Help You Sleep Better

HELP YOU SLEEP BETTER: Dave Starts College

When Dave met Reed that first week of freshman year of college, he just sorta knew.

This guy.

There was something different about him.

Dave met Reed through Dave's roommate. Dave had just met his roommate and already he was intimidated by his roommate Scott's swagger, demeanor, outgoing personality, cool confidence and muscular physique.

Dave was, as he felt, cursed with height. Comfortably well-over six feet for years now, he was, as usual, the tallest young man on his college dorm's small residence hall floor. There were a few taller young men on the campus, Dave had already noticed, but they were basketball recruits living in a different dormitory.

He towered over his roommate Scott, but Scott had the body Dave had always wanted: proportioned, muscular, powerful. Even though Dave was taller, Scott looked like the one no one would want to tussle with. A fight with Scott would get even a bigger opponent hurt, it was obvious.

But Dave had struggled to build muscle his entire life, and his string-bean physique was probably why his school varsity days were now at an end in college. Dave had no idea then, but he would be watching with envy over the next two semesters as Scott became a campus intramural champion.

But that was far away, and in those opening weeks of college, Scott's physique was only something Dave acknowledged when Scott's back was turned, when the lights were off, when Dave was feigning sleep and peeking on his handsome, sexy roommate. Dave's delicately closed eyelids could not keep him from the sight of his roommates's V-shaped back or tight, taut ass.

Ever since their very first phone call, when they had been matched as roommates and connected over voice call to plan out their shared dorm room, it had been obvious to Dave that Scott was, as Dave thought of them, "one of those guys," which to Dave meant one of those men who are comfortable with their attraction for women, comfortable with women's attraction for them, and intent on making the two meet as quickly and often and with as many as possible.

Dave grew up seeing those guys, mostly in movies because his Dad, Larry, and men in his family were not like that at all. Dave's menfolks were the type of men who liked to take men's vacations, of long fishing and camping and other man activities that Dave, even as he aged, was never ever invited to. Women were never, ever discussed by Dave's Dad, or his Uncles or his Dad's Friends. Dave's Mom and of course his Aunts and other female relatives were acknowledged, of course, but they were not women or girls, they were family members, as sexless and as uninterested in sex as the masculine influences in the family.

There were never any sexually-themed gag gifts or trips to see movies with anything other than the most benign and chaste sensuality.

They were a church-clean family without being regular church goers. Reruns of Canadian comedy shows were even pushing the limits of what could be enjoyed or at least, acknowledged in public, though perhaps consumed alone, in private.

It was obvious to Dave, that his roommate Scott was not "one of those guys" who went on all-male fishing trips. Scott was "one of those guys" who might have been in bed with one or more of Dave's Aunts when Dave's Uncles were out in the back country fishing. Dave saw that Scott wasted no time getting his social life going, right as the freshman orientation started at the college. He was making friends from the very first breakfast, and Reed was one of those.

When they all met for dinner in the dining hall a few nights later, Dave looked his chocolate brown eyes into Reed's steely blues, and it was on. Finally. Someone who will get me. Dave almost knew that Reed thought that, too.

Looking at Reed was like looking at another version of Dave. Another high school track runner, not a champion by any stretch but someone who could make the team and needed to, because that was his only possible extra-curricular. Another tall and too-lean-to-be-more-than-freakish to women, merely a stretched-out oddity who made girls feel and act like they needed to protect them, than the other way around. Dave and Reed had never been surprised that none of the girls they knew ever seemed to feel protected and safer by being with them. The natural way, the way girls clearly wanted to feel.

Dave was a few inches taller than Reed, but Reed looked into Dave's eyes like an equal nonetheless.

They shook hands and said nonchalant "Sup"s like bros were expected to, at this college and at this time and place.

There was a lot to discover about each other at dinner. They had similar taste in music. They had gone to high schools in the same state, but too far away from each other to ever have played each other in interscholastic competition. Neither had a girlfriend at the moment, Reed insisting he and his high school girlfriend had broken up mutually, Dave admitting he had never had a girlfriend all through high school.

