I’ll always remember the day I met my roommate Emmett. I was a terrified freshman moving into my fifth floor dorm, and when I walked in with all of my stuff, he was putting up a Fast & Furious poster. He had nice cheekbones and tight abs, and I knew that all of the ladies would go crazy for him. We talked about cars for hours, and I knew we would get along after that.
But we did more than just get along. We became best friends. We did everything together. We were beer pong champions but could also get quiet and study for midterms without distracting each other too much. We shared hookups with random chicks, which we decided immediately wasn’t weird. We became known as the best buds on campus.
About halfway through our first year, Emmett and I stopped keeping secrets from each other. We decided that if we were close enough to spit-roast a slutty pledge on the veranda of her sorority house in front of hundreds of drunk pupils, then we didn’t have to make jerking off some big secret. It was just something that men did, and there was no reason to be ashamed of it.
We started out by sharing a TV screen for our porn, looking for the hottest Brazzers video so we could quickly get off before a campus party. We had no idea that this was a slippery slope, but I can’t bring myself to regret what came next.
“She is so fucking hot,” I grunt, tugging on my cock. There’s a video of a petite Asian woman on the screen, sucking some guy off through a glory hole. We sit naked on my bed with the doors locked and the lights dimmed. This had become our little pre-party routine.
“Yeah,” Emmett agrees, pulling my own skin back and forth. “Do you think she’d give good head?”
“Nah,” I said. Our panting breaths harmonize together as we both stroke our lengths. I couldn’t stop listening to him. Was that weird?
I feel like I should say something. “She’s putting on such a show.” I lick my bottom lip. “Hot as fuck to watch, though.”
“Yeah,” he agrees again, but he seems distracted.
“Hey Kev?” he asks me. I hum, not ready to stop jerking off to the petite Asian woman takes the man in, fast and messy.
“Have you ever thought about how it would feel to fuck another dude before?” he asks, and I stop cold. I feel like ice water has been poured down my spine. Did he really just ask that?
I meet his gaze. Our eyes lock, and I notice how beautiful his blue irises are for perhaps the first time. My lips part as I try to say something, but all I can do is stare.
“I haven’t,” I croaked out. It wasn’t exactly the truth, but it wasn’t a lie, either. It’s not like he jerked off to men, but the few times he’d seen gay porn, it sure seemed like everyone was having a good time. I wondered what it would feel like to have my member in such a tight hole, the hole of a man.
Emmett turned off the television and turned around to face me on the bed. “I’m just saying, man. I’m not gay or anything, but like, we totally know what gets each other off.”
I nod. I had seen have sex and jerk off enough to know exactly what pushed his buttons. But would I know what to do if we…
“I just think, as dudes, wouldn’t it be cool to try it out from someone who knows exactly what we want?” he asked. His voice was shaking a little bit, making it obvious that this wasn’t the first time he thought about this. If I was honest, I sometimes thought about what it would be like if the girl we were Eiffel Towering went away and left us to our own devices.
I smile and shrug my shoulders with a small laugh, trying to act casual.
“Hey, man,” I say. “If you’re down for it, I mean, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it before.”
We laugh together this time. It’s a little awkward, but a little hopeful, too. Did we really just agree to this?
“I mean, as long as we don’t tell anyone,” I clarify. I knew I wasn’t gay; I definitely loved pussy. But it occurred to me that maybe we were both…something. Did straight guys talk like this?”
“Oh, for sure, man,” Emmett says, waving one hand. “No homo.”
We both giggle sheepishly. “Alright, cool.” There was no time like the present, right? I leaned back onto my elbows, gritting my teeth in anticipation. I’d always wanted college to be a time of experimentation. Even if this wasn’t originally what I’d anticipated, there was no one I trusted on this campus more than Emmett.
It takes a moment, but Emmett lays back as well, and suddenly his hand is on my cock. I hold back a gasp and reach down between his warm legs, unable to help myself, suddenly so needy. I trace two fingertips up his inner thigh, and he lifts his knee to give me easier access.
His grasp on my prick was firm and assertive, but I knew there were miles to go before I could come. I took a deep breath and pushed my fingers in between his warm cheeks.
I wonder how it feels, but maybe that’s a sensation for a later day. I stroke his hole while he tugs my shaft. We’re exploring each other, a new type of body, a new type of connection. I tease his entrance and he groans, possibly the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Girls were always so enthusiastic and over the top with their moans, but his were completely authentic, totally pure.
