After the latest accident between me, Jon and Teddy in our dorm room, things changed from water to wine between me and Jon.
Sure, Jon had already been using my mouth as a cum dump for his massive cock both intentionally and by accident, and he had never stopped eating my tight hole out under the guise of "tickling" me in my most intimate, sensitive place.
But now that he had found out that my jock pussy was the perfect tight, moist and hot place he could use to stick his dick into to relieve himself of his unrelenting horniness, he turned into a total fuck machine - using me whenever he wanted and however he wanted.
To put it bluntly: Jon was fucking me left and right in our dorm room. At any moment in time his dumb jock cock got hard, he would just bend me over right then and there and fuck me so good my knees got weak and my mind turned blank.
The gay fairy had indeed blessed me with the most perfect, hot and hung roommate I could wish for.
That's the only explanation I could find for this whole debacle, since not only Jon was a superior lover (I always came more than he did whenever we fucked), he was also so freaking dumb he never realized the true nature of our intimate relationship.
In Jon's mind, we were just two bros helping each other out, and he never seemed to comprehend the sexual overtones of the situations that happened between us.
He firmly believed himself to be straight, although he couldn't remember the last time he did anything sexual with a girl - the dumb stud said he completely lacked any understanding on how to talk to girls and seduce them, let alone have a relationship with one.
He much preferred sticking with his crowd - his teammates, other jocks and athletes, where he felt safe and comfortable.
All of his sexual encounters for years on end had been with men, though he didn't really see any of them as that - sexual encounters. For him it was just a bunch of mistakes, accidents and misunderstandings his big dumb dick had put him into, and the only way he could find of solving them was by fucking his way out of his problems.
It was always some unbelievable, implausible tale about how he somehow found himself naked somewhere with a big hard on and his dick just couldn't help but find its way into some guy's mouth or asshole.
This happened with his best friend back home, his teammates, his cousins, his youth pastor, his doctor, his coach and even some of his teachers. I marveled at his surreal stories as I bounced up and down on his big dick, and the only way I could find to explain any of this was by believing the gay fairy really did exist.
So yeah, thank you, gay fairy.
Just yesterday, the lamp from our shared bathroom had broken, and I was the first to notice it. I went out to the convenience store to buy a new one, leaving Jon asleep in our bed.
Oh yeah, our bed: the big dumb stud said he was now so used to falling asleep with me on his arms that it made sense for us to join our beds and sleep together, like true bros, which mostly meant him spooning me into his arms from behind so he can hump my asscheeks with his massive hard on until he falls asleep. It's wonderful.
When I got back, Jon was stretching in bed, having just woken up. The white sheets were lazily falling from his hips as his huge, morning hard on greeted me, his fat, intumescent cock head throbbing against his washboard abs, big bull balls looking full and juicy in the morning light.
His eyes were sleepy and his hair was a total mess, but he had a relaxed smile on his face. He went up to our shared bathroom after wishing me good morning, not before humping his brick hard cock against the side of my body as he passed by me. Jon really didn't have any sense of personal space.
"Bro, now that I took my morning piss, I really feel like dumping a load, so how about you come here and suck this big, hard coc... Oh!" He exclaimed as he came back and found me taking long looks between the new lamp I had just bought and the room ceiling - even though me and Jon were tall guys, it looked too far from me to change the broken one inside the bathroom.
I would need his help changing it, and I told him that as he looked at me dumbly before he came up to me and started taking off my t-shirt over my head and pulling down my pants, leaving me as naked as he was.
"Hum, Jon, what are you doing?"
"Just helping you out, of course. As I see it, the only way we can change this lightbulb is if I hoist you up so you can reach it, and it's just less risky if there isn't any clothes on the way, don't you think?" He looked at me innocently, as if having us both naked as we did our task was the most obvious thing in the world.
I knew better than to argue with Jon's absurd logic at this point, so I just went with it. We marched inside our tiny bathroom and I squealed as he grabbed me by my hips and hoisted me up as if I weighed nothing - it was unbelievable how strong he was. The lack of effort on Jon's part would make anyone think that he was raising a bouquet of flowers in the air, not a muscular, swimming jock as tall as him with a fat ass that was probably responsible for half of my weight.
Jon raised my body up only to push my legs around his face, making me press my soft cock all over his mouth as he held me by my ass cheeks.
Jon's strong, long fingers were holding each of my firm asscheeks in his hands and the way he was holding my glutes made my ass crack separate, both of his index fingers dangerously close to the tight, rosy chasm of my asshole, which by now was spasming at the contact and promise of his fingers touching me there.
I was having trouble concentrating enough to change the lightbulb, but the real source of my problems was Jon.
He was giggling beneath me, saying my dick on his face was tickling him, and he couldn't hold himself still, which made the job of changing the lightbulb really difficult. I complained to him about it and the giant, dumb jock had a brilliant solution: turning my body around so that my dick would be out of his face and it would stop tickling him.
But that now meant that Jon had my ass pressed all over his face, and the only way for him to hold me by my waist and legs and keep his balance was if he had to press his entire, handsome face inside my ass crack.
And that's what he just did.
Jon wasn't actually predicting this, so the minute he pressed his whole face inside my ass crack, first thing I felt was the tip of his nose and his full lips pressing against my hole.
His lips then started moving against it, with the tip of his tongue sometimes making an appearance and stabbing right against my tight, sensitive hole, making me shudder each time.
I had one hand pressed on the ceiling above me for balance while the other held the lamp, and I couldn't believe Jon chose this specific time to start eating my ass out.
After a few seconds, I was shocked to realize he wasn't, in fact, eating my ass: he was trying to speak to me with a face full of my jock ass!
