The Bator Bro
Chapter 1 – The Roommate
I love sex.
And I’m pretty hot, so I get a lot of it.
Not to sound completely self-involved, but when I look in the mirror, I’m proud of what I see, and I’m totally satisfied with my sex life. It’s weird because back in high school, I was not this way at all. I had zero self-confidence. I was probably about 40 pounds overweight and I couldn’t imagine a scenario where I would ever lose my virginity.
That changed when I got to college. I hate sports, but I wanted to look good naked, so I started working out. I would run and lift weights. I was a complete amateur and really shy about it. I would casually spy on hot guys in the gym doing their routines and wonder if they knew more than I did, or if they were just as lost and just better at projecting confidence. I would see them working their arms, their chest, or their legs and copy their routine, thinking if they looked so good from doing those moves, maybe I could too. I worked hard and lost the extra pounds and even gained some good muscle definition. Of course, being a broke college student helped ‘cause I was eating a lot less than when I was free-loading with my parents, and my college was in the middle of nowhere so there wasn’t much else to do anyway.
It wasn’t until I was twenty-one that I had enough confidence in myself to finally lose that fucking virginity. The dude’s name was Tyler and he was pretty cute. At first glance he looked like a twink but he turned out to be more of an otter, totally my type. He was tall, six foot, and skinny but not bare bones. He had dark hair and eyes and super nerdy glasses and did I mention the fucking hair. Long soft fur from head to toe. He had beautiful stubble on his face and thick soft hair all over his chest leading to the perfect treasure trail and bush, and at the end of that treasure trail was a magnificent cock. Thick at the base, thicker in the middle and then a nice pointed tip with a fat mushroom head. It wasn’t bigger than mine, but it was nice and big, just what I was looking for.
Too bad the sex was terrible.
I mean it wasn’t terrible. We started slow, which I like, hands, then mouths, then we flip flopped, which was fun. I learned that I preferred to top but that I can tolerate bottoming which I was nervous for. He hurt more than a little the first time, but I got used to it and even came to enjoy parts of it. He usually came in about three seconds and I didn’t. So he watched me jerk off for a little while and It wasn’t until I got on my knees and grabbed his now-limp dick with my other hand that I finally came all over his chest.
He may have cum quick, but I beat him in every other regard. I cum a lot and I cum hard. It splashed all over his chest into that thick soft chest hair. I thought this was hot and so did he, but he didn’t want to take too much time to enjoy it before he got dressed and we watched a movie.
Actually if I’m being honest, I think we watched cartoons. Sexy, right?
We dated for maybe three months, we were not soul mates, but I really liked his cock. Over this three-month time period he made me cum exactly zero times. It was a red flag. You hear guys talk unashamedly about cumming super-fast their first time, this was not my experience and I started to wonder why. Maybe it was because I waited longer than all my friends, or maybe it was because I jerked off so damn much. At LEAST twice a day since…well before I could cum. I was having dry orgasms for years before I had any clue what it meant. And maybe part of the trouble was I didn’t stop while we were dating, I still jerked off a lot, so maybe it just hadn’t had a chance to refill.
Maybe.
The second semester of my Sophomore year in college, Tyler and I had gone our separate ways, and my old roommate had dropped out. I had roomed with the same guy both years so far, we weren’t best friends, all my best friends had moved into off-campus apartments that I couldn’t afford. I worked, I just didn’t have as much supplemental parental money as they did, plus university housing was cheaper. At twenty, I was still young and stupid enough that I didn’t hate the dorms and even enjoyed things like the communal showers and the young and sexual energy of a bunch of college students under one roof.
I was also older than the fucking freshman and shit so I got to choose my room. So I chose a corner room on the 13th floor of the building. The tallest building in the little town in the middle of corn fields. But the energy of the room was about to change, the University sent me a notice that I was getting a new roommate of THEIR choosing.
What a nightmare, it was going to be like Freshman year all over again, trying not be disgusted with all their habits, or their probable stupidity.
It was January and my new roommate arrived on the coldest day of the year wearing a T-Shirt and athletic shorts.
We get it, you’re straight.
“John” He introduced himself.
“Adam” I said, introducing myself.
