Dumb, Hung Jock Roommate

My Freshman year roommate, Lochlan started jerking off in front of me on day one. The first night in the dorm was supposed to be about unpacking, adjusting, and maybe a little awkward small talk. Instead, Lochlan dropped his sweatpants to the floor and flopped onto his bed, his muscular frame glowing faintly in the dim light of the room. His abs flexed as he stretched, and his hand drifted lazily toward his crotch. I froze, my eyes locked on him as he wrapped his fingers around his thick, already-hard cock.

This isn't happening, I thought, my heart pounding in my chest. But it was. Lochlan was jerking off right in front of me, his bicep flexing with every stroke. The sound of his hand moving over his shaft filled the room, and I could feel my own cock stirring in my boxers. I had never seen anything so explicit, so raw, so... hot.

The room was dark, but I could see the faint glisten of precum on the tip of his cock. He wasn't hiding it, wasn't even pretending to be discreet. My breath hitched as I watched him, my hand unconsciously moving to my own crotch. I couldn't help it. I was too turned on to think straight. I had to touch myself.

I pulled my boxers down just enough to free my cock, which was already leaking with precum. I matched his rhythm, stroking myself in time with his movements. God, he was huge. My fingers wouldn't even come close to wrapping around his girth. The thought of touching him, of feeling that massive cock in my hand, sent a jolt of electricity through me.

I came first, shooting my load onto my stomach in messy spurts. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound, my eyes never leaving Lochlan. He didn't even glance in my direction, his focus entirely on his own pleasure. Finally, with a low groan, he came, ropes of jizz splashing across his abs. He wiped himself off with his discarded boxers and tossed them onto the floor, rolling over to sleep as if nothing had happened, flashing me his big, athletic, teen ass.

I sat there, still trembling, my own cum cooling on my skin. What the fuck just happened?

After the third night in a row of jerking off to a front row seat of the hottest porn I had ever seen, I told him that I could see what he was doing every night.  

He looked at me nonchalantly. "My brothers always did it in the same room and no one cared."

It struck me then that he was kind of dumb. I wondered if I could push things a bit further and see if he would let me get an even better experience with his cock. That night, when he started his routine, I sat up in bed and turned to him. "You need any help with that?"

I literally could not think of any better way to approach it. He barely pondered my offer for a moment. "That would be really cool, man."

So, I got up out of bed, naked of course, and sat next to him. Wordlessly, I started jerking off his big hog.

"No one has been this cool except my younger brother," he said casually.

My fingers barely went all the way around his meat pole. He held his phone close to his face as I did my best to coax a load out of him. He almost came quickly, I could tell by the pulsing and his breathing getting faster, so I slowed it down just enough to enjoy the moment. I tugged myself too, and made us cum at about the same time, both of us tensing our abs and leaning forward slightly, as he coated my hand and I squirted onto my tummy. I let him go and wiped my hands and body with his dirty underwear that was sitting there, before he took them from me and cleaned the rest off himself.  

"Thanks," he muttered quietly before rolling over and falling straight to sleep, showing me his muscular ass again, only half covered with his blanket. With him facing away, I decided to lick the rest of his cum remnants off my hand. I walked back to my bed in a surreal state of bliss, and laid down quickly, succumbing to my big, soft blanket.

--

"My roommate jerked me off last night," I heard as I woke up to the sunlight streaming into our dorm.

I wasn't sure if I had dreamed the words, until I looked over to our bathroom and saw Lochlan standing there butt naked. Our shared bathroom connected two suites, and he was talking out the other end to the guys in the connected room. Suddenly, I was scared--this big dumb jock had zero inhibitions or cares about privacy. Even if he didn't realize I was super gay for him, now the suite mates across the bathroom divide were going to know I was a gay guy lusting over my hung roommate.

"Yeah, he just offered. He's not gay so it's cool." He said I couldn't believe he didn't realize I was gay. He literally thought a straight friend was just that cool with jerking him off. He then turned toward the toilet to piss, without closing either of the bathroom doors." 

This guy is a fucking animal, I thought to myself, wondering what I had gotten myself into.

I tried not to stare as he got into the shower, and then Zack started pissing as well, right in front of everyone. I guess lack of modesty is contagious, or more common than I had thought. When Zack was done, he scratched his balls, leaned against the sink, and turned his attention back to Lochlan.

