Cool College Hallmates

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

From the diary of Tommy, the clueless jock.

Housing paired us together because we were both athletes. That was the logic. I played lacrosse. Wes played water polo. Close enough, apparently, even though our schedules were completely opposite. We still got along pretty well. We both brought girls home the first few nights of new student orientation, which was awesome. I was glad I got another cool roommate. We fucked them basically side by side on the first night.

I was a little nervous he would be shy because my dick is way bigger than average, but when I saw his girl slobbering on his knob, I was surprised to find he was basically as big as me. Maybe even thicker.  

“Tommy,” he said, while we were in the middle of fucking our girls on our separate beds, both in missionary and really rocking their world. 

“Yeah?” I said without looking at him.

“You have a nice ass,” he said back, reaching over to smack by butt cheek hard, leaving a red hand print. 

I laughed so hard I almost stopped fucking my girl. He was so funny.

The next morning, I woke up to him jerking off staring right at me. It made me chuckle. He must have been re-living the night before, and everything that had happened on our beds. The girls were so hot, I didn’t blame him for staring right at my bed and jerking it to honor the moment. I decided to mess with him and flash him my cock, but I guess it didn’t ruin his momentum, because he started cumming as soon as my big morning wood popped out from under the blanket. He must have been really horny from all that pussy the night before, otherwise it would’ve seemed like he was gay or something.

Getting used to having a roommate was pretty easy. It turned out that living with a guy wasn’t so bad, especially because Wes was pretty helpful in general. He would even help clean up my clothes, and point out if my cum rags piled up too high in my trash can. He was so cool, he even grabbed a pile with his bare hands once, when I had a fresh one right on top. He threw them into his own trash can, then licked his thumb while looking me in the eye. 

“Wow, I always thought that would be nasty,” I said, looking at him a bit confused. 

“Yours isn’t so bad,” he said, smirking at me. 

Something about that gave me a warm feeling inside. I realized he must be a really cool guy. I had to adjust my shorts. I guess I just always just get a boner when I’m happy.

Wes and I both majored in business, which is what athletes mostly did at my school. We both wore our school hoodie the first few days around campus. I wore his by accident once, and didn't realize it until halfway through the day. 

When I got back to our dorm, I tossed it on his bed without thinking about it.

But the next morning, he was gone when I woke up, and I saw the hoodie was still in his bed, but sort of half under the blanket like he had slept with it in there. It made me look twice for some reason. 

Over a few days, I noticed little things happening. The hoodie stayed close to where he slept. My socks migrated out of my hamper. Nothing missing exactly, just… relocated. To his side of the room. To his desk. Or his bed.

I found my underwear under his pillow once. Not hidden well. I stared at it and laughed it off. Weird, sure. Guys do weird stuff. Maybe it was some sort of joke. There was no way he liked the smell, right? I always hated my dirty socks and underwear.

I didn’t confront him. I didn’t freak out. I figured there was an explanation I just wasn’t seeing yet. Guys can be strange. That felt like enough.

I mentioned it to my buddy John when we were hanging in his room one day. He’s actually on the water polo team with Wes.

“Oh yeah,” John said, smiling a bit. “I’m not surprised, knowing Wes.”

“What do you mean?” I said, puzzled.

“Oh, nothing,” he said, coughing into his hand.

He made it a joke instantly, saying I should jerk off in a pair of underwear and see if he still stole them. As we talked, I started getting horny thinking about jerking off, and he pointed out my boner. I’m not one to be embarrassed in front of other guys, even when I get a random stiffy, so I just stood up and wiggled it around. I was laughing about it, but he seemed more serious. I was wondering if I made him self conscious about being so big, since I know some guys are like that, so I stopped.

“How big are you?” he asked me, staring directly at my crotch. My big, hard dick was barely covered by the thin layer of my gym shorts. 

“I don’t know, like fifteen inches I think?” I said. I couldn’t remember what the number was that one time we measured together in the locker rooms.

“No, that’s not realistic,” he said, making me shrug.

I assumed he must have been insecure about his dick size, because then he asked, “Just take it out. I’ll measure it for you.”

We were just hanging out alone in his room, so I thought, why not? And I whipped my shorts down to my ankles. 

He ended up grabbing my dick himself. I flinched, but just let him do it, because I assumed he must be curious what a bigger dick is like. At least he wasn’t gay.

He started stroking me to make me fully hard for the measurement, and then he surprised me by putting his mouth on it, stretching his lips wide. 

“Wow, doesn’t that taste bad?” I said, looking down at him confused.

He pulled of my dick with a pop sound out of his mouth. “Not really. I mean, girls do it, so it can’t be that bad right?”

“I guess you’re right,” I said, “but why are you doing it?”

“Just seeing how big it is,” he said, then leaned forward and pushed my rod back into his mouth. I shuddered a bit and had to sit down on his bed, since it actually started to feel really good. I just shrugged. I guess he needed an accurate measurement. Weird.

He put his hands on my thighs and kept sucking me until I was fully hard, but before he even got a chance to measure I felt myself about to cum.

“Dude, you better stop I’m gonna bust in your mouth!”

I guess he wasn’t paying attention, because he just started bouncing his head even harder on me, making himself gag and cough. He was really trying hard to get a good measurement I guess. 

I remember thinking how good of a friend he was to do that just to be nice.

Before I could repeat myself, I started cumming. He didn’t even stop sucking me. I watched his throat clench as he swallowed my jizz. I guess once he realized what was happening, he just wanted to save on the mess. He really was a cool guy for doing that. 

When he finally lifted his head off my dick, I felt so bad for accidentally cumming in his mouth.

“Dude, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to cum while you were just trying to get me hard!”

“No, it’s ok,” he said. He didn’t seem bothered by it at all to be honest. 

“I’m still hard if you want to measure it now,” I said.

“Nah, I got your measurement,” he said. I was confused, but I guess he can tell how big things are by using his mouth. It must be a special talent. I got up to pull up my shorts, and saw that his dick was out too. He had a puddle of jizz in front of him on his carpet. His dick was actually pretty big.

“You’re not small,” I said, “But you accidentally spilled. I didn’t realize you were jerking off too.”

“Well I couldn’t help myself,” he said, smiling.

I guess he gets randomly horny sometimes too. I wish I could predict better when I was going to get hard and cum and all that. It would lead to less accidents like cumming in my friend’s mouth!