He was a pretty typical twenty-one-year-old frat-type guy, except that he didn’t join a frat. He said he was going to, but he was too lazy. That didn’t stop him from doing frat-like things like drinking A LOT of beer and leaving the cans and bottle everywhere like they were trophies, or constantly going in for undeserved high fives, or just talking like he was the coolest guy in the world, when really, he had rarely ventured from his parent’s basement somewhere in the suburban Midwest.
He was decent looking, a little doughy but not fat, maybe 5’9” with light brown hair and blue eyes. His complexion was a little strange, I remember always thinking that he looked sick, like there was a green tint to his skin or something. But still, in the few months that we lived together, he definitely got more girls to fuck him than I got guys to fuck me. Of course, it didn’t occur to me that it was probably because we were in a small Midwestern town with almost-zero other gay guys around.
I was open with my sexuality and he was cool with it. For the most part, we left each other alone. He would play video games on his side of the room, and I would watch movies on mine. We both had plenty of other friends, so I would go out and hang at my friends off campus places and I assume he would go and hang out with his own friends. It was not as bad as I thought it would be.
“You know what I love about gaming online?” He asked one night. It was late, probably like two or three in the morning. I had finished a paper a little while ago and was now watching TV trying to make myself tired. “You can, like, have conversations with people from all over the world. Like I’ve been talking to this guy from Minnesota who’s pretty cool, but you can talk to people from anywhere.”
“Uh huh.” I responded trying to ignore the fact that he was trying to make whatever online game he was playing sound like some interesting worldly activity.
“He was talking to me about all the threesomes he’s had. It was fucking sick.” He spouted. Taking off his giant noise-cancelling headphones. “He even said he had a guy guy girl threesome, would you ever do that?”
Was this guy asking me about sex? That was a topic the two of us hadn’t breached before. “Uhhh…” I responded. “Would you?” I asked trying to avoid the question.
“I mean probably not, but maybe if we didn’t touch. But yeah, I guess if there was a super hot girl who wanted to fuck with two guys at once. The thing is he said he’s not gay though, but he and other dude still touched and shit. Would you do a threesome with a girl even though you’re gay?”
“I mean, probably not, but same thing, you know sexuality is a spectrum, if there was a hot enough guy who wanted to do it, maybe. I could never fuck a pussy though.” I answered only half paying attention.
“Fuck, man, I don’t get that, I love pussy.”
“Yeah, I don’t” I laughed. “Give me a nice big cock,” I said. He laughed at that.
“Does that matter to you that much, dick size?” He asked.
“I mean, It’s not the most important thing, but it’s pretty important to me.”
“Like how big?” He asked.
“How big, what?”
“How big do you like it? How big is too big? How small is too small?” He seemed genuinely curious.
“I don’t know…Mine’s not small so I don’t really like ‘em small, no shorter than, say, six inches. I guess I like ‘em pretty big like 8 or 9 inches.”
“So how big is too big?”
“There’s no such thing as too big!” I smiled and laughed. He laughed too and turned back to his gaming setup.
“You know I’m cool with you being gay, but I just don’t get how you can not love pussy.” He pulled up some porn site on his laptop and turned it to face me, it was close up of some girl’s vagina. “That’s fucking beautiful. Don’t you just want to fuck it?”
I grimaced.
“That does nothing for me.” I did the same thing, pulling up a photo of a hot naked dude with a big hard cock. He looked at it and said that it didn’t do anything for him and that if he wanted to see a dick, he’d just look at his own. He picked up his laptop and sat down on my bed. He scrolled through the website and showed me more pictures of girls he thought were hot. I took the bait and started showing him pictures of guys I thought were hot, I pointed out attractive features and he did the same thing with the girls. We were just laughing and talking about the things we liked, it honestly didn’t seem weird at all, this was the kind of thing you do when you live in a town with nothing else to do.
That is, until he started rubbing his bulge.
As usual, he was wearing athletic shorts so it was pretty visible. Of course, I was wearing sweatpants, so they weren’t exactly hiding that I was a little chubbed up from the porn as well. I watched him rub himself for a second, and he glanced over at me. He saw that I was watching and that I wasn’t rubbing myself but that I was hard. I froze for just another moment before I made a decision and he looked over at me again as I started copying him and rubbing my own hardening cock through my sweatpants.
