Hung Matt From The Dorm Ch 04

Note: All people in this story are 18 years of age or older at all points in the narrative. There are no depictions of sexual violence in this story. All of these people are real people, albeit with changed names, and the descriptions of Matt's physical dimensions are absolutely accurate.

:Chapter 4:

Sunday morning's 6:30 alarm rang in my ears. I was not ready to get up just yet. I hit the snooze button once and as I lay back down I became aware of a pulsing soreness between my legs.

My cock had dutifully sprung to attention, but my furious masturbation sessions the day before had left it feeling bruised and beaten. I had lost count of the number of times I had jacked off thinking of Matt's monster meat, including two or three times during his hookup with Alyssa. I was tempted to start rubbing one out then, but I knew I was going to need to recover a bit so I decided to wait it out.

The alarm rang again. I reached over and turned it off. Could Matt be in the bathroom again? Maybe he was waiting for me, because he knew that I liked to shower early. He had clearly liked our little meeting the day before.

As I gathered my things and headed down to the bathroom, I wondered how Alyssa was feeling. If anything deserved to be sore this morning, it was her pussy. I had listened to their lovemaking like a pervert last night. Shit, I can't let things get out of control here. I hadn't gotten hardly any work done on Friday or Saturday because I'm busy obsessing over Matt's dick. I needed to get myself together and finish out my senior year strong.

I turned the corner and half expected to see Matt there, waiting for me. But the restroom was deserted. I felt disappointed. Matt clearly was going to have a sex life at university, so why would he be spending time meeting with me in a bathroom at 6:45am? I headed into the shower stalls and picked one closest to the toilets. I started the water and waited for it to get hot. As the first showerer in the mornings, it often took a while for the hot water to get through the pipes to the bathroom.

As the cold water splashed over my feet and ankles, I sort of sobered up about Matt not meeting me in the restroom. Clearly I had become infatuated with him and I was fetishizing his massive cock. He wasn't interested in me, so there was no reason to keep preoccupied about it. The water slowly turned warm, so I stepped into the shower.

The shower heads in all of the stalls were not built for someone 6'4". To get my head down under the water I had to bend my knees and turn sideways. Sometimes my butt or my thighs would touch the cold tile walls of the shower stall. I put some shampoo in my hair and rubbed it in, then rinsed it out. As I rubbed some soap over my body with a washcloth, I felt the soft feeling of body fat rolling under my hands. I had definitely put on quite a bit of weight at college, nearly all of it in the past year or so. More time studying, more time playing video games, less time socializing, breaking up with Kara. All of these things contributing to my soft, bulky physique. I knew I could lose this weight with a few lifestyle changes, but for now I sort of enjoyed how I felt. Carrying a little fat around was comfortable for me.

I leaned back under the water stream and washed off all of the soap and shampoo. I thought, briefly, about Matt's much shorter, fitter, body. He would easily fit under the stream of water in the shower. At around 5'6" he was fairly short for a college male. I tried picturing where his head would come up if he was in the shower with me.

Fuck, I was doing it again. My cock rose to attention once more. I dismissed the urge to jack off in the shower stall. I shut off the water and dried off, then headed back to my dorm room. The floor was deserted as before. I decided to head off campus once again, get some food, bring it back, and do some work around the dorm. Maybe Matt would be around today, maybe not. I could either spend all day thinking about him, or I could save up all my lusting for a special jack off session this afternoon.

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Around 3:30, I decided to take a bit of a break from my homework. I had eaten my breakfast, done some homework, eaten lunch, played some more GameCube, then worked on some more homework. I headed back to sit on my bed. Maybe I could spend some time jacking off. It would be a nice mid-day break, and my cock wasn't sore anymore. Just as I settled onto the bed, I heard a knock on the door.

I figured it was one of the extracurricular or campus faith groups. They tended to knock on doors for the first few weeks of the school year for recruiting. I got myself back together and walked over to the door. I put my hand on the handle and looked through the peephole. To my astonishment, I recognized the distorted figure through the lens.

Red shorts. Golden skin. Muscles.

It was Matt. Fuck! What was he doing here?

I slowly opened the door and tried to look calm as I greeted him.

