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Erotic story: Naked college jock roommate part 2

By RachtooYou can check out part one here

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of fucking.

“Slo-ow down, Park,” whispered Jake. “You’ll wake him up.”

“Aww, you worry too much. It’s just Mikey, he’ll understand.”

The slapping noises stopped.

“But if you want,” continued Park. “I can take it… real… slow.”

I could hear the wet glide of Park’s lubed-up monster cock in and out of Jake’s ravaged hole. Each thrust was followed by a sharp intake of breath by Jake, and before long, the poor bottom boy was struggling to contain his groans as Park’s slow fucking drove him wild with pleasure. I imagined the sight of Park’s massive tool sliding inch by inch into Jake’s boy-hole and then slowly pulling back out again.

“You like that?” asked Park.

By now, Jake was whimpering pitifully as his well-fucked chute accommodated Park’s fat cock for the second time that night. Clearly, Park was making all the right moves, because Jake’s squeals of delight would have made even a porn star blush. Park kept up his long dicking for a good ten minutes before Jake couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck me!” he yelped. “Please, just fuck me!”

“I thought you’d never ask,” replied Park as he started slamming into the hysterical bottom.

“Unh! Yes! UNH! Oh, god yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!” Jake no longer seemed concerned about waking me up as he howled in ecstasy.

By this time, my fist was rapidly pumping up and down my own cock as I listened to the sound of my roommate tenderizing the asshole of a boy he’d met only a few hours ago.

“Oh my god, Park, I’m about to cum!”

“Do it!”

“Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Here it comes!” Jake started squealing like a little pig as he came, and my own pent-up load finally burst out of my aching cock. I could hear Park’s animalistic moans as he too dumped another load, the sounds of his orgasm ringing in my ears as I coaxed out the final dribbles of cum from my own dick.

“Where are you going?” I heard Park ask in a happy voice.

“I don’t want your cum to dry all over my ass,” came Jake’s reply.

“Okay, I’ll just be right here,” mumbled Park sleepily as I heard the sheets rustle.

I scrambled to get my clothes back on as quietly as I could, but I wasn’t quick enough. As Jake opened the door, the light from the hallway fell directly on me just as I was pulling my briefs above my knees. I froze like a headlit deer, staring straight into Jake’s eyes as we both blushed with embarrassment. Without saying a word, Jake grabbed a towel (MY towel, I noticed), wrapped it around his waist and slipped out.

When I woke up the next morning, there was no sign of Jake. Park was still asleep, naked, his mighty chest rising and felling with each breath. Even his impressive manhood looked finally spent as it lay curled up over his equally impressive low-hangers. Wary of waking the sleeping giant, I carefully got dressed and headed out.

I met up with Dave in the cafeteria before out first lecture together. He had the strangest smile plastered on his face the entire time we were getting our food.

“What’s so funny, man, out with it!”

Dave chuckled. “Look, it’s probably none of my business, but are you and Park… together?”

I blushed furiously. “What makes you say that?”

“Look, bro, it’s none of my business. You do what floats your boat. Just, would you mind floating it a little more quietly?”

I almost choked on my toast. “Look, Dave, it’s not what you think. Park had someone over last night.”

“Sure he did.”

“I’m serious! He picked up this guy, Jake, at the party last night.”

“Park is gay?”

“Yeah, so?”

“No, I just meant, If anyone was gay I thought it would be– I mean, look at Park and look at you. No offense, bro!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Haha, I’m just messing with you!”

I could tell Dave was just trying to play it down. Had he meant what he’d said? Did I give off a gay vibe?

“Hey, where were you at the party?” asked Dave, trying to change the subject. He told me about a couple of sophomores he and Vlado had met at the party, and I tried to forget his earlier comment about how apparently I look gay.

I spent most of the day with Dave, since we had all of the same classes. After our last class of the day, I decided to head back to the dorms and hit the shower, since I was already sweaty from running around in the heat trying to find the right classroom.

I noticed that there were some streaks of dried cum on my towel, and realized that they were from last night when Jake accidentally grabbed mine on his way to the bathroom. It annoyed me that Jake didn’t seem to care about respecting my things, but then again, I don’t know how coherent I would have been after a sound fucking from Park’s monster cock.

I grabbed the cummy towel and my shower caddy and headed out. The cool shower felt really nice after running around sweaty all afternoon. Thankfully, the communal showers were empty this time of day, so didn’t have to worry about the other guys in the dorm ogling my plump bubble butt.

