Busted by Roommate

My freshman year, I shared a dorm with a guy that was from my home town. He was a year ahead of me, and while I had met him in high school, I really didn't know him very well. We had our own friends and didn't socialize together, but we got along. After winter break, I went back to school a day earlier than I had originally planned. I arrived at about 1:00 in the afternoon. I unlocked the door to my dorm room and pushed the door open. As I grabbed my duffle bag to bring it into the room, I saw my roommate jump up from his bed, startled. Then I realized he was completely naked except for the pillow he was holding in front of his crotch. I was as surprised as he was and thought, "Why is he sitting around naked?" His face was red with embarrassment and he took a quick glance at his desk next to his bed.

That drew my eyes to the desk and I saw some lube sitting there, open, and a box of tissues. Finally, it dawned on me that he wasn't just sitting around naked, he had been busy. Then my face got red and I felt awkward and didn't know what to say. I was stunned and, out of routine, I dropped my duffle next to my bed and then turned to shut the door. While I had my back turned, I heard him scramble to open his desk drawer and slide the lube into it and then shut it. But in his haste, he dropped the pillow and when I turned back around, he was standing there naked with a raging hard-on, trying to cover it with his hands. I was again at a loss for words, I just sat and stared at him. Then I realized he was staring at me, more specifically at my sweats. That's when I realized that I was half hard and had popped a tent. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally said, "Its ok, we all do it." Which I believe is true, just not in front of each other.

He was in very good shape, both of us into running and weight training. His embarrassment had subsided, and he actually started to feel his cock while I stood across the room. He kept staring at my crotch which made me more uncomfortable and yet more excited. I knew I had a full erection in my sweats and I was nervous as all hell about it. Then he said, "Man, you are built like a brick shithouse. You look like you have a flashlight in there." I took off my jacket and threw it on my bed; I was plenty warm at that point. My roommate's demeanor had definitely changed. He was standing with his legs apart, stroking his dick slowly, which made me squirm. Finally, he barked, "Come over here." I hesitated, but my cock was aching at that point. "Get over here!" he insisted. I walked over to him and he reached out and grabbed by cock though my sweatpants. There was no denying that it felt electric. The room smelled like sex. He said, "You are blessed, buddy, you lucky fucker. You have quite the reputation." I asked him what he meant. "The chicks in Sullivan (dorm) call you BDGR; badger. They talk about you." I had slept with a couple girls in Sullivan during first semester. "BDGR?" I asked. "Big Dick, Great Rhythm," he replied, "Looks to me like at least the first part is true." As he continued to stroke his tool, my apprehension had turned into horniness. I needed some relief. He knocked my bulge with his hand again and said, "Come on bud, its ok, let’s see that rhythm." I couldn't take it anymore. I slid my hand down between my abs and the waistband and into my sweatpants. My cock had made its way out of the fly of my boxers, and touching it, skin on skin, felt so good. I could feel the precum that had leaked. Standing there, I started to stroke my shaft, staring up at the ceiling. I could hear my roommate, stroking his meat harder and faster. I really started to get into it, forgetting about everything else.

I got hot and I took my t-shirt off and slid my sweats to the floor. My cock was hanging out of the fly of my boxers, precum flowing. I began stroking it again, trying not to make too much noise. I had my eyes shut, but I could sense that my roommate had moved closer to me. I opened my eyes just as he rubbed his cock head on mine. I didn't know if I liked the idea, but I was too far gone to stop. We rubbed them together, my precum flowing non-stop. Then he wrapped his fist around my shaft and stroked me. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as he jerked me off. I watched him as he jerked both cocks, one in each hand.

I could feel the buildup start, but I didn't want it to end. My cock started to swell and the cockhead flared. He said, "You're going to cum, aren't you? I can tell. I can feel it in your shaft. Wait for me!" I held it as long as I could, but I finally grunted, "It’s here!" My knees buckled and my eyes went dark, everything tingled and I felt the spunk splurt out of my cockhead, 3 or 4 ropes of cum. In the middle of it, he stiffened, grunted a couple times and shot his load. We stood there, leaning our heads together, recovering. I'd shot my jizz all over his abs. Both of his hands were covered in our cum and we were both dripping spunk on the floor. He grabbed my sweatpants and used them to clean up. After that day, I threw the sweatpants out and we never talked about it.