by Sissycurious
Mathew's fascination with Sean's penis builds.
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My torso jerks up from under my covers as I struggle to catch my breath. I've never hyperventilated before, but I didn't realize it would come with so much panic. It takes a minute for me to get my bearings and calm down.
Something hits my nostrils. I don't immediately know how to describe it. It's musky and sweet. I flip the covers off and roll over to sit on the edge of the bed. I don't know where that smell is coming from, but it fills the room. Bouncing around foster homes as a child, I've experienced my fair share of interesting odors. This one was far stronger than anything else and I needed to find the source.
Much like a hound on the hunt, I start taking short breaths through my nose as I move my head left-and-right and up-and-down. Trying to pin-point the direction it is emanating. I stand up and begin to pace around the cramped dorm room, it becomes apparent the smell is coming from one particular corner. This corner just happens to have both of our clothes hampers in it.
I'm still a little out of it, so it takes a second for my brain to register just what this smell must be. Of course I've smelled mine before, but it was always very quick and right before I threw the tissue in the toilet and flushed it down. This smell was coming from something far more potent than I've ever experienced. I reach my hand down into my hamper and pull out one of two shirts. As it gets closer the smell gets stronger. I straighten out the crumpled mess only to get the most pungent hit of it yet.
"Oh my god! That is so strong."
It is overwhelming, but a second later something clicks in my head, and it is now registering as absolutely intoxicating. My nose inches closer with every inhale. I start to feel the moisture of it on the tip of my nose when I hear bed covers shifting around behind me which breaks my hypnosis.
In a quick jerk, I shove the shirt back down into the hamper with both hands. Then in one smooth motion scoop up all the clothes in the hamper back up to my chest.
"Morning Matty! My god that was the best night's sleep I've had in quite a while. Do you smell something?"
I start scurrying towards the hallway while trying to keep the ball of clothes in my arms from falling apart.
"Might be mold. These dorms are old as shit. Probably filled with asbestos too."
I'm out the door and already down the hall before Sean can reply. Luckily, the hall is clear, and I can make a beeline for the laundry room. The sweet aroma still lingering under my nose. Once in the laundry room I swing open the first washer door, but something stops me from just shoving the clothes into the washer. I stand there in silence for a few moments before I bury my face into the clothes one last time and take a deep breath through my nose until my lungs are bursting.
"Holy shit! That is euphoric!"
With a feeling of longing in my heart I stuff the clothes in the washer, fill the dispenser, and set the cycle for sanitize. It's going to take a miracle to get that smell out.
I walk back to the room and close the door just as Sean is taking off his shirt and throwing it into his hamper.
"Whatever that smell is, it seems to be dissipating. It's not necessarily bad...just...odd. I know it from somewhere, but I can't put my finger on it. Weird!"
I stare at Sean's back while he starts to remove his shorts. My god this kid is scrawny. He's thin but not in a malnourished sort of way, just lean and small. Once his pants are off and thrown in the hamper, all he has left are his enormous boxers. They are at least two sizes too big and just barely tight enough at the top to keep them from falling.
Sean grabs his towel and bathroom caddy. As he turns around, the hefty bulge in his boxers bounces side-to-side like a pendulum. It takes every ounce of willpower to not stare at his crotch longingly.
"I'm off to the shower Matty. Seems like it's going to be a good day. I feel like a burden has lifted off me."
"Whatever you say bud. Have a good one."
I decide the best thing for today is to avoid Sean at all costs. So, I throw on some clean clothes, grab my backpack, and make a beeline for the library. I could do a little more studying before the quiz anyway.
I manage to avoid Sean all day Friday and then head over to one of my classmate's off-campus house for a party. A full night of beer pong and bong hits clears my head of my encounter with Sean. It's not until the Sun is coming up that we call it a night and everyone crashes in whatever semi-comfortable spot they can find in the house.
The next day we just seem to rinse and repeat. This has been easily the most partying I've done at college yet. Most of my other friends are used to Sean and I leaving these parties earlier in the night to go back to our dorm to play some Madden before crashing in our own beds. But I just need some distance to figure out how I feel about my encounter with the most perfect cock I'd ever seen.
