At “J. Robbinson” College, it was normal to witness some characteristic sights such as students running through the halls at full speed so as not to be late for class, teachers looking for a quiet spot where they could smoke in peace away from prying eyes, volunteer groups promoting college clubs and fraternities or other more socially engaged activities or...
“Hey, watch where you're going loser, or next time I'll rip your head off, do you understand me?!”
Or to witness the show of Luis Pardo threatening yet another person who had probably made the mistake of brushing up against him with his elbow or looking at him for a couple of seconds too long.
No one, on seeing him, would have thought that the Mexican could be much of a problem: barely one meter sixty, broad shoulders, the plump physique of someone who likes to eat – it was no secret that, in addition to classes for his business degree, he was also taking several evening pastry classes – a full face decorated by a slight stubble on his chin, brown hair left wild and reaching about to his shoulders when wet, dark eyes. At first glance it was not unusual to think of him as a soft-spoken softie or someone who wouldn't hurt a fly, but the truth was another, that saw beneath that layer of apparent good-naturedness a clear example of poor anger management probably born from a certain inferiority complex caused by short stature.
And when things threatened to escalate there was only one person who was known to be able to quell that small fury....
“Luis! Please calm down, you're making a scene.”
A whiny voice filled the hall as two strong arms wrapped themselves around the other's figure and lifted him as if he weighed nothing, while the latter continued to huff and swear, ordering the other to put him down instantly, receiving no's in response.
Fortunately, wherever Luis went, behind him loomed the figure of Bobby Carson. Where it was personality rather than stature that made Luis stand out, for Bobby it was the opposite: standing one meter ninety tall and a promising basketball player since high school, Bobby had the physique of an athlete, with broad shoulders, strong arms covered with slight hair, a physique that was the result of hard and relentless training, blond hair cut short and a shaved face on which the first traces of regrowth could already be seen, accompanied by a mild if not downright submissive nature. Despite his size, the green-eyed giant was someone who preferred to work things out with words and who did not like to be the center of attention – except for when he was in the field, where he transformed into a much more confident person who exuded perfect control of the situation.
It was not quite clear how two guys so different from each other had been able to become friends, many believed the most likely cause was the forced cohabitation as roommates they had been subjected to since their first year there, but even taking that into consideration, it seemed really strange that they had become so close-knit.
In any case, Bobby's presence could always be counted on to calm Luis down in one of his chihuahua rage outbursts and vice versa Luis' driving energy to bring Bobby out of his shell.
They were an odd couple and if one asked one or the other why they were so close, Bobby would respond with a shy “we're friends, underneath that tough exterior lies a good person, I swear,” while Luis with a much more direct “if I wasn't around, that idiot would have everyone walking all over him. I certainly can't allow that.”
*****
The door to the room was suddenly opened, jolting Bobby sitting at his desk and causing him to let out a shrill cry of surprise. Turning around, the 20-year-old saw Luis enter with heavy footsteps, a furious expression on his face, his backpack held by the straps in one hand, and an aura surrounding him that suggested he was on the verge of killing someone.
The Mexican made his way inside the room they shared by slamming the door behind him, then tossing his backpack to the side and approaching his bed. Under Bobby's worried gaze he grabbed a pillow, brought it to his face, and screamed with as much breath as he had in his throat.
After a good twenty seconds he finally stopped and unceremoniously dropped face down on the mattress. Convinced that he had finally let off at least a little steam, Bobby dared to speak, “Is something wrong, bro?”
Luis gave him a glare that generated a further startled “eeep” from the blond, then huffed and muttered, “My research paper was no good, so I have to do it all over again. Plus I only have one week to do it.”
“Oh, I'm sorry Luis, but I'm sure...”
“I wanted to go to the college bar this weekend and hook up! I haven't gotten laid in at least a month! I feel my balls are about to burst! But nooooo, the menopausal professor with a broom up her ass decides I have to spend the whole weekend on books, fuck her!”
