Ronson Hall

Somewhere deep in the electronic bowels of the computer system at the large SoCal university I was attending, a gremlin was laughing his perverse little ass off. From the first time he opened the dorm room door to let me in, I knew something in my life would change forever. Because not one person on this planet would have thought putting me Alex Davis, a diminutive math major, with Jason Gardner - beefy muscle jock extraordinaire together in a dorm room. Let's be honest, I’m 5’6” and something of a short bean pole. He was a six foot something slab of beef. Prime beef.

So I was going to be sharing a small dorm room with a walking wet dream for the next eight months. Fun. But not only was the man fucking hot, he seemed to have some odd allergy to wearing clothes. From the time he got up in the morning until to the time he went to bed he was either naked, in gym shorts or in a tiny thong that showed off his buns of steel. I didn’t even know they made thongs for men. And of course he slept in the nude. So I got to see him with his tangled blankets kicked off some mornings since I got up so early.

To make it worse, he was actually a pretty good guy. Which made my problem with him all the worse. Why couldn’t he have been like most of the insufferable jocks I had known at home so I could request a room change? How was I supposed to live with a walking wet dream where I wanted to jump him or in my case climb him like a mountain all day?

Which was something of a nightmare for my mostly closeted nerd self. An enticing, fantasy inducing delicious nightmare. But as much as I would drool over Jason and imagining what my tongue wanted to do to him it was not to be. There was never a Friday night that he was not heading out with some girl or to some party or game or other.

Jason was genuinely friendly though and usually tried to include me in his forays and adventures. I almost always declined though since I had little knowledge of sports and my social awkwardness would rage to the forefront. I know. I tried in high school and somehow always wound up in a corner quietly planning my escape. So I would sit in our dorm room doing homework and fantasizing while he would be out doing jock things on the weekend.

The absolute worst though, were those few times he asked for help with his homework. Since he was, as always, in his natural state of undress, having to lean over his muscular shoulder to point things out was sheer torture. I was just glad I was able to speak clearly, okay mostly clearly, with a bare minimum of stuttering during these times. Up close though he was even more perfect than from across the room. Smooth skin over dense muscle, wide shoulders and just a light smattering of hair on his chest to go along with the square jaw and military short hair. The guy even smelled good. The man should have been an underwear model. And all of that in a package towering over my five foot six frame by about oh… almost a foot or so.

It’s not that I wasn’t in good shape because I was. I had a very lean defined shape and great abs but I was still a skinny little guy. Jason was just in another league from me. So I kept my mouth shut, to slow the drooling of course, and did my best to limit the my staring at him. I could live in a near constant state of arousal right?

As it turned out, I could and did live in a perpetual state of arousal with him around. Even my dreams were starting to have dreams about him. Watching that ass as he would bend over to grab something in those tiny almost sheer bikini shorts where I would just make out the little ring of his hole was almost too much some days. But everything changed one Friday night when he returned from carousing. He did his usually trying to be stealthy as he snuck in late one night. Sort of like a bull in a china shop, Jason made more noise than he did when he wasn’t trying to be quiet. Then his phone rang. That’s when I overheard him talking on his cell while I was pretending to be asleep. It was better to pretend to sleep facing the wall than be tortured with the strip show as he got ready for bed.

At first I couldn’t hear anything other than a couple of unintelligible sounds but suddenly he got much louder. “Really!? In the basement of Ronson Hall?” Jason asked excitedly, trying to whisper but with it coming out loud and clear. There were a few mumbled grunts and while I couldn’t hear anything from the other person it was obvious from the noises Jason was making it was clearly something he was very interested in. I didn’t hear his next few words as he thumped around the room but I did hear the most important part that followed.

“Dude, a real live glory hole on campus. I will definitely check it out.” he said with a laugh before mumbling something about needing a good blow job and hanging up. I was now wide awake but did not want to let on I had heard what was said. Or just tell him he could use my mouth right now if he wanted. The idea of a glory hole though had so many possibilities. My dick was harder than steel and I started to wonder if I could actually somehow maybe give Jason a blowjob or two or forty. My mouth watered at the thought.