“Damn, bro, how long has it been since you got some?” He asked me.
“It’s been a while, finding another gay guy in this town isn’t easy.”
“Yeah I can imagine.” He said. “You’re a good-looking guy though, I wouldn’t think it would be that hard.” He said.
Was he coming on to me? It was hard not to give him a confused but curious expression. No, he was talking about pussy. Maybe he was bi? Or maybe he was straight and drunk and alone with his roommate and wanted to experiment. Isn’t that what people do in college? Or maybe he was just not thinking clearly. I wasn’t interested in this guy but it had been a while, so was this something I wanted to do?
Anyway, he was right. That sounds so egocentric but like I said at the beginning. I would fuck me. All the men in my family are tall and I’m proud to be 6 foot 6, I have dark brown hair and eyes, a full neatly-trimmed beard, an Italian nose and dark Italian skin tone. Plus, I work out five days a week, so while I’ve never quite managed a six pack, I have well a well-defined chest, nice big upper arms, and a firm round ass. I mentioned before that I like hairy guys, and I’m hairy too, but not a lot, dusting around my chest and stomach, bushy but not wild crotch, etc. And then there’s my cock, I’m pretty damn proud of it. I hate when guys say they never knew they had a big dick, because I knew I had a big dick. I watched porn stars with smaller dicks than mine, I saw guys in the locker room, I never really flaunted it or anything, but when it came time to show it off in the bedroom, I knew. Sure, I’d seen porn stars with bigger ones, but never in real life. When it’s fully hard, it’s about 8 ½ inches long, and just under 6 inches around. It’s ever so slightly pointed upward and symmetrical. It’s got a nice head, but not like a crazy mushroom, and you can see the veins when it throbs but they don’t get in the way.
“Thanks.” I finally said. I hesitated, thinking about returning the compliment, but I didn’t really think he was good looking, so I changed the subject. “How long has it been for you?” I said, deciding to continue the thread from earlier.
“I’ve been banging that girl, Steph.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, she gives pretty good head. Doesn’t stop me from being horny all the damn time though” He said as he started rubbing his cock through his shorts again. He looked like he had a full on erection now. “Damn.” He said, pointing at his laptop screen. There was a blonde chick blowing a guy. I couldn’t help but think that her hair was all over the place and in the way and her moaning was weird and annoying. “That’s fucking hot.” He said. “You ever had a circle jerk?”
Fuck, I was thinking to myself. I really wanted to try to a circle jerk. I’d jerked off with friends when I was younger but it felt like a long time ago and it was one of my fantasies to get a group of around five guys in a room and watch them all pleasure themselves. The masculine energy would drive me wild. I realized I hadn’t answered the question when he continued.
“I just want to rub one out and … I don’t know it seems like you’re pretty horned up yourself.” He gestured to the now-obvious bulge in my sweatpants. Between the porn on my laptop and him rubbing himself, I was ready to jerk one off too. It wasn’t like we were gonna have sex, we were just gonna jerk off. And I was totally good with that.
“Yeah, man, Go for it.” I said, much more confidently than I felt.
Still sitting next to him, he reached forward and clicked on a video. It was a threesome between two girls and a guy. He skipped ahead a little and both girls were tag teaming the dudes massive dick. He seemed to think that was hot because he set down his laptop between us, pulled down his shorts and started rubbing himself through his plaid boxers.
I did the same thing, I clicked a solo video of a guy jerking off on webcam, super muscled up, super big dick and I pulled down my sweatpants. My black boxer briefs were tighter than his boxers and he couldn’t help but notice that I was packing.
“Damn bro, you got that thing in your pants and you still have trouble getting dudes?”
“I don’t have trouble getting guys when they’re … you know around… There just aren’t any around in this town.” I replied.
“What about that friend of yours you’re always hanging out with? He’s gotta be gay right?”
He was talking about my best friend at the time, Jess. One of the friends that had an off-campus apartment where he lived with his other best friend Robert, who was straight.
“Jess? Yeah he’s gay but there’s nothing going on there. He’s a kind of a slut and that’s not really my style.” John laughed at that and refocused on the porn.
“How long does it usually take you to cum?” John asked me.
“I don’t know. I like to make it last, though.”