After dinner in the cafeteria-style dining hall, when the clique of new friends all lined up to get ice cream cones from the frozen yogurt machine, Dave stood with Reed and chatted. Reed's roommate was talking away with Scott, talking about some obscure movies they both knew about. Dave could smell Reed, breathed his scent in as they chatted. Something nice, something sweet. Like he was thoughtful and took good care of himself. Like his mother had taught him right and he had good home training.

He talked about his mother a lot and in a nice way, in a kind way that suggested they were close and his mother was understanding. Reed asked about Dave's mother and Dave said he thought she was just terrified that Dave's older sister was going to get knocked up before graduating from the University she was almost finished at.

"Tara came up to help me move in and she looked kinda chubby, so I think Mom thought she must be pregnant and about to start showing," Dave said.

Reed laughed and Dave liked Reed's laugh.

Dave was making conversation, and kept doing so until all of the freshmen cycled out of the dining hall options at the revamped Student Union and cycled in to the class-wide orientation activity that was mandatory for all six hundred new students at this exurban liberal arts college.

The orientation activity was engrossing but Dave only really had one thought in mind:

How can there be a situation where Reed and I have to take a shower together?

Dave kept wondering later that night, after he could hear his roommate starting to snore, while Dave touched his nineteen-year-old cock, virgin with man or woman, and pictured Reed's naked back and bottom in the steam and the spray, Reed turning his head to glance back over his shoulder to look Dave dead in the eye.

Dave then looking down to see Reed's arm extended, his body blocking exactly what he was doing, but from the motion of his elbow that Dave can see, it's pretty clear that Reed in Dave's fantasy shower is doing exactly what Dave is doing right now.

Dave is cautious to climax in silence, his blanket tented above him, his cum launching up onto his hairless, weak chest. Dave holds his breath and hears his roommate snoring uninterrupted. Dave wishes he could sleep so peacefully and easily as his roommate Scott seems effortlessly able to every night, despite all the new and exciting and scary things each new college day brings.

He's just one of those guys, Dave realizes, and with his eyes closed, imagines the housing lottery had sent Dave one of his guys, a guy like Reed, and that it was Reed who had just stroked himself off on Dave's chest just now, that it was Reed's cum coating his chest, "sorry bro, my mom says it'll help us sleep," Dave can hear Reed's voice already in his ear.

And thinking that it's Reed's cum, Dave scoops up some of the sticky goo on his tummy, and quickly slips his fingers into his own mouth. "Of course it tastes good," Dave thinks. "Reed is a skinny runner and has a good diet."

And Reed's mom is right. It does help Dave sleep. He starts making a practice, of getting himself off exactly like that, each night after he's sure his roommate is already asleep. His roommate is serious, on some kind of full scholarship already, a genius with lots of credits already accumulated. Some nights he disappears entirely but when he's in their room, he insists on lights out at eleven. Dave is happy to oblige, he likes to get up early to go jogging, and is usually on his own way to slumberland by eleven-thirty every night.

It's already becoming easier for Dave to pay attention in class and stay motivated.

He thinks he needs to send Reed's Mom something nice. After all, he's only following her advice.

Her phantom advice. Reed has a picture of his mom on his desk in his dorm room, and she looks to Dave like she would give him exactly the advice he can hear her whisper to him in his mind. Would she really advise it, though? If Reed brought him home for Thanksgiving or for a weekend, would Reed's mom really advise her son and her friend, both tall, skinny young men, how to help each other sleep and get to bed at a good hour? Would she watch? Supervise? Would she use her fingers to scoop up her son's cum and make Dave suck Reed's cum off of her long, painted, womanly, motherly nails? Would she scoop up Dave's cum and make her son suck the sticky goo off, would she feed him his protein like a caring mother, "hot, fresh, from the source, he made it just for you, honey, just for you, Reed."

These were the nightly images that Dave was living for. These were the images that Dave used each night to tumble into dreamland. Sleep was a salty taste on his lips already, and the semester was barely half over.

And then something happened that set Dave's mind all upside down.

An afternoon recitation had been cancelled at the last minute, and rather than go over to the library to study instead, David decided to go back to his dorm and watch some anime. Dave, in getting to know Reed and in spending more and more time with Reed, Dave was also spending more and more time with Reed's roommate Kevin, and Kevin loved anime.

