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Hello, my name is Jack Ofman and I am 45 years old. For whatever reason, maybe culture, I am just now finding the courage to write or tell this story that happened almost 30 years ago in the sophomore dorm of a small college in the south.

My freshman year was a washout as far as making new friends. All of my high school friends had either joined the army or gone to larger universities. My scholarship was in music and this is where I needed to be for my education. Now I was in my dorm room waiting for my new roommate, my third roommate, to arrive. When Eddie walked in, I knew that my friendless days were over. He had a great attitude and personality with a body and smile to match. He was 100% Cajun, 5’8” 170lbs and thick dark hair. Today he was in a tight pair of cut off jeans and a tee shirt that showed off his muscular 19-year-old build. Was he in the wrong room, or had lady luck finally smiled on me? Luck was definitely on my side this year, if he was going to be my roommate. After a little conversation, we discovered that we had several things in common, like: we were both music majors, we were both in the band, we both liked to party hard and study little, both of us loved porn magazines and both of us were social drinkers.

I had claimed the bottom bunk and Eddie climbed to the top one. Being the first week of school, there was little work to be done, so after dinner we headed out to find something to do. Not having much luck, we decided to buy a Penthouse and return to the dorm. Eddie was neither shy nor bashful in front of the other guys in our dorm. In fact, we were all like a house full of brothers. He held the Penthouse in plain view for all to see. Of course that brought a crowd to our room, every night. Our collection grew larger and larger by the months. I preferred Penthouse because there was always a man in one of the three features.

A couple of weeks after the start of the school year, Eddie and I realized that with that many porno magazines that we were viewing, something was going to have to be done about our “pent-up” conditions. Without talking about it at all, Eddie thinks that I am asleep and starts to beat his meat. The bunk bed starts to rock; slowly at first and then faster and faster until there is no stopping. He made a few moans and gasp for breathe and then everything came to a quiet stand still. I was so turned on by this action that the next night when the bed started to rock, I joined in on the jerking. He must have been excited by this that when both of us shot at the same time, he hung his head over the side of the top bunk and said, “Man, this year is going to be great!” I agreed.

Most weekends I would go home to get some extra cash and wash clothes. On one occasion, however, I decided to stay and use the college’s library and actually do some school work. Only about 8 others in our dorm were there for the weekend and it was quiet. Eddie also stayed and we promised that we were there for the purpose of work and no play. On Saturday night most of our work had been completed and we were ready to unwind. Ken and Rex, two guys from down the hall, was board as well and walked by our open door. All of us sat around and shot the bull for a few minutes when the subject of our magazines came up and Ken asked, “How much do you guys jack off each week?”

An honest question that Eddie answered in grand Cajun fashion, “Oh, about a gallon I would say.”

“Bull shit!” exclaimed Rex, “I could shout more than you any day of the week, even without your dirty books.”

Eddie could never turn down a challenge or a dare. He would always cock his head to the side and think for a second and then say, “You’re on shithead, you’re on!”

“Is that a challenge that I hear, Rex? Do you want to measure who cums the most? Because, if it is, then I will have to say, you’re on. I’ll take that challenge and you are going to eat your words.” was Eddy’s response.

I was the one with the level head in the dorm at that time. I made the suggestion that the two of us as a team against the two of them as a team, jack off as often as we can and collect the cum in individual jars to be measured at the end of the week.

Ken, a science major, stated, “Yeah like a real scientific experiment.” He offered to get each of us our own graduated cylinder to collect the specimen in. Also at the end of the week he would measure and weigh each cylinder in the science lab for accuracy. We were to keep the collections in the refrigerator at all times.

Rex then asked what the winner would get and what the loser would have to do. All of us sat there with a blank expression on our faces until Eddie calmly said, “The winner gets the honor and pride of knowing that he is the biggest jerk off on campus and the loser has to drink his own puny spunk in front of all of us.” Silence, then “Okay” said the confident Ken. I followed with, “All right.” And Eddie said, “Sure thing.”

“Oh and one last detail, no fucking cheating,” Rex added. “Every drop of cum has to be documented by your roommate or it does not count.”

“We will start as soon as Ken gets back with our graduated cylinders” I proclaimed. What a night this had just turned into.

The week went by slowly with papers due and other pressures. Eddie was eager to jack off for me morning, noon and night. He was filling his jar and I was not far behind him. I knew that I was not going to win but was hoping that Rex or Ken would fall short as well.

Then Saturday arrived and the hour was approaching. Eddie said he had one more load to shot before the judgment hour. So he dropped his pants and started playing with his cock. Looking through the newest issue of Penthouse, he got an erection fast. He sat on the side of my bed and started stroking, slowly at first and then picked up speed and then faster up and down the length of his entire Dick his hands were moving as I watched. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back and just like a water hose, the cum started coming out in big whitish globs. He caught every drop in the container and was grinning with pride at his achievement. “Look at this week’s work,” he gloated. Mine was about half as much as his was, but still an honorable amount.

A knock at the door came. It was Ken and Rex with their cylinders in hand. We grabbed ours and headed out to the science lab. Ken put on a lab coat and gloves, looking like a professional as he measured and weighed the sperm. Eddie had 250ml, Ken was next at 225ml, Rex and I tied at 200ml.

“What now? We have a fucking tie.” Rex said in frustration. Eddie to the rescue said, “How about a double or nothing contest between those two and the loser will not only have to drink his cum but the other ones as well.”

What did Eddie have to lose? He was the winner. Here he was playing with my life. But we all agreed to the deal. And another week of JO was underway. I was about to think that I never wanted to Jack off again.

With Eddie’s help I was in training for the Olympics of JO. He would tell me to go faster, think harder, as stuff like that to help me shot. At the end I knew that I had 250ml in the jar and thought an easy win. Little did I know but Ken also had a helper and came in at 255ml. I was forced to drink over a cup of week old cum in front of my roommate and two buddies from down the hall. What would they think of me if they only knew how much I enjoyed it? What would they say to others? Who the hell cares? I had the best two weeks of my entire college dorm days. By the end of the semester, Eddie and I were jacking each other off on a regular basis. Maybe before the end of the year, I will have his cock in my mouth.

We have requested to be roommates next year and asked to be in the new dorm that has four students in a pod type setting. Rex and Ken have agreed to be our suite mates. Now are we every going to get any school work done?

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