“Yeah, bro, I got you.” He replied. “When you go home on the weekends I spend the whole morning edging sometimes. Find some fucking hot porn and just fucking go at it on my penis.”
“Yeah, edging is fucking hot, I don’t know how long I’ll last tonight though,” I said.
We both hit the limits of our inhibitions at the same time and almost at the exact same moment pulled off our underwear. He revealed a veiny 6 ½ inch cock that was sharply pointed upward, and he saw my hard cock for the first time too.
“Damn, bro, I fucking knew you were packing!” He yelled.
“Yeah, I’m pretty good with it.” I smiled as I grasped it. I couldn’t help but show it off a little, I held it at the base so he could see the whole length. I teased my cock lightly for a moment. Gently playing with the balls and the whole length of the shaft. I rubbed my thumb around the ring of my cockhead and drove myself wild.
John didn’t have the same subtlety, as soon as his hard cock was free, he started jackhammering away, and he threw his head back just far enough that he put his weight on his back, while still being able to watch the porn.
We stroked in silence for a minute taking in the porn and the energy of the moment. There’s something about two throbbing cocks in my line of sight that really sends me up the wall.
“Dude, you know I’m not gay, but we were talking about dick size, and just…. you got a big dick, what do you think of mine?” John asked me hesitantly, he finally slowed down from jackhammering to a slower rhythm.
“I mean, you’re not gay, and I don’t chase straight guys.” I said first.
“Yeah, no it’s just hypothetical, I wonder if people find me attractive. I mean my cock. Like if I were gay, would you want it?”
I hesitated. The reality was that I was twenty and I wanted every cock. And he did fall within the numbers I laid out for him earlier.
“Yeah, you got a nice cock.” I told him. He grinned and returned to watching the porn. Now we both really slowed down. Embracing this moment. I got up and grabbed some lube from my side of the room, I poured some in my hand and rubbed it all over my cock and then I offered it to him, and he took it smiling. “Fuck Yeah.” We both exclaimed as our hands slid up and down our shafts.
For a few moments the only sound was the squelching of our hands as we rubbed them up and down our hard cocks. We weren’t talking anymore. The porn on both our laptops was reaching it’s conclusion. The guy was flip flopping between the two girls on John’s screen, and the hot hairy amateur on mine was about to reach his climax. I was looking back and forth between his hard cock that he was still rubbing fast, and the porn on my laptop, and surprisingly he was doing the same, taking in the masculine energy from our side-by-side stroking and watching his own porn.
John laid his head back down as his left hand massaged his boner synchronized with my right hand massaging my own. Our pace quickened as I found the rhythm that would make me cum.
John came first. He used his right hand to lift up his shirt, but it didn’t matter, his cum flew forward hitting his laptop keys first, then the floor, then the edge of the bed. He moaned as his pace slowed and his eyes closed wrapped entirely in the bliss of orgasm.
I came second. I announced that I was gonna cum, and I too lifted my shirt with my left hand, one, two, three squirts landed on my stomach, and then John’s hand fell from his shirt and landed on my leg as the fourth squirt burst all the way up to my face landing in my beard. The last of it dribbled out as I too closed my eyes.
The sound of our heavy breathing filled the room getting slower and more relaxed with every breath. I opened my eyes and he was looking at me. “Holy shit, bro.” He said, gesturing to the cum in my beard. “You’re like a fucking fountain.”
I laughed. “Yeah, that it happens sometimes.”
We both laughed and I laid my head back again, my breathing slowing back to normal. “Fuck.” I said out loud. John reached over and grabbed some tissues and we both started cleaning ourselves up. After a few minutes I threw my boxer-briefs back on to go wash up in the shower and he grabbed his laptop and moved back to his side of the room.
This was the beginning. As we both cleaned ourselves up from the first of what would become many late-night jerk sessions, I started to realize that the best sexual experiences I had ever had with another person came from mutual masturbation. Over the rest of the year, almost any time that the two of us both found ourselves alone together in our room, we would discuss porn, our sexual conquests, and ultimately end up jacking off together. We never became best friends or anything, really we didn’t really talk about anything but that, but we had some great late-night fun together. Seeing each other like that gave us both unspoken permission to sleep naked, which makes showering and getting dressed easier when you’re comfortable with each other like that. I really enjoyed our jerk off sessions but still, I wanted more.