I was up half the night trying to figure out a plan as to how to reach my goal of sucking Jason off through that glory hole. My biggest fear though was that some other lucky cocksucker would get their mouth on him first. I was sleepless most of the night trying to plan how to make this happen. Problem and solution.

The first thing the next morning, I was up and dressed to go scope this glory hole out so I could make my plan. Sneaking out I spared a quick glance over to where Jason was sleeping, spread out and naked, that glorious ass in the air. While I was glad he wasn’t awake to ask what I was up to, seeing him like that only strengthened my resolve.

Ronson Hall was one of the original buildings from the thirties that had never really been updated. It was sort of odd mixed use building with a few offices, unused classrooms and storage. Since it was Saturday most of the offices would be closed but a couple of the counselor offices were open so I knew I could get in. Trying to appear as casual as possible, I entered the building. I was glad it was mostly empty. I quickly found the directory and headed for the stairs to the basement. And there they were, old, kind of creaky and seeming like no one ever really came down here. Which I figured wasn’t far from the truth since the entire basement was just storerooms.

The basement was a long hallway with less than bright old style wall lamps and painted concrete floors. Courtesy of the directory, I headed straight for the bathroom at the end of the first hallway. Heart beating overtime, I opened the door and stepped inside. Light from dim florescent ceiling fixture didn’t quite fill the small space. The walls were that bland industrial green colleges everywhere were so fond of. An ancient urinal stood next to a small stall. And there was the glory hole, right next to the urinal . The only other thing in the room was a tiny sink on the opposite wall. There was even a lock on the door which could come in handy under the right circumstances.

I was just trying to figure out how this could work with getting Jason and I both here at the right time, when I heard someone coming down the hallway outside. Panicked, I entered the stall closed the door and dropped my trousers so I could at least appear like I was there for a legitimate reason. Sitting down on the toilet seat, I took a quick peek through the hole and holy fuck. I recognized those board shorts, Jason was on the other side of the hole. I so hoped he was here for a quick blowjob.

Standing at the urinal, he gently massaged his package before taking out his cock and stroking it. Given his fondness for nudity of course I had seen it before but not this close up and not as it started to get hard. Fear of discovery had me keeping my face in the shadows but ever so slowly ran my finder along the base of the hole to give him the signal I was looking to suck. Stepping forward those last few inches he slid his cock through.

Ever so gently I stroked his cock as it continued to harden. It was beautiful, probably about eight inches, rock hard with a fat wide head. I opened my mouth and sucked the head into my mouth. Man, he tasted good. Using and swirling my tongue I slowly swallowed more and more of his dick. Jason must have been enjoying himself because he pushed himself flush against the wall and moaned softly.

I sucked as much of his cock as I could and started to deep throat him before for a few strokes before using my hand at the base while I focused on sucking the head. His dick honey was so sweet, I couldn’t wait to taste his load. After just a couple of minutes, his moaning grew more urgent and he started to make little thrusts against the hole. I just hoped he didn’t knock the wall down with his enthusiasm. Suddenly, the head of his cock grew huge and spurt after spurt of his cum filled my mouth. Salty and a little bitter, it was a flavor I could become addicted too.

I gulped hungrily to make room for more but there wasn’t enough. After swallowing every bit of cum there was, I used my tongue to lick his cock clean. I could hear him breathing heavily after his orgasm and would have loved to try for another load but sudden noise from outside the bathroom quashed that thought.

With a quickly muttered thanks, Jason pulled up his shorts and dashed out of the bathroom. Looking down at my own rock hard cock, I knew I would never be able to escape with my dick harder than it had ever been. Grabbing some toilet paper it only took a couple of quick strokes and I shot my own massive load. A couple minutes later I left the stall while already making plans in my head for round two and all the things I wanted to do to him through that glorious hole.