It's not until the Sunday late afternoon NFL games are over before I come to terms with the fact that I have to return to my dorm room. I've been in the same clothes since Friday morning, and they are covered in beer stains and reek of weed.
I knock on the dorm room door. It's the first time I've ever knocked. Normally I would just barge in like a bull. It is my room too. After a second knock, there is no answer from within. Sean must be gone. Maybe he went home for the weekend, or he is at the library studying again. Whatever the reason, I'll have the room to myself, at least for a bit.
Feeling more confident, I swing the door open and walk over the threshold. I throw my backpack across the room onto my bed. Then I strip off my shirt and as I turn to throw it into the laundry hamper, I finally notice Sean.
Sean is sitting at his desk pointed toward his laptop screen, but he doesn't appear to be moving or even slightly disturbed by my presence. Odd. I finish throwing my shirt into the hamper and walk over to him. He has his headphones on, so it makes sense that he never heard my knocks or me stumbling around.
As I walk up behind him the whole picture now comes into view. His laptop has a video playing of two nude college aged girls interlocked with their legs on either side of each other. They are voraciously rubbing their pussies together to get off or start a fire. It's hard to tell which. But they do seem to be enjoying themselves quite loudly even though I can't hear what is being screamed.
Next to the laptop appears to be a newly opened bottle of lube. Not just any lube, but there is an obvious strawberry printed on the bottle.
"Jesus! Couldn't just get a bottle of lube, he had to get strawberry flavored. This kid really has no idea how to jerk off."
Now that I've got a lay of the land, I step to Sean's side and look down. Sticking up like the damn Washington Monument is Sean's massive cock. He was able to get quite a few strokes in before he passed out as his penis is sparkling in what I can only assume is a massive amount of strawberry flavored lube. Looking back to Sean's face, it is almost as pale as the first time he passed out. Except there is some tinge of red in his cheeks.
I pull Sean's chair further out from the desk. Then, instinctively, I kneel-down in front of Sean. Reach out both my hands to grip the massive member and start sliding my hands up and down. I don't get far before the lube is sticky against my hands. Sean must have been passed out for quite a while for the lube to get like that.
I turn to the side and reach behind me for the bottle of lube. My sticky fingers latch on and pull it off the desk. Now to apply a massive amount to both hands.
Now back to the business at hand, no pun intended. I slowly start stroking Sean's cock up and down, falling into the same rhythm as the first time I "helped" Sean out. On queue the same sort of hypnosis takes over. Now all I can think about is this massively perfect cock in my hands. The heat radiating from it is warming my hands and inviting me to come closer.
After a few minutes of rhythmic stroking, a large droplet of pre-cum accumulates at the tip of the head. Glimmering in the light of the laptop, it slowly increases in size as I continue jerking his cock. As the droplet grows, it starts to show evidence of instability as it balances on the opening on his mushroom top. The weight of itself becomes too great to maintain its droplet shape and begins to dribble down the head.
Instinctually I quickly shoot my head forward and lick up the flowing liquid as if I were licking up melting ice cream on a cone. The pre-cum coats my tongue. The sweet nectar is quite delicious and satisfying. Only after I have swallowed the forbidden treat do I finally realize what I just did. I was on auto-pilot. With my senses returned I start to question my actions.
"What the fuck did I just do? Jesus Christ, I...am...loosing...it!"
I don't have any more time to dwell on it before this enormous piece of meat starts to convulse. Luckily, Sean was prepared for this eventuality with a folded strip of toilet paper resting on the desk next to his laptop. I grab the toilet paper and quickly pull down Sean's cock to aim it directly into the middle of it. Shot after shot of cum explodes from Sean's dick. By the time it is done, the toilet paper is now harboring a giant oyster in its center. Like an addict I huff the musky smell from the toilet paper into my lungs and then let out a huge exhale.
"Oh God that is good stuff."
