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Straight College Cock--Jordan
I first met Jordan on the afternoon I moved into the dorm. My dorm had a “suite” set-up, which meant that there were two bedrooms surrounding a living space, with a bathroom off to the side. Each suite housed four guys, which meant that each bedroom had two beds. I lucked out because my roommate didn’t show and I had the entire bedroom to myself. The way the university planned the dorm situation is that there were two freshmen and two upper classmen to each suite; each freshman had an upper classman as a roommate. Except for me.
I had got to the dorm early on a Saturday, and had all my stuff moved in by noon. Throughout the day more guys moved onto the floor, but only two more moved into my suite. Jeff came in about one, talking on his cell phone as he went into his room. He closed his door and came out about a half hour later. “I’m Jeff, man,” he said as he headed toward the door of the suite, “see ya later…” “I’m Sam,” I yelled back to him as I heard the stairwell door open and footsteps hammering down the stairs. “Nice to meet you…,” I said as an afterthought. By about three o’clock I had fallen asleep on the sofa in the living area, when I heard a loud racket by the door. I opened my eyes and saw a guy with a shoulder bag slung over each shoulder, dragging two suitcases through the door. I lay there and watched him as he tried to keep the bags on his shoulders while maneuvering the suitcases. The bags keep falling off, and he was clearly getting frustrated, talking to himself almost non-stop. He was about 5’ 8”, average build, dark brown, almost black hair, and black glasses. He kinda looked like a nerd, but he also looked hot. He looked over at me on the sofa, then quickly looked down. I couldn’t tell if he was looking at the floor or looking at the suitcases that were splayed there. Nice guy that I am, I jumped off the sofa and went over to help him. “Hey man,” I said, taking the two suitcases, “let me get those.” “Thanks,” he said quietly, still looking down.
Once we got his stuff into the living area, he took the bags off his shoulders. I saw the opportunity and stuck out my hand. “Hi,” I said to him, “I’m Sam.” For the first time, the guy looked up at me and slowly extended his hand. “I’m Jordan,” he said quietly, “thanks for the help.” I grabbed Jordan’s hand and gave it a few good pumps. “Not a problem, man,” I said to him, “glad to help.” Jordan looked around the living area, then looked at the doors where the bedrooms were. My bedroom door was open, but the other was shut. “That’s my room,” I said, nodding my head towards my door, “so that one must be yours.” Jordan walked over to the door and turned the knob. It was locked. “Shit,” he said under his breath, “they haven’t given me a key yet.” “My letter said the doors would be open…,” he went on. “Hey, don’t sweat it man,” I said to him, not knowing exactly what we were going to do, “there’s got to be somebody here that’s got a key.” We walked out into the dorm hallway and looked both ways. At the far end of the west side there was an open door with the sign “Resident Assistant” above it. “Let’s check down there,” I said to Jordan, pointing in the direction of the RA’s room. As we walked down the hall, I tried to make small talk with Jordan but all his replies were one or two word answers. “So where ya from, Jordan?” I asked. “Kansas City,” was his reply. “So you chose to go to school here instead of up there,” I said. “Yeah,” was the comeback. I told Jordan that I had seen his roommate and his name was Jeff. I also told him that my roommate didn’t show up and I had the entire bedroom to myself. I got no reply from Jordan on any of my further attempts at conversation, so I stopped.
We got the key from the RA and headed back down the suite. I helped Jordan move his suitcases into his room, then we kinda stood there in awkward silence. I looked down at my watch and noticed it was a few minutes before four. “Hey, Jordan,” I said to him, “you wanna take a walk around campus…kinda get our bearings?” For the second time since we’d met, Jordan looked at me. “I have stuff I have to do,” he said. I kept waiting for the “…but maybe we can do it later,” or some other kind of sign that Jordan wasn’t the weird guy he was portraying himself to be, but it never came. “Ok then,” I finally said, walking toward the door. No reply from Jordan. As I was in my room getting my keys, I heard the door to Jordan’s room shut.
