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“I’m so fucked, bro” Cole groaned, as I held his muscular arm over my shoulders and attempted to get him back to our dorm room. “Like fucked fucked”.
“Really?” I grunted, taking almost all of his weight, “I hadn’t noticed”.
It was after midnight and the celebrations hadn’t stopped since earlier in the day. Cole was beyond drunk, and I wasn’t too sober, myself.
“Did you see Rebecca?” He asked, grinning to himself as he swayed back and forth. “Man, she looked hot tonight”.
“Yeah” I replied, more focused on getting the intoxicated football player home than talking about one of the many women that he had the hots for.
“I bet she has a great pussy” he said, “you know, like one of those smooth, tight–”
“I’m sure she does” I interrupted, finally getting him inside the building. The stairs, however, proved to be a much more difficult task, and by the time I got him into our dorm room, I was exhausted.
Despite losing the bet, the night had been pretty good. After fetching Cole a few beers and being forced to get some chick’s phone number for him, he seemed to forget about our little arrangement, which was fine by me.
“Did you see Rebecca tonight, bro?” He asked again, and I rolled my eyes as I lay down on my bed, watching him in the darkness.
“Yes” I replied, again.
“She’s so fuckin’ hot, holy shit”.
Cole continued to mumble to himself as he peeled his shirt over his head. I could do little else but watch him, and as soon as my eyes landed on his smooth, muscular torso, I felt the uncomfortable twitch in my dick. I took a deep breath and tried to forget about it.
“Have I fucked her before?” He asked, kicking his shoes across the room.
“Yeah, I think so” I said, though my mind was trailing off as my roommate slid his shorts down his impressive legs, revealing a pair of tight, white boxer briefs that left little to my imagination.
“Was she good?” He hiccuped.
“I don’t know, man” I said, as my eyes shot back and forth to his crotch. “I wasn’t there”.
He snorted with laughter and before I had a chance to even comprehend what he was doing, Cole’s underwear was flying across the room and landing near his shoes. I gawped at the sight.
Cole wasn’t exactly modest. If the stories from his teammate’s on the football team were true, then he was actually quite the nudist, but this was the first time that I’d seen him naked, and now I fully understood why the women on campus couldn’t get enough of him.
The young man looked like a statue as he stood there. The muscle in his body was sharp and defined, but it was his large cock that tied it all together. Even soft, the thing was huge. It hung down over a set of large, heavy looking balls, and was topped by a small dash of neat pubic hair. It was thick and meaty, with a tight cut and a large, pink helmet, and almost instantly, my own one began to throb.
“It’s fuckin’ warm in here” he mumbled, “are you warm?”
I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t find the words to say as I gawped at his perfect body. I simply watched him as he walked over to the window, completely naked, and yanked it open.
“That’s better” he sighed, and now I had the perfect view of his rounded, bubble butt, and that most certainly didn’t help my erection. By the time my roommate lay on his bed, I was desperate to cum.
“Night, bro” he said, turning toward me and closing his eyes, which allowed me to stare at his chunky cock once more. It hung down against his thigh, and my mouth almost watered.
“G… Goodnight” I managed, and then his eyes darted open, and I looked away just as fast.
“Oh, and don’t think I’ve forgotten about our bet” he grinned, which made my heart thump in my chest. “Sleep tight”.
I didn’t sleep much that night. For the first hour or two, I tossed and turned and couldn’t help but steal glances of my naked roommate at every possible opportunity. Admittedly, I was desperate to see him hard, but it didn’t happen. Whether it was the alcohol or something else, Cole remained flaccid until I eventually fell asleep, and even then, I was restless.
Something was happening in my brain. Something that I couldn’t explain, and something that I was becoming increasingly worried about. Sure, Cole was a handsome guy, but why was I beginning to view him in a different way?
I’d always been able to appreciate a good looking dude. It certainly wasn’t gay to admit that, but whatever I was feeling for Cole, was making me more and more nervous. What type of straight guy spends half of the night trying to catch sight of his roommate’s erection?
When I woke, my eyes were stinging and my head was pounding. Thankfully, it was Sunday, which meant that I didn’t need to jump out of bed and run to a class, so I lay there, eyes closed, as the memories of the day before began to flood back to me.
I was Cole’s slave. He’d made it quite clear the night before that he hadn’t forgotten about it, which meant that I’d spend the next week cleaning up his mess and enduring the humiliation that went along with it. On top of that, I also had to contend with the fact that my body was responding to him in ways that I wasn’t particularly happy about, and as soon as I began to think about that, my eyes opened and I slyly turned over, hoping to get another look. Much to my disappointment, however, Cole was gone.
“You need to stop this” I said to myself, eventually crawling from my bed and standing in the bathroom. “You’re not gay and you never will be” I said to the mirror. “You were drunk. That’s all, just drunk”.
I stripped down and took a shower to clear my head. Part of me envied Cole for being such a gym-rat. Despite his certain hangover, he was likely halfway through a gym session, and each time I imagined him working up a sweat, my cock began to rise.