Bobby merely sighed at the true motivations for his friend's anger. After all, he knew him well by now, Luis was a simple guy, he enjoyed the pleasures of life, and he was also known to be quite a ladies' man, with a variable success rate.
The jock only shook his head resignedly and turned to go back to his studies, leaving his friend to swear at the professor, aware that he just needed to let off some steam and then he would be back to his old self.
If only he had known...
When Luis had finally vented, he let himself fall with arms outstretched on the mattress, taking to staring at the ceiling, muttering and trying to find a solution. He was serious when he had said he needed to fuck, he felt he was going crazy, he was as stressed as ever because of the approaching exams, and a shag was just what he needed to relax at least a little. But how to do that, since he was now stuck because of that fucking search paper?
He pulled himself up on his elbows and stared around the room boredly, searching for a flash of inspiration, until his gaze lingered on Bobby's broad back. Suddenly he was struck by an idea, like a bolt of lightning, and a sly smile crossed his face. After all, it certainly wasn't the first time they would resort to such a ploy, was it?
Being as quiet as possible he got out of bed and crawled over to the other, trying not to be seen. Bobby, however, was so engrossed in his study that he did not notice that something was wrong until he sensed Luis's hands moving his knees with some force, forcing him to open his legs. Confused he straightened his back and then lowered his head, seeing below him the sight of Luis right between his thighs, on his face an almost ravenous expression as he licked his lips, his eyes clearly focused on the bulge in his basketball shorts.
“L-Luis! What are you...?” he tried to stop him by trying to close his legs but finding them blocked by his friend's firm grip. Even though he was so small he had a pretty good squeeze.
The other raised his dark eyes to him and snorted, looking very much like a child who was having a tantrum, “What does it look like I'm doing to you? Come on, lend a hand to a friend. Either I do something about this situation or I'm going to burst. Don't make me beg, Bobby.”
The taller man tried to find some excuse to object, but he could feel Luis's hands rubbing the inside of his legs, generating an electric shock with each contact and his breath against his nether regions. That whole situation generated a feeling of tightness in his stomach as he felt his face on fire.
Confronted with his embarrassment the dark-haired man chuckled devilishly, one hand going to rest on his crotch and taking to massaging and teasing it through the fabric, making him gasp.
“Uh uh uh, you can protest all you want, but I know you want it as much as I do. After all, when was the last time you fucked someone? A lot, right? And after all, who can blame the girls who say no to you? With the monster you're carrying around, it's already so much if they don't faint seeing it. You'd tear them in two if you even tried to put the tip in.”
The more he spoke, the more intense the Mexican's pressure on his member became, until he directly grabbed the now semi-hard cock and began to masturbate it openly through the fabric. Bobby gasped, his hands gripping the edges of the chair tightly, unable to find any response to his roommate's provocations. Luis smiled and brought his lips closer to him, taking to leaving kisses and sucks all along the hard cock and making the other moan. Slowly a dark spot went to form near the tip.
After another couple of minutes he finally stopped, also because he certainly didn't want to make him cum already, they were just at the foreplay after all.
Still with his usual devilish grin he grabbed the elastic band of his pants and exclaimed, “Let's free the beast,” and then jerked them down, risking the blond to fall out of his chair in surprise.
A long and impressively sized cock instantly jumped out, followed by two drooping balls, almost risking slapping the Mexican's face. Luis stared at him dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before bursting into a disparaging laugh.
“Would you look at the kind of pervert you are! With a thing like that you almost poked my eye out and you're even walking around without underwear? What is that? Some kink of yours I didn't know?” he mocked him as one hand went to grab him and gave a couple of strokes, resulting in groans.
“N-no, it's not that, it's that I wasn't supposed to go out so aaaahhh” Bobby's protests were interrupted when his friend pressed his thumb against the tip covered with a light layer of pre.
Luis chuckled, “Would you look at that...I always forget that your cock is also in proportion with the rest. But look! A little more and I can't even fully squeeze my hand around it! What kind of monster are you?”
