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Ramapo College of New Jersey was my school. I loved it. First off the students were the hottest in America. We had gorgeous Asians, African American beauties and Italian stallions. A prime example of the group was my dorm mate. Yeah Sal, Sal of the muscular body and rough personality, contrasting with his full pillow lips, long eyelashes and pure white teeth.
He was tough. He spoke like a gangster and claimed to have shot two guys for the mob. He used fuck and shit every other word. He treated me with distain. I was too pussy boy for him, me with my upscale family and perfect speech. He once appraised me, raking his eyes over my body when I came from the shower with my towel over my shoulder. "You're sure a girly boy. That skin is better than Angie's, my fuck girl. And your ass is real fine." I wished he had called me Andy, my name, but one had to be happy with what one can get. Maybe he'd mix up Andy and Angie and call out Andy when he uploaded into his cooch.
But that was the last time he paid attention to me. Mostly he rushed to get to ball practice, then returning perfuming the room with his manly sweat smell. He's shuck his clothes and blot his sweaty body, exposing his smooth, Southern Italian tan skin, and his crotch, covered with wiry dark hair, his long maroon cock and balls swaying as he toweled.
It sure made me dizzy. But what Sal didn't know, was that he was mine to enjoy every night. I slept on the top bunk. Naturally Mr. Alpha male took the better lower one. He was so cute as he fell asleep, no longer dangerous, now a little boy, his lips puckered and his long glossy lashes laying across his cheeks. Thanks to faulty engineering our room was excessively overheated. Sal slept on his back, naked. Shit, just saying that gets me hard. Those strong legs splayed out, glossy black hair shining in the moonlight, his dark tits seemed erected as he slept. The best of all were two things in the nighttime show. The first was that he got erections during the night and one fabulous night he had a wet dream as I watched. The second thing was the way he fell asleep. It was so hot. He'd lie there a few moments, his mouth working, then he'd let out a long sigh and then tumble into heavy regular breathing.
The way I was able to enjoy this show was a secret I discovered. You see these bunk beds have a thin mattress over steel frames laced with wire. By moving my mattress slightly to the side, I had a perfect view of the sleeping Sal.
Oh yes, I forgot to tell one other sexy thing that Sal's sleep produced. He was a hot boi, he sweated as he slept and that odor wafted up and made me drunk with sexual passion. Naturally all these nightly events brought me to such a pitch that I had to grab my secreted cum rag and finally allow my overheated prick to discharge. I know I was a bit noisy, but I couldn't help it. I wasn't worried, he slept like the dead. I tested that by dropping a few heavy objects near him. He never woke.
I want to tell you about three days ago. We awoke, a typical morning. I woke up, but stayed up there in bed. I didn't want to show off my morning woodie, it would just give him something to rag me about. But it never bothered him. He's roll out, his thick cock in full erection, the smooth cover partially pulled back with his pink head exposed. He's scratch his pubes absently mindedly and pad off to the john, mumbling a "'morning" to me in his own special way. "Hey girl, time to shine."
But there seemed to be a slight difference this morning. He stared at me thoughtfully, then shook his head to clear it and then headed to the john, showing his powerful and muscular ass to me, a faint dusting of hair decorating it's tawny surface.
That was the first odd thing. The next was that night. I was peaking through the springs, waiting for him to go into his sleep routine, but I pulled my face away as I realized his eyes were open and he was grinning at me.
Then later, when I began to jerk off, I got a little too enthusiastic and the bunk bed structure began swaying from my enthusiasm. Then I heard his voice, sounding sleepy. "Rub one off for me, babe."
The next few days I saw no change and I figured he had spoken in his sleep. Then a real event occurred. Sal had a girl friend, Angie, you remember. He was very careful not to bring her in to the dorm room when I was there, but tonight was different. I guess there was no other place to go and he was horny enough to forget his privacy.
Angie and Sal stumbled in at three o'clock by my watch. There were both drunk. In the dim light from my computer screen I saw that they both undressed and the bunk bed shook and creaked as they fell onto it. Then I was on a rocking boat as Sal moved around her body, sucking her tits, getting down to her pussy. She made no sound, the only sound was Sal's slurping. Suddenly he spoke out loud, "You bitch. You're dead to the world. You're no good to me. Get dressed and get out."
