Hung Matt From The Dorm Ch 06

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 6:

A couple of days after our jerk off session, Matt seemed to disappear from the dorm. He left the dorm one morning and stopped coming back to his room. I heard Ari talking one day with some of the other guys about how Matt wasn't attending his lectures anymore. Some others said they saw him at a couple of parties and that he was staying at sorority houses (against their rules) and girls' apartments all over campus.

September ended and October came and Matt still hadn't made any further appearances at the dorm. Apparently there was some kind of unwritten rule that the RA's could enforce that said that if someone was vacant from the dorm for a month that they could reassign your room. Ari talked with the RA's and another guy from the dorm moved in to Matt's room. This guy had had trouble getting along with his roommate but was friends with Ari. Technically they couldn't kick Matt out of the dorm until the end of the semester, even though he wasn't attending lectures or showing up at the dorm, so they just told the other guy that if Matt came back he would have another roommate, but it was likely he could just have a single room for the rest of the year.

I had my door open on the evening that they packed Matt's belongings into a cardboard box and moved it to the other room. Most people brought a ton of stuff to the dorms--bedding, lots of clothes, books, televisions, and food and refrigerators and things like that. Matt had a few shirts, a couple pairs of gym shorts, and a pair of jeans. Apparently he had brought his entire college luggage in his backpack. They laughed about how weird that was while they took his stuff to his new room.

A week into Matt's exile, I was still thinking about his gigantic cock and jerking off to it a few times a day. I had naively expected to be jerking off with him often. I thought about the feeling of his cock in my hands, the sight of his enormous balls lying on my mattress cover, feeling the heat radiating off of his massive erection. My own erection could spring up at the first thought of that dick. I seriously considered the fact that I might be gay with how much I was thinking about him. I definitely had some bisexual tendencies but this wasn't an infatuation.

All of my fantasies were about imagining Matt's huge cock on my body. I wanted a gigantic cock of my own, hanging heavily in my pants all day. I wanted to hook up with girls and watch them stare dumbfounded at my dick when I dropped my pants. I wanted girls to tell all their friends about me and have a line waiting to get in bed with my gigantic penis. I wanted a libido so thick that I basically didn't care about anything else in the entire world except getting laid and sleeping in their bed for the rest of that night.

For me that was the most intriguing--Matt didn't seem to care about anything but sex, from my limited knowledge of the guy. I could conceive of a future for Matt where he found a couple of wealthy people who found his body so attractive that they flew him around the world as some sort of sexual companion. Surely he wouldn't be settling down, getting married, holding down a job, or anything remotely normal.

I started looking into penis enlargement on the internet. There was plenty of literature to look at--extenders, pumps, weights, pills, all sorts of contraptions that looked weird and dangerous and sort of geeky. There were plenty of chat boards where guys would share wild, completely unverified claims of gaining eight inches in length in a year and having fourteen inch flaccid dicks, and being young, naïve, and obsessed with my own dick size, I have to admit I wanted to believe it all.

I eventually sent a mail order for a penis pump for myself. I selected a hand pump, and nine inch cylinder, with a two inch diameter. I figured I could see how I liked it and get another cylinder if I wanted to.

While I was waiting for the pump to arrive, I sent away for another cylinder. I looked at their largest sizes--fifteen inches long and five inches in diameter. I imagined Matt sticking his cock in it and pumping it up. I fantasized about how swollen his enormous cock would look as he pumped, the size of a Subway footlong and slowly expanding. My cock wouldn't even reach halfway down the cylinder at the moment, but maybe one day...

My pump came and I started adding it to my obsessive masturbation schedule. I was amazed seeing how the pump could make my dick stretch longer and thicker than normal. I watched with fascination as the head slid past seven inches and then seven and a half inches. I also tried the Matt-sized cylinder too. It was enormous but the idea of seeing that huge empty space in front of my cock was arousing.

So from the middle of September through the middle of October I spent most of my free time masturbating and pumping. My senior year classes weren't that difficult and outside of a couple of friends I didn't have much interaction. I would finish classes, get dinner, come back to the dorm and pump while I did homework or write papers. Then I would masturbate for an hour or so and head to bed.

One Friday night in October started out that way. I had turned in at midnight or so but the rest of the dorm was usually loud until 2:00am with the students getting back from partying. I was used to the loudness and it didn't disrupt me too much, but this night I was awakened by some loud banging on a door close to my room.

The banging was insistent, uneven pounding. I had tried to go back to sleep but it just kept happening over and over. As my senses returned I realized I could hear someone calling out. They sounded drunk to me. The pounding stopped for a moment, and then scared me out of my skin when it suddenly reappeared on my own door. I jumped out of bed and put on some pants to go and open the door. I ran over and opened the door, just to stop the banging.

I looked down to see Matt staring up at me, glassy eyed. He seemed relieved and leaned into me, closing his eyes and mumbling something about being locked out of his room. I could smell alcohol strongly on him and could tell he was more than just drunk.

