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A taste for roommate dick/3.

A taste for roommate dick/3.

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A taste for roommate dick/2.

A taste for roommate dick.

A taste for roommate dick.

7/

Planting my mouth squarely on my roommate’s as I had turned to grab his cock was a test, of sorts. Call me paranoid, but I had just learned a couple of minutes earlier that I had been the secondary subject of some sketchy-sounding psych research project John had supposedly been conducting (nude, big floppy cock on public display) for the past six weeks. While I mostly believed his sketchy story, I also knew that I badly wanted to believe it. I was encouraged by what felt like an emergent boner pressing against my ass as he fondled my cock, but then I had been encouraged a half hour earlier by his sudden erection in apparent response to my description of the benefits that would be available under my ill-advised ‘bros with benefits’ proposal. John had been sitting naked in our window at the time, looking to me and all the world to be completely unhinged, but he had just told me he had been completing the last of his ‘field work’ for a psych project. Who knew? I wasn’t entirely certain that John wouldn’t pull the rug out from under me when I reached for his cock, announcing that he was still conducting research, this time on the gullibility of male roommates who were obviously attracted to guys but pretended to be straight. 

My sexual experience with other guys up to that time was still pretty limited. I had never been involved in any kind of real relationship and, apart from the intermittent attentions of an older cousin over a period of years, most of my encounters had been furtive, one-time affairs, usually with guys like myself who claimed to be straight (some of whom really were). We’d somehow find each other and then hastily engage in oral sex in a car or some other shitty place, going our separate ways afterwards. If I hooked up with a guy more than once (except my cousin, and not counting a few j/o sessions with my twin brother), there were usually weeks or even months  between our liaisons, during which time one or both of us was trying to convince ourselves that we really liked girls. When that didn’t go so well, and it almost never did, both I and my erstwhile partners would start looking again in our old haunts for a pacifier to suck. 

One thing I had learned from exchanging handjobs or blowjobs with a succession of high school and then college acquaintances was that a lot of the guys - probably most of the guys - I had fooled around with were much more open to letting another guy (me) suck their dicks, or even to sucking another guy’s dick, than they were to kissing him (me). So I figured that even if my roommate’s reaction to my attempted kiss could prove nothing about whether he had in fact been engaged in some psych study, that reaction would be a decent indicator of whether he really was into other guys.

Having already told you that when I left my room wearing only my jock to grab my gym shorts I literally stumbled into the relationship that made me forget for a good while that vaginas even existed, you won’t be surprised to hear that John passed my impromptu  test with flying colors. I turned around to face him and pressed my half-opened mouth against his as I grabbed his cock, which was straining against his jock. John’s mouth opened to mine and his tongue was immediately probing inside. I took that to be a good sign. 

In fact, one of the things I remember most about what followed that night is the kissing, that and simply being wrapped up in each other’s arm, holding and being held. I had certainly been kissed by other guys, but not many times, and that was the first night I had ever spent the whole night in bed with any sex partner, excepting only my cousin Scott. I had spent the night with Scott once when his parents were out of town, but we didn’t spend much of that night in each other’s arms and, so far as I recall, none of it was spent kissing. 

I pulled John into my room by his cock and started to suck his balls through his jock. When I went to pull it down, though, he stopped me. “Oh no you don’t,” he said, “you’ve been looking at my junk for six straight weeks without even letting me have a peek at yours.” That was technically true, and quickly remedied.

7/

Planting my mouth squarely on my roommate’s as I had turned to grab his cock was a test, of sorts. Call me paranoid, but I had just learned a couple of minutes earlier that I had been the secondary subject of some sketchy-sounding psych research project John had supposedly been conducting (nude, big floppy cock on public display) for the past six weeks. While I mostly believed his sketchy story, I also knew that I badly wanted to believe it. I was encouraged by what felt like an emergent boner pressing against my ass as he fondled my cock, but then I had been encouraged a half hour earlier by his sudden erection in apparent response to my description of the benefits that would be available under my ill-advised ‘bros with benefits’ proposal. John had been sitting naked in our window at the time, looking to me and all the world to be completely unhinged, but he had just told me he had been completing the last of his ‘field work’ for a psych project. Who knew? I wasn’t entirely certain that John wouldn’t pull the rug out from under me when I reached for his cock, announcing that he was still conducting research, this time on the gullibility of male roommates who were obviously attracted to guys but pretended to be straight.

My sexual experience with other guys up to that time was still pretty limited. I had never been involved in any kind of real relationship and, apart from the intermittent attentions of an older cousin over a period of years, most of my encounters had been furtive, one-time affairs, usually with guys like myself who claimed to be straight (some of whom really were). We’d somehow find each other and then hastily engage in oral sex in a car or some other shitty place, going our separate ways afterwards. If I hooked up with a guy more than once (except my cousin, and not counting a few j/o sessions with my twin brother), there were usually weeks or even months between our liaisons, during which time one or both of us was trying to convince ourselves that we really liked girls. When that didn’t go so well, and it almost never did, both I and my erstwhile partners would start looking again in our old haunts for a pacifier to suck.

One thing I had learned from exchanging handjobs or blowjobs with a succession of high school and then college acquaintances was that a lot of the guys - probably most of the guys - I had fooled around with were much more open to letting another guy (me) suck their dicks, or even to sucking another guy’s dick, than they were to kissing him (me). So I figured that even if my roommate’s reaction to my attempted kiss could prove nothing about whether he had in fact been engaged in some psych study, that reaction would be a decent indicator of whether he really was into other guys.

Having already told you that when I left my room wearing only my jock to grab my gym shorts I literally stumbled into the relationship that made me forget for a good while that vaginas even existed, you won’t be surprised to hear that John passed my impromptu test with flying colors. I turned around to face him and pressed my half-opened mouth against his as I grabbed his cock, which was straining against his jock. John’s mouth opened to mine and his tongue was immediately probing inside. I took that to be a good sign.

In fact, one of the things I remember most about what followed that night is the kissing, that and simply being wrapped up in each other’s arm, holding and being held. I had certainly been kissed by other guys, but not many times, and that was the first night I had ever spent the whole night in bed with any sex partner, excepting only my cousin Scott. I had spent the night with Scott once when his parents were out of town, but we didn’t spend much of that night in each other’s arms and, so far as I recall, none of it was spent kissing.

I pulled John into my room by his cock and started to suck his balls through his jock. When I went to pull it down, though, he stopped me. “Oh no you don’t,” he said, “you’ve been looking at my junk for six straight weeks without even letting me have a peek at yours.” That was technically true, and quickly remedied.

"Ok, now let’s try it without any clothes on…"

"Ok, now let’s try it without any clothes on…"

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