Dopey Doogie

When I commenced my first year of college I met Doogie, who would be my roommate for the following three years.

He had been given his strange name by his dad, who as a teenager had loved a television show that had a main character with the same name.

I was totally enchanted with him from the moment we met. Doogie was tall, gangly and goofy, and seemed to saunter about as if a puppeteer was controlling his movements with invisible strings. His gait was so laidback that it almost appeared that he was floating as he walked about. Having said all that, there was something enormously sexy about him and he was the kind of guy you just wanted to throw your arms about and hug.

A further thing that I soon came to realise, despite his dopey demeanour, was that he was actually fairly bright and had no problem academically.

Doogie had a lovely hairy body. He certainly wasn’t simian and the distribution of the black hair on his body was very controlled. Let me explain as follows:

Doogie’s forearms, chest, upper and lower legs, were covered with long silky black hair. The hairline on the back of his head also didn’t extend onto his back which was also devoid of hair. There was no hair on his knuckles or toes, but his genitals, arse crack, and armpits, were resplendent with the same silky hair he had on his chest. Doogie didn’t have any facial hair and the curly thick black hair on top of his head was shoulder length.

Doogie was the least aggressive person I had ever met and never lost his temper. For him, anger was simply a retarded response.

I soon came to know two things about him which troubled him but delighted me. When we went to shower in the morning, Doogie took forever to lose his morning glory. This was hardly a catastrophe because many guys arrived in the showers still fully erect and this was always a highlight of the day for me. Doogie, however, stood out because apart from the large size of his dick, it had a very pronounced upward curve. One morning one of the other guys joked that when he fucked his wife one day, his cock might force its way through her bellybutton.

The more urgent matter for him was that he frequently had wet dreams and would have to use a face cloth to wipe up the mess off his sheets in the morning. As he was moaning about this one morning, I suggested that he sleep with a condom on in future. Doogie really liked the suggestion but alas, it didn’t always work because the condoms would often roll off during the night.

On occasions that it did work, I would delay my shower visits, so that I could retrieve the condom out of the trash basket and savour the incredible taste of his spunk.

One morning as I did so Doogie had forgotten his shampoo behind and when he unexpectedly returned to collect it, he caught me in the act. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. Fortunately, he didn’t make a great fuss about it and said nothing. That day during my classes I could barely concentrate on what I was doing, afraid that he would begin to spurn me.

As we doing our homework later that day, Doogie once more made no mention of it. It was only as we were getting into bed that he asked me about the event that morning. Deciding that I simply couldn’t bullshit my way out of this, I confessed that I was gay and liked the taste of cum.

Strangely, there was no overreaction from him at all about the news. He simply looked at me and nonchalantly asked, “But doesn’t cum taste better when it’s warm and fresh?”

“Sure,” I answered.

“Well, then maybe we can help one another out in future. Instead of masturbating earlier in the day as I normally do, I’ll masturbate at night. Maybe that will also help with the wet dreams. Then, as I’m about to cum I’ll shoot my load in your mouth,” he suggested.

“Suits me,” I instantly answered.

I now watched entranced as he commenced tugging on his dick and before long, I was on my knees receiving the glorious load. Unfortunately, Doogie didn’t allow his cock to touch my mouth.

As I lay on my bed before drifting off that night, I felt like I had entered an alternative universe.

For the following week, to my delight, our nightly sessions ensued. Even though it was not reciprocal that didn’t matter to me at all, because the voyeurism was well worth it.

One night several days later, my heart skipped a beat when Doogie really began to struggle to unload. Hard as he tried, he simply couldn’t cum. As I began fearing that my nightly snacks may have ended, Doogie suggested that someone else’s hand might do the trick. I was up in a flash and my eager hand now finally got to feel his incredible dick.

As he was about to unload he warned me about the impending orgasm. “Don’t stand up,” I quickly suggested, before adding, “I’ll take care of this.”

As I kept tugging my mouth suctioned onto his dick. Thankfully, he didn’t object and when his dick exploded, Doogie let out a wail of satisfaction.

“Gee, David, that was fuckin’ awesome,” Doogie exulted.

“My pleasure,” I replied.

The following evening when Doogie hinted at a reprise, I final decided that I needed to move things along. After placing my pillow at the end of my bed, I hung my head over the edge, before explaining that with the shape of his dick, this was the only way the blowjob would work.

After Doogie gingerly approached my head, I simply gripped hold of his dick and began to swallow it.

The sounds of approval were instant and shortly, blasphemous obscenities began to flow from his lips. Taxing as my throat examination was, I was in heaven. For that matter, so was Doogie, and when he came his body shuddered so severely that I was afraid of losing a few teeth.

“I really enjoyed that, maybe we can keep doing this way, if you don’t mind?” he asked as he got into bed.

The following evening, when the night-time emission therapy session commenced, I simply assumed my position from the previous night. Without hesitation, Doogie eagerly took up station at my head.

A few nights later, I played my trump card when he hinted about our next therapy session. After apologising that I had a scratchy throat, I lay on my back and lifted my legs for him. On this occasion, Doogie showed no indecision before he walked up and guided his dick into my backside. Fortunately, I was prepared and had lubed my backside in anticipation. At last, I was finally getting what I wanted all long and was also participating in the pleasure, as I tugged on my dick.

The other two things that also pleased me were that Doogie had begun to take his time before unloading, unlike our initial ‘therapy’ sessions. Added to that, the way he looked at me had also begun to display a definite tenderness.

As Doogie fucked my backside I looked up at the guy I had fallen in love with. Everything about him made my heart beat faster. As his thrusting continued we locked eyes and I was elated that he didn’t try to avert eye contact, in fact, at one point I almost thought that he was going to kiss me. Sadly that did not happen on this occasion.

When he eventually told me that he was about to cum, he asked if he should shoot inside me or over my crotch. Having elected the latter, I watched as he extracted his knob before spewing all over my crotch. With me feverishly tugging on my knob at this point, the slickness of his creamy spunk instantly made me shoot a most gratifying load all over my stomach.

Things escalated brilliantly during the next few years and we became proper lovers. Doogie also turned out to be a fantastic kisser.

When college ended we made sure that we worked in the same city and bought a home together.

Our parents are still trying to come to terms with our relationship.