Jordan and I hung out more during the rest of the weekend, and he did seem to loosen up. He was quiet and shy, and had a killer smile. I found out from him that he had gone to a private religious high school outside of Kansas City, and had hoped to get into a religious college. Those plans hadn’t worked out, so Jordan was going to state college. I also found out that he had a girlfriend, since his sophomore year in high school, and told me “we want to get married in a couple of years.” Although he definitely didn’t bring it up, I surmised that Jordan had never had sex with his girlfriend, or with anyone else for that matter. I also learned this semester at college would be a lot of “firsts” for Jordan: the first time he’d been away from home for longer than two days, the first time he’d been away from his girlfriend, and the first time he’d ever shared a room with someone. And if things went according to the plan that was already forming in my head, there would be another “first” that Jordan would experience this semester.
When I registered for school, I had arranged my schedule so that all my classes were in the morning so I would have the afternoon and evening to study and do homework. After the first two weeks of classes, I learned that Jordan’s schedule was a lot like mine, except his last class was over at two. Jeff, Jordan’s roommate, was hardly ever in the suite. He told us he was a member of a fraternity and spent a lot of nights either at the fraternity house or at his girlfriend’s apartment. This left the suite to me and Jordan, and I spent a lot of my study time in the living area. By the end of the first week of classes, I began to notice a pattern with Jordan. Like I said before, his last class was over at two and he’d get back to the dorm about 2:30. If I was in the living area, Jordan would sit out there with me for a little while, usually watching TV. But around 4:00 every day, he would go into his room and close the door. At first I thought he was taking a nap, but I noticed he would only be in there for about twenty minutes, then he’d come back out. “Interesting,” I thought to myself, “what could he be doing in there for just 20 minutes. At first I thought he was talking to his girlfriend or even his parents. But then I found out that Jordan didn’t have a cell phone, and the suite phone was in the living area. The only other thing Jordan could be doing his room that lasted that amount of time, was jacking off. I was 99.9% sure this was what was going on, but I had to be sure. The thought of Jordan the hot nerd, his hand wrapped around his cock, jacking it until he shot a big load, made me instantly hard. I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I had to think of a way to confirm my suspicions.
Jordan was meticulously clean. He took a shower in the morning before class, at night before he went to bed, and every afternoon between 4:20 and 4:30. I knew that the likelihood of catching Jordan in “the act” was very slim, because he locked his door every time he went in. So I decided to see if I could find the “outcome” of Jordan’s time in his room. I wanted to find where he shot his load. The next day, like clockwork, Jordan went into his bedroom at 4:00, closed his door and locked it. At 4:24, Jordan opened his door and went straight to the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the shower running. Jordan usually spent about ten minutes in the shower, but I knew I couldn’t count on that for sure so I had to act fast.
I waited until I heard the shower door close, then I quickly walked into Jordan’s room. His room was extremely neat, with everything in place. Jordan’s bed was meticulously made, with the exception of a faint human outline on the spread. I put my hand in the middle of the outline, and it was still warm. There was also the telltale scent of fresh cum around his bed. So Jordan had been jacking off…now I wanted to find where he’d shot his load. I figured as neat and clean as Jordan was, he wouldn’t use a tissue because it would be too messy and he’d have to carry it to wherever he disposed of it. It had to be something he could use, maybe fold over, and use again. It also had to be kept close to his bed, and out of sight. I stuck my hand between the mattress and box spring on Jordan’s bed, and instantly found it. I pulled out a dark blue wash cloth, still warm and slimy from his recent load. Holding it in my hand, I ran my thumb through the slime, spreading it out onto the cloth. My cock jumped in my pants, and I could feel my balls draw up. I ran my thumb through more of the fresh jizz, and my cock got harder. Enthralled with my discovery, I had lost track of time when I heard the phone ring in the living area. I jumped, folded the wash cloth, stuck it back under the mattress, and quickly walked to the phone. Just as I picked up the receiver, I heard the water shut off and the shower door open. A couple of minutes later, Jordan quickly walked from the bathroom to his bedroom, and closed the door behind him. The phone call was a wrong number.
I now had some pretty strong proof that Jordan was jacking off every day at 4:00. All I needed was a way to let him know that he another “option.” Luckily, the fates played right into my hand.
