My mind drifted back to Christmas Eve as I drove back to campus on that blustery day in January. Some of the snow had melted only to freeze and make dangerous ice patches. I was trying to focus, but the warm air from the air vents in the car reminded me of the warmth from the fireplace as Colt snuggled up against me.
My plans were to have him sleep in my bed after we finished snacking in front of the fire. However, his plans overrode mine. He began by kissing my hands; he worked up my arm and then kissed my chin before devouring me. I don’t think I realized that my tongue could go that far into someone’s mouth. His tongue had been doing workouts because he was able to push my tongue back, and once his tongue was in my mouth, I began to suck on it in earnest. Colt thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth, and each parley turned me on as if I were connected to a rheostat that he kept cranking to the right.
I felt his fingers wrap themselves around my stiffness. He pulled our faces apart and said, “I think you’ve grown some. You’ve got more than seven inches of wrought iron down here.”
I didn’t respond. I was dizzy from breathing too hard and too fast. Colt gave a short chuckle and worked at freeing my erection from its confines. I saw my hard penis standing tall in the glow of the fire. It did seem larger than it had in the past. Was that possible, I wondered. Colt placed his mouth over the head and with a wet, gentle motion moved down the shaft. I felt my dick reach the back of his mouth before feeling an intense pleasure as he swallowed me into his throat. There was the sensation of a silent popping as he moved my cock in and out of his throat. I wanted to feel the repeated feeling over and over all night long. Almost as quickly as the desire to make it last all night long came into my head, my abdomen muscles tensed, and I let out a grunt.
Colt pushed my iron-hard rod into his throat even more deeply as I began to spasm my load into him. I pumped my cum with shudders that extended down to my knees. When my balls were empty, and I leaned back, he had not withdrawn from my erection. His eyes looked up at me. There was a glint in them. He slowly pulled his head back.
“How are you doing that?” My voice was like gravel and barely audible.
As my dick slid out of his mouth, he smiled at me. “I think I swallowed most of it.”
“My whole cock was in your mouth.”
“No, I mean your cum. I think I got almost every drop.” He patted his belly.
I sat forward and pushed him back. I kissed him hard. I could taste a remnant of my dick mixed with my semen. I sat back on my haunches and pulled his clothing down to expose his cock. The stiffness that it had seemed to decrease in the cool air now that I had exposed it. I leaned forward and sucked the whole thing into my mouth. It stiffened immediately. When I first saw his dick, I had estimated between five and six inches, and today’s encounter did not change my mind. I was sure he was about five and a half inches long and on the slender side. His dick was a perfect fit for my mouth, and I wouldn’t have to swallow any of it. My nose was buried in his bush, and the head of his cock hadn’t reached the entrance to my throat.
I applied negative pressure the way one does when drinking something through a straw. My lips tightened around his shaft, and my head moved up and down. At some point, I pushed his dick up with my tongue, and it moved against the roof of my mouth as I traveled up and down its hardness. He shot little squirts of juice as I sucked him, and when he stopped, I snuggled up next to him with my head on his chest.
“I think you’re the best friend I’ve ever had,” he said.
“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend.”
Colt laughed, and we ended up falling asleep. He was gone in the morning with a little note that his parents wanted him to be home for Christmas breakfast. I spent the day by myself.
Reminiscing about my time with Colt got me horned up. I carried my bags to my room, and I could feel my throbbing member rub against my underwear. It would stiffen and then deflate some before stiffening again. I knew that I would either need to eye some cute guy to fuck on my way to the room or I would be spending time in the bathroom with Mr. Hand. I didn’t catch anyone’s eye on the way to the room, and as I got ready to unlock the door, I wondered whether I would find Albert’s family on the other side. The room sounded quiet from the hall; I rubbed my palm over my hardon as I went in.
I was absolutely not expecting to see what I saw upon stepping foot in the room. A woman was sprawled on Albert’s bed. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist, and she was rubbing an obviously wet pussy.
Moving to put my stuff on my bed, I tried to look away.
“You’re Jason, right? Albert’s roommate.”
I turned to look at her.
“He’s told me about you and your big cock. I need you to fuck me.”
I could believe that my dick got even harder at those words.
She rolled slightly and grabbed my crotch. “Pull those down and put your dick in me.”
Was I insane? I pulled down my sweatpants and underwear, and my seven plus inches of hardened steel dick pointed straight out.
“Ooo,” she cooed. “I need it now.”
I approached her, positioned myself, and pushed my erection into her. The soft wetness of her vagina welcomed my dick. I began to fuck her. I looked down, and she was pinching her breasts. I was even more turned on. She was grunting. I reached down and squeezed her breasts; her hands moved to her clit. She began to repeat “fuck” over and over again.
As I pushed into her while cumming, she grabbed my ass and pulled me tightly against her. I finished unloading and then stood up. I pulled my sweatpants up and stepped toward the bathroom.
“That was good,” she said. “Not the best, but you’re probably inexperienced. You have a great dick. I will say that. I bet my husband would love to have you stuff it up his ass. He doesn’t like dildos.”
I stared at her. I was stunned by what had just happened; I was stunned by what she was saying to me. I said nothing back.
“When you come to stay with us during Spring Break, I’ll make sure that Al and I are out of the house for at least one afternoon. They’re due back in just a while, and I’d like to freshen up before they get here, but I suspect you want to go first. So hurry it up, OK?”
I turned and went into the bathroom. I removed my clothes and showered. After drying myself off, I realized I had no fresh clothes with me. I went into the bedroom. Mrs. Martinez was still lying on the bed.
“Finally,” she said, jumping up and going into the bathroom. I quickly put on some fresh jeans and a shirt. I went to my desk, put on some headphones, and tried to read. I had a difficult time concentrating. I couldn’t believe that I had sex with my roommate’s mother.
Why had I done it? The only answer I could come up with is because she told me to. I was beginning to feel anger against myself for stupidity. Then I realized that Albert had told her about my dick. When had he been looking at my dick? And what guy tells his mother that his roommate has a big dick? He’s the one I should be fucking; I should fuck him with my hands wrapped around his throat until his tongue turns blue.
