My College Roommate Set Up a Masturbation Station

Everyone is 18.

Freshman year, my college roommate, Bret was very free spirited, kind of a skinny skater boy. On move-in day, I caught him naked, clearly amid an act of self-enjoyment. He didn't even care that I walked in, and somehow I was the embarrassed one. Everything was normal for the rest of the day, unless you count the rampant nudity. I learned way too much about his grooming details, how tight he keeps his bush, which razor he uses for his balls vs his face. How big his dick is, soft vs hard, how he compares to his brothers. Apparently he's bigger than his older brother but smaller than his younger brother, unless you count girth, in which case he's the biggest of them all. I hated that I learned all these things, but he never shut up about stuff like that.

The next day I needed a charger when mine broke, and he was gone. I rifled through his desk a bit until I stumbled open something crazy. There was weird thing strapped to the underside of his desk. The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was pure dick. I recoiled when I saw it, and after a moment I realized it was some sort of fuck toy. It was clearly made to stick your dick into, and it was invisible unless you bent down and looked underneath the desk. The weird thing is, we are freshman. We are sharing a single room, and he made very little effort to hide the set up. 

I heard the door unlock, and scampered back over to my side of the room, picking up my phone and looking invested in reels before he walked in. In his normal fashion, he dropped his bag, was nude within a minute and stretching his arms to the ceiling. I couldn't help but look at him differently now. He really did have a thick dong, a real pussy buster. He dropped his arms and scratched his balls, doing a quick pull and twist on his scrotum before plopping down on his bed, opening his laptop and putting on his big headphones.

I had become accustomed to tuning him out, but the fact that he was such a gooner that he had set up some masturbation station, made my mind race with curiosity.

The next time I was alone, I had to check it out again. As soon as he walked out, I scurried over to his desk. I hadn’t even noticed before, but among his lotions and stuff on his desk was an actual bottle of lube. I’d never even seen lube in real life before.

After some inspection, and playing with the little buttons on the fuck tube, I realized that he had clamped a literal vibrating fleshlight underneath his desk, but it’s the kind that actually moves up and down and strokes you. I lost my better judgement, got naked, raised the seat, and stuck my dick in it. I pushed the buttons and let it do all the work while I opened my phone and skipped straight to the hardcore shit on my hidden tabs. I was literally moaning in seconds, even though I never normally made noises like that, even when I had gotten blowjobs from girls. In probably two minutes I was cumming. I started to pull away and clean up, but realized I was still hard as hell, so I stuck it back in. My sweaty ass was quivering on his chair as I played with the functions on the toy, letting it go on ultra-fast pumping mode, jerking my dick loudly and making squishing sounds that they could probably hear next door. I used it for probably five minutes, getting to the edge repeatedly, but learning how to make it stop before I spilled again. 

I went for this one ASMR type video, where the girl is whispering jerk off instructions into your ear, and that’s the one I knew I wanted to cum to. I threw in my airpods and turned on the slow setting, just like she told me. My cock, a good, larger than average size, was getting worked the fuck out by this new toy. I was already looking forward to using this thing all year, hoping Bret would be gone a lot.

The toy was loud, my porn was playing in my airpods, and I was tuned the fuck out in fucking goon heaven. I didn’t even realize that I had no idea how long Bret was going to be gone.

So, naturally, I was startled beyond reason when a hand appeared in my field of view, waving to get my attention. Bret was standing right next to me, smiling his ass off, his shirt already removed as he reached for his pants to drop them as well. I was caught, there was nothing I could do, and he didn’t seem to mind.

“You like the jerk station, bro?” he asked, excited like he was happy I enjoyed his little invention.

My dick was still inside the toy, but I had turned the moving parts off, so I was basically just soaking in it.

“Pretty embarrassing,” I said, “but yeah, it’s fucking cool.”

If he had no shame, I didn’t see why I should have any. I wasn’t sure what I was doing frozen like that, but part of me thought he was just going to leave the room, or at least turn around. He didn’t do either.