When I got back from class one Tuesday, there was a note from maintenance on Jordan’s door. They had done some routine inspection checks at the main electrical circuit in the basement of the dorm, and there was some problems in Jordan’s room and the two bedrooms in the suite next to ours. This meant he was going to have to be out of his room for 4-5 days. Jordan got back from class, took the note off his door, and sat down in the living area to read it. He sat there quietly for a few minutes, then laid the note on the table. Pretending I hadn’t read it, I asked “is everything OK?” “Yeah,” he said quietly, “they have to do electrical work in my room so I have to move out of it for about a week.” Then he added, “did you get a letter?” “No,” I answered him back, “I didn’t get one.” “This really sucks,” Jordan said in his usual quiet tone, “I don’t wanna be out of my room for a week…where’m I gonna go?” I couldn’t tell if Jordan was down because he had to move out of his room for a while, or if he was down because the move was going to interfere with his daily slamming. “It’s all good man,” I told him, “just move in with me.” Jordan looked at me with no emotion on his face. “Well,” he said, seeming just as depressed as before, “I guess it could be worse…” “Absolutely,” I said back, being pretty confident that the situation Jordan was in wasn’t going to be the only thing that sucked.
The first two days, at 4:00, Jordan walked around the suite like a caged animal. I knew it was because he was missing his usual jack session, and I didn’t understand why he just didn’t go into the bathroom and do it. But he didn’t…he paced. By the third day, even I was going a little crazy. “Dude,” I finally said at 4:05, “if you need some time to yourself, just go into my room…” Jordan stopped pacing and looked directly at me. Whatta you mean?” he said, his brow furrowed. “Look,” I said to him, “I know you spend time in your room every day around this time…and if you need some time just use my room…” “Whatever, man,” Jordan snapped back at me, sitting down on the sofa. There was about five minutes of awkward silence, then all of a sudden Jordan jumped up from the sofa, went straight into my room, closed the door and locked it. About twenty minutes later, the door opened and Jordan went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
I had a study group the next day, so after my last class I met with them. It was a little after four when I got back to the dorm, but there was no sign of Jordan in the suite. We usually kept our book bags on the table in the corner, studied in the living area, then moved our books and bags into our rooms in the evening. Jordan’s bag wasn’t on the table. Even though it was his jack time, I figured Jordan had already taken care of business and had gone out somewhere. I walked over to my door and put my key in the lock. My door wasn’t locked, or even fully closed. As soon as I put the key in, the door pushed open. “What the fuck,” I said, looking down at the door knob as it swung open. As soon as I said it, I heard a noise and looked up. Jordan was lying on the spare bed, his shirt on, but his shorts and underwear pulled off. His hand was frozen around his hard cock, and he had a look of startled surprise and embarrassment on his face.
“Oh my gosh!!” Jordan blurted out, as I let my eyes travel from his hard cock to his face. The look on Jordan’s face had now turned to one of horror. The look on my face had turned to a smile. “So, dude,” I said, walking over to the side of the bed, “this is what you do every day at 4:00…I kinda thought so…” He didn’t say anything. Jordan’s shorts and underwear were on the floor beside the bed, and I pushed them away with my foot before I sat on the edge of the bed. Whether it was because he was in shock, or because he was scared, Jordan didn’t move. His hand was still wrapped around his cock, which was now deflating, and he was following me with his eyes. “But,” I went on, “don’t let me interrupt you…keep going.” Jordan’s eyes darted around looking for a place to escape, but since one side of the bed was pushed against a wall, the only place to go would be off the foot. I don’t think Jordan thought about that. He still didn’t say anything, he just watched me. “Like I said, you can keep going,” I told him as I moved my hand to wrap around his own, “or I can help ya…”
As soon as I touched his hand, Jordan’s body stiffened. And his cock also jerked. Jordan still hadn’t said anything, but he began to breathe a little harder. I could feel Jordan’s cock begin to grow under our hands, with the top part of the shaft and head pushing about a couple of inches from his fist. I flattened my hand out over Jordan’s fist, and ran my fingers along his head and top shaft. His cock crew harder as Jordan sucked in a deep breath. I continued to rub the top part of his cock with my fingers, and Jordan’s grip on his cock loosened. Within a few seconds, he completely let go of his cock, and laid his hand on the bed. Now fully exposed, Jordan’s cock was pretty impressive. He was about 7 ½ inches long with a nice thickness, and his cock head was fat and cut. Jordan’s balls were full and big, and lay in a sack covered with black hair. His pubes were black and thick, and his stomach hairy. A thicker treasure trail of black hair went from just below Jordan’s navel to the top of his bush. It almost seemed as if his cock grew just by looking at it, and I watched as a vein bulged out on the underside of his shaft. Running my hand around his balls, Jordan sucked in another breath and let it out with a faint groan. I moved my eyes from his cock to his face, and saw that Jordan’s eyes were locked on me. His look was extremely intent, as if he were studying every move I made.