"So, what, he just grabbed your dick?" Zack asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Lochlan said, his voice casual as he soaped up his pits and then his dick and balls. "I was jerking off, and he asked if I wanted help. I was like, sure, why not? It was actually kinda nice."

I felt my face burn, and I quickly turned back into my bed, pretending to still be asleep.

"Damn," Zack mused. "I mean, if he's offering..."

Lochlan let out a loud laugh. "Yeah, dude, it's chill. You should ask him."

I tensed under my blanket. Did Lochlan just pimp me out?

--

Later that day, I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom--still in my boxers--when Zack walked in, completely naked. He leaned against the sink, his muscular frame on full display, and smirked at me in the mirror.

"So, I hear you're the guy to see," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo.

I nearly choked on my toothpaste. "Uh, what?"

"Lochlan said you're down to help a guy out," Zack continued, his eyes roaming over my body. "No judgment here, man. I mean, if you're willing..."

I swallowed hard, my cock already starting to stir. "Yeah," I said, my voice shaky. "I'm willing."

"Alright," Zack said, stretching his arms over his head, which somehow drew attention down to his large cock hanging between his legs. "Cool. Let's do it after class. I gotta go lift."

That night, Zack was in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed in just his basketball shorts. Lochlan was lying in his own bed, scrolling on his phone, completely unfazed. Zack pulled his shorts down, revealing his thick, heavy cock. My mouth watered at the sight of it, and I could smell a day of musk emanating from its masculine, college jock surface.

"Let's see what you got," he said, leaning back on his elbows.

I reached out, wrapping my hand around his shaft. It was warm, pulsing with life as I began to stroke him. He let out a low groan, his muscles tensing as I worked him. "Fuck, you're good," he muttered, his head falling back.

I smirked, my hand moving faster, my own cock hard and aching in my boxers. Zack's breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting into my hand. "Yeah, just like that," he moaned, his abs flexing as he got closer.

In a couple of minutes he was squirting a load up into the air, and without thinking I bent down to put my lips on the tip and gather his cum into my mouth. I waited until the last drop was milked onto my tongue.  

When I looked up at him he had a furrowed brow, looking at me confused.

I just shrugged. "Saves the mess."

Lochlan rolled over, glancing at me with a smirk. "Told you he'd be into it."

From then on, it became a regular thing. Some nights it was Lochlan, some nights Zack. Sometimes both at once. They were too dumb, too easy going to question it. If I was willing, why wouldn't they take advantage of a free servicing?

One Friday night, after a few beers, I had them standing in front of me naked as I made out with the head of Lochlan's cock while jerking off Zack. He threw an arm around Lochlan's shoulder and said, "Dude, we should get Kris in on this."

Lochlan grinned. "Oh shit. Yeah. He's always saying he never gets enough action."

My heart raced. Kris was the biggest guy in our dorm, built like a Greek god, and as dumb as a bag of rocks. If he was down, that meant I was officially the dorm's designated cum dump.

By the end of the week, word had spread. The towering Freshman linebacker of Dutch descent named Kris, showed up at my door wearing just a towel. His blonde hair was dripping with sweat, and he was clearly headed to the showers.  

"So, I hear you're the guy to see," he said, dropping the towel to reveal his massive cock.

I could barely contain my excitement. "Yeah," I said, my voice trembling. "Let's see what I can do for you."

Kris stepped forward, and with the door still open I grabbed him. His cock already growing in my hand. The feeling of his girth, the weight of it, sent a thrill through me. "Go ahead," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Show me what you've got."

I dropped to my knees and wrapped both hands around him, working him with all the skill I'd developed over the past week. I slobbered on the fat tip, which would never fit inside my mouth, and he groaned, his hands gripping my hair tightly as I stroked him.  

"Fuck, you're good," he muttered, his abs flexing as he got closer.

When he came, it was explosive, his cum splashing into my face in thick ropes. I licked my lips, tasting him on my skin, my own cock throbbing with need.  

"Thanks, man," he said, pulling the towel back on and heading out the door.

As I lay there, covered in his cum, Lochlan glanced over at me with a grin, having watched the entire event. "Looks like you're the dorm's secret service," he said.

I smirked, my hand drifting to my own cock while locking eyes with him. "Looks like I am."