Look, But Don't Touch - Part 2 (Patreon)

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Micro story

It was the Thursday night before a two week break, and as much as I enjoyed watching Hunter's nudity every day, I was eager to get home to my family for a while.

Thursday nights had become somewhat synonymous with Hunter having a marathon fuck fest. Usually by the time I returned from my classes, he was finishing up with one, and by the end of the night, I'd almost be guaranteed to see at least another two females come and go. I don't know how he managed it, but I wasn't complaining either.

On this particular day however, I returned to the dorm to find nothing but a disgruntled looking wrestler laying on his bed, scowling as he scrolled through his phone.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, dropping my bag.

"Hayley" he growled, "she's studying".

I smirked to myself.

"Well I'm sure you have plenty more lined up" I shrugged, falling onto my own bed.

"Everyone's gone home!" Hunter snapped, and the frustration was evident in his voice, "fucking bullshit".

It was true that most students left a day early to avoid the traffic, but I'd witnessed dozens, if not hundreds of young, attractive women come and go from the room.

"Surely there's someone you can find" I said, glancing over at him.

"Yeah, you wish" he snarled back, completely misunderstanding what I had just said.

"No, I don't mean –"

"Dude" he barked, "you're not getting my cock".

I considered explaining myself, but sat back instead. It was pointless, and the hot young man already knew that I wanted him, so why should I deny it?

"I'm sure you can wait a few days" I said eventually, and clearly that had not been the response he wanted.

"Look at these" the wrestler snapped, jumping from the bed and dragging his shorts to his knees.

I watched with joy as Hunter held up his long, flaccid, heavy cock and pointed at his low hanging, full balls, inches from my face.

"Do you know how much cum these bad boys hold?" He asked seriously, and I decided that it was best not to tell him the scientific facts of the matter.

"I've noticed" I told him,

"Yeah, exactly. So no, I can't just 'wait a few days'".

Seeing my roommate so hot and bothered was actually quite amusing, and I took a moment to bask in the scent of his crotch as he dropped his pole and glared down at me.

I waited for him to pull his shorts up and storm back to his bed, but as the seconds passed, Hunter remained in place.

"Actually" he said eventually, "fuck it, give me some head".

The words hit me like a steam train. Had I just heard him correctly? Had the very masculine, very heterosexual Hunter just asked me for a blowjob? My mind raced as I glanced up at him.

"Did I stutter?" He growled, his brow furrowed as though wondering why I was still waiting.

The opportunity would likely never come again, and so I reached out, clasped my hand around his warm, thick tool and began to stroke it slowly. I waited for a slap, or even a jeer, but Hunter stood still as his cock began to twitch in my grasp.

My own pole was now erect, bulging in my trousers as I jerked my roommate off. I'd been waiting for this moment since I'd met him, but I never actually thought it would happen.

The nineteen-year-old continued to grow until I could have fit four of my hands around it, from top to bottom. It was huge, and looked even larger up close. I was awestruck, and gawped at it as a single bead of clear fluid spilled from his cumslit and trailed down the underside of his lengthy shaft.

"Well go on" he snapped, dragging my head closer to his manhood.

I pressed my tongue against the sensitive flesh and ran it upwards, tasting his juices as he shivered in pleasure. When I reached the top of his meat, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and felt his slippery glans push inside.

Hunter groaned as I began to suck his pole. It was better than I could have ever imagined, and I could taste his flavours from a hard day's training. I bobbed my head up and down, taking more of him into me with each thrust, until I gagged onto him and he ignored me.

My entire body shook with pleasure as I swallowed him, and his breathing became laboured after just a few minutes. It was magical, and I wondered if this was the beginning of something special.

I was desperately horny at this point, and wanted nothing more than to squeeze my own aching cock, but Hunter had me focus only on his, holding my head firmly and guiding me back and forth along his thick, veiny prick.

He spilled pre-cum in ludicrous amounts, pooling it into my mouth and causing me to swallow the viscous liquid every couple of minutes. My jaw ached, and my neck burned, but still I pushed on until at least seven of the nine inches was buried in my throat.

His grunts became rougher, his breathing, heavier, and then finally he dragged me off his pole, rested it against my bottom lip and began to tug himself to climax with his hand.

I kept my mouth open for him, allowing him to use my tongue as a cum rag, as giant bursts of sperm began to shoot from his slit and lather my mouth in seed.

"Don't swallow yet" he moaned, pumping more of his thick, hot cum from his rod.

Hunter added more and more of it until it threatened to spill from my open mouth, until finally, the red faced, breathless wrestler had emptied himself in me, and stood back.

"Alright" he nodded, wiping sweat from his forehead as his huge, flaccid cock dripped onto the floor, "now you can swallow".

It took three large gulps before the salty contents of his balls drained into my stomach, and I could still taste him on my tongue as he turned and walked back to his bed.

It felt like a dream, as though I'd wake up at any minute, but I continued to stare at him as he crawled back onto his bed, picked up his phone and began scrolling like nothing had even happened.

"What?" He asked, glaring at me.

"N... Nothing" I replied, and he went back to scrolling.