Cool College Hallmates 02

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

From the diary of Tommy, the clueless jock.

Derek from down the hall showed up last night. I don’t know him that well, but people are still trickling back from Xmas break, and I think he and I were the only ones here! My roommate wasn’t even back yet, so I had the room to myself. I was just hanging out in my underwear like normal and doing a few pushups and pullups during breaks of studying for sociology class, but I was just happy that someone else was here to hang out with!

He had a yummy looking caramel frozen coffee thing in his hand and a grin on his face when I opened the door.

“What’s up, dude?” I asked.

“Wes said you might be here alone, thought you’d wanna hang out?” he said.

“Ah, yeah,” I said, “Sorry bro, I actually have to study for Sociology!”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, stumbling over his words. “Wes said you might need some help.” 

He started looking up and down at my body. I felt a little embarrassed at being in my underwear, and a little sweaty from working out while studying.

I looked at him, kind of confused. 

“With sociology, I mean,” he said, smirking. “I could… help you.”

“Oh, ok!” I said, “Lemme just throw on some pants.”

“No,” he said instantly. He paused, then smiled. “I’ll just get in my underwear too so we’re both the same!”

He took off his shirt instantly, then dropped his pants and underwear together. My eyes went wide looking at his dick and balls since it was unexpected, then I started to laugh. He was standing there butt naked in my dorm!

“Bro, you took off your underwear too on accident!” I said, shaking my head.

“Woops,” he said. 

He pulled them up, but did it really slowly. I guess he wasn’t that embarrassed. That made it seem cool to hang out with him.

And he was such a cool guy for taking off his pants with me!

We settled on my bed, and he sat close enough that I could feel the heat off of him. The fact was I did need some help with Sociology. It was required for business majors and none of it stuck in my head. I figured Wes must have mentioned it in passing. Guys talk. Athletes especially.

Derek pulled out his computer, opening up a deck and flipping through the slides like he’d done this a hundred times. He talked fast, confident, kept it simple. It helped. I liked that.

“You’re really good at this,” I said, “My mind is kind of blown.”

He joked about how pointless the class was, how everyone pretended to care, how the exams were just about what you can memorize and how much you can sell “bullshit”. 

“It’s like porn,” he said.

I looked at him confused again.

“It’s all fake bullshit,” he said, “Just lean into it and pretend to like it. That’s what those girls do.”

I felt myself turn a little red. Our legs were still touching and I felt myself getting hard from talking about porn, but when I looked down, he was hard too, so I wasn’t embarrassed and just left it.

“I think girls actually like it,” I said. “They always beg me to do it more and more. It gets tiring.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, but in porn it’s all fake.”

“Really?” I said. He was rocking my world. 

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He went back to explaining more about Sociology, and I was actually starting to get some of it.

At one point he scooted closer. I didn’t clock when it happened. One minute we were barely touching, the next he was almost sitting on my lap, leaning against me as he showed me more stuff on his computer.

Then he accidentally switched computer screens, and I saw a girl with big titties in some porn video paused.

“Woops,” he said, but then he accidentally clicked play on the video, instead of closing the window.

I’m a guy, so I couldn’t look away. I grabbed myself to relieve some of the tension as my boner grew even harder. I guess he was caught up in it too, because he just froze looking at it, probably a bit embarrassed as well.

Then Derek tilted his drink and spilled some caramelly sugar stuff right onto my lap.

“Oh shit,” he said. “Dude, this stuff is amazing. We can’t waste it.”

Before I could even react, he leaned in to clean it up. I froze, mostly because I didn’t want to interrupt him over something stupid. He was obviously straight. This was just… practical, I guess?

He focused hard, like it mattered to get every drop off of me. I tried not to think about how he was licking directly onto my underwear, with my big hard cock right underneath it. He kept brushing it with his tongue, and I guess he wanted to get every drop because he was taking long, slow licks up and down. It felt kind of good, even if I didn’t want him to know he was accidentally making me horny. I was rock hard eventually, and he just kept licking. I felt bad for him for having to lick me down there. I just stared at the wall and told myself to relax.

