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I grew up in an environment where sexuality wasn't even discussed let alone encouraged. None of this mattered to my typical-male raging hormones but outlets for their expression were limited.
My early experiments were fueled by clandestine glimpses of Playboy at a neighbor's house; later, by the tight jeans and swelling breasts of my prettier classmates. So on and so forth, until I was married and free to indulge as newlyweds often do, for a while.
Backing up a bit, there were the inevitable curiosities about what other guys did to relieve pressing urges. One semester at college I had a roommate who ran track and was always out at practices or meets; we had little more than a casual acquaintance because of our schedules. He was of average build and obviously in good shape, kind of on the wiry side.
I was always a sound sleeper and the dorm noises seldom kept me from getting a night's rest. On days off I often slept in after being out late. Looking back, this might have been what my roommate was counting on; I don't know for sure, but one such morning I woke earlier than usual.
Before I could even stir in my bed, my opened eyes could make out a scene I'd only experienced in the privacy of my own bedroom. Less than 15 feet away, in the neighboring bed, a huge bulge was tenting my roommate's light gray briefs. Because of the nightstands and a bookshelf between our beds we couldn't see one another's faces, only from about the chest down.
No way, no one was that big. I blinked, and blinked again. That wasn't just an erection; it was an erection plus his right hand slipped under his waistband and resting atop it.
Not exactly resting. Through the gap in the legband created by the oversized contents and intrusive hand I could see his fingertips running up and down the side of his hard shaft. I felt a throb under my own boxers. The sideswell of his smooth balls was also partly visible. I didn't dare breathe. The fingers continued to move languidly along his aroused member which responded by pushing the tip over the top of the waistband.
With his free hand he tugged the waistband out and downward until the elastic caught beneath his balls, exposing a huge cock I never expected from someone his size. By now I had a full-blown erection I could do nothing about for fear of startling him out of this hot scene. All I could do was lay still and watch.
He grasped the engorged shaft with his right hand and tugged upward, then down again, revealing the shiny purplish head. With his left index finger he swirled the tip with a teasing stroke; when he drew it away I could see the strands of precum. My prick stiffened even more.
Just as I was expecting him to go into a full-tilt jerk, he let go, deftly unhooked the elastic and covered up again, swung his legs over the far side of the bed, and disappeared into the nearest bathroom from where I could hear the shower running.
Still seeing that taboo vision of arousal in my mind, and speculating on what he might be doing in the shower, I rolled onto my stomach, assumed a long-familiar position of palm wedged under prick, and rocked myself to the quickest, most intense cum I'd ever experienced.
He came back in a towel and dressed as usual while I pretended to be asleep. Nothing was ever mentioned. My curiosity was satisfied, I lied to myself.
I thought about quite a bit, though; even jerked off on occasion to those mental images. So there's the story of my college cock-crush.
I think I've developed another one, here on Xhamster.....
My early experiments were fueled by clandestine glimpses of Playboy at a neighbor's house; later, by the tight jeans and swelling breasts of my prettier classmates. So on and so forth, until I was married and free to indulge as newlyweds often do, for a while.
Backing up a bit, there were the inevitable curiosities about what other guys did to relieve pressing urges. One semester at college I had a roommate who ran track and was always out at practices or meets; we had little more than a casual acquaintance because of our schedules. He was of average build and obviously in good shape, kind of on the wiry side.
I was always a sound sleeper and the dorm noises seldom kept me from getting a night's rest. On days off I often slept in after being out late. Looking back, this might have been what my roommate was counting on; I don't know for sure, but one such morning I woke earlier than usual.
Before I could even stir in my bed, my opened eyes could make out a scene I'd only experienced in the privacy of my own bedroom. Less than 15 feet away, in the neighboring bed, a huge bulge was tenting my roommate's light gray briefs. Because of the nightstands and a bookshelf between our beds we couldn't see one another's faces, only from about the chest down.
No way, no one was that big. I blinked, and blinked again. That wasn't just an erection; it was an erection plus his right hand slipped under his waistband and resting atop it.
Not exactly resting. Through the gap in the legband created by the oversized contents and intrusive hand I could see his fingertips running up and down the side of his hard shaft. I felt a throb under my own boxers. The sideswell of his smooth balls was also partly visible. I didn't dare breathe. The fingers continued to move languidly along his aroused member which responded by pushing the tip over the top of the waistband.
With his free hand he tugged the waistband out and downward until the elastic caught beneath his balls, exposing a huge cock I never expected from someone his size. By now I had a full-blown erection I could do nothing about for fear of startling him out of this hot scene. All I could do was lay still and watch.
He grasped the engorged shaft with his right hand and tugged upward, then down again, revealing the shiny purplish head. With his left index finger he swirled the tip with a teasing stroke; when he drew it away I could see the strands of precum. My prick stiffened even more.
Just as I was expecting him to go into a full-tilt jerk, he let go, deftly unhooked the elastic and covered up again, swung his legs over the far side of the bed, and disappeared into the nearest bathroom from where I could hear the shower running.
Still seeing that taboo vision of arousal in my mind, and speculating on what he might be doing in the shower, I rolled onto my stomach, assumed a long-familiar position of palm wedged under prick, and rocked myself to the quickest, most intense cum I'd ever experienced.
He came back in a towel and dressed as usual while I pretended to be asleep. Nothing was ever mentioned. My curiosity was satisfied, I lied to myself.
I thought about quite a bit, though; even jerked off on occasion to those mental images. So there's the story of my college cock-crush.
I think I've developed another one, here on Xhamster.....
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