He burst into another laugh and slowly began to jerk him off, while his free hand went to play with his balls – “things like this would be more appropriate for a horse than a human being, don't you think?” – all with Bobby who could do nothing but shift in place and pant, as if completely under his roommate's control.
After another couple of minutes of teasing Luis decided enough was enough and, without any warning, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed his cock, having to stop not even halfway, however, because of a gag reflex. He widened his eyes and let out the other man's rod with a liquid suck, taking to coughing, drool and pre coming out of the corners of his lips, before raising his glossy eyes to Bobby and exclaiming in a hoarse voice, “Geez, what's that all about? Hey, horse cock, how is it possible that you can even make something like that stand up, huh? I bet, with all the blood it takes to make it hard, you'll always be on the verge of passing out,” receiving only a pathetic howl in response from the jock.
Luis chuckled and resumed sucking him, this time much more calmly, concentrating mainly on the tip, holding it in his mouth and sucking it hard, as if it were a candy, running his tongue against it to pick up every trace of pre and cum that the other was giving off and teasing him thoroughly. Above him Bobby groaned and gasped, doing nothing, however, to make him stop and endure that assault of his. Luis raised the corners of his mouth in a smile as he slowly took to bobbing his head up and down trying to give him a blowjob and accompanying himself with the help of his hands.
Luis and Bobby had started that strange relationship of theirs during their first year of living together. After all, if you share a room, the privacy you can have is pretty limited, so the Mexican had proposed one day to an embarrassed Bobby if he felt like jerking off together, so as to blow off some stress. After several minutes in which many “we're both men, it's not like it's something we've never seen” and “it's not gay, it's just guys being dudes, come on” had been used, Luis had finally managed to convince him, only what should have been a session in which they watched random porn and jerked each other off had ended up with Luis gazing raptly at the other's gigantic cock. He had never seen such big ones and the mere sight of it had stirred something inside him. Since then Luis had insisted on doing it again and their “guy bonding” sessions had become a semi-regular event in which Luis's curiosity and desire only increased. Then, one night when they had returned from a party at the local fraternity, they were both quite high and far too horny to sleep, so they had decided, again, to jack off together. While watching bad porn they had ended up talking about what their kinks and some of their fantasies were, the weed that made them particularly outgoing, and amidst one thing and another Luis had discovered that his friend liked the thought of being dominated by others. At that moment something had moved inside him, and before he knew it, the two of them had taken to fucking, with Luis in the bottom position but not at all submissive as he continued all the while teasing Bobby and shaming him about the size of his cock, and the blond man putting up with it all, gradually getting harder and harder with each tease and sharp word.
Since after that day they had talked about it and had decided that they could always rely on each other in case of need. Most of the time it was Luis who asked his friend to fuck him, in a more or less direct way, but a couple of times it had also happened to Bobby to appeal to their agreement, always around exams or important matches that made him particularly in need of some peace.
Lost as he was in his memories of their first time together, Luis did not notice that by now his friend was on the verge of coming, and by the time he did it was too late. Bobby's cock throbbed and, without warning, the young jock moaned and sudden spurts of cum came out of his steel-hard shaft down his roommate's throat. Taken aback Luis tried to swallow as much as he could, but several ended up escaping, getting on his shirt, the floor and all over his face, painting it white.
Once finished Bobby had to hold on to the desk for a couple of seconds to keep from falling, his head suddenly light. Once he had caught his breath he looked down and felt his cheeks flush, “L-Luis! Are you okay? I-I'm sorry, I haven't been able to relieve myself for a while and-and...”
Under the table the Mexican let his cock out of his mouth and caught his breath, running a hand over his cum-covered face. He looked up and glowered at his friend on top of him, before lowering his eyes and exclaiming stymiedly, “Tsk, and now I have to throw my shirt in the wash too. You're really no good at all with this fire hydrant hose you're carrying around” and he flicked his fingers over the other man's still-sensitive cock, generating a further groan of pleasure from the jock.
