This was it. My first day of college. Unlike all my friends, I had decided to go to an out of state school. I had considered schools closer to home, but I had fallen in love with the idea of being away from home and having a fresh start of sorts on life.
To tell the truth, I had never really liked where I grew up. It was no fault of the people around me. I love my parents. My friends were friends for a reason. They were funny and helped out when I needed. It was me. I just didn't feel like I was living life to the fullest. When I got offered a scholarship to play baseball out of state, away from all that I grew up with, I jumped.
I arrived on a small shuttle bus that had gathered a few other people from the airport and brought them to campus. It was a smaller school. I liked that idea. The whole ride over I kept to myself but had to talk when I arrived. On the campus lawn there were several gatherings of students. Some were simply relaxing and having a good time. Many were gathered for specific reasons. Clubs mostly. Then there was a group of young teenagers like me. Freshmen.
"Come on Freshmen. Gather over here!" A young blonde girl with a megaphone shouted her nasally voice over the whole lawn. "Gather on me for orientation." She had a table setup with a few other students helping her out. On the table were several stacks of papers. I stepped up and began looking over all the information.
"Name?" I was caught off guard by the question.
"Excuse me?"
"Your name?"
"Oh! Sorry. Matthew Turner."
"Matthew...Matthew..." His dark fingers flipped through stacks of papers until he found a packet that I could see had my name on it. "Here you go. This is yours. You can stick around and take the tour if you want. If not, just read through the packet. It has your class schedule, dorm room info, meal plan info, and some other shit. Welcome to C-U-M."
I couldn't help but chuckle each time I heard the university initials. Collegiate University of Michigan. It was almost as bad a University of Maryland University College. Almost. Except this school was, well, CUM.
The bright side, and the reason I chose the school (other than it being small and out of my home state of Texas), was that the school had a great baseball program. I didn't have many dreams outside of playing baseball for a living and that worked for me. I wasn't good enough to get drafted out of high school, but several pros went to college and made a career. A common piece of uplifting advice from my coaches was that "some guys just need more time to develop than others."
After looking through the packet of papers I gathered enough information to figure out the plan for the day. I had run over to the cafeteria first and setup my meal card first. Next I just wanted to relax for a bit. It was off to my dorm I went.
The dorms on campus were divided into male and female. There were no mixed dorms. Since there were more guys than girls. Guys had two dorm buildings built next to each other on one side of the campus and the women had one built on the other.
"You must be new! I'm Brett. Looking for your room I'm guessing?"
Brett, as he introduced himself was all smiles as soon as I walked into the building. There were several guys just like me in the lobby with their suitcases at their sides, but he seemed more than willing to help out. A little too chipper for my taste.
"Yeah, hi, I'm Matthew. It says I'm in room 204."
"Let's see. 2-0-4. Ah, here it is. Matthew Turner. Here's your room key. Was there anything else you needed?"
"Uhmm, do you know who my roommate is? And if he's checked in already?"
"I sure can. One moment." His cheery demeanor never faltered for even a second. It was a little disorienting. "You will be rooming with Bryan Maxwell and....." He droned on as he looked through a set of folders. "I don't see a key, so he should already be setup. Any more questions?"
"Nah, that should do it."
"Alright, be sure to read through your orientation packet for dorm rules and policies and welcome to CUM!"
He had practically shouted the acronym through the whole building, eliciting a laugh from a few of the other students. I guessed that it was something that I would have to get used to. People just shouting cum everywhere.
I got over the small bit of embarrassment and walked up the stairs to the second floor where my room was. The keys were the same kind you would get at any modern hotel. It was a card that you slipped into a slot by the handle to unlock it. There was a small buzz before it released and let me inside. I almost considered knocking, but didn't bother, it was my room after all.
When I entered I saw a similar setup to the one I had seen during my campus tour months prior. There were two beds, one on each wall to the left and right of the entrance. Two desks were side by side straight ahead of the door on the far wall, a small trash can between the two desks, two flat dressers laid flat underneath each bed with three drawers each, and that was it. Well, that was it besides my roommate.
The scrawny looking black kid had his back turned to me as I walked into the room. He was shorter than me by more than a few inches. I'm 6'1, he was probably only 5'8, maybe. Maybe 5'7 and couldn't weigh more than a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet.
After I entered he turned quickly with a look of shock on his face that quickly settled as he looked down and saw my suitcase. I could see that he connected two and two and put together that I must have been his roommate. I could also see now that he wore glasses. That coupled with his baggy World of Warcraft t-shirt told me a lot about the kid before I even spoke to him.
"Hey, sorry for startling you. I'm Matthew. I guess you must be Bryan." I smiled and extended my hand towards him.
"How do you know my name?" He hesitated, but slowly extended his hand towards mine and shook it quickly before letting go.
"I asked the RA downstairs before coming up. This is it huh? College."
"Heh, oh, and uh, yeah. This is it." He simply mirrored me back and stood around awkwardly.
"Don't mind me dude. Go ahead and do your thing. I'm going to unpack as well."
We didn't talk for a few minutes after that. We both took our time putting all of our stuff away. Bryan had a full PC setup that he took a good amount of time carefully putting into place at his desk. I found it neat watching him carefully tuck each wire into a certain position. His clothes were put away in much of the same fashion. Each piece was carefully folded and assorted by color in the drawers. Meanwhile I had just shoved them in there from the suitcase. Unlike Bryan, I only had a laptop, which I just set on the desk and plugged in the charger, letting the cord hang over the side.
"What kind of music do you like Bryan?"
"Umm, lots of kinds." He looked me over from his desk chair as he booted up his PC and made sure everything was working after the move.
"Oh, cool, mind if I throw on some music?" I pulled a portable speaker from my bag and set it on top of my desk. "It's cool if you don't, I can always put in my headphones."
"Sure, uh, that's fine."
I tried not to think too much about how quiet he was. Maybe he was just shy? It was different from the loud group of people that I had grown up surrounded by.
Since he gave me permission I decided to play some music from a random Spotify playlist. It was a bunch of hit songs from the 2000's. The volume was set pretty low so that I could keep talking with him. He was my roommate for the next six months at least, right? Might as well get to know the guy.
"That's a cool t-shirt. You play a lot of video games?"
"Yeah, I guess." He was still focused on his computer, going through some settings. "What about you?"
"Yeah. I love video games. I play on console though. Well, played. My brother was the one with the Xbox, and he kept it when I moved away."
"Oh, uhm, sorry..." He turned to look at me. This was the first time that I had seen him actually look at me instead of around me. "What games did you like to play?"
"Typical games really. Call of Duty, Madden, stuff like that. What about you? What do you like to play besides WoW?"
"Oh, I don't play WoW anymore. Just like the shirt. I play Call of Duty too. I like RPG's a lot too."
"Right on!" I threw my fist out to bump fists, but all he did was stare at me. "Maybe if I get a better computer we could play together someday."