“Fucking stop!” I hissed, slapping my own dick as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I was becoming more and more frustrated by the second.
As I walked back to the bedroom, the door opened behind me and I winced. Unlike Cole, I was modest, and despite the fact that I was covered with a towel, I still felt a tingle of embarrassment as my roommate walked in and slapped my wet back.
“Morning, sunshine!” He beamed, as the beautiful stench of fresh sweat wafted over me. It was warm and delicious, and I had to quickly hurry toward my bed to avoid him seeing the growing mound under the towel. “Sore head?”
“How do you not have a sore head?” I groaned, keeping my back to him.
“Ain’t got time for hangovers” he said, stretching his perfect body. “The gym waits for no man, my guy”.
I rolled my eyes. He was always full of positivity in the morning, which often made me sick. I grabbed the clothes that I needed and headed back toward the bathroom to get dressed.
“Wait” he said, sitting on his bed. I stopped and turned to him, and he nodded back toward my own bed. Reluctantly, I returned.
“What is it?” I asked, eager to get dressed.
“Did you have a good time yesterday?” He asked, and although we were close and regularly had chats about all sorts of things, the question seemed odd.
“Uh, yeah?” I replied, “I guess, why?”
Cole shrugged his broad shoulders, but I knew there was something else going on in his head. He was trying to hide a smile, and something about that was making me nervous.
“No reason” he said, “I was just wondering”.
“Right” I eventually said, and headed toward the bathroom once more.
“Wait” he said again, and I rolled my eyes and spun back around.
“What is it, man?” I asked, quite sharply, “I want to get dressed”.
“Remember our deal?” He said, which immediately sent a shiver of excited dread through my wet body.
“Huh?” I replied, trying to play it cool, “oh, yeah, what about it?”
Cole’s eyes narrowed and I swallowed a lump in my throat as I watched him plotting. When his grin appeared, I knew that something wasn’t right.
“We said anything, right?” He asked, and still trying to act casual, I shrugged my shoulders and nodded.
“Yeah” I replied, “anything”.
He thought about it again. Was I going insane or did he look as though he had ideas that I most certainly wasn’t expecting?
“Cool” he eventually said, and put his feet up on his bed.
“Is that all?” I asked, almost relieved. Cole nodded his head and smiled, but when I took one more stop toward the bathroom, he cleared his throat.
“Drop the towel” he said, and my eyes widened.
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“I’m so fucked, bro” Cole groaned, as I held his muscular arm over my shoulders and attempted to get him back to our dorm room. “Like fucked fucked”.
“Really?” I grunted, taking almost all of his weight, “I hadn’t noticed”.
It was after midnight and the celebrations hadn’t stopped since earlier in the day. Cole was beyond drunk, and I wasn’t too sober, myself.
“Did you see Rebecca?” He asked, grinning to himself as he swayed back and forth. “Man, she looked hot tonight”.
“Yeah” I replied, more focused on getting the intoxicated football player home than talking about one of the many women that he had the hots for.
“I bet she has a great pussy” he said, “you know, like one of those smooth, tight–”
“I’m sure she does” I interrupted, finally getting him inside the building. The stairs, however, proved to be a much more difficult task, and by the time I got him into our dorm room, I was exhausted.
Despite losing the bet, the night had been pretty good. After fetching Cole a few beers and being forced to get some chick’s phone number for him, he seemed to forget about our little arrangement, which was fine by me.
“Did you see Rebecca tonight, bro?” He asked again, and I rolled my eyes as I lay down on my bed, watching him in the darkness.
“Yes” I replied, again.
“She’s so fuckin’ hot, holy shit”.
Cole continued to mumble to himself as he peeled his shirt over his head. I could do little else but watch him, and as soon as my eyes landed on his smooth, muscular torso, I felt the uncomfortable twitch in my dick. I took a deep breath and tried to forget about it.
“Have I fucked her before?” He asked, kicking his shoes across the room.
“Yeah, I think so” I said, though my mind was trailing off as my roommate slid his shorts down his impressive legs, revealing a pair of tight, white boxer briefs that left little to my imagination.
“Was she good?” He hiccuped.
“I don’t know, man” I said, as my eyes shot back and forth to his crotch. “I wasn’t there”.
He snorted with laughter and before I had a chance to even comprehend what he was doing, Cole’s underwear was flying across the room and landing near his shoes. I gawped at the sight.
Cole wasn’t exactly modest. If the stories from his teammate’s on the football team were true, then he was actually quite the nudist, but this was the first time that I’d seen him naked, and now I fully understood why the women on campus couldn’t get enough of him.
The young man looked like a statue as he stood there. The muscle in his body was sharp and defined, but it was his large cock that tied it all together. Even soft, the thing was huge. It hung down over a set of large, heavy looking balls, and was topped by a small dash of neat pubic hair. It was thick and meaty, with a tight cut and a large, pink helmet, and almost instantly, my own one began to throb.