"Hey! Matt? What's up?"

"Good thanks," he said. "Greg, right?

"That's right."

He smiled and turned his blue eyes wider. "I had a good time playing Super Smash the other weekend. I was wondering if I could come by to play, or maybe sometime else."

I couldn't believe myself. He was asking to come into my room. I tried to look the right amount happy to host him and not too eager.

"Sure thing--knock anytime and I'll be game to play," I said.

"Sweet."

I moved to the side and Matt walked into my room. His head was level with my shoulders as he walked by me. He was shirtless and as he walked in I could smell some sort of cologne or deodorant smell. He smelled good! I invited him to choose to sit on my bed or on my desk chair--he chose the bed so I sat on the chair. I passed him a controller and fired up the GameCube.

I stole a few glances while he was choosing his character. I realized for the first time how calm and confident Matt was at all times. His friendly, chill attitude put me at ease, though I was still nervous to be this close to him. We played a match and Matt lost badly, laughing at his hopeless attacks.

"Wow, you're really good!" he exclaimed. "I am definitely going to need to do some practice."

"It's all good," I said. "If we keep playing you'll keep getting better because I am not going to take it easy on you." Matt laughed again.

We got back to the character select screen and I took another look at Matt. This time I watched his hands as they worked the buttons on the controller. His hands were big and his fingers were exceptionally long, which made the controller look tiny in comparison. Despite my height, I had average sized hands and fingers. *That's two ways he's bigger than me,* I thought to myself.

Matt chose his character and level and we started another match. This time Matt started talking to me while we were playing.

"Having a single room must be nice," he said.

"It's good," I replied. "I like having my own space and not having to share space with a roommate."

"That does sound nice. You don't have to worry about different sleep schedules too."

"That's one of the best parts," I agreed.

"Avi's all right, but I don't think we're going to get along very well," Matt said. He paused for a moment. "I don't think he likes me very much and he's been ticked off about using the room for personal business."

"Oh really?" I asked. I was interested in hearing what happened between them. Avi had seemed pretty cool with the arrangement last night. "What's the problem?"

"I asked him to use the room because I wanted to hook up with a girl I met last weekend. He was cool about it, but then this morning I told him I wanted to hook up again sometime this week and he told me he didn't want me kicking him out of the room often. I tried to explain that we can both ask each other to share the room but he said I was going to be asking him way more than he was going to be asking me."

The match ended. Matt did a better job this time but still lost. He chuckled at the screen.

"You get to fuck in here anytime you want," Matt said. Ah, this is where he was going with everything. Is this why he was interested in coming over? Seeing if I was going to be more gracious in sharing my space than Avi was? I don't know if I would have been able to say no. I was so intent on pleasing Matt I would have done anything he would have asked me. "That must be nice," he said.

"Definitely the best part about having a single room," I said, trying my best to sound like I did the deed often.

"Do you jack off often? I would be all the time if I lived here," Matt laughed again. I looked at him and saw his eyes twinkling as he looked at me. He loved talking about sex. When we talked about video games he was casual and relaxed, but now he was absolutely serious and intent on hearing what I have to say.

"I definitely jack off in here," I said guardedly. "I haven't been with anyone since I broke up with my girlfriend. So I'm passing some time before getting back into dating."

"I saw your dick in the bathroom," Matt stated.

I froze. Where was he going with this?

Matt continued. "I bet she liked it a lot. It looked really nice."

"Sex was good for both of us," I said. "It was the other stuff that didn't work out."

Matt nodded. "That's tough." He looked down for a moment, then his huge hand set the controller on the bed. He looked back up at me. "You saw my dick too," he said curiously.

I felt my face blush warm with embarrassment. I couldn't believe Matt was going there this directly. I had only spoken to him once before today, then I had heard people talking about him on Thursday night and I saw him and his bulge that evening, saw his cock while he was pissing on Saturday, and now he wanted to talk about it. My head spun. I wondered if this was the sort of behavior that normal people engaged in. I was so shy that it would take me weeks to even say hello to a girl. I would have never tried to talk to Matt about his giant dick. But he was calling the shots now, and I had no choice but to keep going.

"Yes I did," I said quietly.