Levels of love that resulted in anime posters covering every inch of wall on Kevin's side of the room. Printed-out pin-ups making an ever-changing frieze of caricatured women, each one more heteronormatively alluring than the previous.

But the shows were vibrant and addictive, full of soap and emotion and binge-watching anime with Reed and Kevin was how Dave was now spending more and more of his social time at college.

Days had turned into weeks and he knew that Kevin and more importantly Reed, both had class at this time, so instead of going over to their dorm to anime and chill, Dave went back to his dorm.

Forgetting that his roommate Scott did not have class at this time.

And might likely be home already.

As he was.

The door to their shared room turned easily under Dave's hand, easily because it was unlocked. Dave was instantly curious as to why it was unlocked but the solution was obvious. To more easily let in Scott's guest. For Scott was home, and he was entertaining, and his guest was currently down on her knees, on the floor of their dorm room, sucking Scott's thick, long cock.

She had a t-shirt on, long and billowing, that draped over her large, braless breasts, and covered her hips and her bottom, so it was impossible to tell if she was wearing panties, but from the soft pink of her thighs and the soft pink bottoms of her bare feet, tucked under her butt below the fall line of her t-shirt, from the long blonde curls of her hair and her pretty face, it was obvious who was on her knees sucking Scott's cock that afternoon.

It was Lisa, the business major from down the hall who was as famous for her sweet, kind smile and winningly endearing personality, as she was for her massive, humongous rack of triple-D (at least!) breasts, that she could not hide, that she often drew subtle and unsubtle attention to, and which made her a magnet of every hetero male gaze on campus, and the magnet of the gaze of every human who loved enormously oversized huge natural tits on a petite blonde woman.

A woman who was now in this instant, located on Dave's dorm room floor, sucking Dave's roommate's cock.

With her eyes closed. Down and back. With her eyes closed. Taking the thick, veiny meat between her loving lips and then releasing it, almost all of it, slowly back up his shaft like a nineteen-year old swordswallower, ultimately holding his cockhead between her lips in a kiss and then gobbling Scott back down again, engulfing him, devouring him, deep throating him, choking ever so slightly and then coming back with even more slick spit, to make her next pass down on his dick even easier. Scott sitting up on the edge of his bed, Lisa on her knees, fellating him like it was not her first time giving head like this.

In a split second, Dave thought "she sucks his dick like I'd suck his dick."

But a split second is all he has, because Dave's instinctual shyness and politeness and shame kicks in, and though Lisa's eyes are closed, Scott opens his eyes, and Dave makes eye contact with his roommate for just a second, registering that his roommate is not only getting blown but is also naked, sitting on the edge of his bed, getting blown by Lisa on her knees.

And but for the blonde bimbo's curly head, Dave can for a split second see Scott's beautiful body, all of it full frontal, from feet, calves, thighs, abs, pecs, delts, biceps, neck and that cock bobbing back and forth out of the blonde's mouth, not only a blonde but the blonde, the hottest piece of ass on the hall, the whole campus, now blowing his hot stud roommate.

But in that split second whereby Dave's eyes devour his roommate's body, Dave knows that Scott knows that Dave broke eye contact, Scott knows that Dave checked him out, Scott knows, now, instantly, more about his roommate Dave than Dave ever dared to tell him thus far.

Dave tries to catch Scott's eyes again and he does, and now Dave is certain that Scott is more aware of what Dave really likes than ever before, despite all of the protestations to the contrary that Dave has been getting away with in conversation.

"Oooops, pardon me, sorry," Dave says, half-sincerely, half-comically, backing his way out of the room befuddled, closing the door behind him, and then locking it with his key from the hall-side.

He hears Lisa making the high-pitched noises young women make while they're surprised while sucking cock in a dorm room in the afternoon. The sincere surprise from sincere and sober cocksucking, the kind of cocksucking women do intentionally, not after an alcohol-soaked party. Sober cocksucking, the rarest of all kinds of collegiate cocksucking.

But by then Dave is out the door, his heart beating a thousand beats per minute, not thinking about Lisa or her cocksucking lips, but very much thinking about the cock she was sucking.

His roommate's cock, finally revealed.

"Now that would help you sleep better," he hears Reed's mom say in his mind.