“It’s fuckin’ warm in here” he mumbled, “are you warm?”
I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t find the words to say as I gawped at his perfect body. I simply watched him as he walked over to the window, completely naked, and yanked it open.
“That’s better” he sighed, and now I had the perfect view of his rounded, bubble butt, and that most certainly didn’t help my erection. By the time my roommate lay on his bed, I was desperate to cum.
“Night, bro” he said, turning toward me and closing his eyes, which allowed me to stare at his chunky cock once more. It hung down against his thigh, and my mouth almost watered.
“G… Goodnight” I managed, and then his eyes darted open, and I looked away just as fast.
“Oh, and don’t think I’ve forgotten about our bet” he grinned, which made my heart thump in my chest. “Sleep tight”.
I didn’t sleep much that night. For the first hour or two, I tossed and turned and couldn’t help but steal glances of my naked roommate at every possible opportunity. Admittedly, I was desperate to see him hard, but it didn’t happen. Whether it was the alcohol or something else, Cole remained flaccid until I eventually fell asleep, and even then, I was restless.
Something was happening in my brain. Something that I couldn’t explain, and something that I was becoming increasingly worried about. Sure, Cole was a handsome guy, but why was I beginning to view him in a different way?
I’d always been able to appreciate a good looking dude. It certainly wasn’t gay to admit that, but whatever I was feeling for Cole, was making me more and more nervous. What type of straight guy spends half of the night trying to catch sight of his roommate’s erection?
When I woke, my eyes were stinging and my head was pounding. Thankfully, it was Sunday, which meant that I didn’t need to jump out of bed and run to a class, so I lay there, eyes closed, as the memories of the day before began to flood back to me.
I was Cole’s slave. He’d made it quite clear the night before that he hadn’t forgotten about it, which meant that I’d spend the next week cleaning up his mess and enduring the humiliation that went along with it. On top of that, I also had to contend with the fact that my body was responding to him in ways that I wasn’t particularly happy about, and as soon as I began to think about that, my eyes opened and I slyly turned over, hoping to get another look. Much to my disappointment, however, Cole was gone.
“You need to stop this” I said to myself, eventually crawling from my bed and standing in the bathroom. “You’re not gay and you never will be” I said to the mirror. “You were drunk. That’s all, just drunk”.
I stripped down and took a shower to clear my head. Part of me envied Cole for being such a gym-rat. Despite his certain hangover, he was likely halfway through a gym session, and each time I imagined him working up a sweat, my cock began to rise.
“Fucking stop!” I hissed, slapping my own dick as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I was becoming more and more frustrated by the second.
As I walked back to the bedroom, the door opened behind me and I winced. Unlike Cole, I was modest, and despite the fact that I was covered with a towel, I still felt a tingle of embarrassment as my roommate walked in and slapped my wet back.
“Morning, sunshine!” He beamed, as the beautiful stench of fresh sweat wafted over me. It was warm and delicious, and I had to quickly hurry toward my bed to avoid him seeing the growing mound under the towel. “Sore head?”
“How do you not have a sore head?” I groaned, keeping my back to him.
“Ain’t got time for hangovers” he said, stretching his perfect body. “The gym waits for no man, my guy”.
I rolled my eyes. He was always full of positivity in the morning, which often made me sick. I grabbed the clothes that I needed and headed back toward the bathroom to get dressed.
“Wait” he said, sitting on his bed. I stopped and turned to him, and he nodded back toward my own bed. Reluctantly, I returned.
“What is it?” I asked, eager to get dressed.
“Did you have a good time yesterday?” He asked, and although we were close and regularly had chats about all sorts of things, the question seemed odd.
“Uh, yeah?” I replied, “I guess, why?”
Cole shrugged his broad shoulders, but I knew there was something else going on in his head. He was trying to hide a smile, and something about that was making me nervous.
“No reason” he said, “I was just wondering”.
“Right” I eventually said, and headed toward the bathroom once more.
“Wait” he said again, and I rolled my eyes and spun back around.
“What is it, man?” I asked, quite sharply, “I want to get dressed”.
“Remember our deal?” He said, which immediately sent a shiver of excited dread through my wet body.
“Huh?” I replied, trying to play it cool, “oh, yeah, what about it?”
Cole’s eyes narrowed and I swallowed a lump in my throat as I watched him plotting. When his grin appeared, I knew that something wasn’t right.
“We said anything, right?” He asked, and still trying to act casual, I shrugged my shoulders and nodded.
“Yeah” I replied, “anything”.
He thought about it again. Was I going insane or did he look as though he had ideas that I most certainly wasn’t expecting?
“Cool” he eventually said, and put his feet up on his bed.
“Is that all?” I asked, almost relieved. Cole nodded his head and smiled, but when I took one more stop toward the bathroom, he cleared his throat.
“Drop the towel” he said, and my eyes widened.
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