Instead, he dropped his pants, flopping out his thick, half hard piece of meat. “I opened the app for the milker 9000 before I came in here, and I saw you were using it.”

My face couldn’t turn more red than it already was, but the nerves went through my body. “Sorry…”

“All good, man,” he said, “I was wondering if you even had a dick down there!”

I chuckled nervously, my hard dick throbbing in the silicone cocoon, still wondering what was going to happen. I watched as he kicked his shorts away, grabbed the chair from my desk and rolled it over next to me, and plopped his naked, white butt down next to me. Our legs were touching, but I didn’t move, because I was too horny and too open to weirdness. 

“Check it out,” he said, then moved a little strap, and brought the toy, with my dick still in it, out closer to the edge of the desk. He reached down and lowered my seat slightly, then, to my surprise, horror, and also thrilling curiosity, he rolled his chair forward, and aimed his dick into the same silicone cock sleeve I was already in.

That should’ve been the line for me, but as soon as I felt the heat from his large, thick shaft press against mine, I wanted to see where things would go. 

He opened his laptop on the desk, and opened a minimized browser tab.

“So yeah, I control this shit with an app on my phone or this deal on the computer,” he said, showing the little controls in the corner of the screen. “I like to put on my big headphones, zone out while flipping manically through different porn videos, and just changing the setting for the stroker to edge and not cum too quick. I can go on for hours sometimes.”

He said all this while stuffing his dick next to mine in the toy. As soon as I felt it, I was hooked.

“This is… different,” I said, unsure how gay this was. I was relieved when the video he clicked was a busty milf getting gangbanged by some frat boys.

“Nice,” I said, and settled in as he turned on the stroker. On the slow setting our dicks rubbed against each other in dizzying waves. It was so fun doing this with another guy, especially one as relaxed as Bret.

We were pressed tightly together, one of his legs over mine as the stroker basically sucked both of our dicks together. I told him when I was close and he adjusted the setting immediately on the screen, like it was second nature to him. I could tell he wanted it to go faster, and he started humping the toy, his body rubbing up against mine in the process. I started pinching my nipples, and running my hands over my body. I never grew much body hair, and neither had he. The videos he showed me were next level crazy, not even all of it was really porn. One was just a picture of some anime girl, and a guy jerking off onto it. He called it a “tribute”, but I was just so turned on by doing something “naughty” with a new buddy that I even found that hot too. 

“We should tribute some real girls together,” I said.

“Yeah we could really drench some sorority sluts. Let’s go party tonight,” he said back between breaths.

“Hell yeah,” I said, and I reached an arm around him for balance.I felt the muscles in his body tense under my arm.

He took my hand that was around him, and dragged it to his chest. I twisted his sweaty nipple, and he closed his eyes, like he was holding in a moan.

“Let it out, bro,” I said, suddenly finding within myself the power to encourage this.

He grunted, and without opening his eyes, hit a hotkey on his keyboard and turned the milker 9000 setting up to full blast. I shuddered when I realized it was going to make me cum immediately, but when I moved my hand he put it back into his nipple. He grabbed my balls with his other hand and gripped them firmly, pulling them away from my body, making me flinch and twist his nipple extra firmly. We were playing with each other’s bodies, and moaning like zombies, as he laid his head on my shoulder. Somehow, he came before me, and I felt his hot breath on my neck and the throb of his shaft against mine. I followed soon after, and our juices mixed in the toy, he changed the setting to slow mode, which milked us together, our juicy dicks turning frothy and white.

“That was awesome,” he said.

“Do you do that with your friends a lot?” I asked as I let myself slip out of the toy, our mixed cum falling out in globs onto the floor.

“Just my brothers at home,” he said, “they’re gonna miss this thing.”

“Straight up gooner bros,” I said, laughing. I got up, and bent over to look for a towel. He slapped my ass, making me stand up and tighten my butt cheeks.

I looked at him, laughing. “Do that again.”