My Nudist Roommate - Part 2

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When Troy returned later that night, you best believe I was turned over pretending to be asleep. How on earth had I allowed myself to be so foolish? Being caught jerking off was one thing, but being caught with his fucking underwear in my mouth was something else entirely.

I'd already convinced myself that his parting words to me were nothing more than a humiliation tactic. He wanted me to be embarrassed, that was all. It's not like he didn't talk about his ex girlfriends constantly, so I knew without a doubt that Troy wasn't gay.

I listened carefully as my roommate undressed in the darkness and got into bed. Despite his apparent calmness about the whole situation, I'd need to request a room change the following day. There was simply no way I could go on living with someone who had caught me doing that.

When the morning sun washed through the dorm room, I lay there at peace for a moment, until the memories of the previous evening came flooding back to me, and a punch of dread hit me in the stomach.

I'd gotten to somewhat like Troy, for more than just his looks, too. I wouldn't say we were friends, but in the weeks that I'd known him, he was nicer to me than almost everyone I knew back home. Now I'd gone and fucked it all up.

My plan was to go straight to the office that morning and request the change. I don't know what my reasoning was going to be. It's not like I could just tell them that I'd been caught sucking on Troy's underwear, but I'd cross that bridge when I got to it. I sat up in the bed, glanced over at Troy, and froze.

"It's about time" he smirked, with one arm resting behind his head, his large bicep bulging, and his other hand holding his eight inch erection at the base. He nodded at it, then wiggled the large flesh pole.

"Well come on then" he said, with a cheeky grin, "time for breakfast".

It was a trap. It was a joke. It was absurd! It was fascinating.

I stared at it, my eyes large and glaring and my morning wood getting a second lease on life. I knew my mouth was hanging open slightly, but my brain stopped working properly, and so I just waited.

"Come on" he told me, pumping it, "I have class in an hour".

I looked from his cock to his handsome face. Surely he wasn't serious?

"L... Look, Troy" I said dryly, "about last night... I... I'm really sorry, I just–"

"Bro, you sniffed my underwear, who gives a fuck?" He scoffed, "do you know how many pairs of chicks panties I've sniffed?"

I gawped at him.

"Now come over and suck me off, it's about time you loosened up a bit".

I don't know what it was, but something about the way in which he spoke confirmed that he wasn't playing with me. He didn't seem at all bothered by what had happened, and he seemed even less bothered by the fact that he was asking for a blowjob from a guy.

"Play it cool" I said to myself, "just see what happens".

I slid my legs out of the bed, breathing heavily with each passing moment, and when I stood, my boxers tented.

"Someone's happy" he grinned, and my cheeks flashed red.

I couldn't take my eyes off it. Sure, I'd seen it countless times already, I'd even watched him cum a few times, but this was different. Knowing that in just a few moments I could potentially be sucking it made me look at Troy's cock in a different light.

It was a perfect cock in all aspects. It was thick, long and smooth. Some veins bulged here and there, the faded scar from his circumcision hugged the area beneath his bulbous helmet, and attached to the base, his loose, plump balls looked snug. Most of his body was hairless, except a splash of black under his arms and a small patch of shaved hair above his cock. The sight alone was enough to cause a wet patch in my boxer shorts.

"Bro" he said as I stood over his bed, "if it's gonna' take you this long, I'd be better off just jerking it, let's go!"

I snapped from my daze and gulped as I nodded.

"Yeah" I said, unsure, "yeah, sure".

What was I supposed to do? Should I explain that I'm not gay? That I'm only doing this as a thank you for not beating the shit out of me for last night? As I considered it, I got to my knees next to his bed and realised that the game was up.

Troy knew I was gay now. What was the point in lying to him? He didn't seem to care, either, and not only did he not care, but he was actively helping me to realise just how fucking gay I was.

I reached for it sheepishly, as though I was putting my hand into a snake pit. I'd never touched a cock other than my own before, and as stupid as it sounded, I wasn't sure exactly what to expect.

He watched me carefully as he handed over his pole to me, and when I closed my fingers around it, I was sure that I'd died and gone to heaven.

I could barely get my hand all the way around. I felt it throb against my palm, and suddenly I was thankful for the incident the previous night. It wasn't a joke after all. This stunningly handsome jock type guy was letting me do this, and the thought of it sent a rush of pleasure through my cock.

I leaned forward as he relaxed in the bed, and before I knew it, my lips were closing around his warm tool, and the taste of his glans buzzed on my tongue. It was delicious, and in that moment, I knew that I would forever chase the taste of cock.

I took him further into my throat, gagging slightly as it brushed the back. It felt like a drug. Something I'd been so desperate for, and now it was here, in my fucking mouth! I mindlessly reached into my underwear and began to jerk my own throbbing member, and then felt Troy's hand on the back of my head.

He didn't have to say a word, but I knew who the dominant one was here. I sucked it like it was the last cock I'd ever suck. I licked the sensitive strip on the underside, flicked my tongue around the ridge, lapped at his slit, then took it as far as I could down my throat before breathing became impossible.

I coughed a mouthful of saliva down his pole, and with nothing but his hand, he instructed me to lick it all up, so I did. I trailed my tongue down my own spit until I reached the pool of it in the crevices of his heavy balls. I felt them tense against my tongue, so I stayed there for a while and saturated them in my mouth.

I returned to his cock a moment later, tasting the sharp flavours of his fluid as it leaked from his cumslit. I'd tasted my own before, of course, but Troy's was stronger, harsher and more manly. It was thick, too. It layered my tongue and dripped down my throat, and I was hard pressed to think of anything more delicious.

His fingers closed through my hair, taking a handful of it and jerking slightly. He wasn't exactly rough, but he was certainly firm.

Troy worked his pole deeper into my throat, seemingly impatient with my gags, and now I felt his strong hips begin to thrust into me. My eyes watered, spit and pre-cum drooled down my chin, and with his free hand, Troy smacked me firmly across the cheek.

"Keep your eyes on me when I nut in your mouth" he sneered, and in that instant, cum began to squirt from my aching prick.

As I orgasmed, it felt like a powerful electric shock ripping through my entire body. I did as I was told however, and even through the mind blowing arousal, I kept my eyes on Troy, which wasn't particularly difficult to do, anyway.

He stared at me with a look of aggressive passion, and just as I felt his cock expand between my lips, he smirked at me, and flooded my mouth in his thick, hot load.

"Swallow every drop" he grunted, fucking more cum into me, and I did.

I gulped it down hungrily, feeling it squirt against the back of my throat with force as he fed me what he had correctly termed my breakfast. If I could have this for breakfast every day for the rest of my life, I'd die happy.

The load was mammoth, larger than anything that I'd ever managed to produce, and even when I felt my stomach fill with his seed, he continued spurting it into my mouth.

I licked up what I'd missed, catching it with my tongue as it trailed down his softening cock, and when Troy's tool was spotlessly clean, he rustled my hair and grinned.

"Good boy" he said, and slid from the bed. "Do you know where my lecture room is today?" He asked, getting to his feet and walking naked toward the closet.

I remained on my knees, my mind scrambling to work out what had just happened as cum dripped from my underwear onto the floor.

"This is actually good" he continued, pulling a t-shirt on but leaving his large cock to drip, "having a cock sleeve live in the same room as me" he laughed to himself, "god damn, college is better than I expected".

I looked back at him and a smile curled on my face.

"You're telling me" I grinned.