I wrapped my hand around the base of Jordan’s cock and squeezed. A flow of pre-jizz oozed out of his cock head and matted in his black bush. I pumped his fat shaft a few times, and more jizz flowed out. I could hear his breathing getting even harder, and I looked to see his eyes still locked on me. With my hand still wrapped around his thick shaft, I moved my body around to where I was now at the foot of the bed. As I was moving, I looked at Jordan and he had a puzzled look on his face. I knew he was probably thinking I was only going to jack him off, but I had a bigger surprise for him. I pushed Jordan’s legs apart as I crawled toward his cock. I pumped his hard cock twice, and looked up at him. Still staring at me, I slowly began to lower my head toward his cock.
Jordan’s eyes grew wider and his body became stiffer the closer my face got to his crotch. His cock was now like a steel rod in my hand. I kept my eyes locked on his as I got closer to Jordan’s cock and opened my mouth. I was now right above his cock head, and I could feel the blood pulsing through his shaft as I steadied it. I opened my mouth wider, took a deep breath, and swallowed Jordan’s cock down to the root. He sucked air in deep, held it, and then let it out in a deep groan. “AAAAHHHHHHHHH,” he moaned. The head of Jordan’s cock hit the back of my throat, then slide easily on down. It had been almost a month since I’d had a cock down my throat, and I was starving. I held Jordan’s hard cock in my mouth and throat, and milked him. I could feel streams of pre-jizz flowing out of his cock slit and sliding down my throat and into my gut. Jordan’s hands were balled into fists at his side, and his hips were pushed off the bed. “Ugh…ugh…ugh…,” were the sounds he made as my throat muscles expertly massaged his hard thick shaft.
I let Jordan’s cock slide out of my throat, and brought his shaft to where the head was just inside my mouth. I rolled my tongue around his cock head, and slid it down the underside of his shaft. My tongue rolled across the thick vein on the underside, and I could it pulse as his cock twitched. I slowly swallowed Jordan’s cock again, brought it out, and repeated the same maneuver again. And again. Jordan uncurled the fist in his right hand, and brought it to the back of my head. His left hand quickly joined his right. Jordan pushed down hard on my head, and his hips pushed back harder from beneath me. I stopped moving my head and let him take control and fuck my face. Jordan’s legs were now spread wide, and he used the leverage from his feet and calves to pump harder into my mouth and throat. His breathing was loud now, but his groans were even louder. Jordan didn’t say anything, only uttering constant moans and groans. He fucked his cock hard into my starving throat, and his balls slammed roughly against my chin.
Jordan slowed down the throat fucking, and then sped it up again. I could tell he was getting close. I reached my right hand over to rub his full balls, and he groaned heavier and longer. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHH,” he breathed out, hard and strong. Jordan was now holding my head down and fucking his cock into my throat in hard quick fucks. I could feel his cock grow harder and thicker in my mouth and throat, and his balls get tighter in my hand. Jordan almost slowed to a stop, then fucked hard into my throat. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” he groaned loudly, as I felt the first load shoot out of his cock head, coating the sides of my throat on the way to my gut. “UUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH,” he moaned again, holding my head down harder and sending another load down my throat. Jordan repeated this four more times until he had shot a total of six straight loads into my gut. I looked up at him while he was shooting the last two, and Jordan continued to stare at me, his brow furrowed intensely.
Jordan stopped fucking his hips, and his hands let go of my head. I moved my right hand from his balls to the base of his cock. I took his cock out of my mouth, slowly milked out the last of his jizz, and licked it off with my tongue. Jordan’s cock was starting to deflate, and I laid it against his stomach toward his navel. His left-over jizz was matting in his thick treasure trail. Slowly, I got up off the bed and looked at Jordan. He was still staring at me. All of a sudden, Jordan smiled. He was still staring at me, but he said the only word he had spoken during the entire ordeal: “Wow!”