When I walked back to my room, I saw that Park had returned. And sure enough, he was naked.

“Are you ever going to put on some clothes?” I was a little flushed, still not used to being around a naked roommate.

“Aww, come on Mikey, it’s such a hot day!”

“You know, in a few weeks, that excuse isn’t going to work anymore.”

“Psh!” Park said dismissively. “Hey Mikey, look what I can do!”

“What?” I asked hesitantly, focusing on his grinning face so that I wouldn’t be tempted to check out his almost-full boner.

“Helicopter dick!” Park exclaimed, and then proceeded to demonstrate by whipping his schlong around in circles.

As silly as it was, I had to admit that it looked pretty impressive with Park’s big tool. I mumbled something appreciative and then shuffled over to my dresser to hide my interest in his flopping fuck-stick.

“Oh come on, Mikey. I meant it as a joke! Just trying to loosen you up, buddy.”

“It’s okay,” I mumbled, hoping Park would just drop it as I bunched my towel near my crotch to cover my tent. Then I realized I’d have to take my towel off to put on my boxers. Park noticed my dilemma.

“Is widdle Mikey feeling shy today?”

“No, Park, I’m just afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself!” I shot back sassily.

“Hell, I’ll let you touch mine if you let me touch yours!”

“I don’t want to do that!” I had managed to awkwardly pull my boxers up to my knees with my towel still wrapped around me.

“Aww, come on Mikey, what do I have to do to see that beautiful ass of yours?”

“Cut it out, Park!” I insisted, pulling my boxers all the way up just as my towel fell down. Not a moment too soon!

“I’m serious, Mikey! It’s a shame to hide that beauty from the world.”

“Not all of us are exhibitionists,” I told Park as I put on the rest of my clothes.

“But you’re so ashamed of it! If only…” Park slouched down on the edge of bed, his head drooping over his shoulders just like his pendulous cock dropping between his legs. “If only I could get you to see how beautiful it is.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that.

“I’m going to head down to the rec room with Dave and Vlado,” I announced, changing subjects. “Wanna come?”

“Nah, you go ahead. I”ve gotta get started on this stuff sooner or later.”

“Okay.” I felt bad for upsetting him. “If you change your mind, you know where we’ll be.”

Over the next few weeks, I settled into a comfortable routine pretty quickly. I hung out a lot with Dave, who was actually a pretty smart guy and helped me a lot with the assignments for our communications classes. I still tried to keep up with my running, though I would do it in the evening after the sun went down.

Even though he was a big friendly guy, Park didn’t come out partying with us any more after that first time. College was so new and exciting to us, it was like being a kid in a candy store. The three of us would hit the night in the hopes of finding a cute girl to go home with. It worked for Dave and Vlado a couple of times, but no such luck for me. Maybe Dave was right–maybe all the girls did think I was gay.

Park didn’t bring anyone home after that first night, though Dave and Vlado tried to get back at us by having very loud sex with a couple of sophomore girls. Park thought it was hilarious. I suppose it was funny, but it just made me horny and frustrated in my sexless state. I was still too terrified to jack off in front of Park or in the communal showers, so one those rare occasions that I had the room to myself,

I would jerk off like crazy. I was so horned up all the time from not jerking off every day and listening to all my friends talk about their sexploits. It didn’t help being around Park all the time when he was so open about his muscle god bod or his massive boners. With all my pent up sexual energy, it would only take me a couple of minutes to bust my nut.

When I knew I’d have the room for longer, I’d go for three or four cums in one session. I’d find myself thinking about that first night when I’d walked in on Jake getting a solid pounding from Park. I think it was just the fact that I’d never seen two people have sex in real life before.

Guys or not, they were both very fit, very attractive individuals, and I was just admiring their physical prowess and raw sexual magnetism. At least, that’s how I tried to justify the fact that I spent so much time pulling on my dick while replaying the events of that night in my head.

My opportunities for jacking off were rare. When Park wasn’t at lecture or at the gym, he’d be hitting the books (naked, of course). He was actually quite serious about his studies, and since he found the library too stuffy, he preferred the (naked) comfort of his own room. Park kept trying to convince me to join him, but I was quite hesitant after his reaction the last time he’d seen my large puffed-up ass cheeks.

He’d taken to calling me Plumpy when we were alone, and would swat my ass when we were both in our room at the same time. I’d notice that his swinging dick would stiffen a little whenever he did that, and was grateful that my cargo shorts hid my own reaction to his playful passes.

