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You know those guys that you can’t take your eyes off them when you see them? Jordan was one of those guys. He was just so damned hot! He was that guy who you only had to smell to get hard. His smell was like a sexy mix of cologne and sweat that had turned musky- it was great! He is 5 9”, with brown hair, brown eyes, and a smile that could make my heart skip a beat and my cock jump in my pants. He was fit too, but it was in a I-care-but-not-too-much type of way. I think the best part is his tight jeans which show his muscles and a definite outline of manhood. All of this would have been great if he wasn’t my roommate and best friend since grade school…it’s hard to hide how often you are looking at somebody when you live with them…not to mention hard to hide your boner. That being said I thought I had trained myself pretty well not to be too obvious when I was checking him out.

My scheme instead was that I would just have to plant hidden cameras in his room and his bathroom. $350 dollars later (I had to buy an external hard drive for all the footage) I had him well monitored. We would play video games well into the night and then we’d go to our own rooms and ‘go to sleep’. I found out the first night of the videos what he really does at night. He looks up porn. And slowly undresses and jacks off to it on his computer. Not too surprising right? Well if you haven’t watched somebody you know jack off while they can’t see you, I’ll just let you know that it’s fucking erotic. Every night I would watch him jack off, and every morning I would watch him shower (thank god for clear glass showers). This became my habit, and I loved it.

One day I got home from work and was making space on that video hard drive, when I heard him open the front door. “I’m home!” he yelled. “I’m just going to shower off, and then do you want to play some video games?” “Sure!” I said. I heard the shower start up and I cued up the program to start recording. I watched him strip off his shirt and throw it in the hamper. Next he sat down and undid his shoes and pulled of his socks, then came his shorts. As he pulled them down I saw that all he had on was his jock strap. It covered a huge bulge and I felt myself longing to help him with this last step. As he pulled down the jock, his cock swung out and settled slightly to the left side (he isright handed). Scratching at his nuts, he headed for his bathroom, and hopped in the shower. Right about here in his routine is when I drift into hot fantasies. Sitting at my desk, naked, my 7” cock out and pumping it, I closed my eyes , threw back my head, and became lost in my fantasy- His cock in my mouth, tasting that amazing smell, feeling his pre-cum on my tongue. Every step of what I would do to him was playing in my mind.

My favorite part- the part of my fantasy where he fucks me- was playing in my mind and I was moaning along to it when I heard my door open. SHIT!!! My mind racing, I tried to cover up or something, but it was too late. DOUBLE SHIT!!! “Do you have any so--?” he didn’t finish as he took in what was on my screen. His face turned hard. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT MAN?!!!” he screamed. “Is that my SHOWER?” I cringed, but my cock was still hard as hell. This is it I thought- I’m going to die. Red-faced with embarrassment I looked over at him. His face was contorted into a rictus of anger. “I’m—“ I began. “SAVE IT FAGGOT!” he screamed, and marched off to his room. I watched on the screen as he let the towel around his waist drop in his anger. With a sinking feeling I watched as he went to all the spots where I had a camera and ripped them down. Shit. Shit shit shit. My mind was reeling and I didn’t know what to do. I started to get dressed as a plan formed in my mind. I got dressed, got my car keys and wallet and fled the apartment. I sat at the park until 3 am and drove slowly, reluctantly home. As I got there, images of all his stuff being gone- of never seeing him again- began to play in my mind. Being as quiet as I could I snuck to my room… and there I found Jordan. My mind had been prepared for every image –with a baseball bat, with a knife- except the one I saw seated on my computer chair. Naked, he lounged there, looking at my database of him. As I came in he looked over and grinned- just like he always did. Now I was really confused. What the fuck was going on? “Come on in.” he drawled, faking a southern accent. Was he drunk? Continuing in the fake accent he says, “So you like my dick, eh?” As he spoke he rubbed his floppy cock and my eyes became transfixed on it. He smirked, which drew my eyes away and up to his. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He said quietly in his regular voice. I stood motionless by the door still. He waited. “Jordan, I-“ He interrupted. Well, aren’t you going to suck it?” he asked, his voice dangerously soft. Yep, definitely drunk. Shit. Even drunk he was more than a match for me. He waved me closer. “Suck me bitch.” He proclaimed. “NOW.” Oh, god, this is really not how I pictured this…

