Wrestling Roommate

By Mathew Reeve

Published on Jun 20, 2020

Gay

GENERAL DISCLAIMER: This story contains sexual situations between adult males. It is loosely based on real world experiences.

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===== Chapter 4 ======

My newfound pleasure was jerking off with Jackson when he couldn't find a girl, which happened more and more as each week passed. They had caught onto his game. It was fine with me. The time we spent in our room was done with minimal clothing. Jackson took me with him to the gym and I had gotten back into the pool at the rec center. I joined the club team to keep in shape.

"Looks like the definition is comin' in good man," Jackson commented one evening.

"Yeah. I've been lifting on the days we don't have practice."

"Fits you," he said. "Think you're up to helping each other out tonight? I got a busy week and I kinda need to relax."

I answered by closing the curtain and dropping my shorts. Jackson stood up and stepped out of his, leaving him only in a jockstrap. He hadn't changed since wrestling practice. We pulled up a porn, this time a gangbang scene with just one woman. She was getting absolutely destroyed by a group of muscular men. As a few months had gone by, our sessions had increased, perhaps once or twice every week. We didn't speak about it to anyone else, it was ours to enjoy.

One evening, a Saturday night before midterms, Jackson and I sat on the couch. He was wearing just his jock and I just a pair of shorts.

"Want to wrestle?" he asked.

"Now?"

"Yeah, we took it easy this week. I just want to roll around a bit."

"Sure, but I've never wrestled before," I said.

We got on the ground, the soft rug in between our TV and couch gave us a decent mat. Jackson pulled some moves on me and going easy, he pinned me several times. I tried grabbing at him, but the straps of his jock didn't provide much leverage. When I tried to get a hold of his limbs, it didn't work. I just didn't have the skill. What I did notice was, that he was rock hard though, his cock stretching the limits of the white fabric pouch.

"That happen a lot?" I asked, motioning with my head to his crotch. My own erection was obvious, sticking straight up, creating a tent in my shorts.

"All the time man. That's why I have to jerk it all the time. It's embarrassing to get hard on the mat. It happens, but the singlet doesn't hide anything."

We moved around a bit more. Everytime it ended in my submission. Jackson was grinding his cock against me each time he pinned me.

"Fuck, I jerked off in the shower but this thing has an agenda of its own," Jackson said.

"Think it might be time to move on from wrestling practice," I said, grabbing one of his ass cheeks in one hand and his pouch in the other. Jackson shuddered.

"You read my mind," he said and took hold of my cock through the tented fabric of my shorts.

He used his other hand and yanked them down, exposing me. I hadn't bothered putting on underwear. I rarely did now. I usually freeballed, as did Jackson when he wasn't wearing a jockstrap. As we got more comfortable with each other, he usually only wore a jock. It framed his ass perfectly. He flexed it as he got up from the ground. My cock stuck straight out as I got to my knees.

He moved to sit down on the couch, our usual spot where we jerked off at. We used a small collapsible food table to rest whoever's laptop we used to watch porn. I wasn't sure what came over me, but I grabbed him by the hips before he could sit down and put my mouth on the pouch of his jock.

"Evan, bro," he said in surprise. I mouthed his cock through the fabric. "Oh man, that feels good."

His salty sweat mixed with the stale musk of his prior workout. I tasted the effort he had put forth in his workout and it got me even harder. I knew how hard he worked, he pushed me hard when we lifted together. I looked up and saw, over his rippled abs and ample chest, that his head was back and his eyes were closed. His hand found the back of my head as I pulled his pouch to the side, freeing his hard cock. Without thinking, I closed my mouth around it.

"Dude, Evan..." Jackson mumbled as I worked over his tool.

I had never sucked on a cock before. I never had the inclination. I moved my tongue around his head. I could barely fit his thick cock in my mouth. I gagged as he pushed my head against his cock, forcing it deeper into my throat. I pulled myself off and recovered. He looked down and apologized. Before he could finish, I took him in my mouth again, trying to withhold my gag reflex and burying my nose into his pubes. I inhaled deeply and the intoxifying smell of his sweat got me even harder. I could taste his sweat and the effort he had expended, not only in practice, but when we wrestled in our room. I looked up and saw him look down and smile.

"Evan, this feels amazing," he said, smiling.

I pulled myself off his cock. Spittle dribbled from my chin and mixed with the sweat and precum that oozed from his cock. He pushed me down onto the ground and pinned me by my shoulders against the carpet. In one move, he turned his body swiftly, positioning himself opposite to me. He grabbed my cock by the base and angled it toward him. I watched as his lips met my cock. I groaned as I felt the warmth of his mouth cover the head of my cock. He tried to take more of me, but wasn't able to.

"Not as easy as you made it out to be," Jackson said, slightly coughing.

I responded by taking his cock back into my mouth. With my other hand, I tugged at his balls, rolling them over in my hand. He reciprocated. I moved my hand over his ass and pulled against the strap of his jockstrap. He scooted closer to me and took hold of one of my ass cheeks, moving me closer to him. I was in heaven. My hand on my own cock felt great. Jackson jerking me off felt better. His mouth felt better yet. He applied the perfect amount of suction and worked my shaft with his other hand. I could feel that I was close.

As we laid there on the carpet, enjoying the simple pleasure of sucking each other off, Jackson's hand moved his hand around on my ass. His fingers found my hole and he carefully started rubbing it. It felt good, so I pushed into it and he got his finger in there, moving it around. This made my cock even harder. I couldn't contain myself and I blew my load in Jackson's mouth. I must have caught him off guard because he pulled himself off as I spewed out the last rope of cum onto his face. "You don't need to stop," he said, smiling at me. "I ain't there yet."

I focused my attention back to his cock and worked him over. I pulled on the straps of his jock and put his entire cock in my mouth. I was nose deep in his hairy bush when he grunted and held my head against his crotch. His body shuddered as his hot jizz hit the back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it. He let me off and I came up for air.

"Fuck man," Jackson said. "You ever done that before?"

"Nope," I said.

"That was the best head I've ever had."

"You weren't bad yourself," I replied.

"Girls will never be as good as that. They don't know what it's like. Where'd you learn that?"

"Just mimicked what I've seen in porn," I said, standing up and grabbing a towel. My cock was still sticking straight up and a last bit of cum sat on my piss slit.

Jackson got up and took off his jockstrap. There was no way he was going to get his cock into it now. He grabbed a towel and wrapped himself, positioning his cock to the side for obvious reasons. I did the same. We went to the shower and cleaned ourselves off from the sweat and cum. When we got back to the room, we dropped the towels and relaxed. I started reading for an assignment and Jackson did something on his computer, sitting on the couch.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Without waiting for an answer, it began to open.

===== Chapter 4 ======

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Next: Chapter 5


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