"Sorry." He shook his head and looked at my fist and then his own that was sitting in his lap. "Um, that'd be cool." I watched as his whole frame seemed to relax a little.
There was another moment of silence that followed between the two of us. We both simply listened to the music. It was nice hearing songs from over a decade ago. Songs we had both forgotten about. With each song Bryan seemed to ease further out of his shell around me. He even went as far as singing along to some of the tracks that came on. Not full out, but soft singing under his breath. I joined along with him while I read through my intro packet.
I took the time to put my entire class schedule into my phone's calendar with set alarms. I programmed in my workout schedule along with my baseball practice times. I also took some time to watch Bryan. One thing that stood out to me was that he had a massive gallon jug of water that he was constantly sipping from. It was a simple clear plastic jug that was filled with various fruits and herbs for flavor. In only a couple of hours he had practically finished the whole jug.
"I'm getting hungry. Wanna join me for some cafeteria food?"
While I had been messing with my phone Bryan had started up a game. Something with swords and spells. I almost didn't bother him, but felt it was polite.
"I could eat."
"Sweet!"
As the two of us made our way to the cafeteria I noticed a few people giving the two of us some weird looks. One guy definitely checked me out. Or, well, I think he did. A girl even stopped and tried to talk to us, but I ignored her. It was something I was used to, but I could tell Bryan wasn't. For his part though, he didn't say anything about it. College was weird.
The cafeteria was in the middle of the two sides of campus. Middle ground between the male and female dorms. It was about a ten minute walk. The line was pretty short and the two of us grabbed a table to ourselves and began to eat. I had grabbed a burger with some fries. Bryan opted to grab a salad from the salad bar. He had also refilled his water jug and put in fresh fruits and veggies from the bar.
"So Bryan, what are you studying?"
"Biology mostly. What about you?
"Well, I'm here on a baseball scholarship, but I'm going to work towards a degree in Sports Science. Maybe I could be a trainer or a coach if baseball doesn't work out."
"That's smart. I didn't know you played baseball."
"I mean, yeah, we haven't gotten to learn a whole bunch about each other yet. That'll change soon enough. Before you know it, the two of us will be best buds." I looked up from my food and saw a smirk on his face. I don't know what it was, but I just liked the guy. He seemed so much more genuine than the people I usually hung out with.
"I'd like that."
"Here, why don't we start now. Why don't you tell me something about yourself that I don't know and then I'll do the same."
"I don't know..."
"Oh come on. Tell you what, I'll go first. Let's see. I've worked in three jobs before coming to college. I worked in my dad's construction business, I worked in a movie theater, and I had a very short stint as a Subway employee."
"Very short?" He couldn't help but let out a little chuckle.
"I worked there for two days before I decided I couldn't work in food service. People are too picky sometimes."
"That's funny." He let out a genuine laugh.
"Your turn."
"Does it have to be work related?" He seemed to search around in his head for something to say about himself. I watches his dark brown eyes flicker from side to side as he scanned the room for any kind of inspiration.
"It can be anything you want to tell me."
"Uhmm, okay..." He let out a deep sigh and leaned forward. "I kind of wanted to say this back in the room, but uhm, I don't... please don't hate me." He winced and sighed, already seemingly regretting making the decision to do whatever it was he was about to do.
"Promise I won't hate you." I even brought my hand up to my heart and made a cross.
"Okay, um, if we're going to be roommates this year, I should tell you that, well, I'm gay." As soon as he said `gay' he shut his eyes, as if preparing for me to hit him.
"Okay. That's cool."
"I under.... Wait. What?"
"I said that's cool. I know lots of dudes that are gay."
"You're not bothered sleeping in the same room with a guy who likes men?"
"No, why would I be?" It seemed like such a silly question to me. I just shrugged towards him.
"Are you gay?" He spoke barely above a whisper.
His question caught me off guard. Though I suppose it is a fair one. Was I? In high school I didn't think about it all that much. I never had a girlfriend. Hell, I was still a virgin. I honestly didn't know what I liked, and that was the truth. When I watched porn, sure, I usually watched a guy and a girl going at it. Sometimes I found myself looking at the guy instead of the girl for an extended period of time. Maybe I was gay? Maybe bisexual?
"I don't know. Never been with a woman. Never been with a man." Just as before, I simply shrugged and went back to eating my food like nothing had happened. I couldn't say the same for Bryan though. He on the other hand was having trouble keeping his jaw from hitting the table and had but all given up eating his salad.
"You've never...? You?" He waved his flattened hand up and down over my body as he spoke. "With the muscles and good looks have never been with anybody? At all?"
"Nope. Never even kissed anybody. Well, besides my mom and my sister, but yeah, not in that kind of way." After a moment of silence while he collected himself, I realized that he had just complimented me. "Wait, you think I'm hot?"
"Uhm..." I didn't think it was possible for someone with as dark of a complexion as him to visibly blush, but there it was. "I mean, yeah, I mean. Come on..."
"Thank you. I've never had a guy tell me that before."
"That doesn't bother you either?"
"Nope. Never been one to turn down a compliment. In fact, I want to give one in return and tell you that I think you're a pretty awesome guy Bryan. It takes courage to say what you did with the fears that you had. And if you want to keep it a secret, your secret is safe with me."
"Thank you. Uhm, it's not really a secret, but no one usually cares."
"Why is that?" I tilted my head in confusion. I understood Bryan wasn't the most conventionally handsome guy, but he wasn't ugly. Sure, he wears glasses, he's skinny, and wears simple clothes, but he's nice and has a nice smile. He seemed to me like a really good guy.
"Look at me. I'm the nerd. No guy, or even a girl for that matter, wants to date the nerdy guy, let alone hook up. Though, I don't like hook-ups."
"I think you don't give yourself enough credit. You're nice. You made it into college so you're obviously at least a little smart. I'm sure you're way smarter than me. I don't know what guys like in other guys, but I know girls like that stuff." I found it interesting that he didn't like hook-ups. I spent a few seconds wondering if he knew that from experience or if he just didn't like the idea of it. I found it hard to believe that he could had possibly lost his virginity before me.
"Maybe..."
"You'll see. Trust me. You'll find some guy in no time. Ready to head back to the room?"
"Yeah."
"We can chill and listen to more jams. Maybe I can get you to actually sing sing instead of just mumbling to yourself."
"You heard!" He blushed heavily once more and hid in his face in his tray as we walked to the trash.
"Yeah I did. You have a nice voice, gotta let it out some more."
The two of us joked around some more as we walked back to the dorm. Over the ten minute walk I learned that Bryan was like me and was from out of state. He grew up in Florida and came to school on a scholarship as well. Apparently his father worked in pharmaceuticals and knew one of the professors here. That was the reason he came. So, like me, he didn't have any friends on campus either.