As I knelt in front of him he slouched further in the chair, proffering his cock, and spread his legs. Tentatively at first I began to lick his dick, watching his face very closely. He just smiled and watched me work. I sucked him the best I knew how. First I went up one side and down the other. He shuddered. Then I twirled my tongue along the underside of the cock head that was growing ever larger, he moaned. As I started to suck the tip, his cock grew even bigger. This was my dream. This is what I’d always wanted. It grew to about 8” and pulsated, throbbing with his heartbeat. Slowly I decided to see how much would fit in my mouth. An inch, two…three, four… then he grabbed the back of my head and pushed. I slid onto that cock as though it were made for me. 8 inches of pure man invaded my throat and I was giddy with it. My nose pressed against his pubes, my lungs burned for oxygen, and I loved it all. This is what I was made for. As I came up for air he started to make gentle thrusting motions with his hips. “Let’s move to the bed…” he says. I pull off and follow like a puppy. As he sits I start to jack him off and nuzzle his sac.

His nuts feel so good against my face. I taste them and find the source of that scent I love so much. Tonguing his sack, I move down and tongue the area between his cock and ass. His breathing quickens and his legs spread wider. Encouraged, I slowly move down even more. He moans. His legs go even wider and I can’t believe my luck. I start to lick the top of his ass crack and he gasps. “Stop!” he says. Then he rolled over and spread his cheeks wide with both hands. “Go!” he demanded. I love alcohol I decided. I start to lick his ass from top to bottom. As I do he shudders and moans. Further encouraged I bury my face in his ass. Then I start to tongue fuck him. “Oh my god, That feels so good!” he moaned. In and out, in and out. His ass started to loosen up and more of my tongue started to fit inside. As I did that I reached around and found his hand furiously jerking his dick. I took over and he started to pant. “Fuck me!” he begged, “fuck me!” I stopped.

“Are you sure?”
“Yes!” he panted. “Fuck me now!” “I want your dick in my ass!”
“Okay.” I said.

As I lined myself up with his hole he grabbed his cheeks away from his hole and panted with his face into the bed. I started to push and he cried out. Slowly I pushed again and he whimpered. “Just get it over with…” he whispered. Taking him at his word, I shoved myself inside of him. He screamed. I waited long minutes as he panted and then slowly started to move. In and out. Slowly, and then getting faster. As I did he started to moan again. His dick stiffened all the way back up, and he started talking dirty. “Oh yeah!” “Give it to me!” I picked up the pace. Faster. Harder. The smell of sex was everywhere. The rhythmic slapping of bodies was intoxicating. I got lost in the sheer pleasure. It was everything. I looked down as my cock plunged in and out of his hole. This is the best day ever. Slamming into him, I relish his hot tight hole. The feel of his sweaty balls touching mine as we rocked back and forth in sex. Then I felt his ass spasm and I knew he was close. I pounded into his ass. Every time I thrust into him he grunted/moaned into the bed. His cock in my hand, we both felt our balls start to draw up. As they drew up, his ass spasmed again, and nearly sent me over the edge.

As we both flew towards Cumming, we fucked in wild abandon. We grunted, moaned, fucked, and loved it all. The first wave of pleasure hit my cock-Traveling up the shaft that white hot pleasure shot out of the tip. At the same time I felt his cock start to cum as well. As his ass gripped my cock, I shot load after load of cum up his ass. It started to dribble out his ass there was so much still pumping his ass I rubbed his back and said “thanks man!” that was so good!” “ I loved it!” he said. As I flipped him over, I sucked him clean. Tasting that cum that I had wanted for so long…

A while later as we lay there, I got the guts to ask a question-“Just how much alcohol did you take man? It must’ve been a ton…
“Alcohol?” he asked, sounding puzzled, “I didn’t have any alcohol…”

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