I had got to the dorm early on a Saturday, and had all my stuff moved in by noon. Throughout the day more guys moved onto the floor, but only two more moved into my suite. Jeff came in about one, talking on his cell phone as he went into his room. He closed his door and came out about a half hour later. “I’m Jeff, man,” he said as he headed toward the door of the suite, “see ya later…” “I’m Sam,” I yelled back to him as I heard the stairwell door open and footsteps hammering down the stairs. “Nice to meet you…,” I said as an afterthought. By about three o’clock I had fallen asleep on the sofa in the living area, when I heard a loud racket by the door. I opened my eyes and saw a guy with a shoulder bag slung over each shoulder, dragging two suitcases through the door. I lay there and watched him as he tried to keep the bags on his shoulders while maneuvering the suitcases. The bags keep falling off, and he was clearly getting frustrated, talking to himself almost non-stop. He was about 5’ 8”, average build, dark brown, almost black hair, and black glasses. He kinda looked like a nerd, but he also looked hot. He looked over at me on the sofa, then quickly looked down. I couldn’t tell if he was looking at the floor or looking at the suitcases that were splayed there. Nice guy that I am, I jumped off the sofa and went over to help him. “Hey man,” I said, taking the two suitcases, “let me get those.” “Thanks,” he said quietly, still looking down.
Once we got his stuff into the living area, he took the bags off his shoulders. I saw the opportunity and stuck out my hand. “Hi,” I said to him, “I’m Sam.” For the first time, the guy looked up at me and slowly extended his hand. “I’m Jordan,” he said quietly, “thanks for the help.” I grabbed Jordan’s hand and gave it a few good pumps. “Not a problem, man,” I said to him, “glad to help.” Jordan looked around the living area, then looked at the doors where the bedrooms were. My bedroom door was open, but the other was shut. “That’s my room,” I said, nodding my head towards my door, “so that one must be yours.” Jordan walked over to the door and turned the knob. It was locked. “Shit,” he said under his breath, “they haven’t given me a key yet.” “My letter said the doors would be open…,” he went on. “Hey, don’t sweat it man,” I said to him, not knowing exactly what we were going to do, “there’s got to be somebody here that’s got a key.” We walked out into the dorm hallway and looked both ways. At the far end of the west side there was an open door with the sign “Resident Assistant” above it. “Let’s check down there,” I said to Jordan, pointing in the direction of the RA’s room. As we walked down the hall, I tried to make small talk with Jordan but all his replies were one or two word answers. “So where ya from, Jordan?” I asked. “Kansas City,” was his reply. “So you chose to go to school here instead of up there,” I said. “Yeah,” was the comeback. I told Jordan that I had seen his roommate and his name was Jeff. I also told him that my roommate didn’t show up and I had the entire bedroom to myself. I got no reply from Jordan on any of my further attempts at conversation, so I stopped.
We got the key from the RA and headed back down the suite. I helped Jordan move his suitcases into his room, then we kinda stood there in awkward silence. I looked down at my watch and noticed it was a few minutes before four. “Hey, Jordan,” I said to him, “you wanna take a walk around campus…kinda get our bearings?” For the second time since we’d met, Jordan looked at me. “I have stuff I have to do,” he said. I kept waiting for the “…but maybe we can do it later,” or some other kind of sign that Jordan wasn’t the weird guy he was portraying himself to be, but it never came. “Ok then,” I finally said, walking toward the door. No reply from Jordan. As I was in my room getting my keys, I heard the door to Jordan’s room shut.
Jordan and I hung out more during the rest of the weekend, and he did seem to loosen up. He was quiet and shy, and had a killer smile. I found out from him that he had gone to a private religious high school outside of Kansas City, and had hoped to get into a religious college. Those plans hadn’t worked out, so Jordan was going to state college. I also found out that he had a girlfriend, since his sophomore year in high school, and told me “we want to get married in a couple of years.” Although he definitely didn’t bring it up, I surmised that Jordan had never had sex with his girlfriend, or with anyone else for that matter. I also learned this semester at college would be a lot of “firsts” for Jordan: the first time he’d been away from home for longer than two days, the first time he’d been away from his girlfriend, and the first time he’d ever shared a room with someone. And if things went according to the plan that was already forming in my head, there would be another “first” that Jordan would experience this semester.