When we got back to the dorm Bryan jumped right back onto his game while I resumed the music. I watched him play for a bit and we chatted more. He told me about his family. His mom was a chef. His whole family was vegetarian because of her. She believed in the power of vegetables. So did he. He didn't go into detail, but he had been working on something with his dad for years. It was some kind of supplement, but even after a bunch of egging he wouldn't tell me more.
After a couple hours of chatting, an alarm rang out from my phone. It was an alarm that I had set earlier with the intention of working out.
"What was that?" Bryan asked from his chair, not turning over towards me though.
"It's nothing. I'm just going to do it tomorrow."
"It was important enough for you to set an alarm, what is it?"
"it was for me to get a workout in, but I'm tired and chilling with you. I can just do it tomorrow. It's no big deal."
"Sounds like an excuse. You're not really doing anything right now. You're just listening to music. You can do that while working out."
"I mean, I intended to go to the gym over by the clubhouse, but I suppose you're right, I could jjst work out in the room."
"I didn't...oh...uhm, okay..." I saw the subtle signs of a blush forming.
Immediately jumped up from my bed and began to knock out several sets of body weight exercises. Push ups, sit ups, burpees, mountain climbers, planks, and variations of each. After each set I grew sweatier and began huffing more. I would also look over at Bryan who was doing his best to hide the fact that he kept looking in my direction. I decided to have fun with the guy by taking off my shirt. I knew I wasn't the most muscular guy in the world. Hell, not even on my own team, but I did look good. At least I thought so. My abs and pectorals had definition and that was good enough for me. The way I looked currently though, with the sweat glistening off my body, I had to admit, it was one of my more photogenic moments. By the time Bryan noticed the change in wardrobe I was already going through another cycle of my circuit.
"Hey Bryan...if you want.... I can....help you...with some workouts..." I huffed at the finish of each burpee. Burpees were the worst.
"That's alright. I'm not much of an exercise kind of guy." By now Bryan had all but paused his game and was openly watching me. Although, nothing about the way he watched me made me feel uncomfortable. He almost seemed to appraise my movement with a careful eye.
"You sure? I may not be able to help you this year with homework or whatnot, but I could maybe help bulk you up. Help you catch a date with some lucky guy?"
"I might take you up on that someday. Not tonight though." He smiled and continued to watch me, perhaps now with more interest. Maybe I was just imagining that.
When my workout finished I was literally dripping with sweat. All the sweat had covered my mop top hair and drops of sweat fell down my face like little raindrops. My body was slick and shiny from all of the perspiration. I needed a shower.
"I'm a mess, it's almost bedtime, and we both should probably take a shower. Wanna join me? Check out the showers?" I flexed my eyebrows up and down with a smile.
"I do need to shower..."
He seemed torn. I knew I was comfortable showering with other dudes from all my years playing sports, but I knew it wasn't the same with everyone. I started gathering my shower bag and pulled out a towel from one of the drawers. When I went to get a spare set of clothes I noticed Bryan get up from his chair sheepishly and start to do the same.
"That's it. No worries. I'm all set, so I'll see you over there."
Before heading out the door I slipped on my shower shoes and started walking down the hall with my shirt off and my towel draped over my shoulder. I nodded at some of the guys who were hanging out in the hallway as I headed to where the bathrooms were situated.
When I got inside I got my first look at the bathrooms and the showers. I noticed the showers were communal. No stalls separating anybody. Ouch. I didn't know how Bryan would take that. I supposed he would have to get used to it if he didn't like it.
I stripped down to nothing and headed to the toilet first. I hadn't went pee all day and relieved myself. I looked down at my soft member and smiled. Just like my body, I wasn't the biggest, but I knew I wasn't the smallest. I wondered how me and Bryan would handle jacking off? Would we give each other some privacy and leave the room? It was something I took note to bring up later.
After I finished peeing I walked past the benches outside the showers where I had left my clothes and headed into the communal shower room. There was one other guy in the room, but he quickly finished up as I walked in. He was a heavier set guy and I could tell he was nervous about showering with others because he had a pair of swim trunks on.
Within a few minutes I heard the door to the bathroom open up. I wondered if that was Bryan or if he had chickened out. I turned back and saw the familiar puff of hair and glasses peeking into the room.
"Hey man, set your stuff down and come on in!" I watched as he slowly backed away from the open entrance and went back to the benches.
A moment later I saw Bryan again. This time he was shirtless and he had a towel wrapped around his lower half. He didn't have his glasses on. I wondered how much he couldn't see without them. He had one hand holding on tightly to the knot that kept his towel on him and the other on his shower supplies.
Honestly, he looked good. His baggy clothes hid most of his body, but there was decent definition to his features. I knew it was mostly from having almost no fat on his frame. Which wasn't a bad thing. It worked for him.
"I didn't think that the showers would be this open." He mumbled nervously but kept walking towards me and set his supplies down on the shower shelf adjacent to mine. I found it funny that despite his nerves he still chose to come right next to me.
"It's alright. A lot of showers are like this. Now come on, what are you waiting for?" I turned to face him. We were only a few feet apart and I saw that his eyes immediately went down to my crotch and shot out wide. "Eyes are up here bud." I laughed. It was the first time I had gotten to say it to someone instead of a girl saying it to me.
"I'm...! I'm sorry...I didn't..." He blushed bright red and started to walk back out the room.
"Hey! Hey! It's okay. I'm just joking. It's okay to look. I'm not offended. If I didn't want anyone to see I would shower with some shorts on like that other guy who was here before me." He stopped walking away and came back, but I noticed that his towel had a new lump in the front of it that I hadn't expected.
"You're seriously not bothered by this?"
"Not at all. Now drop the towel and let's wash up. I don't know how long this hot water will last."
"Alright..." He mumbled and for the first time I saw his clenched fist relax and finally pull free. As he set his towel on the hook to the right of his shower head, I got my first glimpse of my roommate in all his glory.
It was my turn for my eyes to go wide with shock. Bryan Maxwell was fucking hung. I guess it was true what they said about black guys. At least in his case. His dick was still soft, well kind of, and the thing was already a good bit longer than I was hard. Beyond its length, it was fat. I mean, insanely fat. The thing looked as thick as a can of Coke. Holy fuck. The biggest surprise of all though, which is saying something, was his balls. Behind his thick cock was the largest set of balls I had seen on anyone, ever. Even in porn. The two hefty orbs hung low between his thighs and seemed to be as large as a grapefruits, each one! It was unbelievable. I was looking right at it all and I still couldn't believe it.
"Wow Bryan, just wow. And you say you have trouble finding dates?" I finally stopped staring and turned back to my wall to finish washing myself.
"Yeah, I guess. It's complicated." He mumbled the last part and focused on washing himself as quickly as possible.
"Want to talk about it when we get back to the room? Seems like it troubles you, probably for a while."