I tried to wear boxy shorts as often as I could because the bulky pockets would distract from the pronounced curve of my backside. Park would routinely voice his disapproval and I would routinely ignore it, but when I tried to wear them for an early morning workout one day, Park drew a line.

“For god’s sake, Mikey, you’re going to the gym!”

“What? No one will notice.”

“You’re being ridiculous and you know it.”

“Yeah… but I don’t want everyone staring at my butt.”

“At this time of day, we’ll probably be the only ones there.

He had a point.

“These.” Park handed me a pair of mesh athletic shorts. “Wear. Now.”

“Okay,” I said reaching for my towel to cover myself up.

“Oh come on, Mikey!” Park bellowed. “We’ll be late!”

“Okay, okay!” I turned around, quickly pulled down my cargo shorts and slipped on the mesh ones. “Let’s go.”

“You’re, uh, you’ve got. That. You’re wearing one.” Park would have seemed slow were it not for the stupid smile on his face.

“I wear it for running.” I felt the tips of the my ears turn pink. “Coach used to make us wear them.”

“I’ve never seen someone wear a jockstrap to the gym before.”

“Should I change it?”

“NO!” Park said a little too quickly. “No, don’t. They look good on you.”

“Thanks. Can we go now?”

Thankfully, there weren’t too many people at the gym early in the morning. We had our run of the place, and Park was nice enough to explain all of the different machines to me. I’d only worked with free weights before, but even with those Park helped me correct my form.

It was nice to see Park in his element, grunting as he pushed himself to do one more rep. His shredder tee drew attention to his ripped torso and bulging biceps. Even though I saw him naked every day, he looked even more desirable like this, straining his jock body to its limits.

Girls must throw themselves at him, I thought. Or guys. I found myself wondering if he ever hooked up with girls, and if he didn’t, what a waste it must be to have your pick of hot women and not want any of them.

When it was time to do squats, Park was a little more handsy than he needed to be, cupping and squeezing when a gentle touch would have sufficed. I let it slide since he was being such a big help, though I noticed a slight tent in his shorts afterwards. Park couldn’t be free-balling at the gym, could he?

My suspicions were confirmed when we went to do the bench press. While Park was spotting me, I had a clear view up his shorts to his bare package swinging just above my face. This was the closest I had ever been to his donkey dick. Not only was it right in my face, it was close enough that I could smell him. It wasn’t as unpleasant as I had expected, just sort of musky, but not in a bad way. It was quite strong, and heady, and to my own surprise, arousing.

“Little PJ turning you on bud?”

“What… makes you… say that?” I panted between reps, .

“You’re not exactly wearing cargo shorts, Mike.”

I quickly dropped the weights back and covered my crotch.

“Haha, don’t worry about it.” Park winked at me. “Wouldn’t be the first time he’s had that effect.”

Thankfully, my erection subsided in a minute, and I got through the rest of my workout without popping a boner. I left Park to finish his much longer routine and went back to the dorms to shower and get ready for the day.

I was supposed to meet Dave in the cafeteria for breakfast. The lucky bastard had spent the night at some girl’s, and when I spotted them in the cafeteria, it looked like the whole night hadn’t been enough.

“Heyyyy Mike!” said Dave, taking a break from sucking this girl’s face long enough to string together a sentence. “This is Nicci, and her friend–”

“Jake!” I called out. Red. This was a surprise.

“Good morning,” Jake said with all the pleasantness of a shriveled cactus.

“Oh, do you two know each other?” asked Nicci.

“In a way,” said Jake curtly.

“In a way?” inquired Dave.

Yes, Dave, he’s the one who was keeping up the entire dorm with his manic cries of ecstasy while getting sodomized by Park. Not me, like you thought, but this guy. Before I could find a reasonably polite way to say that, Nicci pulled Dave back in for another round of swapping spit. So, I busied myself with my eggs and toast while Red sat in brooding silence. The two of them showed no signs of letting up even when everyone else around us started bussing their trays and heading out for class.

“Walk with me,” Jake called put to no one in particular as he stood up and swung his non-functionally small leather backpack over his shoulder. Without any better alternative, I did as I was told.

“Why are you being so rude?” I finally asked.

“Why are you fucking your roommate?” Jake shot back venomously.

What? “I’m… not.”

“Oh.” Jake pondered this for a moment. “Why not?”

“Wha–uh, for one, I don’t fuck guys!”