Now I dislike being around drunk and high people more than anything. I find it annoying and tiresome. It's all of the difficulties of taking care of a friend that is sick, except they did it to themself purposely. So you can see how much being close to Matt's huge cock meant to me when I decided he might stay in my room.

Matt stood back up and started taking to me.

"I'm...lost my key."

"That's not your room anymore. They gave you a different roommate."

"Whuh...why would...?"

"I don't know, they just moved your stuff. Are you all right?"

"I need a place... to stay."

"You could stay here. Are you going to throw up?"

Matt shook his head and looked up at me. "Thank you," he mouthed silently. I backed up and guided Matt into my room. It was a single room so I had no furniture except a twin bed, my desk, and a chair. It would have been nice to have a futon so a friend could have a place to crash, but my only guest previously had been my girlfriend and she either slept in bed with me or headed back to her dorm.

I helped guide Matt over to the bed and helped him sit down. Matt was wearing jeans and a hoodie--it was a cold night in October. He peeled off his hoodie, and his t shirt came with it. Matt's golden skin, dusted with downy hair and stretched over his defined abs and pecs greeted my eyes. I forgot just how fit he was. Then Matt leaned over sideways onto the pillow and closed his eyes while he concentrated on unbuttoning his jeans.

I watched as he struggled in his drunken state. It's important to note that I hated, and still hate, being around drunk people. I don't like being intoxicated and find it very unpleasant, so I usually see no upside to being with people purposely impairing themselves and still being sober around them. In this instance, having Matt's cock in my room was an upside.

After Matt struggled for a minute with his jeans, I walked over and offered to help. I slide the button through the hole and then pulled his zipper down. Matt whispered an exaggerated thank you in his comical style and then started to slide his jeans down. He was commando, as usual. His giant penis flopped like a fish on my bed as he clumsily jerked his jeans down around his ankles and then kicked them off. Finally Matt was free of his clothing and he lay completely naked on my bed, rapidly drifting off to sleep.

I sat down at my desk chair and stared at Matt's oversized package. His soft cock was lying on the bed in front of him while his balls sat behind. It was amazing how far away from his body his cock and balls reached. If I had sat down on the bed next to Matt, I would have sat on his dick.

It looked just as amazing as I remembered. Completely soft, his foreskin completely obscured his glans, but you could see the definition of his cock head under the velvety skin. It was completely hairless all the way until about a half inch from the base, where he had trimmed all of his pubic hair very short. His lemon-sized testicles rested heavily in their sack, one sort of rolling around on the other. I took a minute to watch them as they slowly moved, like a lava lamp. This was my first time watching a man sleep and I was starting to get extremely horny.

My cock ached at full erection as I surveyed Matt's tremendous package. I unbuttoned my own pants and slid them down, and started stroking my cock. I don't know if I have ever had an erection as hard as this one. It was almost painful to try to stroke it and veins stood out from my cock as I gripped it delicately.

Once again I was both awed and cowed by the size difference between my own modest dick and Matt's colossal monstercock. I was having the hardest erection of my life, my cock throbbing as if it would explode at any moment, and it was still considerably shorter, thinner, and lighter than the completely flaccid cock laying heavily on my bed. If I had to guess, it was nine inches completely soft. While I gently stroked, I opened my desk drawer and took out my ruler and held it up to my diamond-hard dick. I jammed the ruler down against my pubic bone, deep into my own fat pad and set the cold metal ruler against my erection. I looked closely at the measurement. The little tick of 6 3/8" hovered over the very tip of my cock. Just over halfway up the ruler. I tried visualizing Matt's gargantuan cock at the ruler as well. He was pushing close to the whole length, topping out at 11 3/4." Fuck, it was nearly twice as big as mine. My head spun.

I took the ruler off my own cock and got up from the chair. I checked to see if Matt was awake. I walked over to the bed. I wasn't going to touch his dick while he was asleep--but I wanted to so bad. I just wanted to grip that enormous, fleshy organ one more time. My own cock just wouldn't seem to satisfy these desires. I held the ruler out and next to where Matt's cock had flopped out on my bed and was lying flat on the comforter. It was easily more than eight inches, probably nine and a half inches if I had gotten an appropriate measurement.

I had done my best to look up average and normal penis sizes. I wasn't a sports guy and had only rarely been in locker rooms in my life so far. I had seen some big dicks and small dicks. I knew objectively that my penis was larger than average size. It didn't help my confidence at all, since no one with a six-inch-and-a-bit cock can refer to it as big. Kara had said it was "pretty big," though I knew she had only touched one penis before mine and it had been small. Seeing Matt's cock lying on the bed, completely unaroused, with him passed out and dead to the world, at a full 150% of my own rock hard length, sent me into a fit of envy and frustration. I wanted Matt's gigantic dick. Or rather, I wanted my own dick to be the same size as Matt's.

I also wanted to exist in a different world from averages and standard deviations. I started to slip into my now-familiar fantasy world where I could imagine I was tremendously endowed just like Matt. I fantasized about it all the time, especially while I used my penis pump and watched myself gain an inch and swell inside the cylinder. I would get vivid dreams about having a giant cock now. I had even looked up how to induce lucid dreaming so that I could control my dreams. I started reading strange erotica on the internet about penis expansion.