"Yeah, kind of. I can't exactly talk to my parents about it. You sure you don't mind?"
"Dude, you gotta stop asking me that. I'm here for you. Whatever you need man." I reached out next to me and placed a reaffirming hand on his shoulder for a moment and then brought it back to my body.
"I appreciate it. It'll be nice to know that I'll have a place where I don't exactly have to hide myself. You know?"
"Yeah man. I feel ya. Anyway, I'm all washed up. I'll see you back in the room."
I stepped away and went to the main area of the bathroom and dried off. I put on my pajama bottoms and a simple C-U-M t-shirt before walking back to the room. The whole way there I couldn't get the image of Bryan and his cock out of my head. The thing was absolutely massive. For a split second I found myself wondering what it would look like hard, but quickly shook the thought away.
I wasn't in the room for more than three minutes before I heard the buzz of the door and saw Bryan walk in. He set down all his stuff and laid out on his bed. Unlike his sweatpants that he wore all day, now he was wearing a pair of boxers. A pair if boxers that had the most obscene bulge in the front of them. Though that was hidden quickly as he crawled under his covers. I had pulled out a book, expecting to be able to read for a little before he came back, but I set it down when I saw that he was looking my way expectantly.
"Wanna have that talk?"
"I think so." He let out a heavy sigh.
"Well, lay it on me." I threw my book on my desk and turned fully towards him from my bed. He had my undivided attention.
"Okay, well, so, uh, where do I begin?"
"I don't know. You say finding dates is complicated. How so?" I tried to sound reassuring and I smiled at him.
"So, ugh, why can't I say this." He growled at himself and then collected his thoughts. "Let me start by saying that I've had dates before. I went out with some guys in high school. I went to a small school and there were only a few of us that were gay. At least openly. So, things led to other things. We talked and decided `hey, we're both gay, let's do stuff together.' You know?" He paused and looked over at me. I simply nodded and let him continue. "It was weird. Like, I had no feelings for the guys and so when we fooled around I just felt wrong. After a while it felt like the guys were into me more for my dick than for me. Does that make sense?"
"I guess. So, you didn't just want to have sex, but make a connection first and you have trouble finding that?"
"Yeah! Yeah, I mean. My friends didn't understand it. They couldn't understand why I wanted to talk about things and stuff. They just wanted to do stuff. And I mean, don't get me wrong, I have urges too, but I just can't. I think it's because of how my mom and dad are. They said that they were each other's firsts. That they found that someone special and gave it all to them. I want that too I guess. Maube not the whole soulmate thing, but I definitely don't want to just hookup with people that want me for my dick. That's why it's complicated. Besides it, I have nothing going for me. I'm a scrawny little dweeby nerd."
"Hey, you're more than that. I just met you today, but I can tell you're a good guy."
"Do you really think that? How do you know?"
"I just have a good feeling and every time you tell me more about yourself it confirms it. For instance, you always ask if what you're doing is okay. You're considerate of others feelings. You care about people. You take care of yourself. You sound like you had a good upbringing with sound morals. Like when we went to the cafeteria, you held that door open for that girl and didn't say anything when she ignored it. I would have been pissed. You just let it happen and held your tongue."
"You really think I'm a good guy? You're not just saying it to make me feel better?"
"Promise." I brought my hand up to my heart once more and made a cross.
"Thanks Matthew. I'm really glad to have you as a roommate." He smiled big at me and I thought that I saw a small tear escape the corner of his eye.
"I'm glad you're my roommate too Bryan." I felt like getting up and hugging him, but decided against it. "You know, I was so scared moving away from my home state and coming to college all alone. I mean, don't get me wrong, I wanted to leave, but I just didn't know what was going to happen. It's really awesome that I got to meet you."
"I feel the same way. Buds?"
"Of course man!" I looked at my phone for a moment and saw how late it was. "Oh shit, we should be getting to bed. Classes start tomorrow."
"You're right, hold on, I'll get the light. I have to take my pills."
Bryan stood up and I once again got a glimpse of that ridiculous bulge. He walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a giant pill bottle. He must have refilled his water bottle before showering because for the third time today I watched him drink from the same full gallon jug. He pulled put six massive pills and chugged over half the gallon in one go, took a breath, and chugged the rest.
"How....why do you drink so much water?" His face dropped, like a little kid getting caught doing something wrong.
"It's part of a thesis that I'm working on."
"What's the thesis? Does it have anything to do with the supplements you and your dad were working on?" I grinned heavily because I had a feeling that was exactly it. He saw the grin and how much confidence I had in my suspicion.
"Yeah..." He droned out and walked over to turn off the light, shadowing the whole room in darkness. "You can't tell anyone though. Promise?"
"I promise I won't tell anyone Bryan." Even though it was too dark to see, I crossed my heart.
"Thank you Matthew. Goodnight." I saw his silhouette grab something from his desk and heard him fidgeting with something with his back turned to me before crawling into bed.
"Goodnight Bryan."
The next morning I woke up to an unfamiliar alarm. It must have been Bryan's. When we were listening to music yesterday I remember him telling me he had an early class. I just didn't think he would have to get up before the sun fully rose in the sky.
Through a half-shut blurry eye I saw Bryan get out of bed. Just like right before bed, I saw him messing with something, but he had his back turned. I was too tired to care and rolled over towards the wall.
"Sorry for waking you. I'll turn my alarm down next time." He whispered towards me.
I simply grunted and waved him off. My hearing faded, but I could hear him get dressed before running out the door towards his class.
Hours later I woke up to my own alarm and rolled out of bed. I had never been much of a morning person. It took me a little bit longer than others to be functional, but since I had been woken up earlier, today I felt a little more ready to go than usual. I even had the room to myself and an erection that was straining my pajamas.
I lifted my covers and dropped a hand down to the turgid length to give it a little squeeze. I figured I had time and knew I'd be quick. I grabbed a washcloth from a drawer underneath the bed and pulled out my phone. I opened up my favorite tube site and decided to throw on some interracial porn. My erection was already at full staff and so I clicked to the heat of the action. The guy was absolutely slam fucking this tiny little blonde girl. His huge thick cock was destroying her little pussy.
I felt precum flowing down my shaft. I hadn't been this turned on in a while. Perhaps it was because I hadn't jacked off in days. As I grew closer to finishing the guy pulled his cock out and begging stroking his meat in front of her face. His dick was huge. I was so close. Then my mind started to picture Bryan. His cock was that big. Bigger even. And those balls. So full of cum.
"Ungh...fuck..." I felt myself tense up before shooting all over my shirt. Three huge ropes splashed across my chest. I had never shot that far before. I almost reached my chin. And I did it thinking of Bryan. Fuck. What was wrong with me?