When I registered for school, I had arranged my schedule so that all my classes were in the morning so I would have the afternoon and evening to study and do homework. After the first two weeks of classes, I learned that Jordan’s schedule was a lot like mine, except his last class was over at two. Jeff, Jordan’s roommate, was hardly ever in the suite. He told us he was a member of a fraternity and spent a lot of nights either at the fraternity house or at his girlfriend’s apartment. This left the suite to me and Jordan, and I spent a lot of my study time in the living area. By the end of the first week of classes, I began to notice a pattern with Jordan. Like I said before, his last class was over at two and he’d get back to the dorm about 2:30. If I was in the living area, Jordan would sit out there with me for a little while, usually watching TV. But around 4:00 every day, he would go into his room and close the door. At first I thought he was taking a nap, but I noticed he would only be in there for about twenty minutes, then he’d come back out. “Interesting,” I thought to myself, “what could he be doing in there for just 20 minutes. At first I thought he was talking to his girlfriend or even his parents. But then I found out that Jordan didn’t have a cell phone, and the suite phone was in the living area. The only other thing Jordan could be doing his room that lasted that amount of time, was jacking off. I was 99.9% sure this was what was going on, but I had to be sure. The thought of Jordan the hot nerd, his hand wrapped around his cock, jacking it until he shot a big load, made me instantly hard. I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I had to think of a way to confirm my suspicions.
Jordan was meticulously clean. He took a shower in the morning before class, at night before he went to bed, and every afternoon between 4:20 and 4:30. I knew that the likelihood of catching Jordan in “the act” was very slim, because he locked his door every time he went in. So I decided to see if I could find the “outcome” of Jordan’s time in his room. I wanted to find where he shot his load. The next day, like clockwork, Jordan went into his bedroom at 4:00, closed his door and locked it. At 4:24, Jordan opened his door and went straight to the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the shower running. Jordan usually spent about ten minutes in the shower, but I knew I couldn’t count on that for sure so I had to act fast.
I waited until I heard the shower door close, then I quickly walked into Jordan’s room. His room was extremely neat, with everything in place. Jordan’s bed was meticulously made, with the exception of a faint human outline on the spread. I put my hand in the middle of the outline, and it was still warm. There was also the telltale scent of fresh cum around his bed. So Jordan had been jacking off…now I wanted to find where he’d shot his load. I figured as neat and clean as Jordan was, he wouldn’t use a tissue because it would be too messy and he’d have to carry it to wherever he disposed of it. It had to be something he could use, maybe fold over, and use again. It also had to be kept close to his bed, and out of sight. I stuck my hand between the mattress and box spring on Jordan’s bed, and instantly found it. I pulled out a dark blue wash cloth, still warm and slimy from his recent load. Holding it in my hand, I ran my thumb through the slime, spreading it out onto the cloth. My cock jumped in my pants, and I could feel my balls draw up. I ran my thumb through more of the fresh jizz, and my cock got harder. Enthralled with my discovery, I had lost track of time when I heard the phone ring in the living area. I jumped, folded the wash cloth, stuck it back under the mattress, and quickly walked to the phone. Just as I picked up the receiver, I heard the water shut off and the shower door open. A couple of minutes later, Jordan quickly walked from the bathroom to his bedroom, and closed the door behind him. The phone call was a wrong number.
I now had some pretty strong proof that Jordan was jacking off every day at 4:00. All I needed was a way to let him know that he another “option.” Luckily, the fates played right into my hand.