Chapter 1 – The Roommate
I love sex.
And I’m pretty hot, so I get a lot of it.
Not to sound completely self-involved, but when I look in the mirror, I’m proud of what I see, and I’m totally satisfied with my sex life. It’s weird because back in high school, I was not this way at all. I had zero self-confidence. I was probably about 40 pounds overweight and I couldn’t imagine a scenario where I would ever lose my virginity.
That changed when I got to college. I hate sports, but I wanted to look good naked, so I started working out. I would run and lift weights. I was a complete amateur and really shy about it. I would casually spy on hot guys in the gym doing their routines and wonder if they knew more than I did, or if they were just as lost and just better at projecting confidence. I would see them working their arms, their chest, or their legs and copy their routine, thinking if they looked so good from doing those moves, maybe I could too. I worked hard and lost the extra pounds and even gained some good muscle definition. Of course, being a broke college student helped ‘cause I was eating a lot less than when I was free-loading with my parents, and my college was in the middle of nowhere so there wasn’t much else to do anyway.
It wasn’t until I was twenty-one that I had enough confidence in myself to finally lose that fucking virginity. The dude’s name was Tyler and he was pretty cute. At first glance he looked like a twink but he turned out to be more of an otter, totally my type. He was tall, six foot, and skinny but not bare bones. He had dark hair and eyes and super nerdy glasses and did I mention the fucking hair. Long soft fur from head to toe. He had beautiful stubble on his face and thick soft hair all over his chest leading to the perfect treasure trail and bush, and at the end of that treasure trail was a magnificent cock. Thick at the base, thicker in the middle and then a nice pointed tip with a fat mushroom head. It wasn’t bigger than mine, but it was nice and big, just what I was looking for.
Too bad the sex was terrible.
I mean it wasn’t terrible. We started slow, which I like, hands, then mouths, then we flip flopped, which was fun. I learned that I preferred to top but that I can tolerate bottoming which I was nervous for. He hurt more than a little the first time, but I got used to it and even came to enjoy parts of it. He usually came in about three seconds and I didn’t. So he watched me jerk off for a little while and It wasn’t until I got on my knees and grabbed his now-limp dick with my other hand that I finally came all over his chest.
He may have cum quick, but I beat him in every other regard. I cum a lot and I cum hard. It splashed all over his chest into that thick soft chest hair. I thought this was hot and so did he, but he didn’t want to take too much time to enjoy it before he got dressed and we watched a movie.
Actually if I’m being honest, I think we watched cartoons. Sexy, right?
We dated for maybe three months, we were not soul mates, but I really liked his cock. Over this three-month time period he made me cum exactly zero times. It was a red flag. You hear guys talk unashamedly about cumming super-fast their first time, this was not my experience and I started to wonder why. Maybe it was because I waited longer than all my friends, or maybe it was because I jerked off so damn much. At LEAST twice a day since…well before I could cum. I was having dry orgasms for years before I had any clue what it meant. And maybe part of the trouble was I didn’t stop while we were dating, I still jerked off a lot, so maybe it just hadn’t had a chance to refill.
Maybe.
The second semester of my Sophomore year in college, Tyler and I had gone our separate ways, and my old roommate had dropped out. I had roomed with the same guy both years so far, we weren’t best friends, all my best friends had moved into off-campus apartments that I couldn’t afford. I worked, I just didn’t have as much supplemental parental money as they did, plus university housing was cheaper. At twenty, I was still young and stupid enough that I didn’t hate the dorms and even enjoyed things like the communal showers and the young and sexual energy of a bunch of college students under one roof.
I was also older than the fucking freshman and shit so I got to choose my room. So I chose a corner room on the 13th floor of the building. The tallest building in the little town in the middle of corn fields. But the energy of the room was about to change, the University sent me a notice that I was getting a new roommate of THEIR choosing.
What a nightmare, it was going to be like Freshman year all over again, trying not be disgusted with all their habits, or their probable stupidity.
It was January and my new roommate arrived on the coldest day of the year wearing a T-Shirt and athletic shorts.
We get it, you’re straight.
“John” He introduced himself.
“Adam” I said, introducing myself.