Unceremoniously he got out from under the desk and removed his shirt and pants, thus remaining completely naked, his ass in full view and his cock already hard. He shifted his gaze to Bobby and gave him a devilish smile, “Now you're going to apologize properly for the trouble you've given me, aren't you?”
Bobby blushed and shifted his gaze, his cock throbbing with excitement, “Y-yes, sir.”
Luis chuckled and moved closer, gently putting his fingers under his chin and making him lift his head, “Good dildo,” he brought his head forward and joined his lips to his own, taking to making out with him. Initially stiff, Bobby let go, enjoying the feel and taste of the other man's mouth, letting go and letting him dominate him.
When they broke away they were both breathless and had a feverish expression in their eyes. Luis straightened up, “On the bed, belly up. Now,” he ordered only pointing to the other's bed.
Bobby obeyed and meekly settled in his spot, taking his usual position, hands behind his head, legs apart and cock pointing to the ceiling, now hard again after that intense exchange of spit. His roommate nodded and walked over to the closet, pulling out the bottle of lube they kept just for such occasions. He walked over to him and opened it with a sly smile, exclaiming, “And now comes the good stuff.”
Unceremoniously he settled down on the bed, placing his knees at the level of his shoulders and his face a short distance from his privates so that Bobby was facing his ass. The young jock swallowed as he felt his heartbeats quicken at the sight of Luis's hairy, bouncing backside. He took a breath to calm himself and immediately felt his head spin as he inhaled the aphrodisiac smell of sweat and sex emanating from the dark-haired man and felt his mouth begin to salivate.
Luis looked over his shoulder and saw the rapt expression on the other man's face, so he just sneered and exclaimed, “Well, what are you waiting for? Get busy,” and unceremoniously lowered his ass onto his face and sat down on him.
Bobby's eyes widened as he was smothered for a couple of seconds by his posterior, then, as if he had been trained to do so, he opened his mouth and took to licking and sucking him greedily, intoxicating himself with his flavor as his cock throbbed with pleasure.
The Mexican let a sigh of pleasure escape as soon as he felt his tongue teasing and grazing his hole, generating waves of pleasure throughout his body, but he recovered quickly and focused on what he had to do. He squirted a generous dose of lube on his hands and then took to passing it in slow, measured strokes all along the other man's cock, covering it completely, taking the opportunity to wank him occasionally or to squeeze him properly.
As soon as he felt his friend's hands touching him Bobby moaned and concentrated even more deeply on his work as a faint coating of pre went to form on the tip of his cock.
Luis chuckled before resuming speaking, “That's right, just like that. You don't talk much but you know how to use that language when you need to, don't you? What a pervert you are. Oooh, that's right, go deeper. That's right, good, get me all wet, after all you certainly can't expect me to be able to take something like that inside without some preparation first, can you? That seems crazy to me. And since it's your dick you have to take responsibility, so you better get on with it, are we clear?” and to reiterate the concept he lifted his ass a little to let him get a breath of air and then slammed it back on his face, generating another moan of pure pleasure that reverberated throughout Luis's body.
After another couple of minutes of that sweet torture the Mexican finally believed he was ready, so he stood up and turned for a second to look at his handiwork: Bobby's face was completely red, covered with spit and sweat, his eyes were clouded with pleasure, and he seemed almost to have lost all ability to reason, a dumb smile on his lips. With a grin he rotated until he was straddling his hips. One hand went behind and grasped the base of his cock as he lifted his own hips and exposed his ass, wide open from Bobby's work. Upon feeling the contact of the other's hand, the jock recovered but, instead of saying anything, merely pointed his eyes at Luis and gave him a mute plea. The roommate laughed, “You are so pathetic that you are cute. You want me to take care of your huge, useless cock, don't you? Look what I have to do, and all because you don't know how to properly use something like that. God, you're pathetic. Absolutely useless.”