My eyes have glazed over from the sweet stench. I take a second huff and lean my head back as I enjoy the smell lingering in my nostrils. A minute or so later Sean begins to stir in his chair. Crap, he's coming to much faster than last time. I only have a few seconds to run to the trash can and dump the toilet paper in but not before taking a third and final whiff of it.
"Auh. What's going on? Where am I?"
"Huh? What the fuck do you mean "where am I"? You are exactly in the same spot I just found you in."
"What? I...I...I..."
"Damn it man. Why did you try and jerk off if you know it makes you pass out?"
"I..I..I don't know. I was studying and then I just had an unbearable need to try."
"Yeah, that happens to guys. I'm surprised this is the first time you felt that."
"Ever since the other night, I've just been horny as hell all the time. I just couldn't ignore it anymore."
Then Sean quickly pulls up his pants and stuffs his dick back down in his oversized shorts. He reaches over to the mouse, closes the video, and slams his laptop shut.
"H...H...How long was I out."
"I have no idea. I just found you like that. When did you start?"
"What time is it?"
I grab my phone out of my pocket and check the time, 8:00pm.
"It's 8."
"Shiiiiittttt! I've been passed out since 3."
"Holy shit! You were sitting there with your dick out and that video looping for 5 hours man!"
"That doesn't make sense though. Last time I was only passed out for 30 minutes or so before I came to. Why was I out so long this time?"
Moment of truth. Do I tell him what really happened both times or do I try and come up with some elaborate explanation? I mean, he has no idea what went on but there is a discrepancy between the two events. I sit down on the couch to mull over my options. They come down to either being a shitty lying dirtball or telling the truth. I mean I've been a shitty lying dirtball before and it's not as bad as it seems. Yeah, I may have to pay for it later down the road but that's future Me's problem, not my problem.
Fuck it.
"I had to jerk you off both times to wake you up."
Sean stops moving and begins to mull over the information I just gave him. He waits several seconds before responding.
"I see. That makes sense. My doctor always told me if I passed out it would take a miracle to wake me up without help. So...thank you. I know that couldn't have been an easy decision. But as you can see, I can be helpless for quite a long time."
"No problem. It's just that you got so pale I was worried. It seemed like a logical fix the first time."
"Yeah. Again, thank you. I'll try not to do anything like that again. Haha. I can't just be losing 5 hours of the day like that."
Sean cleans himself and the area up. Then he grabs a towel and his bathroom caddy and heads for the showers.
The next week was uneventful as Sean and I's relationship returned to normal. Sean developed an almost instinctive flinch whenever anything on the television popped up that might turn him on. He would immediately turn his head in some random direction to avoid any sort of visual stimulation. I also saw Sean a couple times walking to class on campus and his head would be pointed straight down looking at the ground all the way to class.
I have to admit, I am impressed with how he has managed to prevent another pass out incidence but I can't say I think it will last forever. Once those hormones kick into high gear there is no amount of willpower a man can exert to stop the demon inside from emerging.
It is now Friday night, and the entire floor is heading to a big party a few blocks down the street. Some guys had managed to get eight kegs at once, so they were going to need a lot of people to have any hope of emptying them. Everyone on the floor was hyped-up and running around when I returned to my room at about 8 o'clock from working on a group project for class.
"Yo, Mathew! Are you and that stick bug you call a roommate coming tonight?"
"Yo, Cum Stain! He may be a twig, but he can drink you under the table any night of the week!"
He can't.
"Oh, hahaha. You give him a thimble full of beer, and he'll be out for the weekend, you bitch. Also, that cum stain was one time, okay. You ever going to let that go?"
"I'll let it go when you start letting go of your dick! We'll see you there, Bitch."
"Fuck you!"
If you don't know much about college guys, that there was love, not hate.
I open our door and find Sean slumped on the couch, head all the way back against the cushion, and eyes completely shut. A normal person may think their roommate is just taking a power nap getting ready for a big night out. I on the other hand had other worries.