He was a pretty typical twenty-one-year-old frat-type guy, except that he didn’t join a frat. He said he was going to, but he was too lazy. That didn’t stop him from doing frat-like things like drinking A LOT of beer and leaving the cans and bottle everywhere like they were trophies, or constantly going in for undeserved high fives, or just talking like he was the coolest guy in the world, when really, he had rarely ventured from his parent’s basement somewhere in the suburban Midwest.
He was decent looking, a little doughy but not fat, maybe 5’9” with light brown hair and blue eyes. His complexion was a little strange, I remember always thinking that he looked sick, like there was a green tint to his skin or something. But still, in the few months that we lived together, he definitely got more girls to fuck him than I got guys to fuck me. Of course, it didn’t occur to me that it was probably because we were in a small Midwestern town with almost-zero other gay guys around.
I was open with my sexuality and he was cool with it. For the most part, we left each other alone. He would play video games on his side of the room, and I would watch movies on mine. We both had plenty of other friends, so I would go out and hang at my friends off campus places and I assume he would go and hang out with his own friends. It was not as bad as I thought it would be.
“You know what I love about gaming online?” He asked one night. It was late, probably like two or three in the morning. I had finished a paper a little while ago and was now watching TV trying to make myself tired. “You can, like, have conversations with people from all over the world. Like I’ve been talking to this guy from Minnesota who’s pretty cool, but you can talk to people from anywhere.”
“Uh huh.” I responded trying to ignore the fact that he was trying to make whatever online game he was playing sound like some interesting worldly activity.
“He was talking to me about all the threesomes he’s had. It was fucking sick.” He spouted. Taking off his giant noise-cancelling headphones. “He even said he had a guy guy girl threesome, would you ever do that?”
Was this guy asking me about sex? That was a topic the two of us hadn’t breached before. “Uhhh…” I responded. “Would you?” I asked trying to avoid the question.
“I mean probably not, but maybe if we didn’t touch. But yeah, I guess if there was a super hot girl who wanted to fuck with two guys at once. The thing is he said he’s not gay though, but he and other dude still touched and shit. Would you do a threesome with a girl even though you’re gay?”
“I mean, probably not, but same thing, you know sexuality is a spectrum, if there was a hot enough guy who wanted to do it, maybe. I could never fuck a pussy though.” I answered only half paying attention.
“Fuck, man, I don’t get that, I love pussy.”
“Yeah, I don’t” I laughed. “Give me a nice big cock,” I said. He laughed at that.
“Does that matter to you that much, dick size?” He asked.
“I mean, It’s not the most important thing, but it’s pretty important to me.”
“Like how big?” He asked.
“How big, what?”
“How big do you like it? How big is too big? How small is too small?” He seemed genuinely curious.
“I don’t know…Mine’s not small so I don’t really like ‘em small, no shorter than, say, six inches. I guess I like ‘em pretty big like 8 or 9 inches.”
“So how big is too big?”
“There’s no such thing as too big!” I smiled and laughed. He laughed too and turned back to his gaming setup.
“You know I’m cool with you being gay, but I just don’t get how you can not love pussy.” He pulled up some porn site on his laptop and turned it to face me, it was close up of some girl’s vagina. “That’s fucking beautiful. Don’t you just want to fuck it?”
I grimaced.
“That does nothing for me.” I did the same thing, pulling up a photo of a hot naked dude with a big hard cock. He looked at it and said that it didn’t do anything for him and that if he wanted to see a dick, he’d just look at his own. He picked up his laptop and sat down on my bed. He scrolled through the website and showed me more pictures of girls he thought were hot. I took the bait and started showing him pictures of guys I thought were hot, I pointed out attractive features and he did the same thing with the girls. We were just laughing and talking about the things we liked, it honestly didn’t seem weird at all, this was the kind of thing you do when you live in a town with nothing else to do.
That is, until he started rubbing his bulge.
As usual, he was wearing athletic shorts so it was pretty visible. Of course, I was wearing sweatpants, so they weren’t exactly hiding that I was a little chubbed up from the porn as well. I watched him rub himself for a second, and he glanced over at me. He saw that I was watching and that I wasn’t rubbing myself but that I was hard. I froze for just another moment before I made a decision and he looked over at me again as I started copying him and rubbing my own hardening cock through my sweatpants.
“Damn, bro, how long has it been since you got some?” He asked me.