I opened my desk drawer and pulled out my penis pump supplies. I took out some lube and spread it over my rock hard dick. I took out the cylinder and some moisturizing cream and started to spread some of it on the inside rim, caking it on so that my expanding cock would spread it out and push it down the cylinder. I wiped off my hands and attached the hand pump to the end of the cylinder. Then, I inserted my cock head into the end of the cylinder and started to use it to spread the cream around. Once I was ready, I needed to wait for a few minutes. My throbbing erection started to die down and then I started pumping. I watched the pressure gauge as I slowly increased the vacuum in the cylinder.

On the side of the cylinder was a ruler that I used to monitor my expansion. I pumped it up to my regular erect length, somewhere between six and six and a half inches. The pressure in my cock caused by the partial vacuum felt amazing. I watched as my cock slowly darkened as more blood started to be drawn into it. I glanced over at the bed, jealousy filling me again as I ran my eyes back and forth across Matt's big dick. I released the pressure and started pumping again.

I found that if I released the pressure completely and then pumped again that I could achieve a fairly significant expansion in the pump. This time I slowly increased the pressure to the same level as before, watching as my cock head slid past the six and a half mark and close to six and three-quarters. I stopped the pumping and watched as my cock head slowly swelled. The cylinder started to press into my cock on all sides now as I completely filled its lower volume. The cream was now caked against my cock head and I had effectively lubricated the bottom two-thirds of the cylinder. I pulled the release button again and then started pumping again.

After ten minutes of this pattern I was starting to reach my largest pumped size. I checked the cylinder ruler. I was just over seven and a half inches at this point. The dull ache in my shaft was starting to thrill me and the hunger for more expansion had taken over.

I released the pressure and slid the cylinder off my cock. I needed to massage it a bit before I continued. My cock felt extremely full and tender as I gently rubbed it, trying to make sure to keep the circulation flowing to all of it. I stood up, letting my swollen dick flop downwards onto my balls. I walked over to my closet, checking to see if Matt was waking up or watching me. He was completely unconscious, breathing slowly and laying on his side. I retrieved the larger cylinder ("Matt-sized," I had named it) and compared it with the one I had been using. My current cylinder could fit completely inside the larger one. The larger cylinder covered so much space on my crotch that I had to pump my balls at the same time as my cock. The sensation was amazing. I tried to imagine Matt's giant, swollen penis as he pumped in the cylinder. I held up my cylinder and compared it with Matt's flaccid dick. It was clear that even at his smallest size, his cock was too thick and long to fit in my cylinder. My head swam with envy.

It was just so unfair that he was so huge. I slipped my smaller cylinder over my cock again and started pumping. I pumped up to the seven and a half inch mark and stopped momentarily, then slowly increased the vacuum even more. I angrily suppressed the twinges of pain I felt as I pumped more and more blood into my throbbing cock. I watched as my head slid to the seven and seven eighths mark. I had never been this big before.

I quickly released the vacuum and steeled myself for one final big pump. I knew I could pass eight inches this time. I pumped up to seven and a half, three quarters, and then with a final squeeze on the pump, I looked at my swollen, rigid cock head in the pump. The very tip was right at eight inches. The pressure in my cock was painful. I released the vacuum and slowly and tenderly pulled the cylinder off my dick. I was worried I had done some damage, but the pain subsided instantly once I released my dick from the vacuum.

I looked over at Matt's fully relaxed organ. I hated how big it was, and how small it made me feel. I stroked my own cock, feeling the swollen girth filling up my hand considerably more than usual. I only stroked for a minute before I came, blasting two ropes of hot cum on my chest and stomach.

After cleaning up with some tissues, I pulled on some shorts and walked down the hallway to use the toilet and brush my teeth. When I got back, I could finally start to relax a bit. I was still jealous, obsessed, and horny, but my orgasm had helped me to control myself a bit. I looked at my room, trying to figure out how I was going to sleep. I didn't have any furniture except my bed and desk chair. The twin bed was narrow, and sharing it basically meant you were sleeping up against the other person all night.

I considered sleeping on the floor, using my second blanket and pillow. The idea of sleeping on my own floor while Matt's giant cock was in my bed was unattractive. I looked at Matt and how he was sleeping. He was deeply unconscious. Finally I gathered up some courage and walked over to the bed. I moved the covers and slowly tried to roll him over, watching slightly lustfully as his soft cock writhed and then flopped over a couple times. Matt roused from his sleep, and then when he realized what was happening he moved back to make room for me on the bed. I put the covers over Matt's naked body and slid onto the bed next to him. I wrapped myself with my blanket and did my best to settle in, feeling Matt's presence next to me. I was lying on my back, Matt was on his side and facing towards me. I had enough room and we weren't touching, but all I could think of was that giant cock a few inches from me. I hoped I was going to get to see it again tomorrow.