It turned out that another round at the glory hole just was not in the cards for me and Jason. I made more than a few trips down there in the next several weeks but never saw him again or anyone else for that matter. At least I would have wonderful jack-off memories of sucking him off. Thankfully, Jason never said a word or gave any indication he knew it was my mouth swinging on the end of his dick through that hole. Though I would have loved to have serviced him whenever he wanted I didn’t want it to make our roommate situation awkward.

Then after more than a month without any luck, I had all but given up. It’s not like I could hang out there all day waiting and hoping he would drop by the out of the way bathroom for a quick blow job. I’d already had one near miss with campus security in the building already. Then late one Friday night, everything changed.

Like most Fridays, Jason was out at some party or other and I had climbed into bed around eleven. Sometime later, I heard him come in, shuffle around the small room in the darkness and utter some minor oath as he stubbed his toe. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep when I felt him plop down on the bed next to me.

“Hey buddy.” he whispered as he stretched out next to me. On my bed. Instantly, I was awake and getting hard. I could feel the heat of him as he moved closer to me. Not that there was a lot of room between us on that single bed to be begin with.

I rolled over to see that his face was only a few inches from mine and I could smell the booze on his breath. Up close, he was breathtaking even in the dim light. “What?” was all I could manage to squeak out, trying my best not to reach out and touch him.

“Hey buddy…” Jason said again though he sort of petered out and left his sentence unfinished. He almost sounded shy for that brief second.

“You said that.” I replied, not sure what to do since having him this close was playing havoc with my mind and senses. I absently wondered what it would be like to be able to snuggle up against him.

“Oh ya” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Anyway, I’m really not in the mood to head down to the glory hole again since you’re up here and I was wondering if…” He again let his sentence stay unfinished. He did however, run his hand up under my t-shirt so stroke my chest and tweak my nipple just a bit. I let out a breathless sigh as he moved his naked body even closer and he leaned in to nuzzle my ear.

“So what do you say bud, wanna suck me off again?” He whispered, his voice low and deep and rocketing into my crotch. At my momentary silence, he pressed his hard cock into my leg and whispered again “Come on Alex, let’s mess around.” Rational thought shut down at that point and my dick started running the show.

Not bothering to answer, I rolled him onto his back and climbed to sit astride him as I pulled off my t-shirt. As I ran my hands all over his chest, finally giving into the joy of being able to the touch him freely. His hands weren’t idle either as he massaged my legs and thighs before cupping my ass through my shorts. Leaning forward, I was almost laying on top of him, I moved to kiss his ear, then moved down to his neck and then further, kissing every inch of his muscled chest. I could taste the salt and light musk of his skin. Damn, he tasted good.

Focusing on his nipples, I paid special attention to them. First the right and then the left, tasting, sucking with just tiny gentle bites. I felt them grow hard under my attention as Jason pulled my head into his chest with a groan and caressed my back.

Jason’s hands then slid to my boxers and pushed them down, freeing my own hard dick which rubbed against his. Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around both our dicks and gave them a few jerks before continuing my oral exploration southward. Each of those glorious abs got a tasting, as did his ungodly flat belly button.

Finally, I was face to face with his beautiful cock. I wrapped my hand round it and slowly jacked him off. Looking up at his face, I saw him watching me through hooded eyes as he played with his nipples. Never breaking eye contact, I took him into my mouth and swallowed his cock as far down as I could. His jaw went slack as he took a deep breath, muttering “oh my God yes.”

I concentrated on pleasuring this man with my mouth and hands, reveling in his taste, scent and how he felt in my mouth. As his breathing grew more rapid, I could tell he was getting close to shooting already but I wasn’t having that. Not yet. I pulled off his cock and moved to his balls. Taking one of his balls into my mouth made him gasp and he spread his legs a bit to give me better access.