“Oh. Lol, sorry.” He actually said the word “lol” out loud.

“It’s… okay?”

“You sure you’re not fucking Park?”

“God, if I hear one more person say I have ‘gay face’!”

“No, you dicklet, it’s not because you have gay face, which you do. It’s because you blasted a load all over yourself while I got fucked by your roommate.”

“Oh.” I blushed, grateful that he didn’t know about the many loads I had blown since then replaying that night in my head. “That.”

“That, and the fact that Park can’t shut up about your ass.”

What? “What?”

“He wants to fuck you. If you want to, you should fuck him. I already thought you were. He’s really good, but I don’t need to tell you that, you were there.”

“You’re very direct.” My mind was reeling. Surely it wasn’t true?

“Yes, I am. Look, sorry I was so pissy earlier. I was just tired of the hetero snogfest at breakfast. It probably would never have worked out with me and Park, but tell him to give me a call if he’s down for NSA shit, okay?”


“No strings attached. God, Michael, you’re clueless.”

“Sor-ree!” I said angrily.

“Don’t apologize. It’s cute on you. Thanks for walking me to rehearsal, gotta run.” Red surprised me by pecking me on the cheek and then elegantly sprinting off.

My surreal conversation with Jake occupied my thoughts for most of the day, so it wasn’t until I got home after dinner and lay down on my bed that I realized how stiff my muscles were.

“You okay, bud?” Park asked when he got back from his afternoon lecture.


“Aww, you sore?”

“No, I’m just one big ow.”

“Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?”

“My life is one big ow.”

“How about a nice rubdown?”

“The world is one big ow.” Wait, rubdown? “What?”

“Coach used to do this for us all the time, helps relieve the tension.”

“Oh… kay.”

“Take off your shirt.”

I tried, but couldn’t quite get my arms above my head without it hurting, so Park helped me out.

“There we go,” he said, squirting baby oil on my chest and rubbing it into my skin in long soothing strokes. Park definitely knew what he was doing.

“Damn, Park, that feels so good!”

“I’m glad.” Park unbuttoned my shorts. “Let’s get these off.”

“Do we need to?”

“Come on, Mikey, don’t be a wuss!”

I lifted my butt up, and Park tugged off my shorts.

And my boxers with them.


“Relax, bud,” said Park, grabbing my towel and placing it over my crotch. “Happy?”

I kept thinking back to my conversation with Jake, but I found it hard to focus on any line of thought with Park kneading the soreness out of my thighs. I could just feel the tension dissipating from my body as he slowly worked over my body.

“Turn over now, Mikey.”

I rolled over, still in a haze of relaxation.

“Damn!” hissed Park. It was a few moments before he started again, now working on my shoulders and back. I just melted into the feeling of having my muscles coaxed into submission.

Gradually, luxuriously, Park worked down to my glutes. My eyes jolted open as I realized that I had trapped the towel beneath me when I turned over.

“Just relax, Mikey,” Park instructed as he rubbed baby oil all over my meaty butt cheeks.

I wanted to protest, but I was too out of it to give a damn. So what if Park was manhandling my buns? If he kept kneading and caressing them like that, I could just drift off into my happy place.

“Just… relax…”

Park spent quite a bit of time squeezing and groping my over-sized glutes. He’d been so thorough with every part of my body, and now he just wanted to relish his prize. I couldn’t deny him that, could I, especially after how nice he’d been to me?

“Ohhh…” Park moaned.

It actually felt really nice. Not just in a relaxing way, but weirdly arousing too. I couldn’t tell at what point the massage had gotten sexual, but the soft cotton pile of my towel tickling my boner made me realize that I was in fact turned on.

“Fuck, Mikey!” Park muttered as his fingers started dipping into my crack.

“Mmm, Park!” It felt weird hearing the sound of my own groggy voice in the middle of this meditative experience.

“Shhh…” Park hushed me as he began searching for my hole.

“Grah!” He’d found it.


I had never realized my asshole was this sensitive. A gay friend in high school had told me it was supposed to be an erogenous zone, but I had dismissed that fact with a good-for-you kind of nonchalance. Now with Park’s expert fingers rubbing along my ass lips, I felt like someone had was showering hot sparks on my libido.

“I’m just going to, um…” Park trailed off as he slowly started pushing a single digit into my asshole.

“Oh!” It slid all the way in before I thought to clench.

“Just relax,” Park coaxed.