I looked down at myself. My cock began to shrink. I pulled off my shirt and crumpled it into a ball. I used that ball to wipe my dick clean. Guess I didn't need a washcloth. I tucked my dick back into my pajamas and threw my soiled shirt in a laundry bag. I had my fun, it was time now to get ready for class.
As I changed clothes I walked over to my desk and saw something in the trash bin. Something that wasn't there yesterday. Standing half naked, I leaned down and pulled out a shiny square wrapper. I was still a virgin, but I recognized a condom wrapper when I saw one. This one was gold and in big bold letters `XXL' was written on one side. I knew who it belonged to, but when did he use a condom? I wasn't that heavy of a sleeper. Weird.
I put the wrapper right back where it was in the bin and continued dressing. I grabbed my much smaller Yeti water container and headed out for breakfast before class. It was a long day for me. Two classes and baseball practice. The season didn't start until February, luckily. I hoped college ball wasn't too much harder than high school, though I knew it would be deep down inside.
College was so much different than High School. I did my best to type out notes on my laptop, but I found that I couldn't keep up. Some girl next to me in my first class had seen me struggling and leaned over to talk to me during the lesson.
"Psst, hey, guapo." The Latina girl snickered to herself when I simply turned out wondering who she was talking to. "Yes, you. Here." She handed me a piece of paper with her name and number on it. Maria. "Call me sometime. I'll send you the video of the whole lecture." She winked and me and turned back to face the professor.
I glanced over and saw that she had her phone sitting on the desk and it was recording the whole thing. Had she simply wanted to give me the video, or something more. I would be lying if I said my dick didn't twitch a little at the thought. Maybe college wouldn't be so bad after all.
My next class I decided to copy the same thing and took a video on my phone while also taking notes. It took a lot of the pressure off knowing that I could fall back on the video if I couldn't type something out fast enough.
Before practice I was able to go eat lunch. While grabbing food I saw Bryan eating a salad by himself. I felt excited when I saw him. More excited than I had been all day. From the lunch line I grabbed something light. A simple turkey and cheese sandwich with some mixed veggies. I didn't want to eat too much before running and working out.
"Hey Bryan!" I shouted as I slammed my tray down on the table. He jumped and grabbed his heart before slapping at my arm.
"Cheese and Rice! Don't scare me like that Matthew!" He laughed once he had a chance to calm down. "I didn't expect to see you until after your practice."
"Same, I don't have to be there for another hour so I figured I'd get some lunch in me. How was your first day of classes?"
"Great! My professors seem really cool and I was able to get some work of my own done in between the two. How about you?"
"Same, though I didn't have time to really see how cool my professors were. I was too busy frantically taking notes! I was so used to seeing phones as evil no-nos during class that I didn't think to use it to record the whole thing until I saw this one chick do it."
"Aww, yeah that's really smart. I should start doing that. Any plans for after practice?" He seemed more anxious than usual. He had already finished his salad and was now taking large sips from his water jug.
"Nothing. Why? Did you want to do something?"
"No, no, it's just..." He leaned in to whisper again. "I just wanted to make sure I had time to...you know..." He made an all too familiar motion with his hand before leaning back in his chair and offering me a nervous smile.
"Ha!" I burst out laughing, which did nothing but cause Bryan to instantly freak out and try and quiet me as people started to look towards the two of us. "Oh, man, I felt the same way. I was going to bring that up with you last night, but forgot after our conversation."
"Why are you laughing so loud?!" He said in a loud whisper, still trying to shush me.
"Because I jacked it this morning when I woke up." I snickered some more and then so did Bryan. The two of us were like a duo of hyenas just giggling away. "Oh fuck... yeah man, do your thing. After this, there is practice, which should last over an hour and I'll probably hit the gym for another hour after that. You've got plenty of time. Go nuts....literally!"
The two of us started another giggle fit. We only stopped when one of the more senior students threw a wadded up napkin towards us and told us to `shut the fuck up'. There were some other words in there, but they don't need to be mentioned.
"Thanks Matthew. Um, should we come up with some kind of signal or something?"
"I've seen in movies that people usually hang a sock or a tie or something on the doorknob. We could do that. Leave it on there when we are either jacking off or maybe with somebody? Take it off when we are finished and the coast is clear?"
"I like that. That works." Bryan smiled at me and then nothing.
There was a new moment of silence between the two of us. Neither of us had anything else to add to the conversation. I knew Bryan was now going to the room to jerk off his huge cock. It was an image, that despite myself, I couldn't get out of my head. I looked at the nerdy guy sitting across from me. Everything about him, from his puffy head of hair, to his glasses, to his baggy graphic tees seemed so familiar. They were all things I had seen before and had an expectation in my head of. Of which, nothing prepared me for what was in his pants.
Fuck.
Why am I thinking about his dick again? He's gay and I'm, well, I don't know. Fuck. Am I gay? I had told friends, even Bryan, that I didn't know what I was. I always assumed I was straight because I found women hotter than men. I had showered with hundreds of dudes, seen them all naked, and not once had I thought about them sexually afterwards. Meanwhile, if I saw even a remotely hot girl in the hallway I would fantasize about her for days. Now I found myself thinking about Bryan.
Fuck.
"Matthew. It's getting late. You'll be late to practice. You alright?" Bryan's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I shook my head before looking at the time.
"Fuck, sorry, I was just lost in my own head. I'm gonna run over to the field. Try not to go too crazy in the room and I'll catch you in a couple hours." I stood up and threw away my tray. Bryan did the same and we separated without another word.
All throughout practice I was lost in my own head. My mind ran through scenario after scenario. I wondered if I should try and catch Bryan jacking it one day? Maybe I should bring things up with him? No, that would be weird. Everything about this was weird. I had spent an entire practice and a workout thinking about various ways to see more of my roommate in a sexual way. FUCK!
It was time to think rationally. I had only known the guy a couple days and didn't know a whole lot about him, but what I did know was that he was more of a romantic. I even considered myself one, though I had never been on a date before. I liked the `idea' of a romantic. The question was, did I want that with Bryan? Or was I just curious about men in general?
I mean, I liked Bryan. He was genuinely a good guy that I got along with. Laughter with him was easy and I felt I could really be myself around him. Though, the same could have been said about many of my friends and I never wanted to do anything with them. I am hopeless. I just need to forget the whole thing. Bryan's a good guy and doesn't need a guy like me using him to explore his own feelings.
When I got back to the room I was covered in sweat and dirt. I had worked out in the same shirt and underwear from practice, only changing my shorts. I knew I smelled disgusting. I only thought about showering at the gym in hindsight after I had reached the dorm. I had been too lost in thought.
I saw that there wasn't any kind of clothing on the door when I got back and so I simply pushed in the keycard and opened the door after the loud buzz sounded.
When I got inside I noticed one thing right away. Instantly upon opening the door there was a rush of masculine musk. It was a scent that even the sweatiest of gym locker rooms couldn't replicate. Had this been because of my workout in the room last night, or maybe from the two of us jacking it? No, couldn't be. I had worked out and masturbated in my own room at home for years and it hadn't smelled like this.