He rolled her off the bed and helped her get dressed. He actually pushed her out of the door, ignoring her blubbering. I figured that was the end of their "story book" romance. Sal was no Romeo. He wanted a fuck when he wanted it and was pissed when it didn't work out.
Still naked, he fell heavily into the lower bunk. I manned my lockout. Oh shit, he was playing with his cock. I never dreamed it could get as long as it was night now with a righteous hard on. I looked, I signed with excitement, and then I realized his eyes were open, though slightly bloodshot and he was staring directly into mine. He lifted one hand away from his two-handed wanking and crooked a finger, beckoning me. "Get down here missy."
Like a zombie gazelle I dropped gracefully down to the floor, my prick sticking straight out, but for once I didn't care. This was going to be "a moment" I hoped.
He looked at me with a slightly drunken, lopsided grin, and growled, "You've been using me as a peep show to get yourself off each night, now it's payback time. Get on your knees."
What is a fella to do when ordered so politely. I go on my tender pink knees.
He swung up to a sitting position. Then he put one muscular leg on each side of me and thrust his lightly sweating crotch into my face. I was just at the level of his uncovered organ, its moist red surface touching my lips.
"Open up cutey."
I opened up like the good person I am. I guess this was to be a mercy suck, and lordy, I am merciful.
Sal was not in the same mood as me, as he growled, "Suck it. Get me off fast so I can get some sleep. I got practice in a few hours."
Far from letting him be late for practice, having school spirit and all that, I opened my mouth wide and let his equipment rest on my salivating tongue. To Sal's credit, he moaned gratefully. I haven't had too much male to male experience, but I was a natural cock sucker. I was complimented extravagantly by several of my conquests in high school.
I swirled my tongue around the upper shaft. I licked his piss hole. Yeah, he realy like that and began a growly mewl that continued softly as I worked on his fat stuff. Then I really opened my throat and let his blunt cigar hit the back of my throat and sucked madly. That newl became a continuous grunt coupled with ooooh sounds. Very gratifying. After months of being insulted, I was now being complimented, at least that was the way I saw it.
I sucked up and down, my hand sliding up and down his shaft in time to my sucking and sliding. My other hand (I do have two you know) was in the familiar position of wanking my own stiffer than iron cock, sticking out under the cot.
Sal was so transported by my activity that he forgot his macho Italiano image and he tenderly stroked my blond hair, then my hot cheek. Hell, this was almost making out. He began making warning sounds of his coming explosion, little uhs getting more urgent. I slowed down and let him take up the job. He began thrusting into my passive lips. All his football hip work came into play as he fiercely worked for his orgasm. Because I had slowed down, it eluded him, though he was steadily on the verge. The boy was going crazy. I had to help. I dropped my own cock and used that warmed up hand to grasp his full meaty balls in their large sac. I tenderly surrounded them, feeling his ball hair against my palm. Lovely. I began a slow swinging motion with his balls. I looked up at him. He eyes popped open and his mouth fell slack, his tongue lolling and dripping at the side. This boy was really on his way now. Suddenly he let out and husky-voiced announcement, "I'm fuckin' cuming, take my spunk Andy."
Yow, he called me by my real name for the first time. I think we were engaged now. But his cock began spewing hot Italian sauce and my own poor dick began spewing at the same time. We were cum brothers for the time. At last he stopped. He pulled back. Poor baby was sensitive after his mighty cum. He pushed me away roughly and lifted his legs away from me and put them back on the cot, his shoulders fell back on the cot and he gave one sigh and began breathing heavily.
I climbed up to my perch and had trouble falling asleep. I dreaded tomorrow when he would be mad at me, or contemptuous or would broadcast his discovery of an at home queer to the team. I finally did fall asleep.
The next morning the bed moved as he got up. I looked down from my aerie. He waved cheerily at me. "Good job last night. But let's keep that our little secret." Shit, that was just what I hoped for.
End of Part One.
Am I going to be just his bitch, or are there Unexpected occurrences. Stay tuned for Part Two