My College Roommate

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I guess most roommates in college end up becoming friends or at least remain civil with each other, even if they don't exactly see eye to eye. Well, that wasn't really the case for Will and I. From the very first day, I knew that we'd clash.

He was a painfully snobby British guy, who seemed to only be there because his parents had forced him into it. He looked kinda' like a fairytale prince, though I didn't mean that in a flattering way. He was so stuck up his own ass that I'm surprised he lasted the whole four years with me.

Will had this thick mop of blonde hair which hung down either side of his face. Yes, he was extremely handsome, but his personality left a lot to be desired. He had these huge blue eyes and a set of brilliant white teeth that had almost certainly been paid for. He was rich too, or his family was at least.

He was a swimmer, and from what I could tell, he was probably the best swimmer in the college. He had these really broad shoulders that sunk into his chest and thinner again the lower his body went. He was muscular too, but in a lean sense rather than a shredded one. I didn't need to use my imagination to work out that he was hung like a mule either, mostly because he spent the majority of the week in nothing more than a tight fitting speedo.

I was shorter than his six foot two frame by a few inches at least, and whilst I hit the gym a couple times a week, I was nowhere near his level of fitness. I had much darker features than he did, and so in looks and personality, we were total opposites.

Will began to hook up with chicks a few months into our first year. He was nineteen at the time, and I, a year his junior. At first it didn't bother me too much, because he'd at least wait until I was out of the room, but after a few weeks, he didn't seem too bothered and would fuck the brains out of them even if I was sleeping across the dorm.

I was gay, and he was hot, but even then I found myself getting frustrated. I was a pretty modest guy, and so I never even jerked off unless I knew I wouldn't be disturbed. One such time, Will had gone off with a few of his friends, and I was left alone in the room. He'd spent the three previous nights with different girls, and I'd been forced to listen to each one, doing my best to keep my mind off it, so I was horny as fuck.

I decided to bust one out on the bed, and as soon as I squeezed my seven inch cock in my hand, I had an idea. A rush of excitement filled me as I scurried naked over to Will's laundry basket and found a pair of black boxer briefs. I took a quick glance over my shoulder and opened the crotch.

It looked like a slug had been living in them, with thick, silver streaks all along the fabric. My dick pulsed in my hand as I brought them slowly to my nose and inhaled his scent. It was a sweet yet musky smell, and my mind buzzed as I imagined his huge cock and balls rubbing against them all day.

I tongued the salty, dried pre-cum and got back onto my bed. I pumped my cock as I took more of his underwear into my mouth, arching my back as I slid my fist up and down my pole. He tasted phenomenal, and after just a few minutes, his stains had dissolved onto my tongue, and I was shooting thick ropes of creamy sperm across my budding abs.

I mopped myself up and left his underwear back where I'd found them, but in that moment I knew that I'd have to find a way to get my roommate's dick.

Will continue if the interest is there!