From one of his balls to another, I licked and sucked them until they were both wet with my spit. Then I headed south once again, pushing his legs just a bit wider I ran my tongue ever so lightly up and down his crack to see how he would react. Jason reacted with a deep moan and by pulling his legs up against his chest to give my tongue better access to his ass.

I went to town, licking and eating his ass as he moaned and gasped. A minute later he pushed me off him, and flipped me on to my back. With a deep kiss he lay on top of me and started to grind against me before burying his face in my neck. Then the followed almost the same path I had as he used his mouth on me. Jason worked on my nipples, giving them little bites that sent tiny shots of pleasure through me. I ran my hands over his muscled shoulders and back, loving the feel of how solid he was.

As he moved towards my dick, I thrust up against him rubbing myself against his chest. Then he was at my cock and he quickly swallowed it. I let out an audible moan, as he expertly sucked me all the way down to the root. Jason ran his hands up to work my nipples as he worked my cock over. I thrust up into his face, fucking his mouth and was so close to shooting when he pulled off.

He kissed his way back up my chest and hovered over me, so close I could have kissed him. Jason must have sensed this because he leaned in to kiss me, quickly and deeply before pulling off and whispering “Fuck me Bud.” My brain was in shock for just a millisecond before giving him a quick kiss back and telling him to get on his hands and knees.

Seeing him there on his hands and knees, that glorious muscled back and shoulders shadowed in the darkened room was breathtaking. Then his ass, that amazing rock hard ass up in the air waiting for me to fuck him. I ran my hands over his back to his ass, then spread his cheeks so I could see that hole up close. I hopped up to grab some lube but not before running my hand through his short hair affectionately.

Behind him, I leaned forward and gave his ass an almost loving kiss. Working my tongue inside just a bit before squirting some lube into his crack. I worked some of the lube into his hole, feeling him work the muscles to squeeze my fingers. Jesus, I was not going to last long inside him. Reaching inside, I gave his prostrate a quick massage and Jason shuddered.

“Dick me already dude” He hissed. I spread some extra lube onto my dick and then lined up my dick with his hole.

Slowly, I pressed forward. The hot slick heat of his ass enveloped my cock in a wave of pleasure. He moaned as I sank in deeper and deeper. Finally, I was balls deep in his ass and slowly started to pump in and out. I had never felt anything so hot or tight before in my life. In and out, faster and faster I pumped Jason’s ass.

“You like my dick Jason? You like being fucked you big muscle jock?” I said as I pounded him.

“Fuck, yes. Jesus you feel good. I’ve been wanting you to fuck me for months now.” Jason grunted out. “Harder. Please.”

Never one to refuse a polite request, I started to really pound his ass. Short strokes, long strokes, harder and harder I fucked him. My skin grew slick as I fucked him and my hands roamed over his back before I leaned forward to reach around and grab his dick. A few quick strokes and he let out a gasp as he came. With that his ass started to squeeze my cock so hard it almost hurt but the sudden pressure caused me to shoot. Pounding like my life depended on it, I shot spurt after spurt of cum into that hungry beautiful sucking ass.

A minute later, completely spent, I pulled out of him carefully and grabbed a wet towel from our tiny bathroom to clean us up a bit. Then I crawled into bed with him, and he pulled me close, enfolding me gently in his big arms. Closing my eyes, things from the last couple of months started to add up in my math oriented mind. The glory hole, the thong where he kept bending over so I could get a view and other things. I opened my eyes and saw his face relaxed and eyes closed like he was about to fall asleep.

“You set me up with that glory hole story didn’t you?” I finally asked quietly. I saw his sly grin but he never opened his eyes.

“Hell yes, I had to find out some way to find out if you were interested.” he answered.

“You could have just asked.”

Opening his eyes, he leaned in for a kiss “Where’s the fun in that?” he said before sliding his tongue into my mouth derailing my train of thought completely.

A few minutes later, we finished our little make out session and I started to drift off as he whispered something about tomorrow it being my turn to bottom.

Smiling, I told him to count on it before falling asleep in his arms.