His name was Mark – my new college roommate from Boston. Going back east to college was my first time away from LA, and I was still surprisingly shy when meeting people considering I was pretty popular and adventurous in high school. Maybe it was because, frustratingly, I was still a virgin. I mean I’d had blow jobs and the usual makeout sessions with girlfriends, but just never really gotten the deed done.
Mark was incredibly smart, almost too smart. I really liked how normal he seemed considering he came from a rich family in New England and was going to this Ivy League… For his part, he seemed to admire me too, in a different way (more for my street smarts). I’m 5’ 10, 170 and blond / blue, so I guess I fit his image of what every LA surfer guy should be (though I confessed to him I’d never actually surfed!). I was much more experienced in most things (except sex oddly) since my parents were divorced early and drugs were rampant in the LA public schools… So Mark and I became buds – and showed each other our worlds… I got him high and taught him racquetball, he talked philosophy and helped me with Calculus… and best of all, his sexy girlfriend had a hottie friend of her own, Lisa, and I totally hooked up with her. Lisa and I hit it off and finally I was no longer a virgin – totally making up for lost time going crazy with this chick as often as I could! It was really cool…
But while having sex constantly, and I do mean constantly, it still started to seem odd to me how much I also kept noticing Mark’s sexy body too. He and I worked out at the gym together 3 or 4 times a week, which meant we often showered together. I just couldn’t seem to pull my eyes off 6’ frame. I would think all day about working out and showering together, waiting for him to be soaping his hair with his eyes closed, giving me sometimes a full minute or two to check out his nearly hair body, hot torso and strong and tight legs, oh and a huge cock that would just hang, semi-hard all the time. And he never knew I’d check him out. I don’t think ??
I was still figuring sex stuff out. I mean, Lisa was very, very sexy and we had incredible sex all the time, but still at night I often lay awake (Mark and I shared a dorm bedroom with two twin beds) watching Mark sleep, just five feet from me. I craved those moments when he would toss and turn, jostling his blankets to sometimes reveal his hot chest and or even accidentally a hint of his tight black calvin trunks on his muscular body. I felt like I could practically reach out and touch him if I wanted to. It was making me mental. I wasn’t getting any sleep. I was starting to flake out at class.
I think he might have noticed my lust or something because he started to sleep more and more fitfully. Sometimes the tension would even pull me out of my bed in my boxers, with a total hard-on, to sit on the floor by his bed, up on my knees. I would hold my hand flat, an inch over his bare pecs and glide my hovering hand down his torso and up over his underwear-clad cock, never touching his body, but still feeling its warmth. At first I often pictured gently touching his cock, but then later I started to picture actually taking that soft cock in my mouth and seeing what would happen. In fact, sometimes while my hands hovered over him he did start to get a little hard – just enough for me to wonder if he was really asleep. But he would never say anything, and each day started as if nothing odd had happened during the sleepless night. So I’d run to Lisa as fast as I could to see try to pound all this energy out of me – but nothing got rid of it.. I was obsessed…
As the hot summer nights hit, I even contrived a story about how I was a free-spirited LA guy who just had to sleep nude, it was too damn hot. He laughed and thought that was cool, and so he started to do the same. Which just made the situation worse… Now he was naked five feet away, and I daydreamed constantly of the things I could secretly do to him. If I wasn’t so chicken.
One Friday night, Mark, several friends and I all sat around our dorm room getting high, playing drinking games and laughing. I couldn’t wait for everyone to leave. It seemed to go on forever and all I could think about was going to sleep – well pretending to go to sleep. Around midnight the gang got bored and started to break up… I suggested another couple hits of pot for the road (well for their walks to their dorms). We all indulged and then the party ended – well for me actually I think it was just starting.
Mark and I went about our normal nighttime routine: brushed our teeth, watched the end of Letterman, and called it a night. But this night I guess the pot gave me guts – I was determined to do something with this obsession. Luck was with me, it was a swelteringly hot night so we would definitely follow the nude sleeping pattern… And Mark was fairly stoned, so in minutes he was out like a light. I, however, was wide awake and hard as a rock.