When I got back from class one Tuesday, there was a note from maintenance on Jordan’s door. They had done some routine inspection checks at the main electrical circuit in the basement of the dorm, and there was some problems in Jordan’s room and the two bedrooms in the suite next to ours. This meant he was going to have to be out of his room for 4-5 days. Jordan got back from class, took the note off his door, and sat down in the living area to read it. He sat there quietly for a few minutes, then laid the note on the table. Pretending I hadn’t read it, I asked “is everything OK?” “Yeah,” he said quietly, “they have to do electrical work in my room so I have to move out of it for about a week.” Then he added, “did you get a letter?” “No,” I answered him back, “I didn’t get one.” “This really sucks,” Jordan said in his usual quiet tone, “I don’t wanna be out of my room for a week…where’m I gonna go?” I couldn’t tell if Jordan was down because he had to move out of his room for a while, or if he was down because the move was going to interfere with his daily slamming. “It’s all good man,” I told him, “just move in with me.” Jordan looked at me with no emotion on his face. “Well,” he said, seeming just as depressed as before, “I guess it could be worse…” “Absolutely,” I said back, being pretty confident that the situation Jordan was in wasn’t going to be the only thing that sucked.
The first two days, at 4:00, Jordan walked around the suite like a caged animal. I knew it was because he was missing his usual jack session, and I didn’t understand why he just didn’t go into the bathroom and do it. But he didn’t…he paced. By the third day, even I was going a little crazy. “Dude,” I finally said at 4:05, “if you need some time to yourself, just go into my room…” Jordan stopped pacing and looked directly at me. Whatta you mean?” he said, his brow furrowed. “Look,” I said to him, “I know you spend time in your room every day around this time…and if you need some time just use my room…” “Whatever, man,” Jordan snapped back at me, sitting down on the sofa. There was about five minutes of awkward silence, then all of a sudden Jordan jumped up from the sofa, went straight into my room, closed the door and locked it. About twenty minutes later, the door opened and Jordan went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
I had a study group the next day, so after my last class I met with them. It was a little after four when I got back to the dorm, but there was no sign of Jordan in the suite. We usually kept our book bags on the table in the corner, studied in the living area, then moved our books and bags into our rooms in the evening. Jordan’s bag wasn’t on the table. Even though it was his jack time, I figured Jordan had already taken care of business and had gone out somewhere. I walked over to my door and put my key in the lock. My door wasn’t locked, or even fully closed. As soon as I put the key in, the door pushed open. “What the fuck,” I said, looking down at the door knob as it swung open. As soon as I said it, I heard a noise and looked up. Jordan was lying on the spare bed, his shirt on, but his shorts and underwear pulled off. His hand was frozen around his hard cock, and he had a look of startled surprise and embarrassment on his face.
“Oh my gosh!!” Jordan blurted out, as I let my eyes travel from his hard cock to his face. The look on Jordan’s face had now turned to one of horror. The look on my face had turned to a smile. “So, dude,” I said, walking over to the side of the bed, “this is what you do every day at 4:00…I kinda thought so…” He didn’t say anything. Jordan’s shorts and underwear were on the floor beside the bed, and I pushed them away with my foot before I sat on the edge of the bed. Whether it was because he was in shock, or because he was scared, Jordan didn’t move. His hand was still wrapped around his cock, which was now deflating, and he was following me with his eyes. “But,” I went on, “don’t let me interrupt you…keep going.” Jordan’s eyes darted around looking for a place to escape, but since one side of the bed was pushed against a wall, the only place to go would be off the foot. I don’t think Jordan thought about that. He still didn’t say anything, he just watched me. “Like I said, you can keep going,” I told him as I moved my hand to wrap around his own, “or I can help ya…”
As soon as I touched his hand, Jordan’s body stiffened. And his cock also jerked. Jordan still hadn’t said anything, but he began to breathe a little harder. I could feel Jordan’s cock begin to grow under our hands, with the top part of the shaft and head pushing about a couple of inches from his fist. I flattened my hand out over Jordan’s fist, and ran my fingers along his head and top shaft. His cock crew harder as Jordan sucked in a deep breath. I continued to rub the top part of his cock with my fingers, and Jordan’s grip on his cock loosened. Within a few seconds, he completely let go of his cock, and laid his hand on the bed. Now fully exposed, Jordan’s cock was pretty impressive. He was about 7 ½ inches long with a nice thickness, and his cock head was fat and cut. Jordan’s balls were full and big, and lay in a sack covered with black hair. His pubes were black and thick, and his stomach hairy. A thicker treasure trail of black hair went from just below Jordan’s navel to the top of his bush. It almost seemed as if his cock grew just by looking at it, and I watched as a vein bulged out on the underside of his shaft. Running my hand around his balls, Jordan sucked in another breath and let it out with a faint groan. I moved my eyes from his cock to his face, and saw that Jordan’s eyes were locked on me. His look was extremely intent, as if he were studying every move I made.
