Ra-down-the-hall

By mbv boy

Published on Aug 3, 2000

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The following story about an experience in my college dorm is true. Please send any questions or comments or similar stores to mbvboy@email.com.

My sophomore year of college was less than ideal. I had begged and pleaded with the residence life staff for a single room, but the dorms were already overcrowded, and they denied my plea. The previous year's roommates had been horrible. They were mean, messy, miserable, and did nothing but make my "home life" a living hell. My new roommate didn't move in until the third week of classes. He'd been a commuting student, and had been slow to make the transition to living at school. I spent those weeks worrying about what he would be like, and also taking advantage of my single room.

I had always been an avid masturbator. I'm an only child so I was used to having privacy any time I needed it. As a healthy, horny 19 year old I found myself jerking off once or twice before I fell asleep at night, and usually took advantage of my daily morning hardon. I continued this way for the first few weeks of school. Eventually Jerry moved in, and brought an end to my free for all JO sessions. He has a great guy; funny, sweet, and really good looking. A stocky build, he was only about 5'6" but his bulging biceps and twinkling blue eyes made for any trouble his height might have given him. He quickly found a girlfriend.

Veronica slept in our room almost every night. They were quiet and polite, and never bothered me with loud sex noises. But I found my masturbation schedule even more stifled. I had taken to playing with myself in the public bathrooms on our floor, and times when I thought Jerry would be in class. Jerry was lax about going to classes, and people were always walking in the bathroom, so my jo sessions became less and less satisfying.

Then one night I found myself sitting in the resident assistant Jon's room. Jon and I had been next room neighbors our freshman year, and had taken many classes together.

We shared many of the same friends but rarely saw each other outside the dorms. Jon was a big boy. He had played football in high school, and was also in ROTC. But with his football days in the past, he had become slightly soft and was beginning to develop a small beer belly. We sat around complaining about classes, and just shooting the shit. Knowing my previous problems, he asked me how Jerry and I were getting along. "He's really nice, so much better than the other ones, " I said. He asked about Veronica. I told him about her staying over, and being annoyed. We talked for a while more, and, as it happens with most horny young guys, our conversation drifted to sex.

"Dude, the best thing about being an RA is the single room. My roommate last year was always home, so I could hardly ever jerk off. But now I can do it all the time," he boasted.

I moaned in jealousy.

"Jerry's always there, and usually Veronica is too. I'm stuck jerking in the bathroom, it fucking sucks!" I grumbled back.

"Poor guy. Hey, my room's always open if you want a place, " he offered.

What? He went on to say he knew how it was, and was happy to help out a friend.

He even offered me his stash of porn mags and tapes. Jon was straight, and I don't think he had any idea I was gay, given all of his porn was hetero. He said that he was actually thinking of jerking off after I left, and asked if I wanted to stay and enjoy some entertainment. I smiled and said sure.

He jumped up and threw one of the tapes he had just offered me into the machine, and hit play. We sat side by side on his couch watching an ugly middle aged guy fuck two skanky blonde chicks. He was wearing a loose fitting pair of black umbro shorts, a white tank top and no socks. I could see the erection growing under the thin fabric of his shorts.

By that time my cock was aching hard and straining at my brown pants, making me uncomfortable. He reached down and rubbed his cock a couple of times through his shorts, and then slid the shorts down to his ankles. Jon's cock was fully erect, about 6 inches, and had a small drop of precum glistening on its thick red head. His pubic hair was short and thick and blended with the fuzzy hair on his stomach. I noticed he hadn't been wearing any underwear. Seeing how comfortable he was, I pulled down my pants and my boxers letting my cock, slightly smaller and not quite so thick free. I then kicked the pants totally off and spread my legs, stroking my erection with my left hand and fingering my hairy balls with my right. He looked over and smiled, stroking away.

"Is this alright for you?" I asked. "Am I stopping you from anything you'd normally do?"

I asked hoping he'd start pinching his nipples or fingering his ass.

"Yeah, actually." He said, "but that's stupid." He jumped up and grabbed something from his desk drawer. It was a jar of Vaseline. "It's messy," he said, "but this shit makes me cum so hard. Try it." He grabbed a big glop and started smearing it on his cock, moaning as he stroked faster and faster. I took some for myself, and imitated his motions, stroking with four fingers while moving my thumb over my cock head in a circular motion.

"Isn't this video hot?" he asked. I'd forgotten about the movie. He got off of the couch and knelt on the floor. I followed. "I like to get on my knees and pretend I'm fucking a girl doggy style," he said. Jon held his hand in one position and rammed his Vaseline smeared cock in and out of his fist. The sweat had begun to run down the side of his face, and the armpits of his shirt were soaking though. He increased the pace of his thrusting and started to let out a few quiet whines. Quickly he started moaning, and began to cum.

Ribbons of thick white juice flew from his cock and landed on the floor in front of him.

This was too much for me. I started stroking furiously, and soon I was shooting my load while looking at his cum covered cock. My cum flew about three times further than his, and I sat back, exhausted. "Wow," he said, "you can really shoot."

Jon handed me a towel and took one for him. We did our best to wipe the thick Vaseline from our still dripping cocks. I put my pants and boxers back on and thanked him for the great time. He stood there wearing only his t-shirt, his shrinking cock still poking out towards me.

"Anytime dude, the doors always open." I took him up on the offer.

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