"You have to be fucking kidding me Sean! Everyone is leaving and you're passed out again? Son-of-a-bitch!"
"Oh, quit your whining Matty! I'm just resting my eyes. I just want to be able and stay out all night tonight and it's been a stressful week."
"Thank God! I thought you..."
"I know exactly what you thought. But I have a system, and this week has been flawless. No more problems for me. I'll be right as rain once my hormone levels go back down. I should have never let you pressure me into showing you I wasn't lying."
"Hey, no need to attack me. I've been apologizing all week, okay. Let it go. It's not like I forced you. Take some God damn responsibility."
"Yeah, sorry. I know. I'm just feeling aggressive right now."
"Okay. But what's your plan for tonight? Just staring at the floor?"
"Hey, don't knock it. It's worked so far. Avoidance is the name of the game. If I think something is going to set me off, I'll close my eyes, find you, and tap you three times, and you'll get me the fuck out of there, right?"
"That's the plan. With any luck everyone will just think you drank too much."
With that, I finish changing. Sean and I head out into the hall to meet up with the guys and leave for the party.
That is until some of the girls from the floor above us come onto the floor from the stairwell. Now, just like us, these girls are dorks and nerds. So, they really aren't too much to look at. Except for one, Mackenzie. She is the definition of an ugly duckling turned swan. Every guy on our floor has been clamoring to get her attention from day one. She had an extreme glam up the summer before college and doesn't really seem to understand what changed about herself.
Think Sydney Sweeney vibes. Tonight, she is wearing a dress that may be illegal in some countries. It's black, tight, and her out of proportion tits are open, lifted, and smashed together. The eyes of every guy on the floor are glued to her as soon as she catches their attention. These guys aren't the best with girls on their best days, but with Mackenzie looking like she does, they are all drooling like they have debilitating brain injuries.
"Jesus Christ, Mackenzie! I told you the boys wouldn't be able to handle that dress."
All the girls except Mackenzie start giggling. Mackenzie seems to be more embarrassed than flattered.
"I got it from my cousin. She said it was a good college party dress."
One of the guys finally gets the nerve to speak up.
"S...s...sorry for staring. It is a great dress Mackenzie, but we all need to go, or we'll have to wait in a long ass line just to get our first beers. Guys, tongues back in mouths and saddle up."
With that everyone starts heading for the stairwell to get downstairs. I turn around to make sure Sean is behind us. He's gone.
"Hold up. Sean's missing."
"Who gives a shit! That's his fault for fucking around."
"Nah. I have to get him. Don't wait up. We'll meet y'all there."
"Whatever dude. Get fucked!"
"Blow me, Cum Stain!"
"Fuck you asshole, it was one time!"
I can hear everyone in the stairwell laughing as I walk back onto our floor.
Sean would only be in one of two places, our room or the bathroom. Since I already caught him having a power nap, I figured he just popped into the bathroom before we left. I open the bathroom door and stick my head in.
"Yo, Sean! We got to go. Everyone else already left. So, pinch it off and get out here man."
No response. I walk all the way into the bathroom and start checking the individual stalls. No Sean.
"Okay, one down and one to go."
I leave the bathroom and head for our room. The floor is eerily quiet. I open the room door to find Sean having another little power nap on the couch.
"Oh come on dude. It's time to party, not power nap."
No response.
"Sean, let's gooooo!"
I reach over and start shaking Sean's shoulder. He doesn't respond. Then I notice he does look a little pale. Not as much as previously but still noticeable. It takes me a second to connect the dots. Yup, this must be the work of Mackenzie's little black dress. I can't blame him. I still have a woody in my pants from seeing her. It was unavoidable.
At this point it's starting to feel a bit routine. I close the door and lock it. There shouldn't be anyone on our floor, but why chance it? The last thing I need is some other straggler walking in and seeing me working my roommate's massive cock like a butter churn.
I grab Sean's damn strawberry lube from his dresser and a handful of toilet paper from the roll he used last week. I get down on my knees in front of Sean. In an attempt to appear more normal Sean is wearing more appropriate fitting jeans instead of his usual oversized basketball shorts. His shirt is a retro Pac-man shirt (nerd!) that is just long enough to hide the enormous bulge in his pants.