He grinds up against me while still giving me the best handjob of my life. The motion pushes my fingers more firmly around his entrance and he groans again. I notice that his handjob is becoming wetter as I leak precum onto his hand.
“Jesus,” I whisper. “You’re good at this.”
He laughs, his smile lighting up the room. But then he starts letting out small, lustful sighs as he continues to grind against my fingertips.
I decide it’s time. I push my finger into his hole with a slow force, sinking into him. I go deeper and deeper until I’m up to my knuckle. I’m worried I’ve gone too far, but he sighs out with pleasure. I twist my hand, feeling around his walls, the warmth too much to bear. He’s squirming underneath me now. I want to be inside him.
“Come here,” I coo and wrap my legs around his hips. I knew enough about how this worked to not go in raw. I shove two fingers into my mouth, covering them with spit. I make eye contact with him, and his cock pulses and bounces in the air, eager to be satisfied.
“You sure you want this?” I ask, covering my member with the hot spit.
He nods, quivering with eagerness. I know this is a place we could never come back from, but I was more than ready to enjoy the trip.
I pin his legs to his chest with one arm while I finger the entrance to his rim, lubing it up for my thick load. I line my cock up with the opening and with a deep breath, I slowly begin to squeeze my tip within his pulsating rim.
It feels like fireworks. I’m opening him up, sinking into him, but there’s a tenderness to it. I want to be fully inside, but I don’t want to hurt my best friend. I go as slowly as I can, listening to his groans as I proceed.
When he doesn’t seem to be in pain any longer, I try moving in and out of his hole, my cock slipping deeper and deeper with each stroke. I groan, looking at the way my prick split him in two so sensually.
“Damn, that’s hot,” I said. I picked up speed now, bucking my hips over and over again. I was honest to god fucking my best friend…and it felt so good.
“Your cock feels insane,” he moans. He’s squirming under me as he takes my whole cock inside his needy hole. My balls slap against his ass as I keep going, picking up speed as my need increases.
I grunt and pant as I hold myself tightly against him. I knew he had to come first; I wanted to bring him the ultimate pleasure with my big fat cock. I ground against the walls of his asshole, moaning the whole way. I could not longer control myself. The need was too great.
“Oh, shit,” he pants. “Man, I’m gonna come.”
If it was possible, I felt my dick grow harder. “Come for me. I want to see your load.”
I continue to pump into him, working hard to bring my friend over the edge. It takes only a few seconds for him to submit to my demands as he releases ropes and ropes of cum with a roaring moan. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that. When I came, my semen was mostly an inconvenience, something to be cleaned up or taken care of at a Planned Parenthood. But looking at his…I couldn’t wait until I could taste it.
I growl deeply at his climax, and can feel myself swelling inside his ravaged entrance. I thrust my hips relentlessly and mercilessly.
“Oh, shit,” I sigh. “I think I’m going to come as well, dude.” He bounces himself on my shaft, and it’s enough to push me over the edge. My body stiffens.
“Fuck, here it comes!” I cry. My thick cock starts to spasm inside his tight little asshole, bursts filling him to the brim. I dig my fingers tightly into his legs, feeling like I need to be tethered to the spot so I don’t float away in ecstasy. My eyes are clamped shut, and I keep pushing into him as my spurts slow.
This was unlike anything I’d ever experienced with anyone else. It was silent again, and I hoped things wouldn’t be awkward. I wanted to tell him that we never had to do it again if he didn’t want to, even though that’s all I wanted to do.
I leave my cock inside him, and we both take the time to catch our breaths. I’m looking at his face for some indication of how he’s feeling, and he’s the first to smile, and I immediately grin back.
“That…was…awesome!” I laugh. I pull out of him slowly and wipe the sweat that has formed on my forehead.
“Dude!” he agrees, falling down onto the mattress.
I raise my hand in the air and we slap a lazy high-five, then I collapse into the mattress. We stare up at the ceiling, letting everything that had happened sink in. I knew I never wanted it to end.
“Bro,” I sighed, trying to let him know how I felt in a single word.
“Bro,” he agrees.
It was almost time for the frat party, but if I got my way, we wouldn’t be bringing any girls to our bed tonight.
They say that college gives you life experiences that you will never forget. I used to hear it all the time, however it wasn’t until I moved into my fifth floor dorm room that it all started to make sense. It was here that I met my roommate, Kevin, who gave me enough wild, crazy, cock throbbing experiences to last me a lifetime.