Matt's voice was warm and friendly. "I could tell you liked it," he said. Matt grinned at me. "What did you think?"

I looked down at Matt's loose basketball shorts. Somewhere in that fabric hid the hugest, most beautiful, most fascinating cock that I had ever come across. I had been obsessed for three and a half days by that slab of meat. Now he wanted to know what I was thinking.

This was not something that happened to me, ever. I couldn't help wanting to run away, or vanish. I had never let a guy know that I fancied some part of their body. I used to tell Kara that her DDs were amazing, but I hadn't jacked off for half a week because of them.

Matt was so magnetic, so good at drawing me in, I just wanted to tell him everything. This was going a a very good direction, but I couldn't find any words to describe how I felt.

"It looked nice," I said cautiously.

"Thank you." Matt accepted the compliment with a smile. "What else did you notice?"

My mouth went dry. "It's really big." My lips barely functioned. I could feel my palms cool with sweat.

"Yes it is." Matt nodded in agreement. He looked over at me. He was in control, gentle, firm, calm. "If you would like, we could jerk off together. You could see my nice, really big dick again."

I nodded imperceptibly. "I would," I whimpered.

Matt patted his huge hand on the comforter, inviting me to sit with him on my own bed. I put the controller down and sat down next to him. I was struck again by our size difference. His muscular, fit torso looked tiny as I looked down at him. His tan legs were dwarfed by my thighs as I settled in next to him.

Matt looked at me. "Let's take them out," he said.

I started unzipping and unbuttoning my shorts, while Matt slid his shorts down, revealing his shaved crotch and about five inches of thick dick. He wasn't wearing underwear and his ass was just sitting on my bed. I didn't mind!

Then, Matt reached deep down into the waistband of his shorts, grabbed the middle of his dick, and hauled the whole thing out of his shorts.

I gasped involuntarily. I didn't mean to, but the air just left my lungs.

Matt dropped his meat down on the bed between his legs. It rested on his red shorts. It looked so heavy just laying there, like it was barely attached to Matt's body and therefore gravity could fully control it. Matt took two long fingers and placed them in an upside down V shape, reached out (because the end of his dick was a considerable distance away) and placed them on the sides of his cock, just behind where his foreskin was covering his head. Matt then used those fingers to guide his foreskin back into a retracted position, his supple skin gliding along his shaft and revealing the head.

Matt used his one hand to play with his gigantic cock. He was gently working and massaging the area from the middle of the shaft to the end of it. From time to time he grabbed the head, picked it up, and shook it, causing the entire substantial mass of his cock to jiggle and sway under the force of his movement.

I pulled my own cock out and started stroking it slowly. Matt looked over and looked surprised. "You're already hard?" he asked, confused.

"Yeah, it didn't take long," I mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

"Does it always get hard so quick?"

"I think so," I replied. "I never had to really think about it."

It made sense that Matt's cock took a long time to become erect. The entire thing must take 3 or 4 times the amount of blood that was currently coursing through my dick. That was so hot to me. "How long does it usually take for you?"

Matt thought about it as he grabbed the shaft and held it up. "Probably ten or fifteen minutes if things are really hot. Sometimes it takes longer." He smiled to himself and then looked up at me. "Let me see you work on that nice boner."

I started stroking my dick. It looked pretty small on my body, especially considering that the cock still laying on the bed two feet away was easily bigger by a considerable margin when it was completely soft. Still, I felt good sitting next to Matt and stroking and he was really getting into it. While I stroked, he picked up his cock in his left hand, spit in his right hand, and started wiping the saliva on his lengthening and hardening cock.

The way that it bent from side to side as he smeared his spit on it was impressive. It was starting to take shape and really bulk up. I could see that Matt had to really work it to keep getting hard, because if he stopped it started to shrink again.

Matt was looking at my rock-hard cock and biting his bottom lip. He looked over at me.

"Can I touch it?" he asked, slightly desperately. "It looks so nice."

"Yeah. Go ahead."

Matt kept holding his gargantuan, growing manhood in his left hand and reached over to grab my rock hard prick with his right. Matt's enormous fingers closed around it and started feeling all around it. He slid his fingers over the glans, the shaft and even played with my balls for a moment before I had to put a hand on his wrist and slow him down.