I lift his shirt to unbutton his pants. I shimmy his pants side-to-side down his legs to his knees. Then I grab hold of the sides of his still oversized boxers and prepare myself to see his monster. I always get nervous when I first see it. The butterflies in my stomach go crazy.
As I move the boxers down, I see his bushy but maintain pubic hair and then the tree stump poking out of the jungle. My excitement begins to boil up and I almost rip his boxers down to the top of his jeans.
There it is in
all its glory. The God of cocks. Girthy, long, and smooth with the
large read spongy mushroom on top. It hasn't been long since Sean took a
shower, but his member was already giving off a heavenly musky smell.
It takes a minute for me to snap out of my hypnosis and grab the bottle
of lube.
I still want to get to the party early so I pour a large glob of lube onto Sean's dick, put down the bottle, and get to work.
Initially I have to spread the lube all over the entirety of his cock. Coating every inch in the sweet-smelling strawberry lube. Then I start gently with a slow up-and-down motion until I get into a good rhythm. Going from the base up to the head. Then using one hand to cup and rotate around the top of the head.
It's not long before a drop of pre-cum starts to appear right at the top of the slit in the mushroom top. With every stroke it keeps growing and with each rotation around the top with my hands I adjust to make sure not to disturb the droplet as it grows. My eyes are fixated on it. I want to see just how big it will get before it loses its integrity and cascades down the head like before.
It's just a few more strokes when the inevitable happens. The droplet begins to lose its shape and melts. Before I can even think, I stick out my tongue and lick up the spill. The taste is sweet, both from the pre-cum itself and the strawberry lube coating the area. A block in my brain must have just blown because without another moment's hesitation I open my mouth as far as it can go and swallow Sean's red mushroom head in my mouth. In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess.
The taste is a little annoying at first, but after a few sucks and swallows, my saliva cuts through the strawberry lube and all that is left is the taste of cock. It's better than anything I could ever have imagined. I run my tongue all around the head to get as much taste as I can.
His cock is so big it's difficult even getting it into my mouth. But having grown up in foster care, I learned early not to give up and this situation wasn't any different. I need to relax my jaw to have any hope of going deep down its length.
I pull it out of my mouth and begin to do some jaw exercises I think will help. I have no idea what I'm doing but I start to feel looser.
I again open my mouth as large as I can and inhale Sean's dick. This time I'm able to get it all the way to the back of my mouth which is still only a tiny fraction of the overall length. Then something happens that I didn't expect.
"Uah!"
My eyes open as wide as they can and immediately dart to the location of the sound. I see Sean's pale face and pale mouth moaning. I pull my mouth back a little and then insert the cock again all the way to the back of my mouth again.
"Uuaahh!"
Sean moans quite loud. But other than that, there are no other signs of life. This audible sign of pleasure from Sean sends my heart racing and gives a little bounce of excitement to my cock in my pants. I thought my adrenaline was already maxed out but now it's in overdrive. My competitive spirit makes an appearance, and I want to know if I can make Sean moan even more.
In my years as a porn consignor I've seen some wild stuff on videos. One of my favorites is when the girl deepthroats a huge cock so deep her eyes start watering, and she starts coughing up here own spit. My body is raging with hormones and all I can think is whether I could do the same.
I back off Sean's cock and do my jaw exercises again. I don't know of anything I can do for my throat except just relax. I'm hoping the adrenaline will just carry me through.
Like a swimmer I take a large breath and fill my lungs with air then dive straight down on to this perfect meat stick. Getting to the back of my mouth is easy this time and comes with an encouraging moan from Sean.
"Uuaahhhh!"