“It’s been a while, finding another gay guy in this town isn’t easy.”
“Yeah I can imagine.” He said. “You’re a good-looking guy though, I wouldn’t think it would be that hard.” He said.
Was he coming on to me? It was hard not to give him a confused but curious expression. No, he was talking about pussy. Maybe he was bi? Or maybe he was straight and drunk and alone with his roommate and wanted to experiment. Isn’t that what people do in college? Or maybe he was just not thinking clearly. I wasn’t interested in this guy but it had been a while, so was this something I wanted to do?
Anyway, he was right. That sounds so egocentric but like I said at the beginning. I would fuck me. All the men in my family are tall and I’m proud to be 6 foot 6, I have dark brown hair and eyes, a full neatly-trimmed beard, an Italian nose and dark Italian skin tone. Plus, I work out five days a week, so while I’ve never quite managed a six pack, I have well a well-defined chest, nice big upper arms, and a firm round ass. I mentioned before that I like hairy guys, and I’m hairy too, but not a lot, dusting around my chest and stomach, bushy but not wild crotch, etc. And then there’s my cock, I’m pretty damn proud of it. I hate when guys say they never knew they had a big dick, because I knew I had a big dick. I watched porn stars with smaller dicks than mine, I saw guys in the locker room, I never really flaunted it or anything, but when it came time to show it off in the bedroom, I knew. Sure, I’d seen porn stars with bigger ones, but never in real life. When it’s fully hard, it’s about 8 ½ inches long, and just under 6 inches around. It’s ever so slightly pointed upward and symmetrical. It’s got a nice head, but not like a crazy mushroom, and you can see the veins when it throbs but they don’t get in the way.
“Thanks.” I finally said. I hesitated, thinking about returning the compliment, but I didn’t really think he was good looking, so I changed the subject. “How long has it been for you?” I said, deciding to continue the thread from earlier.
“I’ve been banging that girl, Steph.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, she gives pretty good head. Doesn’t stop me from being horny all the damn time though” He said as he started rubbing his cock through his shorts again. He looked like he had a full on erection now. “Damn.” He said, pointing at his laptop screen. There was a blonde chick blowing a guy. I couldn’t help but think that her hair was all over the place and in the way and her moaning was weird and annoying. “That’s fucking hot.” He said. “You ever had a circle jerk?”
Fuck, I was thinking to myself. I really wanted to try to a circle jerk. I’d jerked off with friends when I was younger but it felt like a long time ago and it was one of my fantasies to get a group of around five guys in a room and watch them all pleasure themselves. The masculine energy would drive me wild. I realized I hadn’t answered the question when he continued.
“I just want to rub one out and … I don’t know it seems like you’re pretty horned up yourself.” He gestured to the now-obvious bulge in my sweatpants. Between the porn on my laptop and him rubbing himself, I was ready to jerk one off too. It wasn’t like we were gonna have sex, we were just gonna jerk off. And I was totally good with that.
“Yeah, man, Go for it.” I said, much more confidently than I felt.
Still sitting next to him, he reached forward and clicked on a video. It was a threesome between two girls and a guy. He skipped ahead a little and both girls were tag teaming the dudes massive dick. He seemed to think that was hot because he set down his laptop between us, pulled down his shorts and started rubbing himself through his plaid boxers.
I did the same thing, I clicked a solo video of a guy jerking off on webcam, super muscled up, super big dick and I pulled down my sweatpants. My black boxer briefs were tighter than his boxers and he couldn’t help but notice that I was packing.
“Damn bro, you got that thing in your pants and you still have trouble getting dudes?”
“I don’t have trouble getting guys when they’re … you know around… There just aren’t any around in this town.” I replied.
“What about that friend of yours you’re always hanging out with? He’s gotta be gay right?”
He was talking about my best friend at the time, Jess. One of the friends that had an off-campus apartment where he lived with his other best friend Robert, who was straight.
“Jess? Yeah he’s gay but there’s nothing going on there. He’s a kind of a slut and that’s not really my style.” John laughed at that and refocused on the porn.
“How long does it usually take you to cum?” John asked me.
“I don’t know. I like to make it last, though.”