We did everything together. From studying for midterms, becoming beer-pong champions, sharing hook ups with random chicks and everything in between; we were partners in crime and quickly became known as the best buds on campus. About midway through our first year, Kevin and I had grown comfortable enough with each other that there wasn’t a single secret that we’d keep from each other. We decided that if we were close enough to spit-roast a slutty pledge on the veranda of her frat house, in front of hundreds of drunk pupils, then even jerking off wasn’t something we’d keep to ourselves.
From what had started as the initiative to share a television screen as we searched for the hottest Brazzers porno so we could quickly get off before a campus party, became something entirely different by the time the college year had come to an end.
“She is so fucking hot,” he grunted, tugging on his cock as we watch a video of a petite Asian woman who was sucking off some dude through a glory hole. We sit naked on my bed, doors locked and lights dimmed after showering for the party.
“Yeah,” I agreed, pulling my own foreskin back and forth, “Do you think she’d give good head?” I ask.
“Nah,” he replies, panting breaths filling the hot dorm room whilst we pull on our lengths over and over.
“She’s putting on such a show,” he continues, licking his bottom lip as he focuses on the video. “Hot as fuck to watch, though.”
“Yeah,” I agree again. “Hey, Kev?” I ask, feeling like kicking our jerk session up a notch.
He hums, staring at the TV screen as the petite Asian bops her head fast and messily.
“Have you ever thought about how it would feel to fuck another dude before?” I swallow, a sudden realisation settling over me that the question may have been a bit much.
He stops tugging on his length, looking away from the video to meet my gaze. Our eyes lock and for the first time since I knew him, Kevin looked at me with a hunger I had never seen before. His lips part and whilst my heart begins to beat out of my chest, he finally replies.
“I haven’t.” He croaked, not a single judgement passing his gaze with the answer. It was a relief that washed over me, an open-ended reply that dared me to push it even further. I turn off the television, twisting around to face him on the bed as I continue.
“I’m just saying, man,” I retort, shrugging nonchalantly, “I’m not gay or anything, but like, we totally know what gets each other off.” I continue. Kevin nods subtly, running the notion through his head as he shifts to face me.
“I just think, as dudes, wouldn’t it be cool to try it out from someone who knows exactly what we want?” I let the question sink in, the wild idea flooding both of our minds with a possibility that we’ve thought about many times before now.
He smiles with a chuffed grin, a low huff falling from his mouth as he shrugs his shoulders with a small laugh.
“Hey, man,” he chimes, “If you’re down for it, I mean, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it before.” We both laugh, letting the slight awkwardness nestle in, deciding that we may as well give it a go.
“I mean, as long as we don’t tell anyone,” he continues.
“Oh, for sure, man.” I assure him. “No homo,” I laugh and we both giggle sheepishly.
“Alright, cool,” he announces and leans back onto his elbows without another word. This was college and Kevin and I were closer to each other than anyone else. If there was ever a time for experimenting for the sake of getting off, this was the perfect excuse- and I think deep down, we always knew that.
I nod my head and lay back as well, shifting onto one elbow as I reach over to his hard, veiny member.
Wrapping my fist around his cock, I squeezed tightly as Kevin began to smooth his hand between my warm legs. It all felt so new and exciting and somehow natural at the same time. He slowly trailed two fingertips up my inner thigh and I lean back, lifting my knee to give him more room.
His hairy chest heaved beautiful with each stroke of his girth, our eyes locking as he nervously pushes his fingers between my warm cheeks.
I hiccup at the feeling of his hot fingers stroking along my hole, tiny flicks as we slowly explore each other. I pull on his shaft with long, steady tugs and he lets out a quiet sigh, his shaky breaths only turning me on even more. I instinctively grind up against him and the motion pushes his fingertips firmly around the entrance of my tiny hole. I groan from the sweet pressure, revelling from his touch and the arousal that leaked from his knob, seeping into my grip as I pull on him over and over again.
“Jesus,” he whispers, a gorgeous smile encasing his close features. “You’re good at this.”
I let out a light laugh, falling back into small, lustful sighs as I continue to grind against his fingertips. He pushes his finger into my hole with a slow force, sinking into my until he was knuckle deep inside me throbbing entrance. I sigh out with pleasure whilst he twists his hand, feeling around my walls before working in a second finger. The pressure of his fingers held a glorious elation that had me squirming beneath him.