As his cock hits the back of my mouth it encounters resistance. This is where I need to concentrate and relax my throat. It takes a few seconds, but I can feel my throat relax. But this isn't enough to fit the engorged head down. As I said before, I wasn't raised to quit just as it gets tough. I'm going to do this one way or another. I scrunch my eyes as tight as possible and power through until I feel that red mushroom force its way into my esophagus. Now that the dam has been broken I able to slide his cock further down my throat until I can't go any further.
"Uuaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
A loud moan of approval escapes from Sean's mouth. With tears now in my eyes, I open them to see just how far I've gone. Jesus Christ! I've only made it a little over half the length. A deep appreciation for the massiveness of Sean's dick runs through my head. I don't think this cock was ever meant to exist on a human being.
With one fell push I pull the cock out of my throat and out of my mouth. With it comes a monsoon of spit as my jaw and throat relax. I'm also able to take my first breath in quite a while.
"Shit! That was crazy."
After a few exasperated breaths, I again take a deep swimmers breath and go back down. The first time is always the hardest and this was no exception. I can get back to my original final depth much quicker and am again rewarded with Sean's moans of pleasure.
"Uuaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Every time he moans, it gets longer and louder. They only fuel my need to please this ginormous dick. I've met my goal and it's now time to reap the rewards. I pull my head back just enough to get another breath without letting the spongy mushroom top leave my mouth and then spear it back down my throat. Over and over and over again. Now Sean's vocals continue without stopping.
"Uuaahh...Uuaahh...Uuaahh...Uuaahh!"
I can feel my own pre-cum wetting my pants as I get hornier. This bobbing action continues for what seems like eternity before I notice Sean's cock is beginning to engorge. At this point I don't have any more fucks to give and understand I'm going to be swallowing his sweet load. Sean then makes his most animated sound yet.
"Uuaahhhhhhhh...Ohhhh...Fuuccckkk!"
I pull Sean's head up into my mouth and prepare to receive my salty and sweet snack. As the first convulsion shoots a thick hot load into the back of my mouth, I immediately begin swallowing. I've seen Sean shoot two loads before and I know this is about to be more than I can handle unless I get it down my throat fast. The first and second shots are down my gullet in seconds but when I stop to take another breath, the third, fourth, and fifth fill up my mouth before I can do anything about it.
I begin to choke and immediately pull the cock from my mouth. With it comes out all the remaining cum in an explosion that coats my face and Sean's cock. Unlike previous times, this time I'm far more in control and not panicking. I start licking up all the cum on Sean's cock and using my fingers to remove all the cum from my face and suck my fingers clean. The taste is refreshing and delicious as the musky smell fills my nose.
"Holy shit that was good! I need to start sucking Sean's cock more often."
Then I take the time to pull up Sean's boxers and pants. I zip and button his jeans and pull his shirt back down. I walk over to my bed and sit on the edge to get a good look at Sean on the couch. I want to know exactly how long it takes for him to regain consciousness. As I sit and look the color has already returned to Sean's face. This is way faster than the previous times. Usually, it took at least 5-10 minutes before the color returned. Sean's body must be adjusting to all these blackouts.
After only a minute more Sean begins to stir.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! I feel so fucking relaxed!"
"Well you should. Apparently, Mackenzie's dress was too much of a sight for you to resist."
"What? Holy fuck! Don't tell me I passed out again."
"You bet you did. Luckily, you were smart enough to get back to the couch before you completely passed out."
"I'm so sorry Matty. I didn't want you to have to jerk me off again. I've really been trying to be good so you wouldn't have to."
"No worries. I can't blame you for this one. Besides, what are roommates for if we don't help each other out when in need? If we didn't, we would just be strangers."
"Thanks Matty. I owe you one. But I think I'm going to need a few minutes to collect myself before I head to the party."
"No problem. I'll see you there. Hopefully now you won't have to spend the night staring at the floor."
"I don't know. I don't really want to chance it. The last thing you need is to help me out twice in one day."
"Don't worry. I'm always happy to help. See ya there."
I then unlock the door and walk out into the hall. I can still taste Sean's cum in my mouth. It feels like tonight is going to be a good night. As I walk down the hall the only thing on my mind is what else can I do to please that perfect cock.
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