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My Dorm Buddy's Used Rubbers and Other Spermy Stuff, Part 1

by Wienrdog


I couldn’t help but notice the two of them. I showed up a week early for freshman year at the University of Iowa. I knew the baseball jock days and jack-off nights that I loved so much at Our Lady Queen of Peace High School in South Beloit were gone forever. It was time to get serious. I was no longer a boy.

But I didn’t mind. In truth, I longed for manhood. To me, becoming a man meant I’d finally get what I craved--all the hot sex I needed to launch my pocket rocket and relieve thee pressure from my cum-bursting balls. No matter how many times I jacked off--three or four loads a day was average, but occasionally the count reached double-digits, usually after baseball practice and the long, group showers that always followed--I would never feel satisfied. No matter how intense the orgasm, or how big the load, I always wanted to sperm some more. Nonetheless, I hoped that real sex, hot, sweaty man-to-man sex with a live muscle jock, instead of an imaginary one, would bring the release and satisfaction that eluded me.

Arriving on campus that first day, I was eager to find student housing and get my dorm assignment. I was pooped. I wanted to unload my bags and crash for an hour or two. Well, maybe unload the bags, unload my sperm-heavy balls, and then crash for an hour or two. But as soon as I found the University's housing office, I got the bad news. There was no dorm room waiting for me--the dorms were full. I was number 237 on the waiting list. What a shock! I didn’t know what to do. I had to find off campus housing and find it fast.

Luckily, I found Gordon--Gordon and his mother. Gordon was a fellow freshman who also had no dorm assignment and a similarly distant place on the waiting list. I couldn’t help but notice the two of them in the University housing office, scouring the bulletin board for listings of rooms to rent. And, thankfully, they also noticed me. When Gordon’s mother looked me squarely in the eyes and saw my distress, her maternal instincts kicked in. She took the initiative and introduced herself and Gordon. She was so warm and genuine that within minutes I felt like one of the family.

While Gordon's mother dispensed motherly advice, I noticed Gordon staring at my ass. He was checking out my baseball jock butt--and checking it out big time! I must admit, I have a fine ass. In fact, sometimes when I’m jacking off, I like to look at my ass in the mirror. I love watching it flex and clench, those bubble butt cheeks round and hard like two Macintosh apples. And even though my gym workouts don't usually include squats or any special butt exercises, my Polish farm-boy genes and playing lots of baseball have given me one damn fine Mike Piazza ass. Gordon couldn't keep his eyes off of it.

Gordon’s mom insisted I join them, not only to search for housing, but also to share their motel room if I needed to. Since I didn't know the area, didn't have a car, and didn’t have a place to stay, I jumped at her offer. Secretly, I hoped I would also have a chance to jump Gordon, too.

Gordon had a strong, intensely masculine look, and a naturally athletic body. He wasn’t very buffed-out or muscled-up, but he was hot. It was his thick, hairy chest, deep Zak Spears voice, and masculine air--the butchest of the butch, a manly man--that made me so damn horny. And even though Gordon was my own age, his appearance and demeanor were that of a grown-up adult--a hot man, not a boy. What a stud!

My Joe Boxers were wet with pre-cum. My cock oozed more and more as my lust grew to the bursting point. I looked down at my crotch and saw a spreading wet spot. The puddle of pre-cum that soaked my trousers was as big as a silver dollar. That spot exposed my burning lust to anyone who might look in its direction. I wanted Gordon real bad.

No housing prospects came along that day and in no time, we three pooped out. Disappointed, but still determined, we called it a day, and headed for the Red Cock Motel, where Gordon and his mother had rented a room. As Gordon and I relaxed on the two double beds, his mother decided to go to the pool for a swim. She tried to convince Gordon and me to join her, but before I could get a word out, Gordon said we both just wanted to relax and watch TV in the room. He flashed me a mischievous grin and subtly rubbed his now-bulging crotch. His ballsy move with his mother still in the room took me by surprise and made me so horny I almost spermed in my pants right then and there.

With mom out by the pool and the room’s TV tuned to "E! Wild on South Beach," Gordon began to strip. He rubbed his bulging cock and balls through the worn jock he has under his pants and said he was "dying to chow-down" on my hot jock ass. I could tell he was really hungry, so I turned my backside to him, pulled down my pants and pre-cum soaked jockeys, and showed Gordon a perfect full moon. "Go ahead--dinner is served. Tonight it‘s all you can eat,” I said. “Just make sure you clean off your plate. No leftovers allowed."

