
coach. We still have those small English style dormitories
without the study. We still have the most sparkling young men
and they seldom complain about roommates. Our young ladies now
have the same style rooms. They don't complain much either. I
guess it wasn't to save space after all. When I became dean,
Mark and I moved into the Manor House with the retiring dean.
I'm still not used to all his lace ballgowns. As dean Goldberg
is want to say, "Check your closets, they may have silver
linings."
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