My Freshman class roommate, Lochlan started jerking off in strawman of me on day one. The first night in the dorm was supposed to be about take out, adjusting, and maybe a little awkward pocket-size talk. Instead, Lochlan dropped his sweat pants to the floor and flopped onto his bed, his muscular form glowing faintly in the dim light of the elbow room. His abs flexed as he stretched, and his hand drifted lazily toward his genitalia. I froze, my eyes locked on him as he wrapped his fingers around his thick, already-hard cock.

This isn't happening, I thought, my heart hammering in my chest. But it was. Lochlan was jerking off right wing in front of me, his bicep flexing with every slash. The sound of his bridge player moving over his shaft filled the room, and I could feel my own dick stirring in my boxershorts. I had never seen anything so explicit, so raw, so… hot.

The room was dreary, but I could see the faint glisten of precum on the tip of his putz. He wasn't hiding it, wasn't even pretending to be discreet. My breath hitched as I watched him, my hand unconsciously moving to my own fork. I couldn't help it. I was too turned on to guess unbent. I had to touch myself.

I pulled my shorts down just enough to free my putz, which was already leaking with precum. I matched his rhythm, stroking myself in time with his effort. God, he was vast. My fingers wouldn't even come close to wrapping around his girth. The cerebration of touching him, of feeling that massive turncock in my manus, sent a jar of electricity through me.

I came first, shooting my burden onto my stomach in messy spurts. I bit my lip to maintain from making a phone, my eyes never leaving Lochlan. He didn't even glimpse in my direction, his focus entirely on his own pleasure. Finally, with a low groan, he came, ropes of jizz splashing across his abs. He wiped himself off with his discarded pugilist and tossed them onto the trading floor, rolling over to catch some Z's as if nothing had happened, flashing me his big, athletic, teen ass.

I sat there, still trembling, my own cum cooling on my skin. What the fuck just happened ?

After the tierce night in a row of jerking off to a face row prat of the blistering porn I had ever seen, I told him that I could see what he was doing every night.

He looked at me nonchalantly."My brothers always did it in the same way and no one cared."

It struck me then that he was kind of dumb. I wondered if I could push matter a bit further and see if he would let me get an even better experience with his rooster. That nighttime, when he started his subprogram, I sat up in bed and turned to him."You need any help with that ?"

I literally could not think of any best way to approach it. He barely pondered my offer for a instant."That would be really cool, man."

So, I got up out of bed, naked of course of instruction, and sat next to him. Wordlessly, I started jerking off his big hog.

"No one has been this chill except my younger brother,"he said casually.

My digit barely went all the way around his meat perch. He held his phone close to his boldness as I did my best to coax a freight out of him. He almost came quickly, I could differentiate by the pulsation and his breathing getting faster, so I slowed it down just enough to enjoy the moment. I tugged myself too, and made us cum at about the same fourth dimension, both of us tensing our abs and leaning forward slightly, as he coated my hand and I squirted onto my tummy. I let him go and wipe my hands and physical structure with his dirty underwear that was sitting there, before he took them from me and cleaned the rest period off himself.

"Thanks,"he muttered quietly before rolling over and falling straight to slumber, showing me his muscular ass again, only one-half covered with his blanket. With him facing away, I decided to lick the rest of his cum remainder off my helping hand. I walked back to my bed in a surreal state of bliss, and laid down quickly, succumbing to my big, soft blanket.

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"My roommate jerked me off cobbler's last night,"I heard as I woke up to the sunlight streaming into our dorm.

I wasn't certainly if I had dreamed the words, until I looked over to our bath and saw Lochlan standing there rear naked. Our deal can connected two entourage, and he was talking out the other end to the guys in the join way. Suddenly, I was scared—this big dumb jock had zero forbiddance or cares about privacy. Even if he didn't realize I was super gay for him, now the suite mates across the bathroom divide were going to know I was a gay guy lusting over my hung roommate.

"Yeah, he just offered. He's not gay so it's cool,"he said. I couldn't believe he didn't realize I was gay. He literally thought a straight friend was just that cool with jerking him off. He then turned toward the toilet to puddle, without closing either of the bathroom doors."

This guy is a fucking animal, I thought to myself, wondering what I had gotten myself into.

I tried not to stare as he got into the shower, and then Zack started pissing as well, right in front man of everyone. I guess want of modesty is contagious, or more common than I had thought. When Zack was done, he scratched his testis, leaned against the sink, and turned his attention back to Lochlan.

"So, what, he just grabbed your cock ?"Zack asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah,"Lochlan said, his spokesperson casual as he soaped up his pits and then his shaft and balls."I was jerking off, and he asked if I wanted supporter. I was like, for certain, why not ? It was actually rather nice."

I felt my face tan, and I quickly turned back into my bed, pretending to still be asleep.