I wrapped my hand around the base of Jordan’s cock and squeezed. A flow of pre-jizz oozed out of his cock head and matted in his black bush. I pumped his fat shaft a few times, and more jizz flowed out. I could hear his breathing getting even harder, and I looked to see his eyes still locked on me. With my hand still wrapped around his thick shaft, I moved my body around to where I was now at the foot of the bed. As I was moving, I looked at Jordan and he had a puzzled look on his face. I knew he was probably thinking I was only going to jack him off, but I had a bigger surprise for him. I pushed Jordan’s legs apart as I crawled toward his cock. I pumped his hard cock twice, and looked up at him. Still staring at me, I slowly began to lower my head toward his cock.
Jordan’s eyes grew wider and his body became stiffer the closer my face got to his crotch. His cock was now like a steel rod in my hand. I kept my eyes locked on his as I got closer to Jordan’s cock and opened my mouth. I was now right above his cock head, and I could feel the blood pulsing through his shaft as I steadied it. I opened my mouth wider, took a deep breath, and swallowed Jordan’s cock down to the root. He sucked air in deep, held it, and then let it out in a deep groan. “AAAAHHHHHHHHH,” he moaned. The head of Jordan’s cock hit the back of my throat, then slide easily on down. It had been almost a month since I’d had a cock down my throat, and I was starving. I held Jordan’s hard cock in my mouth and throat, and milked him. I could feel streams of pre-jizz flowing out of his cock slit and sliding down my throat and into my gut. Jordan’s hands were balled into fists at his side, and his hips were pushed off the bed. “Ugh…ugh…ugh…,” were the sounds he made as my throat muscles expertly massaged his hard thick shaft.
I let Jordan’s cock slide out of my throat, and brought his shaft to where the head was just inside my mouth. I rolled my tongue around his cock head, and slid it down the underside of his shaft. My tongue rolled across the thick vein on the underside, and I could it pulse as his cock twitched. I slowly swallowed Jordan’s cock again, brought it out, and repeated the same maneuver again. And again. Jordan uncurled the fist in his right hand, and brought it to the back of my head. His left hand quickly joined his right. Jordan pushed down hard on my head, and his hips pushed back harder from beneath me. I stopped moving my head and let him take control and fuck my face. Jordan’s legs were now spread wide, and he used the leverage from his feet and calves to pump harder into my mouth and throat. His breathing was loud now, but his groans were even louder. Jordan didn’t say anything, only uttering constant moans and groans. He fucked his cock hard into my starving throat, and his balls slammed roughly against my chin.
Jordan slowed down the throat fucking, and then sped it up again. I could tell he was getting close. I reached my right hand over to rub his full balls, and he groaned heavier and longer. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHH,” he breathed out, hard and strong. Jordan was now holding my head down and fucking his cock into my throat in hard quick fucks. I could feel his cock grow harder and thicker in my mouth and throat, and his balls get tighter in my hand. Jordan almost slowed to a stop, then fucked hard into my throat. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” he groaned loudly, as I felt the first load shoot out of his cock head, coating the sides of my throat on the way to my gut. “UUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH,” he moaned again, holding my head down harder and sending another load down my throat. Jordan repeated this four more times until he had shot a total of six straight loads into my gut. I looked up at him while he was shooting the last two, and Jordan continued to stare at me, his brow furrowed intensely.
Jordan stopped fucking his hips, and his hands let go of my head. I moved my right hand from his balls to the base of his cock. I took his cock out of my mouth, slowly milked out the last of his jizz, and licked it off with my tongue. Jordan’s cock was starting to deflate, and I laid it against his stomach toward his navel. His left-over jizz was matting in his thick treasure trail. Slowly, I got up off the bed and looked at Jordan. He was still staring at me. All of a sudden, Jordan smiled. He was still staring at me, but he said the only word he had spoken during the entire ordeal: “Wow!”
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Good Things Come to Those Who Wait!!
thank you, thank you, thank you for being so patient with me and the nice thoughts you sent to me. i'm now fully recovered and posting the first story in my "straight college cock" series. thanks again, and i hope you enjoy!
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