My College Roommate Cuck

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

My freshman college roommate, Nick was kind of a boyish nerd. He was skinny. He woke up every morning with his ass hanging out of his underwear that was too big for him, and then he would notice it like thirty seconds after standing up and get shy about it. It was funny. His hairless butt looked pretty big for his otherwise small frame. I made little jokes to lighten the mood about it.

“You just can’t hide that dump truck ass,” I said the first time, making him laugh. He seemed nervous around me, since I’m the taller, more athletic and developed one, so from the first day I learned to say things like that to make him loosen up a bit. It became our dynamic.

I brought home girls a lot, and at first I would text him beforehand to ask him to give me some space, but eventually we settled on him just pretending to be asleep. He listened to me fuck many times, and I even noticed him jerking off under his blanket once in a while. Didn’t bother me at all.

I tried to help him get out there and meet girls and make friends, and he came with me to parties a few times, but it never seemed to click for him. He had a few buddies from his clubs and classes, but they didn’t seem to go out or have a ton of fun together. We eventually settled into a routine where we would study together then go our separate ways for social things, and if I had to bring a girl back to my place, I would just let her know that my roommate was sleeping and we’d have to be quiet. Girls never seemed to care about that. I guess the appeal of getting dicked down by me was enough of a draw, even if there was some nerd sleeping seven feet away from my bed.

This one week, I started hooking up with a girl in our hall. She was a pretty blonde, and had nice tits. The first night we fucked, after she left, Nick sat up just as I was lying down to sleep. I saw him out of the corner of my eye.

“You enjoy the show?” I asked.

He chuckled. “She’s so hot dude. I gotta confess I peaked a bit.”

“I know right? I don’t blame you.”

“I’ve had the biggest crush on her since the day we moved in.”

“Oh, now I feel bad,” I said with a chuckle to keep the mood light.

“I’d give anything to have your abilities, dude,” he said unironically.

“I guess I’m just lucky,” I said with a shrug.

“And your dick is so big,” he muttered under his breath. My eyes went wide, not expecting a comment like that. His face turned red and his hands met nervously in his lap. 

“Yeah,” I said with another chuckle, “I guess that helps.”

He just nodded.

“I’m sure yours is fine,” I said, trying to reassure him. “And girls don’t really care that much.”

“They do,” he said, his face forming a wry smile. “In high school, the one and only girl who saw my dick just laughed at me and didn’t even touch it.”

“Damn, dude, really?” I said, genuinely feeling terrible for this guy.

“Yeah,” he said, exasperated.

“How small is it?” I asked. 

“In her words,” he said with a sigh, “the width of a hotdog and half the length.”

“Damn, that’s cold,” I said, sure that it was an exaggeration, “No way it’s that small.”

“It is,” he said flatly, before suddenly whipping off his blanket and showing me his little boner. He was rock hard, apparently worked up from seeing me fuck the girl of his dreams right next to him.

The description was accurate. The thing wasn’t even a full finger.

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. 

“Oh,” I said, at a loss for words. “Ok then. Sorry about that, dude.”

“How big is yours?” he asked, covering himself back up again. 

In a sense of fairness, I decided to remove my own blanket and slowly pulled down my underwear, revealing my half hard dong to him.

“I’m a little over eight,” I said, looking down at myself, “But I’m bigger than most guys.”

“Yeah,” he said, staring right at me, “You are.”

He tucked his body back into his blanket and turned toward the wall. I turned off the light by my bed and flipped over to go to sleep, feeling weirdly empowered by the conversation. Just before I drifted off, I heard his sheets rustling in the telltale rhythm of a guy jerking off.

Two nights later, I hooked up with the same girl again. Little Nicky was facing the wall. Part of me wasn’t sure if I was doing a nice thing by fucking his crush literally right in front of him, but I was pretty sure that he liked it in a way. He hadn’t exactly said it, but the way he had talked about it made me think that I was actually doing him a favor. He got to see her in action, getting her world rocked. I paid attention to him and saw him sneak a peak now and then. I tried to make sure she was facing away from his bed as much as possible so she wouldn’t see him jerking offf, even if that gave him a direct view of my ass instead of her. 

I really wanted to play it up, so I was holding off on cumming for as long as possible. I was making loud clapping sounds against her body. I knew how to make a girl moan, and I pulled out every stop, even covering her mouth so she could really let it loose. The muffled moans were still loud enough to be audible for little Nicky. 

She whispered to me when she came the first time, and I didn’t even give her a break before I flipped her over and started with the back shots. I looked over to Nicky and smiled when I saw him staring directly at us while he rubbed his little dick. I knew he liked seeing my big sausage pound out the girl of his dreams. When I finally nutted, I found myself having the best orgasm of my life. I was starting to realize that I enjoyed being watched and admired, even by another dude. 

She almost passed out, then suddenly sat up. “I gotta go.” She wiped my mess off of her, got dressed and was out the door in seconds.

I sat on my bed naked, facing Nick, waiting for him to stop pretending to be asleep. He sat up after the door closed.

“How’d you like the show?” I asked.

“Best night of my life,” he said with a genuine smile on his face. “I came three times.”

“So did she,” I said.

“That counts as six for you then. You’re a big stud,” he said. 

I chuckled, threw my blanket over myself and played on my phone, about ready to fall asleep.

“Night dude,” I said. 

“Night,” he said back, turning toward the wall. I could hear him cranking out one more. I shook my head to myself. 

A couple minutes later he stopped jerking it. I figured he was finished, but he turned onto his other side, facing me now, and kept tugging himself. 

I narrowed my eyes, and side eyed him a little bit. It seemed like he was jerking it to me now. It kind of freaked me out for a second. I had to reason that he was jerking to the memory of his crush getting fucked a few minutes prior, and he just wanted to remember the big stud who could please her, and who was so superior to him. It seemed kind of gay, but I was having a positive reaction. I kind of liked being admired like that. So, without saying anything, I pulled aside my blanket, showing my naked body underneath. My cock was still long, glistening with the juices from my sexual prowess. Within seconds, his rhythmic jerking stopped, his body tensed a few times, and he came under his blanket. I felt my cock twitch at the implied compliment. He wordlessly flipped back over to face his wall, and I turned to face mine. I didn’t even bother putting the blanket on. 

As I drifted off to sleep, my mind subconsciously started planning weird things. I was about to have some fun with this kid.