Gordon was wide-eyed and gasping for breath. He dove into my horny jock butt like Greg Louganis diving for his fifth Olympic Gold. Gordon's tongue went in me so deep; I swore he licked my prostate from the inside. That slippery, red mouth-muscle swirled up, down and around my ass crack like a mad dervish. “Eat my ass,” I commanded. “Eat it good. Clean out all the sweat and slime with your tongue,’ I said. “Oh yeah, faggot. Taste my dirty shit hole. You like tasting my dirty shit hole, don’t you.” I was so driven with lust; I could hardly catch my breath. I was dizzying and thought I would pass out. “That’s what your tongue is for, “ I snarled. “It’s for licking clean any baseball jock butt hole you can find. That’s your only purpose in life, pervert--eating ass.”

Face buried in my ass crack, Gordon moaned and made wild animal noises--guttural, primal sounds unlike any heard outside of the Amazon jungle. He was consumed with lust, burning white hot. “Lick me good, faggot,“ I ordered. “ Lick it. As long as you’re around, I’ll never have to buy toilet paper. Your tongue is my toilet paper,” I taunted. “You like that taste, don’t you? You like cleaning all the sweat and slime out of my hot bubble butt.”

Again, Gordon emitted a frenzied, animalistic sound. He was slurping and sucking my hole with total abandon. His lust was so intense--he no longer seemed human. He felt as though he left his own body and morphed into some other creature. He felt he was no longer Gordon. He himself had become man-sex.

When Gordon finally came up for air, he looked me in the eyes and begged, "Please stick your fingers in your hot butt hole for me to see. Get in real deep. I want to see you poke your own hot jock ass."

I did as he asked. With Gordon's nose no more than two inches from the target, I took one finger and stuck it in my ass, then another, and finally a third--three fingers deep in my tight jock ass. As Gordon stared mesmerized, I moved the fingers in, out and around my bubble butt. It felt great! I savored the first-time experience of this intense ass pleasure--a feeling of strength, fullness, relief and relaxation only deep ass work can bring. My nuts were about to pop.

I pulled my slimy fingers out of my jock hole. I was ready to unload hot sperm all over of the place. But Gordon grabbed my hand and stopped me. He greedily stuck the fingers, which had been in my ass only moments ago, into his own mouth. Gordon went after them like a starving dog devouring table scraps. In no time, he had licked my fingers clean. Not a trace of slime, lube, sweat, or anything else remained. The sight of this manly stud’s heated frenzy for ass and everything that was inside of it--made me swoon. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Without touching myself, spermed everywhere. I shot load after load of thick, ropey cum that formed small white puddles on the bed. I was spent.

Lying back, breathless, exhausted, and satisfied, I watched Gordon lick all of my sperm puddles off the sheet. He swallowed everything. Every drop. He didn't miss a single drop. And in no time, the musky taste of my jock cum made him blow his own load, thick spurts of white jam landing on his thighs, abs and all over the sheet. Again, bending over like before, he licked-up his own sperm puddles, too. He savored their taste as much as the taste of anything that ever passed his palate.

Just when Gordon was about to collapse on top of me, spent, satisfied and savoring the taste and smell of man-sex that permeated the room, we both heard a key inserted in the room door. Gordon’s mother was back! Before either of us could budge, the door swung open. Naked on the bed, we were frozen in each other’s arms.

(To be continued)

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3 Gay Erotic Stories from Wienrdog

My Dorm Buddy's Used Rubbers and Other Spermy Stuff, Part 1

I couldn’t help but notice the two of them. I showed up a week early for freshman year at the University of Iowa. I knew the baseball jock days and jack-off nights that I loved so much at Our Lady Queen of Peace High School in South Beloit were gone forever. It was time to get serious. I was no longer a boy. But I didn’t mind. In truth, I longed for manhood. To me, becoming a man meant I’d

My Dorm Buddy's Used Rubbers and Other Spermy Stuff, Part 2

While trying to find off-campus housing my first year at the University of Iowa, I met Gordon. He was a natural, hyper-masculine guy who, accompanied by his mother, was looking for an off-campus place to live just like me. Right off I could tell Gordon was hot for my ass. And I do mean my ass. Playing baseball for the Our Lady Queen of Peace High varsity team, combined with my good Polish farm

My Dorm Buddy's Used Rubbers and Other Spermy Stuff, Part 3

When I started college at the University of Iowa, I decided to live in a dorm and get a roommate assigned by the school. I thought anyone would be fine. I just wanted to settle in and study. Unlike my varsity baseball days in high school, sex was the farthest thing from my mind. It was time to crack the books. My regular athletic activities blessed me with a handsome, naturally muscled

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