![straight gay sex stories with college roommates straight gay sex stories with college roommates](https://static01.nyt.com/images/2016/10/07/fashion/07BROMO1/07BROMO1-superJumbo.jpg)
It lit the blonde/red curly hair on his thighs and accentuated the strong curve to his solid butt as he strolled cowboy-like to the sink. The sunlight was pouring through the open fire escape.
![straight gay sex stories with college roommates straight gay sex stories with college roommates](https://icdn03.boy18tube.com/66337/3316801_4.jpg)
Or is it a morning piss hardon you've got there? God I'm dying for one meself" and with that he stepped out of his brothers bed stark bollock naked and strolled to the hand basin at the end of the room. I've been watching you lying there dreaming about those same tarts from last night no doubt. "Good morning Chaz" came the sexy commanding voice. My thoughts immediately went to his grown-mans slack and meaty cock rested on his hard thighs from the night before and my own cock quickly stretched to poke the sheets the same ways as the previous night. Next morning I woke late to see Mark had left for his Saturday job at the union bar and Dave now laying in his vacated bed. I lay there massaging my hard boner, hardly breathing, wishing I had the nerve to bring myself to orgasm but not daring to build up speed and friction, with Dave lying in arms reach. Before anything else was said, he hit lights and slipped into his makeshift bed with a `socks off hands on cocks' goodnight call. He caught me looking and winked as he nonchalantly undid his remaining shirt buttons, flicked his newly exposed hard right nipple and smooth rubbed his lower belly. I went red faced with his directness but stayed hard as Dave's meaty cock then flopped between his thighs as he pulled his pants down in from of me. His hand pushed the thin bedclothes down as he lifted his ass and my raging boner ridged the blanket - Dave joked I was tossing off because I hadn't had a fuck that night. First Dave sat on my narrow bed, squashing me and fully waking me up while he took his shoes and trousers off - just to make a point that he was boss and we were poncy students - as far as he was concerned anyone who didn't get a job at 16 was a ponce. Mark and Dave went out on the Friday night of his stay-over in London and came back drunk, with Dave crashing out on the floor between our beds. Mark reckoned Dave had all his family's working class genes in his blood and was intent on shagging them into the next generation. Mark had told me it was embarrassing staying at his bros house because he and Cheryl were always fucking hard and loud within 5 minutes of them going to bed. His tight, well used jeans exuded a real man smell and had a promising well-worn bulge. He had red hair, not blonde like Marks- but he was ripped with a laborers muscles visible as half the buttons were missing on his lumberjack shirt. He was a real mans man, about 24 and stocky, not as tall as his kid brother. He came to stay over one fateful night when he was finishing a job on the M20 and couldn't make it back to Bristol in one drive. He was the first from his family at uni too - his big married brother, Dave, had a job working in construction on the motorways.ĭave wed his school girlfriend, pregnant at 16 and had 2 kids growing fast. Not my type, cute but tall and gangly, and a bit naive. I shared an attic bedroom in a block of student flats with Mark, an art first year - we'd never met before but got on okay. I was in my second year and going out, casual like, with a posh girl who sued to want a good shagging a couple of nights a week but spent most the time with her mates from the drama course. I'd slick the precum on my knob end with my left thumb and deliciously lick the clear juice with my eyes shut tight thinking of a firm cockhead pressing against my eager lips. I'd wank off 3 or 4 times a day no problem and think of boys butts, hair dangling in their eyes and bulging crotches in tight jeans. Girls have always fancied me, I guess I'm good looking 5'10, 11 stone, broad shoulders with a 28 inch waist, firm butt, blue eyes and light hair - and a 6 inch uncircumcised cock that gets hard when I travel on the tube and most any other time when it shouldn't. I'd hit on the girls at 16 and lost my virginity, screwed around plenty, but always had an eye for the boys - an unfulfilled horny lust until I was 19. In those days you went to London and never came back, and I had good reason. I was a horny lad from Liverpool, down in London at University and the first in my block of streets to get to college.