It felt weird around our dorm room for the next few days, after Tim woke me up from sleeping by wrapping his lips around my cock, and then using my cock to fuck his ass. I felt upset about him taking advantage of me - I kept telling myself it's not gay if someone basically starts raping you in your sleep, and then climbs on top of you and rides you despite you telling them not to - but my dick kept stiffening whenever I remembered how it felt cumming in his tight ass. So I tried not to think about it, and threw myself into trying to get laid, going on dates with three women I met online over the next three evenings.
Tim must have sensed my mood in those moments when I returned to our dorm room, keeping quiet and studying hard and pretty much ignoring me beyond saying "hi", being the ideal roommate except for the part where he'd sorta raped me.
The dates didn't go well. I must have been off my game, because the women on the dates all blew me off when I tried to take off their bra or slide my hand under their panties so I could squeeze their luscious ass, after we started kissing and whatnot. One girl friendzoning me when I tried to kiss her, one telling me to take it slow, never on a first date, one not quite cussing me out, saying she wasn't a slut and not to call her again.
So I was really horny and frustrated by the third night when I came back to the dorm after the abortive ass squeezing / not a slut episode.
Tim glanced up from studying at his desk. "Hi. 'Sup?"
I rolled my eyes. "Don't ask."
"Bad date?"
"Yeah. Women."
"Mm-hmm." Instead of going back to studying, he held my gaze with his hazel eyes, his full lips moist from briefly licking them when we started to talk. I remembered what those lips had done to my cock, which was getting harder ... again. Dammit. His eyes flicked down at that, then back up. Softly: "Can I help you?"
I slowly walked closer, my heart pounding. "Hey, look, I'm sorry I've been kind of a dick to you the last few days ..."
He shrugged, holding my gaze. "It's fine."
I was standing next to him now, silently looking down.
He slowly parted his lips.
My dick got even harder, noticeably tenting my shorts. "I ..."
"Shh." He looked at the bulge forming. "Give me your hand."
His hand hovered near mine, not quite touching. After a long pause, I reached over, and gently touched just his fingertips. He slid his hand into mine, then tugged it around so it rested on the long hair on the back of his neck. When I did nothing, he applied soft pressure, closing my hand around his neck and giving the slightest of pushes forward. I took the hint, pushing his face forward until his lips barely touched the khaki fabric covering my erect cockhead. He gave it a soft kiss, then looked up at me, his pupils wide open in the dim light. I gently stroked his hair, and then his hands slid up my legs, unzipping my shorts and tugging down my black Calvin Klein briefs. His lips kissed my cock again, skin on skin now, then engulfed the head while his tongue did magical things to the underside of my cockhead. I groaned and pushed further inside his mouth, almost ready to cum, and tried to thrust all the way inside, but his hands on my thighs pushed back and stopped me halfway down. He pulled off my cockhead and in one swift move pulled my shorts and underwear to the ground.
I grabbed his head tighter and started to slowly fuck his face, grunting as I got on the edge of cumming, but he pulled his lips off me again. He looked into my lust glazed eyes. "Do you want me to make it even hotter?"
"Mmm. Yeah."
"Then try not to come yet." His tongue and lips slid down my shaft, and one hand gripped the shaft while the other cupped my balls ... and then he took my left ball in his warm wet mouth and I closed my eyes and tried hard not to cum as he sucked and licked and kneaded it with his mouth, and ohmygod it felt so good.
"Fuck," I said. "Oh fuck."
He did the same thing to my right ball, and I grabbed his hair and groaned. He walked me to the edge of cumming several times, and at some point pulled the K-Y lube out of his desk drawer and started to stroke my cock with a slicked up hand, making a "fck" noise at the top of each stroke as his hand almost slid off the tip of my dick and then started down. I was breathing hard and massaging his hair, but then he stopped.
"Oh, god no. Keep going."
"Would you like me to make it the best in your life?"
"Fuck yes!"