Lester Logan woke up on Saturday morning after the best night of sleep he had been able to get since beginning college and moving into the dormitory at State University. He somehow felt at peace with the world, and he suddenly realized why. On the previous evening, he had come back to his room from the library and had seen Stanley Brady, his roommate, sleeping nude on top of his bed with a big erection, his body writhing from what was obviously an erotic dream. His stiff cock, as it waved back and forth, had been so enticing Lester couldn't resist, and had started sucking on it, while trying to avoid awakening the man, who was not aware of his roommate's gayness.
He had not been successful and Stan, whom Lester thought of as a bear in the gay parlance, woke up. Instead of being irate, he encouraged Les to continue, and both men immensely enjoyed the end of the blow job, when Stan climaxed, filling his roommate's mouth with cum. In the ensuing discussion, they came to the conclusion that they had a good thing going, and that some of the other horny men in the dorm would also very much enjoy a session with their cocks in Lester's ass or mouth. The idea of being a dormitory slut intrigued him and, when he finally got into his own bed, after sucking Stanley off a second time, he enjoyed sweet dreams of other horny and well-hung bears.
He lay in bed for a few minutes and was treated to a sight that brought the previous evening back more sharply. Stanley, still nude, which seemed to be his usual mode of sleeping, got out of bed and strolled into the bathroom the two men shared, with his big cock hard and swinging in front of him. Lester realized the erection was no more than morning wood and would disappear after his roommate urinated, but it was still a very pleasant sight. After the toilet flushed and water in the sink ran, the big man reappeared, still naked, but with his cock soft and hanging between his legs.
"Good morning, Les. I'm about to take a shower, if you want to use the john before I start. Or, if you want to join me in the shower."
It was a no-brainer for Lester. After greeting Stan, he rolled out of his bed and headed for the bathroom, where he took care of his own needs. When he was done, he returned to the room to answer his roommate's invitation. As he did, he smiled at the sight of the flaccid cock that appeared to be starting to stir again.
"Showering together sounds like fun. And it'll save water too."
Water conservation was not what either man had in mind, and they both knew it. Once in the bathroom, Stanley turned on the warm water while Lester began removing his pajamas, exposing his slender, almost hairless body. His roomie, and soon to be sex partner, smiled at the unveiling, especially that of the other man's succulent ass. As they crowded into the shower stall together, his hands were fondling the soft, smooth white hemispheres. He hoped to be plunging his cock between those perfect globes in the near future, but not that morning.
Lester liked the feel of the big man's hands on his ass, and he also enjoyed it when those same hands started soaping his back and down both sides of his legs. After the cascading warm water had sluiced off all the suds, both men turned around, and he did the same for Stanley, except that he did not spend as much time caressing the big man's ass. When he straightened up again, Stan turned to face him and washed his chest, but not his pubic area, which Les had expected. He knew his roommate had no interest in fondling or even touching somebody's cock, so he washed that part of his body himself.
It was almost time for what Lester had been thinking about since first seeing his roommate walking naked into the bathroom. He washed Stan's hairy body and arms quickly, before reaching what he considered the most important part of the shower. Getting to his knees, he lathered up the cock and balls that were inches in front of his face, reveling in the way the former stiffened under his ministrations.
"Move back a little," he instructed the man who would soon be getting sucked off, pushing gently against him so he would move to let the stream of water rinse off the soap Lester had just applied. Those were the first words either man had said since before they stepped into the bathroom, except for some appreciative murmurs.
With Stanley's cock clean and rinsed and fully erect, Lester kissed it, finding it even better against his lips than it had been the night before. After cuddling the head between his lips and relishing the velvety texture under his tongue, he slowly moved his face forward, enveloping the stiff organ all the way to the back of his throat, while his tongue laved the smooth sides. He kept it there for a few seconds, licking its length, before moving his head back until just the tip was between his lips.
"My god, Les, that feels even better than it did last night, but let's go out to my bed. It'll be even better there, for both of us."
As much fun as he was having, Lester had to admit the bear was right. He withdrew his mouth, kissing the head one last time, and arose. The two men left the shower and quickly dried each other off before hurrying over to the bed that awaited them. Stanley headed to his own bed and, after turning on his lamp, pulled the coverings, except for the bottom sheet, out of the way and replaced them with the towel he had brought from the bathroom. With the bed prepared for their fun, he lay on his back with his head resting on his pillow and his legs spread. Lester was right behind him and knelt between those same hairy legs so he could lean forward, with the weight of his upper body being supported on his left hand.
His right hand held Stanley's cock upright, which was not really necessary, because it was standing erect on his own. He lowered his face and, once again, began by licking the head before slowly enveloping its length in his mouth. The thick shaft felt even better than it had in the shower a few minutes earlier and far better than it had the previous night, because he was in the perfect position to derive the most pleasure, and there was no worry about what might happen if the big man woke up. The first few times the long, hard cock passed between his lips, Lester took it in only to the back of his mouth but, after that, he opened his throat and let the head ease itself all the way in, until his lips and nose were being tickled by the bear's brown pubic hair.
It was great for the other man too, and he let his roommate know how much he was relishing having his cock sucked that morning. "Oooo, yeah, that's good," he sighed. "You're the best."
He really meant that, too. Stanley had been sucked off several times, by girl friends and by gay men, and he always reveled in the sensations. Those times had been fun, but Les's mouth felt at least as good wrapped around his cock as that of any of the previous people, and better than anybody he could have named offhand. He was also glad he had thought to turn on the light. One of the things Stan loved about being sucked off was watching the face of the person doing it, and there would not have been enough light coming in through the window to let him do that. Les's white face, under the long blonde hair he had brushed back, looked as good as that of most women, and the blue eyes looking up adoringly at him were every bit as erotic as those of his occasional girl friend. He was basically straight, but not at all averse to a sexual dalliance with a gay man as pretty as his young, blonde roommate, whom he saw as a perfect twink.
The blow job was going great for Lester too, and he was glad the light was on too. He also loved looking up at the face of his sex partner to watch the waves of pleasure flickering across the man's visage, and he doted on men with hairy chests and bodies. Stanley was not a disappointment in either category, and the delight he was experiencing was obvious. Even better was the way the big bear's cock felt as it passed between his lips – the perfect thickness to spread them apart, but not so big as to be painful or to prevent Lester from caressing the erection with his tongue and the insides of his mouth.
As he continued slowly bobbing his head with his mouth engulfing everything Stan had to offer, Lester's own cock grew as hard as the one in his mouth. He wrapped his right hand around the stiff shaft and started stroking in the same tempo as the movements of his head, taking sexual pleasure from both places. The slow sucking and masturbating went on for a long time, and Lester also continued to watch Stanley's face and body until saw the big man beginning to writhe in bliss from the sexual pleasure he was getting. Knowing that meant an impending climax, Les started stroking faster with his mouth and his hand. He stopped giving deep throat too, because he wanted the resultant burst of cum to land on his tongue, where he would enjoy it to the fullest.