"Hey Bry, how was your, uhmm, you know?" The nerdy guy was sitting at his computer desk, playing a game, and wearing a new pair of sweatpants.
"Oh... uh, yeah, it went great." He turned to me and must have seen my face wrinkle. "I'm sorry. It's the vitamins. They make my pee and my...yeah...stink sometimes. Let me get the window." He got up quickly and opened the window that was right behind our two desks.
"It's alright man. Just wasn't expecting it." I threw a gym bag down at the foot of my bed that I had gotten from coach to be able to carry all of my equipment. I looked over at Bryan. He had paused his game and was focused on me now.
"How was practice?" He asked excitedly. It was one of the first times I could remember someone asking me about my day with genuine interest.
"It went well. We got issued our uniforms and then we ran a bunch of benchmark drills to see where we were all at. I got to meet my teammates and my coach. Good guys. After that I just worked out at the gym with a couple other guys who had the same idea. It was good. Tiring, but good."
"Yeah, you look beat." Just like with me, I could see his nose twist as he caught wind of me. "And you kind of smell."
"Do I?" I asked jokingly and took a big whiff of my armpit. I walked over to where he was sitting and held my underarm to his face. "Do I?"
"Ugh!" He coughed and turned away. "You're gross." He shoved at my side. I gave in to the soft push and backed away.
"I know. I need a shower. Wanna head over and grab one with me? Or did you shower already?" It felt so natural to simply ask him to tag along. Though there was no reason why he should. He was a grown up just like me and could shower when he wanted.
"Already showered after, you know..." He blushed again.
"I figured. No big deal. I'll be right back."
Showering was much the same as it was yesterday. This time there was a different set of guy around the various shower heads, but everyone kept to themselves. With no one to talk to, I simply washed quickly and left.
When I got back to the room, Bryan was still at his desk. I noticed the smell had mostly gone away, which was good. I had only put on a pair of boxer briefs and a plain gray t-shirt after showering. I threw my dirty clothes in the laundry bag by my bed and hopped on the mattress.
"I'm back."
"I see. You smell much better." He smiled and kept playing his game.
I thanked him and that was the end of our interaction for the time. It was a couple hours before dinner and so I decided to try and translate the lectures from earlier into notes. I sat on my bed with my laptop in my lap while Bryan played his games. I wondered if Bryan had already finished his work for the day. He was smart and this was freshman year, he may have already known most of the first day stuff. He seemed like the type.
To his credit, once he saw what I was doing, he turned down his game volume and didn't try and talk anymore, letting me do my thing. Though, I kind of wish he did.
In the absence of conversation, I found my mind filled with more thoughts. I wondered now about the little details about the guy. I wanted to know what he masturbated to, what turned him on, what role did he see himself as in bed? I even laughed to myself as I called myself an idiot for thinking that someone with a dick that big would be anything but the one on top. That said, I didn't know for sure, and I definitely found myself curious.
"What's funny? You keep giggling? Your professor that funny?" He turned towards me as I suppressed a chuckle.
"Nothing, just my own thoughts. I crack myself up sometimes." I said with a smirk, masking the real reason.
"Uh huh, did you want to grab dinner again? I'm getting hungry."
"Yeah, I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to grab something. Good timing." I got up and threw on a pair of gym shorts and the two of us set off.
Along the walk I asked Bryan about his classwork and just as I had thought, he already knew most of it. He even told me that I had surprised him. He had it in his head that all jock guys had no interest in school. He liked that I cared about my school work and was taking lots of notes. When I told him that it wasn't the only thing that was surprising about myself.
"Bryan, I have to ask you something. It's killing me." Bryan looked nervous as the two of us sat down at the table. "What's with all the water?"
"Oh..." He sighed and looked at his freshly filled gallon. Cucumber and Lemon were the fillings of choice this evening. "...that. Uhm, habit?"
"Is that really it?" I raised my brow at him.
"Partially." He sounded in pain. He looked like he was caught between a rock and a hard place. Uncomfortable.
"You don't have to tell me. I just want to know more about you. I like you." The last sentence slipped, but it came off innocent enough that Bryan didn't pay it any mind.
"I want to tell you. It's really not a big deal." He took a big gulp of his water. "It's just my dad warned me about revealing too much about our experiment, but I am really bad at keeping secrets and this whole thing has been killing me. Promise not to tell anyone?" He looked around and made sure no one was near our table.
"I promise." My fingers followed the familiar pattern across my chest.
"So, please don't be freaked out or anything." I shook my head and he continued. "I had this crazy idea when I was sixteen about the possibility of some combination of herbs or diet that would elevate sperm count in men. Not exactly an original idea. Fertility and impotence have been subjects of study for years. I just felt that I could come up with something better. You know?"
"Why?" It was a simple question. I was too shocked to think of any other kind of add-on. Bryan was telling me at sixteen he wanted to cure infertility. It was strange.
"I figured you'd ask. Umm, please don't think I'm weird..." He whispered to himself. "One of the things I really liked watching in porn was guys blasting these huge loads and I wanted to be able to do that too."
"Oh..." It was my turn to blush. "I don't think your weird. Big facials are hot."
"Yeah..." He chuckled nervously. "Well, anyway, I told you what my parents do for a living, but I didn't tell you that my dad isn't my biological father."
"What?!" I gasped. Of all the things he told me `that' was the most shocking. That. Seriously. That's what got a gasp of exclamation. I have fucking problems.
"I know. Surprising, but yeah. My dad is sterile. My mom and dad had to go to a sperm clinic to have me. I had known this for a long time and so when I ran my idea by my father, he agreed to help. I did all the research on my own, he just helped get me the supplies and helped manufacture the pills. Since I'm not licensed in any way, my only test subject over the last two years has been myself." He seemed to pause, waiting for me to respond.
"And the water?"
"Oh, yeah. Well, so, uhm, the pills I came up with worked, to some degree. At least partially. I haven't been able to come up with a way to make a sterile man's sperm actually, you know, viable again, but I did find a way to severely increase production." I could see Bryan get more and more excited. I could tell he had been wanting to ralk about this with someone for so long. "Aiding the increased production came with a couple particulars. One was that I noticed I was becoming severely dehydrated and drinking more water actually helped increase the amount of sperm. Second was that diet came into play. I asked my mom and did research of my own and found that a clean diet boosted production as well."
"So, you drink gallons of water a day so that you can cum a lot?"
"Yeah, pretty much." His nervousness had mostly faded and instead I saw someone who looked different. Confident. It was weird.
"How much do you cum?"
"I..." He paused and considered his response. "Alot."
"Enough to fill an extra-extra-large condom?" I smirked. The inappropriate conversation was starting to arouse me slightly.
"You saw that?"