“Yeah, bro, I got you.” He replied. “When you go home on the weekends I spend the whole morning edging sometimes. Find some fucking hot porn and just fucking go at it on my penis.”
“Yeah, edging is fucking hot, I don’t know how long I’ll last tonight though,” I said.
We both hit the limits of our inhibitions at the same time and almost at the exact same moment pulled off our underwear. He revealed a veiny 6 ½ inch cock that was sharply pointed upward, and he saw my hard cock for the first time too.
“Damn, bro, I fucking knew you were packing!” He yelled.
“Yeah, I’m pretty good with it.” I smiled as I grasped it. I couldn’t help but show it off a little, I held it at the base so he could see the whole length. I teased my cock lightly for a moment. Gently playing with the balls and the whole length of the shaft. I rubbed my thumb around the ring of my cockhead and drove myself wild.
John didn’t have the same subtlety, as soon as his hard cock was free, he started jackhammering away, and he threw his head back just far enough that he put his weight on his back, while still being able to watch the porn.
We stroked in silence for a minute taking in the porn and the energy of the moment. There’s something about two throbbing cocks in my line of sight that really sends me up the wall.
“Dude, you know I’m not gay, but we were talking about dick size, and just…. you got a big dick, what do you think of mine?” John asked me hesitantly, he finally slowed down from jackhammering to a slower rhythm.
“I mean, you’re not gay, and I don’t chase straight guys.” I said first.
“Yeah, no it’s just hypothetical, I wonder if people find me attractive. I mean my cock. Like if I were gay, would you want it?”
I hesitated. The reality was that I was twenty and I wanted every cock. And he did fall within the numbers I laid out for him earlier.
“Yeah, you got a nice cock.” I told him. He grinned and returned to watching the porn. Now we both really slowed down. Embracing this moment. I got up and grabbed some lube from my side of the room, I poured some in my hand and rubbed it all over my cock and then I offered it to him, and he took it smiling. “Fuck Yeah.” We both exclaimed as our hands slid up and down our shafts.
For a few moments the only sound was the squelching of our hands as we rubbed them up and down our hard cocks. We weren’t talking anymore. The porn on both our laptops was reaching it’s conclusion. The guy was flip flopping between the two girls on John’s screen, and the hot hairy amateur on mine was about to reach his climax. I was looking back and forth between his hard cock that he was still rubbing fast, and the porn on my laptop, and surprisingly he was doing the same, taking in the masculine energy from our side-by-side stroking and watching his own porn.
John laid his head back down as his left hand massaged his boner synchronized with my right hand massaging my own. Our pace quickened as I found the rhythm that would make me cum.
John came first. He used his right hand to lift up his shirt, but it didn’t matter, his cum flew forward hitting his laptop keys first, then the floor, then the edge of the bed. He moaned as his pace slowed and his eyes closed wrapped entirely in the bliss of orgasm.
I came second. I announced that I was gonna cum, and I too lifted my shirt with my left hand, one, two, three squirts landed on my stomach, and then John’s hand fell from his shirt and landed on my leg as the fourth squirt burst all the way up to my face landing in my beard. The last of it dribbled out as I too closed my eyes.
The sound of our heavy breathing filled the room getting slower and more relaxed with every breath. I opened my eyes and he was looking at me. “Holy shit, bro.” He said, gesturing to the cum in my beard. “You’re like a fucking fountain.”
I laughed. “Yeah, that it happens sometimes.”
We both laughed and I laid my head back again, my breathing slowing back to normal. “Fuck.” I said out loud. John reached over and grabbed some tissues and we both started cleaning ourselves up. After a few minutes I threw my boxer-briefs back on to go wash up in the shower and he grabbed his laptop and moved back to his side of the room.
This was the beginning. As we both cleaned ourselves up from the first of what would become many late-night jerk sessions, I started to realize that the best sexual experiences I had ever had with another person came from mutual masturbation. Over the rest of the year, almost any time that the two of us both found ourselves alone together in our room, we would discuss porn, our sexual conquests, and ultimately end up jacking off together. We never became best friends or anything, really we didn’t really talk about anything but that, but we had some great late-night fun together. Seeing each other like that gave us both unspoken permission to sleep naked, which makes showering and getting dressed easier when you’re comfortable with each other like that. I really enjoyed our jerk off sessions but still, I wanted more.