"darn,"Zack mused."I mean, if he's offering ..."

Lochlan let out a loud laugh."Yeah, dude, it's chill. You should ask him."

I tensed under my blanket. Did Lochlan just pimp me out ?

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Later that day, I was brushing my tooth in the bathroom—still in my boxers—when Zack walked in, completely naked. He leaned against the cesspit, his muscular frame on full showing, and smirked at me in the mirror.

"So, I hear you're the guy to see,"he said, his phonation dripping with innuendo.

I nearly choked on my toothpaste."Uh, what ?"

"Lochlan said you're down to aid a guy out,"Zack continued, his centre roaming over my body."No judgment here, man. I mean, if you're willing…"

I swallowed hard, my cock already starting to stir."Yeah,"I said, my voice shaky."I'm willing."

"Alright,"Zack said, stretching his arms over his head, which somehow pull back attention down to his gravid putz hanging between his legs."Cool. Let's do it after class. I got ta go lift."

That dark, Zack was in my room, sitting on the boundary of my bed in just his basketball shorts. Lochlan was lying in his own bed, scrolling on his headphone, completely unfazed. Zack pulled his shorts down, revealing his thick, heavy shaft. My mouth watered at the sight of it, and I could sense a day of musk emanating from its masculine, college jockstrap surface.

"Let's see what you got,"he said, leaning back on his elbows.

I reached out, wrapping my handwriting around his slam. It was warm, pulsing with life as I began to stroke him. He let out a low groan, his muscles tensing as I worked him."Fuck, you're ripe,"he muttered, his heading falling back.

I smirked, my hand moving faster, my own tool hard and aching in my boxers. Zack's breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting into my hired hand."Yeah, just like that,"he moaned, his abs flexing as he got closer.

In a couple of minutes he was squirting a warhead up into the air, and without thinking I bent down to put my lips on the tip and tuck his cum into my mouthpiece. I waited until the hold up drop was milked onto my tongue.

When I looked up at him he had a furrowed forehead, looking at me confused.

I just shrugged."Saves the mess."

Lochlan rolled over, glancing at me with a smirk."Told you he'd be into it."

From then on, it became a regular thing. Some nights it was Lochlan, some nights Zack. Sometimes both at once. They were too mute, too easy going to query it. If I was willing, why wouldn't they take advantage of a free servicing ?

One Friday Night, after a few beers, I had them standing in front of me naked as I made out with the head of Lochlan's prick while jerking off Zack. He threw an arm around Lochlan's shoulder and said,"clotheshorse, we should get Kris in on this."

Lochlan grinned."Oh turd. Yeah. He's always saying he never gets decent action."

My heart raced. creese was the giving guy in our dormitory, built like a Hellene god, and as dim as a bag of careen. If he was down, that meant I was officially the dorm's designated cum dump.

By the end of the calendar week, Son had spread. The towering Freshman linebacker of Dutch descent named crease, showed up at my room access wearing just a towel. His blonde haircloth was dripping with lather, and he was clearly headed to the showers.

"So, I hear you're the guy to see,"he said, dropping the towel to bring out his massive cock.

I could barely hold my fervour."Yeah,"I said, my voice trembling."Let's see what I can do for you."

Kris stepped forward, and with the door still open I grabbed him. His cock already growing in my hired hand. The smell of his girth, the weight of it, sent a thrill through me."Go ahead,"he said, his voice deep and commanding."Show me what you've got."

I dropped to my articulatio genus and wrapped both hands around him, working him with all the accomplishment I'd developed over the by week. I slobbered on the fat tip, which would never fit inside my mouth, and he groaned, his deal gripping my hair's-breadth tightly as I stroked him.

"Fuck, you're dear,"he muttered, his abs flexing as he got closer.

When he came, it was volatile, his cum splashing into my nerve in thick ropes. I licked my backtalk, tasting him on my skin, my own prick throbbing with demand.

"Thanks, man,"he said, pulling the towel back on and heading out the door.

As I lay there, covered in his cum, Lochlan glanced over at me with a smile, having watched the stallion event."Looks like you're the dorm's secret divine service,"he said.

I smirked, my hand drifting to my own cock while locking oculus with him."Looks like I am."

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But then, a random guy from the party stepped toward me, some better-looking upperclassman with big weaponry, and he stretched out his hand to fascinate my berm, easing me into what was about to get. I felt Kris get-up-and-go into me from behind, his heaviness stretching me slowly, but widely.

"You're gon na feel this tomorrow,"my new friend in front line of me muttered, his vocalism rough with amusement.

Kris's driving force started gently, but as soon as he felt the wet affectionateness within me, they became relentless, his cock stretching me out and smacking all my variety meat around. I think I could literally feel him pushing my stomach outward .