I guess some had soaked through my underwear, because in a minute he was reaching for my waistband and pulling my underwear down past my butt. I lifted my hips to let him pull them down. I didn’t say anything so that it wouldn’t be awkward, I just let him dive back down and start licking my skin directly. 

The bad part was that it started to feel really good, in a weird way, when he licked my dick itself. I guess that sticky caramel was really hard to get off, because he was licking so hard he had to put my whole boner into his mouth directly. In my head, I was already promising I would never tell anyone about this embarrassing moment. 

“You must really like that caramel sauce,” I said. 

He was so lost in the moment of licking it off me that he barely grunted, and just kept going.

He even put my big, hard dick all the way into his throat. There must have been a lot of sweet stuff stuck to me, because he looked like he was loving it. It reminded me of how I ate lollipops and popsicles. I always liked putting it to the back of my tongue, where it tastes better somehow.

“That’s how I eat popsicles,” I said. He didn’t react that time, except he must have been really horny from the porn playing, because he pulled out his own dick and started rubbing himself. I wasn’t sure if he could tell that I saw it, so I just pretended not to notice so he wouldn’t be embarrassed.  

Luckily, I watched him squirt his jizz, accidentally getting some on my feet, and he stopped licking the sauce off me before it felt too good. I felt like I might actually cum if he kept sucking it off me! When he finally leaned back, he just wiped his mouth and smiled like he’d solved a problem.

“There,” he said. “All good.”

He went right back to the slides. No comment. No reaction. I left my underwear down since I was wet with spit now, and I had to dry my boner out. Part of me wished he actually kept going, as weird as that sounded.

I was hoping he didn’t notice how good it felt when he licked it off my dick. That was probably really embarrassing for him already, so I didn’t want to make it worse. He didn’t seem like he noticed. That was a relief.

College was weird. At least we were both straight and not gay. Otherwise this stuff would get really confusing.

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After a few more minutes, I was still sitting there with my big dick out, as hard as a rock. He didn’t say anything about it as he kept telling me about Sociology, and neither did I. My dick kept bumping him every time I’d shift and get comfortable, and I saw that he stayed hard as well.

“I can’t study anymore,” I said. He looked a little disappointed. 

“Maybe I’ll go,” he said and started to get up.

I got up too, kicking my underwear to the corner since they were covered in slobber anyway. I started doing a set of pullups while he put his computer away.

I saw him watching me. He looked at my big, hard dick, and my abs as they tensed. I know that guys watch me sometimes. It’s almost like when a girl looks at me. But with a guy, I assume it’s because they want to get the muscles I have, or they wish their dick was as big as mine. I don’t really know why anyone cares about big dicks. Mine is always in the way and wacking into things when I’m hard, even causing random accidents with friends. I didn’t care about it at all, but guys sometimes point out how “big” it is, and they even touch it just to feel a big one. It’s so weird. 

Derek hovered around like he’d forgotten something, pacing once, then stopping near my desk. He said his back was tight from practice and asked if I knew any stretches. Water polo had wrecked his shoulders, apparently.

“Touch your toes,” I said. “Always works for me.”

Then he dropped his underwear, which I’m guessing was for flexibility, and he stood right in front of me. He bent over, and his butt cheeks were looking pretty muscular. They parted when he bent down. 

I never really noticed a guy’s butt hole before, but his was pink and hairless. 

“Your ass looks like a girl’s ass,” I said.

He chuckled while he stayed bent over. I dropped down off my pullup bars, and accidentally wacked my big, hard dick against his butt. He didn’t even flinch.

It felt good that he never made me feel embarrassed about anything.

“Do you know any stretches,” he asked as he stood up and faced me, our boners almost touching, “that you could help me with? Like a stretch with two people?”