As he spoke Bobby groaned shifting awkwardly under him, while Luis rested a hand on his chest to stay balanced and pull himself up slightly. At that point paying attention, he pointed the tip of the shaft against his opening and then, still being careful not to hurt himself, lowered his hips, putting it in. Luis paused for a second as his body shuddered with pleasure and a moan louder than the others came out of his mouth. If there was anyone who still didn't know that they were fucking in there - the dorm walls were practically made of papier-mache, luckily Luis was far from shy about that sort of thing - he now knew for sure.
After a good minute in which he had given his body time to adjust to the size of the other, slowly the Mexican resumed his descent, trying to relax and breathe deeply, conquering it one inch at a time. Having reached the point where he felt there was enough inside he grinned and thought about starting the fun. Slowly, but then with increasing eagerness, he began to rock his hips up and down, fucking himself on the other man's cock. Underneath him Bobby moaned and gasped, but he did not move, his body being overwhelmed with pleasure as he felt his friend's tight, welcoming hole squeezing him and sending waves of pleasure so intense that they completely short-circuited him.
Luis was covered in a light layer of sweat, both hands on Bobby's chest to give himself momentum as he rode him with eagerness and dedication, his ass now taking half of him in smoothly, accompanied by liquid noises that echoed throughout the room.
“You are so useless, walking around with such a big cock all the time, anf anf. If I wasn't around to take care of you I wonder, mgh!, I wonder how you'd do. You should thank me because, oh my God!, because I spend my time thinking about you.”
“Y-yes, ngh, yes, tha-thank you, Luis...”
“Hmm? I beg your pardon, Bobby? I don't think I heard you,” chuckled the other as he impaled himself even more on his cock and took to rotating his hips.
The jock made to open his mouth but as soon as he noticed him Luis pulled his hips up until he almost came all the way out and then lowered himself all at once, impaling himself completely on him. A twin moan came out from both of their mouths, then the shorter of the two took two deep breaths and began to fuck himself on his rod moaning and enjoying the feeling of being filled by the other, a dumb grin on his face, his hands planted firmly on his chest to keep him glued to the mattress. At some point, possessed by who knows what thought, he lowered his gaze and aimed it at Bobby's face, moaning beneath him. Luis leaned forward and took his face in his hands and then took to sloppily making out with him, his hips going up and down forcefully and the bed squeaking so much that he thought it would break apart any second.
In all that eagerness it took little for both of them to cum, first Bobby, who was still hypersensitive because of his previous orgasm but came so much that it felt like it was his first time, then Luis, who upon hearing the other fill him could hold back no longer and shot his cum, staining the blond's trained body white.
Once finished they both let go, Luis on top of Bobby, the others cock coming out with a liquid sound from his hole, letting out a certain amount of freshly deposited cum. Both friends were completely out of breath and covered in sweat, and both of their heads were light and struggling to form coherent thoughts. After a few minutes Luis managed to regain enough self-awareness and sighed. It had been nice but he better start thinking about that stupid research paper. He made to get up but, suddenly Bobby moved, shifting to one side and making him slide to his side, then his arms went to hold him close and in a couple of seconds Luis found himself clutched in the grip of his roommate's embrace, while the latter bellowed and then took to snoring slightly.
The Mexican's confusion at being taken and treated like a stuffed animal soon gave way to anger. He turned around and made to yell furiously in Bobby's ear to let him go right away if he didn't want to be beaten to a pulp, but the words died in his throat when he found himself inches from his sleeping face: he looked so peaceful, devoid of the patina of anxiety that accompanied him wherever he went. No wonder he was so popular, he really was a handsome man....
Luis felt his stomach clench and shifted his gaze as he muttered half-heartedly, “You idiot, what would you do if I wasn't here...” then he pulled him into a hug and leaned his head against his chest as he sensed Bobby's head going to rest on top of his own, accompanied by a grunt of satisfaction.
There was nothing to be done about it, he could hardly blame him: he had a soft spot for idiots like him.
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