"I'm really close," I panted.

Matt grinned at me again, slightly altering his movements and pausing. "It's great to play with a nice thick dick like this one," he told me, giving my throbbing cock a little shake. "Yours is one of the thickest I've ever seen."

It was comical because his dick was at all times considerably thicker than mine. I guessed he was currently probably eight inches in circumference, maybe even thicker. "Yours is definitely the thickest I've ever seen," I decided to tell him. "Longest, thickest, just biggest. You ever see someone bigger?"

Matt chuckled. "Nope. It's always been really big, as long as I can remember." He paused. "It's way bigger than most people like. It's not normal. It's kind of a pain."

"It's definitely not normal, but it's amazing," I told him. "I've heard lots of girls are interested in you. They have been talking down in the lobby and in the lounge."

Matt shrugged. He looked indifferent. "They're welcome to approach me. I let anyone who wants to get a piece of it. Most can't do anything with it since it's too big to fit anywhere. They usually just lick the head and stroke it and then I finger them until they cum. Sometimes they can actually get it inside. Like last night." Matt looked up at me again. "Hope we weren't too loud."

I shrugged, not wanting to divulge that I had been intently listening to his fucking the previous night. I looked over at his cock again. He was playing with both of our dicks at the same time, clearly fascinated by mine and sort of neglecting his own. I decided at this point that it was only fair to ask for a turn jacking his gargantuan member.

I looked down at Matt's face sitting next to me. He looked back and started nodding his head up and down, desperately, before I started to say, "May I touch yours?"

"Yes, please." Matt held his dick out with his left hand to me, like he was passing it to me like a baton. He was still holding my cock with his right hand so I had to reach over his arm to grab his. My right hand met the soft, thin skin on the side of his giant meat and Matt closed his eyes in some sort of relief. He was breathing in and out of his nose heavily, while constantly massaging my dick with his massive hand. Once I had a grip on his dick, he finally took his hand off, I was able to start working him on my own.

I immediately turned my body toward Matt so I could use both hands. His engorging cock was incredibly heavy. Holding it with one hand close to the base made the top several inches of his cock start to fall over under its own considerable weight. It felt like Matt's cock couldn't support itself yet, and with as heavy as it already was I was wondering if it would ever be able to stand by itself. It was still spongy and very dense, as I started to rub it. My cock spent such a short time in that semi-tumescent state between a softie and a hard-on, while Matt had now already spent a few minutes with a semi. My left hand joined up with his shaft a few inches further up, and now I was two-handing one of the biggest cocks in the world.

I realized very early that my hands weren't quite big enough to reach around Matt's massive girth. His swelling cock was still squishy and deformable so I had to keep both hands working in tandem to control it. I was starting to get an idea of how tough it was for one person to pleasure this giant organ. One hand was enough on my own dick, and I could move the skin around enough that with a small amount of arm movement, I could effectively cover all of my six inches. On Matt's vastness, you had to constantly move both hands all around to cover everything.

I slid my left hand down toward the base of Matt's cock and squeezed it like I was gripping a bat. I held out my right hand with my palm up, and then I gently snapped his cock down into my hand a few times. *Whack, whack, whack.* His cock whipped my hand with tremendous force, striking my palm like a cobra leaping from its coils. Matt gasped in pleasure and nodded, still with his eyes closed. "Yes--mmm, you can smack it around......" Matt's head was lolling around and he seemed barely lucid.

I turned towards him fully and started really stroking his dick. Every now and then I paused to smack his cock again. I did long, slow strokes up and down the shaft with both hands for a bit, then I grabbed the top few inches of his foreskin and slid it up and down over his head. I wondered if his head was extremely sensitive because of his intact foreskin. I had no experience with any dicks but my own circumcised dick so I refrained from directly touching his glans, just using his sheath to gently massage the gigantic bulb of his cock head.

Just like I noticed in the bathroom, Matt's shaft was thickest in the middle, and the base and the tip were slightly narrower. If Matt's cock head had been on my dick, it would have been a huge mushroom head. Hell, it was probably as big as my ballsack. On Matt's cock it was actually smaller than his swelling, massive shaft.