I told him the trainers had us do a few partner ones sometimes. Spotting stuff. Normal athlete things.

We moved some books out of the way. He knelt on the carpet and leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the bed. I stood behind him, hands hovering, not totally sure where to put them.

“Closer,” he said. “Just so I don’t tip over.”

I stepped in. My boner touched him, but we pretended it wasn’t there. He was so cool for not making me embarrassed about it.  It was awkward but fine. I told myself it was fine.

He adjusted as I pressed onto his shoulders, rocking back slightly, pushing his butt into me as he tried to find the stretch in his lower back. His shoulder muscles tensed under my palms, and my balance shifted as I tried to keep the pressure on him.

We had both gotten a little moist with sweat from studying in my hot room for this long, and I felt my skin slipping against his. I had to keep shifting to help him with the stretch. 

Suddenly, my big, hard dick was between his cheeks. They tensed up, almost like they were holding my dick in place on accident, pointing right at his pink opening.

I tried to pretend like nothing was happening.

“How’s the stretch feel?” I asked.

“I think I could… stretch a little more,” he said, and he leaned back making my dick actually go inside him on accident!

There was a sudden stillness where neither of us moved.

“Wait,” he said quietly.

I froze. I didn’t want to make it worse by pulling away too fast. I barely breathed.

“It’s okay,” he added after a second. “Just… don’t move yet.”

So I didn’t. It was so embarrassing. I wanted to say sorry, but I didn’t want to make anything worse. The bad part was actually that it felt good. It felt like a pussy. I obviously couldn’t tell him any of that.

Time stretched for a minute while he didn’t move. My brain scrambled for instructions that never came. If it were a big deal, he would’ve said something, right?

He took a few steady breaths. I focused on starting at the wall, trying to make it feel less good on my cock. I looked at the poster above my desk of the Eagles (Go Birds ™️). I focused on anything that wasn’t how weird and good everything felt.

Then he started to push back into me. I guess he wanted to continue his back stretch! I started to fall backward, otherwise my dick was going to go even farther into him on accident, but he reached back and grabbed my hip.

“Stay,” he said. It felt like a command for a dog. I guess he really needed the back stretch, and didn’t want to lose the position!

I did as he said, and stayed still while he pushed back onto me. I put one hand on his hip and one on his shoulder to steady myself.

Suddenly I was inside him all the way, and he started bouncing and moving on me. I know guys do this during stretches all the time, but it felt weird when my dick was in the middle of it. It felt good too. 

“Fuck,” he said. And I could tell he was really enjoying the stretch. 

It must be working really well for him! I thought to myself. I tried to let him do his thing, bouncing up and down on my dick. 

I guess he had another thought about the porn too, because he started wanking himself while he kept bouncing, stretching his back. The fact that he was taking my big dick in and out of his ass must have been an embarrassing accident, but he didn’t seem worried about it as he started going hard and faster. 

It was feeling too good for me, and I knew I was about to accidentally orgasm while I was inside him! I was hoping maybe he wouldn’t notice, since I didn’t want to interrupt something that must be helping his back.

Suddenly, I saw squirts of his white jizz landing on the carpet beneath us, and his ass was squeezing my dick, making it feel even better. I lost my nerve and felt over the edge, squirting the most embarrassing load of my life, right into Derek’s ass. Our bodies were pulsing together, and the warmth and sweat and the smell of another dude made it weirdly more comfortable. Girls always made me nervous, but having an orgasm with him there just seemed like hanging out with a friend. Maybe this wouldn’t be so embarrassing after all.

Derek didn’t say anything. He just shifted his weight once more, then slowly eased forward and let my dick fall out of him. I saw some of my white goo drip down to his balls, but stood up and acted like nothing weird had happened.

“Thanks,” he said, straightening his shirt. “That actually helped a lot.”

He left shortly afterward. It’s a good thing Derek is straight. Otherwise that whole thing would’ve been kind of weird actually.

It’s so nice having cool friends living in my hall.