"Yeah, I saw the wrapper when I woke up. Didn't know you jacked off before going to class."
"I didn't..." Bryan could see the wheels turning in my head as I processed his words. I felt like that lady in the meme with all the numbers and equations circling around her. "I wear one in my sleep. One of the side effects that I have started to develop is an excessive buildup and release of precum. When I get aroused in my sleep and wakeup with morning wood, I pre a lot. So I started wearing a condom to bed a few weeks ago. You think I'm a freak don't you?"
"Not at all." I looked at Bryan. The bravado from mere moments ago was crumbling away before my eyes. "It's definitely weird. Don't get me wrong. But it is your body and your experiment. It's not hurting anybody and hell, it's even kind of hot." I blushed a little, hoping my admittance wasn't too much.
"You think so?"
He saw my blush and blushed back. I didn't know how to proceed. Our conversation now took on a different atmosphere. I could feel it. He could feel it. That spark of intimacy laced the air around us. I admitted that I found his excessive cum hot. What was I thinking? All my thoughts from earlier reemerged. I didn't want Bryan to feel like I was using him. A part of me felt I was by pursuing my interest in him. It made me feel bad, but I cared for Bryan. I really did.
"Listen Bryan." I reached out across the table and slapped my hand on top of his for only a moment. "I need to say this. Again. I know we have only known each other for a couple of days now. Hell, barely that. I like you. I have never lied to you. I think you're a great guy. It's because of that that I need to air out my feelings. You know what you are. You know what you want. We're the same age, but at eighteen, I have no clue what I want. I've never been with men before or women. That said. I like you. Like, like like you. I literally thought about you all day at practice today. These thoughts and feelings are new to me and I don't want you to think that I have them because of what's in your pants. And if. IF. If something were to happen between us where we did stuff, date or something I don't know. If I were to learn that maybe I don't like being with a man, I don't want you to think I was using you to explore these feelings of mine. That said, I have feelings. Unknown feelings, but feelings. I just hope that doesn't ruin whatever we have now. Cause if it does, I would be devastated. I don't want that. You could forget everything I just...."
"Shhh..." He held up a finger within two inches of my lips, but didn't touch them. "It's okay. I understand. I went through a lot of the same thing high school. I know what I said about dating. I meant it, but I'm not naïve. I know that it might take me years to find the one'. What is important to me though is knowing that the person I am with has an interest in me'. ME. I can see that you do Matthew. I don't know if you want to put a label on anything between us other than roommates, but if you are curious. I wouldn't be opposed to going back to the room and helping you explore your feelings?" He smirked. The confidence was back. He had put the ball in my court.
"I...I'd like that."
Our walk back to the room couldn't happen fast enough. The two of us were acting like little kids who were trying their best not to get yelled at for running around the edge of the pool in order to get to line at the diving board the fastest.
When we opened the door to our room though, everything ground out to a stop. Now we were here and it was like neither of us knew what to do. Leading up to this moment my head had been filled with thoughts of fooling around with someone for the first time. That someone being Bryan. Now I was stuck in place and so was he.
"Matthew? Are you alright?" He was standing a couple feet away from me as I was in front of my bed.
"Yeah...I think so. It just all became real. Are we really doing this?" `Am I really doing this?' I thought to myself.
"We don't have to. I understand. I know it's a lot."
"No, I want this. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't doing anything to hurt you, you know?"
"I know you're worried about me. I promise you Matthew. I am fine with this. I want this. You are by far the hottest guy who has ever shown me even a small amount of interest." He closes the distance and held onto me. I was taller and larger, but I all of a sudden felt so small in his arms. "What are you comfortable with?"
He was so close that I could smell him. He smelled like soap. Fresh. As I embraced him I could smell more of him though. Rising up, there was that strong masculine aroma again. It was manly. I moved in closer to him and could now feel his crotch pressing into my leg. Even through both of our clothes, I could feel how large he was.
"Should we kiss?" I asked nervously. I had never kissed anyone. Came close once.
"I know I would like that." He took off his glasses and put them on my desk. "Here..."
His hand reached up and pulled my head down to his by the neck. His lips hovered close to mine. He left that little gap for me to close. I wanted this. Him. I wanted him. Our lips touched. It was a soft touch and then nothing. He pulled back far enough to look me in the eyes.
My first kiss had been built up to be this big thing in my head. I was told I would remember my first kiss for my whole life. So, there was a moment of confusion before I realized. It was the moment people remember. The intimacy. I had kissed another man, intimately, and I didn't want to stop. I was okay with this. More than okay. I wanted more.
Our lips closed together again. This time he pressed into me. Our mouths opened slightly and melded together. It was wet and exciting. Bryan pushed forward and followed me as I fell back onto my bed. He was on top of me now. His hand cradled my face. As we kissed more I found myself getting hot.
"Here, take this off." He clawed at my shirt, as if reading my mind. We both took our shirts off and threw them to the ground. The room was dead silent apart from our breathing and Bryan's gentle whispers. "You are so hot Matthew." He groaned as he sat up over me and looked along my body. His fingers ran across my newly naked skin. He admired my muscles. My eyes looked down to his sweatpants and saw that there was now a sizeable bulge forming and growing bigger each second. The scent grew stronger as his arousal grew.
"What do we do now?" I huffed. It had only been a little kissing, but I already felt out of breath. I was nervous. I knew what should come next, but I didn't know if I was ready.
"It's up to you, but normally we'd get fully undressed and then see where the mood takes us. We don't have to do anything you don't want to." He reassured me before standing up and stepping off the bed.
Without another word I saw his hands go to his waistband and began to push down. My eyes were glued to his crotch as it came slowly into view. As the fabric dropped, the base of his cock appeared. That fat, girthy, horrifying member followed suit. He was still semi soft as his dick hung freely between his thighs, but I could tell that it had thickened slightly from when I saw it in the shower.
When he had his sweats down to his knees I snapped out of my shock and followed suit by lifting my hips off the bed and sliding my shorts and underwear off of me. My seven inch erection slapped back up against my stomach. I had never felt so hard in my life.
"You have a nice dick." He complimented me. I was inclined to not believe him, but his eyes showed genuine interest and I watched as his fat cock pulsed even bigger as he took in my naked form. "Hold on one second." He held up a finger and then turned over to his desk and pulled out a familiar square wrapper. It was new condom. One for him.
"Uh... Bryan... I can't possibly...." I began to panic, eyes going wide.
"Shhh, it's not for that. Remember how I said I produce a lot of precum when I get erect? This is so I don't make a mess on your bed. At least not a big one." He giggled and slid the condom over his semi flacid glans. Despite being an XXL condom, the thing looked tight, even on his soft dick. "Now where were we?" He smirked and crawled back into bed with me.