Dave stumbles down the dormitory's narrow corridor. His heart is racing, his cock is warm and growing. His stomach is full of butterflies. He needs to undo his fly.

No, he needs to watch the door of his room, that he just came out of. He need to see if an embarrassed Lisa comes storming out of there. Or if... she's still in there...because she's finishing the job. She's still inside there, finishing what she started.

She's finishing off his roommate's cock, finishing off that blowjob by sucking him to completion...maybe it's taking longer because they were interrupted, walked-in on...

Dave watches and looks and holds his breath for Lisa to leave their dorm room but she doesn't, and so Dave knows in his mind that now maybe it's not just a blow job anymore. Maybe Lisa is not only giving his roommate head, maybe her t-shirt is off and those big melons, those huge mommy-milker-sized-mammaries, absolutely massive on Lisa's nineteen-year-old college freshman frame, maybe those are now naked to the wind and bouncing up and down, back and forth, clapping together, while she bareback's Scott's commanding-sized, daddy-sized dick.

Yeah, Dave thinks. She sucked him and now he's fucking her. She came into our room like a bitch in heat so of course he's mounting her like a bitch in heat. She's just a normal animal and he's just a normal animal, Dave reflects. She has massive tits and he has a massive cock.

Perfectly normal for two such individuals to fuck. Dave was taking lots of Biology and Anthropology classes that semester, and they all agreed. Perfectly normal for Lisa to make herself available to Scott.

Dave thought about the joy Lisa must have, being available for Scott and now being used by Scott. Dave thought of Lisa's joy and her stretched and opened holes and Dave felt jealous.

He really, really, needed to undo his fly now.

It was obvious what Lisa and his roommate were doing now. No need to wait any longer.

He trips his way into the big, communal bathroom for their residence hallway. His backpack still on his back, both straps, he walks, with shoe-boots on, too, into one of the stall showers and pulls the curtain closed. It feels awkward to be in here fully dressed with no water on, but Dave quickly makes it feel natural: he unzips his fly and opens the button on his grey jeans. He lowers his boxers just enough to let his modest meat into his hand.

Being so tall and with such large hands, Dave knows his penis looks disappointing by comparison. But still he strokes it now, and still it brings him pleasure. His knees bend and he leans into the corner of the shower, pumping his hips as if he were pumping into something.

As if he were pumping into Reed's tight backside, Dave sees in his mind, Reed's mom approving like usual.

As if Scott's thick cock were pumping into his mouth, as if the pumping of his hand on his cock was equal to the pumping of his mouth that Scott's bosscock was giving Dave, in Dave's hot and humid imagination.

In the shower stall, Dave closes his eyes and imagines himself in Lisa's position, imagines himself on his knees in front of his roommate's manly meat, just like Lisa had been.

He would close his eyes on Scott's cock, just like Lisa did. He would feel the shaft and the veins through his lips and his tongue, just like Lisa was doing.

He could even say to Lisa, tell her that he wanted to do what she was doing, confess what he dreamed of doing someday, and maybe Lisa could teach him? Maybe Lisa could show him how easy it could be? To suck cock in the middle of the day. To suck cock with intention, with enthusiasm.

To make men like you by getting on your knees and sucking affection out of them.

Now, in Dave's imagination, Lisa and Reed's mom were both watching him, both were watching Dave on his knees sucking cock, sucking the cocks not just of his roommate, but of every guy on the floor, room by room or them all lined up until each had his turn, one after the other.

"You wanted to learn how to suck cock, right?" he could hear Lisa asking him. "You gotta practice, practice, practice, sweetheart. Only practice makes perfect. And you want men to like you, right?"

In his mind, it's now a strange man, older, whom Dave has never seen before, who definitely is not a freshman here, filling Dave's mouth with cock and cum, and finishing and in his mind Dave swallows but then his mouth gets stretched wide again for the next customer, hearing the comforting voice of Reed's mom close to his ear:

"This will help you sleep better, dear."

Dave cums hard in the shower to his fantasies, to the thoughts of Scott's delicious looking, oh-so-suckable cock, Dave shooting and spewing an absolute record of pent-up daily cum, letting it hit and bounce off the wall of the shower without care.