The craziness took over me and I found myself on the floor again, by his bedside, willing him to toss and turn a little. I even gently tugged on his light sheet to help loosen its grip on his hot chest… He sorta tussled a bit and my heart stopped as the sheet fell aside totally revealing his abs, his soft cock and the tops of his thighs.. I held my breath and waited to see if he’d move again. His breathing seemed so calm, he had to be asleep… and so I carefully leaned my head over his body, like I’d done so many times with my hands, but this time moved my mouth towards his bare cock. I was certain he’d wake up at any moment, and I was visualizing my escape route and my lame explanations, but so far he remained still…
Hovering over his dick, I ever so gently touched my tongue to the tip of his cock. His body didn’t move. Good. He was still asleep. I got a little more confident and licked a little more of his cock while my own dick raged in my boxers. I moistened my fingertips and gently slid my slippery fingers across the whole top ridge of his cock. It stirred a lot. The head throbbed a lot too. Then stillness. I waited a moment. Then took my fingertips and gently pushed his semi-hard cock upright while I lowered my wide open mouth straight down over his cock, without even touching it. Just exhaling – mouth completely down over it… His cock stirred more. It was starting to get bigger and I just kept my mouth open as wide as possible so I wouldn’t touch it – I was afraid he was going to wake. But his cock just kept growing, and soon my warm, moist mouth was completely engulfing that awesome cock as it grew to totally fill my mouth (I had to back off a bit ).
His cock grew to be a full 7” hard-on and I was basically sucking him off! I came up for air, and took my fingers away to let his dick rest back on his abs now that it was so huge… I gently licked his cock, and kept using my fingertips to lightly tease that top ridge, his head, and sometimes lightly his balls – as it just started to pulse and even stand up from his body at times… When it would stand up like that, I would ever so slowly move my mouth, lips, and tongue up and down his rock hard shaft.
His body was totally still, amazingly, and yet his cock was completely throbbing. I kept my mouth up and down motion going and used my fingertips to gently push down on the base of his dick, making it grow even bigger. It was really throbbing now. In fact, precum was dripping out and I licked it a bit to try it out -- it tasted awesome.
I looked at his face and it was the picture of peacefulness. Nothing seemed to indicate that he was in the middle of getting his rocks off by his roommate. His cock just kept pulsing and throbbing, sometimes holding a pulse for a couple seconds – I kept my mouth moving up and down, licking and sucking, knowing that this couldn’t go on much longer.
I took a break and checked him out, all up and down… Fuck… His torso seemed like it was tensed up, his sixpack was showing, his arms seemed stiff – but his eyes were still peaceful, his face blank… I hovered my hands over his body and then gently put my mouth over his cock some more, while still lightly touching his abs and then pecs with my hands… I even used a little more saliva on my roaming hand’s fingers and lightly teased one nipple – which made his cock jump straight up. I ‘might’ have even heard a tiny moan or sound – but wasn’t sure, he was otherwise totally frozen stiff and looked out solid.
It seemed like he had to be just seconds from coming – I used my fingers of one hand to hold the base of his cock gently upright while I slowly lowered my mouth over its entirety one more time and sucked on it solid. At the same time, I took my other hand and went back to teasing the top ridge of his pulsing cock when my mouth was moving up and down -- He was totally about to cum and I was keeping him right on the edge. I didn’t want it to end – If he’d been awake he probably would have been begging me in desperation by now… But he was asleep – so he just kept hovering on the edge like this, and I just keep torturing… until his breath became even more still – almost like he wasn’t breathing at all. I pulled up so that my mouth was clamped down on just the top half of his cock, twirled my tongue all around on his ridge, and just hovered… ten more seconds of tongue twirling like that and his cock exploded – shot after shot of hot cum, down my throat. Not a sound. Just pulses of cum. And it went on for like 8 or 9 full pulses as I tried to swallow up all the evidence and wait for the moment to pass.
His cock continued to throb even though nothing more was shooting out, and I continued to gently engulf him until I was sure the moment had passed and there was nothing to spill on the bed. I pulled off slowly, gave him the once over, and saw him still seemingly 100% asleep, relaxed, breathing normally again – sexy body just laying there. Could it be he just slept right through the whole thing? I slowly moved back to my bed, laid down naked on my own bed, and jerked off with a little of the cum that was left on my hands. All worked up like that, I think it took me about 12 good strokes to blow the hugest load ever - my cum flew all the way up to the top of my chest! I’d never cum like that. Awesome. So I just laid there for a minute or two soaking it all up, then I wiped up the mess and rolled over to watch Mark for a moment longer – just breathing like always. Hot, hot scene I thought. I decided I was going to have to figure a way to do this with him awake – it was just too incredible. So much for getting rid of the obsession.