The question was rhetorical as he instantly resumed where we left off. His lips found mine and this time he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Another first. I tried to copy what he was doing and moved my tongue along with his. At the same time I now felt his condom covered dick pulsing against my leg. The more we kissed, the more I felt him grow. He kept growing larger and fatter. Each time I felt he was as big as he could get I felt him even further down my leg. I was so turned on by us just kissing that my own dick was straining and twitching against his body. My pinned erection was leaking precum like crazy. I felt so close to cumming just from kissing Bryan. I didn't want things to be over though and so I broke away, catching. Bryan off-guard.
"What's wrong? Too much?"
"No! I mean yes... I mean... I feel like I'm going to cum already." I huffed and caught my breath once more.
I looked at Bryan. Without his glasses he looked so much more manly. Maybe it was the fact that he was naked, on top of me, and I could feel his massive cock pressing against me. Oh fuck his cock was huge. I glanced down. His body was covered in a layer of sweat, much like mine. As my eyes went lower I saw the giant mass of pulsing flesh. The huge thing was straining inside his condom. The whole thing had to be as thick as my own muscular forearm and over a foot long. The other surprising thing was that Bryan hadn't lied. I was sure that he hadn't cum yet and yet his condom had a grapefruit sized balloon at swelling up at the tip.
"I didn't think you'd like it this much?" He grinned and laughed happily. He placed a kiss on my cheek and dropped a hand down to my cock and began stroking it. My began leaking onto his fingers. I was so close.
"Bryan please...." I whined. I felt it. Just a little faster. Just a little bit tighter grip and I would burst. I wanted it so badly now.
"If you finish now, you're going to have to give me something in return. Is that alright?" He said calmly.
"Anything! Just please let me cum!" I was practically shouting.
"Promise?"
I didn't answer verbally. Merely bringing my hand up and crossing my heart. As soon as I did that I felt his grip tighten around my shaft and within two firm strokes I felt my cork pop. I shot a rope of cum so hard into the air that I felt the droplets fall on my chest and face like rain. The first shot was followed by a slightly weaker one. This one only landing on my chest. A few more followed that only reached my stomach. It was, without a doubt, the most powerful orgasm of my life.
After I was able to breathe again I opened my eyes and saw Bryan. Beautiful Bryan. He was looking at his cum covered hand carefully before he saw me looking at him. With a wink he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.
"Tasty. My turn." Bryan started to get up and step off the bed once more.
"What do you want me to do?" I stared as he peeled the condom off of his cock carefully. He held onto the large balloon and deftly tied the top into a knot before setting it onto his desk. His now naked cock was dripping onto the floor. It was covered entirely by a layer of sticky precum. Honestly, I was a bit worried about what he would ask me to do.
"I want you to come over here, on your knees and lick my cock. Then I want to cover you in cum." He smiled. His massive organ danced as he flexed it. It was so heavy that it hung down instead of sticking straight out.
It was a fair request. I simply nodded and crawled off the bed. As I got closer to Bryan his scent hit me like a truck. The musky aroma was so powerful that it made my head spin.
This was it.
My hand reached up and held tried to grab a hold of his shaft. His cock was too thick to even come close to wrapping my hand around. I stroked it a couple times. Each time I pulled my hand back towards me I saw a new drop of thick precum bead at the tip of his glans. He wanted me to lick.
I looked up at Bryan as I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. His eyes were opened wide. I felt him flex in my hand as I drew closer to him. My tongue flicked across the tip, drawing in a big droplet of precum and a heavy sigh of release from Bryan.
"Ah fuck... just like that. Keep doing that." He grunted. His voice sounded deeper.
I processed the taste of his precum. It wasn't too bad, a little earthy. It reminded me of the taste in my mouth after taking multivitamins. Weird, but manageable. The more I licked, the more precum that followed. Soon Bryan's dick was like a literal faucet. His dick was flexing hard in my grasp. I couldn't resist stroking him as I ran my tongue all along his length. It was so fat. I grew to like the taste more and more. I licked all over him.
"I'm going to cum Matthew! Oh fuck I'm going to cum!"
Bryan grunted heavily. I watched as the gigantic orbs beneath his cock heaved and lifted towards his body. His glans swelled out even larger. With one final stroke I watched as the clear precum grew as white and thick. A bead formed at the tip for half a second and then he let loose.
What followed could only be described as a one man bukkake session. A river of cum erupted put of Bryan and onto my face. After the first few blasts hit me I let go of his shaft. The shock was too much as I tried to escape the onslaught. The whole time the man covering me in a mountain of jizz was grunting and panting. His hand had reached out behind my head and held me in place. Towards the end of his orgasm I felt his stiff cock poke me in the face. Hot cum fought against my cheek. When I went to move my head Bryan forced his dick to the front of my mouth. His viscous cum had run over my nose, stopping me from breathing normally. I opened my mouth to suck in air, but was only met with a mouthful of cum. It was so thick. Thick like yogurt. I tried to spit, but his fat cockhead was pressed tightly to my opening, spewing more slimy cream into my mouth. I only had one option, swallow.
The taste of his cum was powerful. Not in a good way. It was like his precum, but ten times more potent. I wanted to gag and run away, but at the same time I had felt my erection return. I liked this. I liked how forceful Bryan was. No one had taken control like that before with me. I was always the one in control of my situation. I stopped fighting and continued to swallow his nut. Even after showering me in cum, there was so much left in his balls. When it was all over I felt like I had swallowed over a pint of his baby batter.
When it was finally all over Bryan let go of my head and took a step back. I felt his slimy cock deflate and slip down my face as he moved away. I couldn't see. I had lost that ability over a minute ago when he first started cumming. I could feel his heavy load all over me. On my face, in my hair, on my body, and on top of my legs.
I carefully used my fingers to wipe the cum out of my eyes. It was like glue. It stuck to me. It took several swipes before I was able to crack open my eyes and look at Bryan. He had a huge smile on his face as he sat on the edge of his bed. His cock looked like an elephant's trunk, hanging limp between his thighs.
"Holy fuck Bryan..." I gasped. I stood up and walked over carefully to where my towel was. I tried to wipe as much of the slimy stuff off of myself, but soon needed another towel as mine became covered in the stuff.
"I told you I cum a lot." He said nervously.
"I....you.... I... I guess you did..." I relented and felt myself give in and accept that I had asked for this in some way.
"Did you enjoy it?" He asked curiously.
"Honestly?" My erection from earlier had went away by now. "I liked it more than I thought I would."
"And that's good?" He too was still coming down from his orgasm. I guessed that he had done stuff with his old friends from high school and that they didn't necessarily enjoy the shower of cum.
"Yeah Bryan. That's good."
"Good enough to do it again sometime?"
"Definitely." I said confidently. Bryan responded with a Tiger Woods fist pump which made me laugh. "Not right now though. I need another shower."
"Me too!" He jumped up from the bed and gathered his things.
It was going to be a long and eventful year at C-U-M.