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My major worry about college had nothing to do with football. I enjoyed competition and looked forward to the challenge. Classes weren't a problem. Even if my grades slipped from where they'd been in high school, I ought to do all right. But what did concern me, what caused me to worry more than any other thing, was that for the first time in my life I was going to have a roommate. I'd been raised an only child, indulged by my parents and spoiled by my grandfather. My room had always been my own, my private place, and the idea of sharing something as personal as the room I slept in, kept me awake as the summer wound down. On the day before school began, we had a welcoming speech in the morning, introductions to the faculty during lunch, and an afternoon free to do as we pleased. Some of my teammates went to the locker room; I went across campus to meet my roommate. I saw his back before anything else. He was facing the windows, staring at space. He was taller than me, and slimmer. His hair was an auburn shade of gold, and his arms—what I could see of them—were freckled. "Hi," I said. "I'm Mike." He turned around and grinned. "Hi, Mike. I'm Cody. How's your sex life?" It was an unusual question from an unusual kid. Cody, as he explained while I unpacked, was convinced his main mission in life was to cum, to blast as much juice out of his uncut cock as his balls could manufacture. He didn't seem to care where he shot it, and from what he said I suspected he was as much of a virgin as me. With Cody, it was quantity that counted, not quality. Discussing sex with my roommate was difficult. It was something my teammates never talked about, except for jokes. I tried changing the conversation several times before Cody gave up and took out a magazine. Predictably, the magazine showed various couples engaging in an entire spectrum of activities. Most of the pairings were men with women but, from what I could see, there was an occasional girl on girl shot, and even one of a guy in a guy. At five, I told him I was going to eat. He said he'd go with me, and he put down the magazine. Walking across campus I hoped we wouldn't meet any of my friends. It would have been hard to explain the obvious boner my roommate had sprouted. He softened during dinner. At least nothing was visible on the walk back to our room. For the rest of the evening, I studied my schedule; Cody read and re-read various issues of his magazine until, at ten, he said good night and slid off his pants. I watched him in my mirror. His legs were long, almost hairless, and when he stood, his thigh muscles rippled. Beneath the cloth of his boxers, his swollen prick lay outlined, a dark stain forming in front of his tip. "'I've got to go to the bathroom” I said. "I'll be back in ten minutes or so." Standing, trying to piss, I wondered how long it was going to take my roommate to release himself sufficiently. If I had been in his condition, it wouldn't have taken me very long.

It had happened to me just a few weeks before. My best friend Justin was staying at my house for the weekend. At night when he got up to brush his teeth, I flogged my prick quickly, spraying cum on the sheets. When Justin came back I pretended to sleep. I expected the same from Cody tonight. After waiting with my cock in my fist for fifteen minutes, I went back to our room and climbed into bed. "Hey Mike? How long has it been since you jerked off?" Cody asked. "Two days ago," I said. “Then you must have a quite a load stored up."  “Probably“, I said.  The way my uncut cock was growing, there was something going on. "Go to sleep," I said. "No way, Mike. Let's get off together. It'll make us better roommates." One way or another, I was going to have to do it to earn my sleep. "All right," I said. "Let's do it quick." He didn't even ask. Cody got out of his bed and came over to mine; he slid beneath my sheets. "What the fuck?" I asked. "Would you mind if I stroked it? I thought it would be more fun if we did it together." "Look, I don’t know…“ I stammered.  Cody broke in and said "I just want to hug you while we beat our meat together." Nothing was terribly wrong about hugging a friend I thought. We did it all the time on the football field. But hugging a friend jacking off was something else entirely. "Go back to your bed," I said. "Please?" "Why?" I asked. "Why would you even want to?" "You've got a great looking body," he said. While I was considering the idea (I'd had fair success with girls, but none of them had ever told me she liked the way I was built. Girls don't talk like that.), my hand was lifted off of my dick and replaced by Cody's. I'd always thought I had skill at beating off—I had certainly practiced enough—but Cody's skills were ten times mine. He probed the best spots with his thumb, prodding my cleft and tracing my tube. He flicked the tip of his index finger across my slit, and I groaned.  I was out of control. My butthole tightened, I was soaking with sweat, and my cock went off. Load after load blew out of my dick. Cody emptied me, stroking me steadily through my climax until there was nothing left but drips. He used my jiz on himself, coating his cock with my cum, pounding himself, and firing quickly. Without a word, he wiped us off with a corner of my sheet. Fifteen minutes Iater both of us were snoring, hugging each other. I guess you could say Cody was one of the best roommates I guy could have.