I tried, and Park began slowly rubbing his finger in and out of me. It was crazy, I felt like I was lighting up with pleasure from the inside. How had this not been part of my sex life so far?

“Mikey?” Park asked, slowly withdrawing his finger.

“Don’t stop,” I urged, surprising myself.


“What?!” I snapped, turning back to look at him.

I had never seen Park look so small. Even though he towered above me and could probably crush me between his pecs, Park stood there looking guilty as his massive dick created an obscene tent in his gym shorts. It occurred to me that Park hadn’t had a chance to strip off like he usually did since he stepped in the door. His huge tent would have looked comical, but knowing that his boner was for me, that my body had inspired such a rigid erection, turned me the fuck on.

“Is it okay if I–?”

“Yes, just don’t you dare stop what you were doing.” I settled back down comfortably, waiting to be pleasured by my muscle god roommate.

“Okay.” I heard Park shuck his clothes and then sit on the backs of my thighs.

“WHOA!” I cried out as I felt something hot and firm and huge poking into my crack.

“Relax, Mikey, I’m not going to… you know, enter you. I’ve wanted to try this for a while.”

Park pushed his horse-cock between my ass cheeks and then squeezed my buns together to trap it.

“Fucking hot ass,” Park whispered reverently as he began sliding his dick up and down my ass crack, using my bouncy butt cheeks to create a tight fuck sleeve.

I didn’t know how to feel about this. It felt strange, almost like I was taking on the role of a woman during sex. Except, Park was gay, so I guess he liked that I was a man. Yet, I was in a passive role, lying there on my dorm bed while Park slid his donkey dick up and down my ass crack for his own pleasure.

“Ohhh…” Park groaned, overcome by the sensations of having his cock enveloped by the twin globes of my ass.

As bizarre as it was lying there and taking it for the sake of another man’s pleasure, it was also such a turn on. Park wanted me, my body, my ass. All those years of bullies telling me that my ass was meant to be used by “faggies”… and now it was actually happening. And I loved it.

“Shit Mikey, feels so good!”

Even though Park was squeezing my ass cheeks together to create a tight crevice for his monster tool, he was being so gentle compared to what I’d seen him do with Red. It was almost like he was scared he might spook me by taking it too far.

“Fuck!” Park let out a series of deep grunts as he slow fucked of my ass cleavage.


He stopped abruptly. “Yeah, Mikey?”

“If you want, you can, you know, go harder.”

Park didn’t need to be told twice. He relaxed his weight on my thighs, squeezed my buns even tighter together, and then let me have it.

“Fu-uh-uh-uh-uck!” Park moaned as he began pistoning in and out of my butt crack.

My dick was now throbbing as it lay trapped between my stomach and the towel beneath me. It surprised me how exciting it felt to be used like this.

Park poured more oil onto his dick and my crack and resumed his thrusting, only now the slickness allowed him to pick up his pace even more.

“Mmh, yes…” I moaned breathlessly, reaching behind to hold on to Park.

This seemed to drive him over the edge. He let out an animalistic growl as he started slamming into me, humping my butt-cheeks for all that he was worth.

“I’m gonna come!” Park announced, and then seconds later I felt hot spurts coating my back, my ass, even my hair. Park roared as he thrust one, two, three more times, before collapsing on top of me, spent.

“Park?” I asked, after a minute had passed.

“Shit, sorry, Mikey, should I get off?”

“No it’s… I’m really close.”

Park immediately got off me and roughly pulled my ass up. I balanced on all fours as he scooped up his cum from my back and used it to jerk me off.

“Oh yeah!” I moaned.

“Let’s try this,” mused Park as he scooped up some more cum in his other hand and rubbed it on my hole.

“Oh fuck!” I yelped. Park patted and teased my ass lips as he kept up a fast pace on my cock.

“How’s that feel Mikey?” Park asked as he kept rubbing his man butter into my hole while using his other cum-slick hand to play with my cock head.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna–OH!”

The moment Park slipped his finger into my relaxed hole, I lost it. I whimpered as Park continued his brutal assault at both ends, making me spray cum all over the bed.

“Shiiiiiiiiiiit!” I panted as Park milked the last drops of cum out of me before I crumpled onto the bed.

“There you go, Mikey,” Park said reassuringly as he settled in to spoon me. “Now it’s time for a nap.”

I fought to keep my eyes open, but I felt so completely sated after that mindblowing orgasm and the glorious massage that before I knew it I was fast asleep.

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