My grasp tightened. Kevin lets out a low rumble, shifting suddenly as his fingertips pull away from me and he pulls himself up.
“Come here,” he coos and lifts my legs, shifting to his knees as he wraps my legs around his hips. He shoves two fingers into his mouth, spitting and slobbering onto his hand as he stares down at me with a fierce hunger. I lay onto my back, gazing back at him as my hard cock pulses and bounces in the air, eager to be satiated.
“You sure you want to do this?” He asked, bringing his wet hand down to cover his hot member in wet spit.
I nod, silently quivering as I eagerly wait to finally feel his girth inside me.
He pins my legs to his chest with one arm, fingering the entrance of my rim with his wet fingertips, lubing it up for his thick load. I moan with an uncontrolled whimper, his touch sending sparks of pleasure to dance through my sensitive nerves.
He levels his round knob at my hole, reaching spitting onto his girth once more, before slowly beginning to squeeze his tip within my pulsating rim. He opens me up, patiently sinking into me as I let out a choked, heavy groan, letting the painful sensation wash over me. I reach down, pulling my cheeks open for him, whilst he pushes further in. His shaft massages against my sensitive walls and I become a chaotic mess of pain and pleasure, wanting to instantly come all over myself. Moving back and forth, he slides his thick cock in and out of my hole, inching in slightly further each time with ease. He lets out a shaky groan, staring down at his impossibly hard length as he sinks back into me.
“Damn that’s hot” Kevin grits out as he bucks his hips over and over again.
Inching further and further, Kevin slides into me continuously, stretching me to the point of pain as he stares down at where he became lost in me, utterly fixated on the erotic image.
I felt so full; every inch of him pressing on my insides, thrusting with wet slaps over and over whilst he begins to fuck me. His girth was so thrilling, grinding on sensations I had never felt before as my cock throbbed and bounced in the air with each stroke.
“Your cock feels insane,” I moan and squirm as he thrusts once more and I take him all the way.
He picks up speed, steadying his pace with harsh thrusts whilst he starts to pound his hips against the my cheeks and my legs slap loudly against his body. He works hisself into my rim relentlessly, grunting and panting as he holds me tightly against him. His girth was the most intense and thrilling sensation, grinding against my walls in the most delicious ways. My hard length throbs with an aching need, arousal dripping from my knob as a mind-blowing tug begins to form deep inside me.
“Oh, shit,” I pant, moaning as I drool uncontrollably, taking in his overwhelming size.
“Man, I’m gonna come.” I admit, unable to hold in this intense feeling pulling from my greedy hole.
“Come for me. I want to see your load.” He grunts as he continues to pound into me, his thick shaft working wonders inside my throbbing arse. I let go with his command, a powerful surge rippling through me as I finally release and my come bursts onto my stomach, spitting onto my skin as my limbs stiffen and I let out a roaring moan.
Kev stares down at the wet come with a wild gaze, the heat of the moment flipping a relentless switch in him as he growls deeply from my climax.
I could feel him begin to swell inside my ravished entrance as he thrusts his hips relentlessly against my cheeks.
“Oh shit,” he sighs, “I think I’m going to come as well, dude.” I keep bouncing myself onto his pulsing shaft, groaning at his admissions as his body stiffens beneath me.
“Fuck, here it comes!” he cries. Kevin’s thick cock starts to spasm inside my tight rim, impossible bursts of come filling my insides in waves. He digs his fingers into my legs tightly whilst he unloads into me, filling me up with his warm release. He pushes hisself into me with sloppy thrusts, eyes clamped shut as he unleashes his load with an overwhelming elation. I tremble with each push, the ripples of my own climax still trembling through me unlike anything else I had ever experienced.
As a thick silence returned to the room, Kevin slowly opens his eyes, leaving his cock inside me as we hazily catch our breaths. I smile first, an unfathomed grin spreading across my face as we both stare at each other. With small pants, he bares his own toothy smirk.
“That…was…awesome!” he laughs, pulling out of me slowly as he wipes a thick band of sweat form his forehead.
“Dude!” I agree, letting my trembling legs fall onto the mattress.
He lifts his hand in the air and I slap him a lazy high-five, before he collapses onto the mattress beside me. We stare up at the ceiling, eyes wide as we let the incredible experience sink in.
“Bro’.” Kevin sighs, the single word enough to let me know how amazing he felt.
“Bro’.” I reply, ready to do it all over again.