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Sunday morning, baby! I love Sundays; I have always used them as a day for myself. I woke up and didn't have a problem in the world. It was easy for me to shrug off the weird feeling I had about Daniel the day before. He has a big dick, so what - I'm not gay. It felt fulfilling to help him and I liked his praise, so what - I'm a nice guy who appreciates being called out for being awesome. I've had several hot chicks in my bed, their bed, don't even need a bed! I helped my roommate and good friend out with a problem, that's it.

I am a simple creature; give me food, shelter, and plenty of attention and I am a happy dude. I have always liked myself, my life, and generally been pretty positive. I think some have even called me happy-go-lucky. I am quick to shrug off things that bother me and I find something to like about most everyone I meet. It didn't take me more than a few hours to move past the weird feeling I had about jerking off Daniel and the quick emotional surge I felt right after when he hugged me. That is just me, baby - it ain't no thing.

Daniel was getting dressed into athletic shorts and a sleeveless running top. "Oh dude! Just this once skip running and go to the gym with me instead. Get some weight training in with me!" I said.

"I get plenty of heavy lifting in when I take a piss; you know firsthand." Daniel laughed and winked at me.

"Awww, shit, you are funny. Okay, okay, I'll see you later." I said as he turned to leave the room. He ran most days, morning when he got up early enough and with neither of us having any Sunday commitments - it just made things easier to get it done first thing. I appreciated having a roommate who also had a workout regimen. I think that was one of the student housing questions which makes sense as another reason they paired us up. I hit the bathroom, got dressed for the gym and took off too.

I did a very regular circuit for myself. Not pushing too hard, just doing what felt right and getting the work in. I enjoyed regular workouts that made my mind focus on specific things - just seemed to be a good way to clear my head when I was feeling a certain way and a good way to keep the positivity flowing even if I was already in a good mood. I finished up and decided to head directly back to my room for a shower. I rarely showered at the gym; it was on campus and my dorm was just a few buildings away. I departed with a few waves, a finger gun gesture, and a few words of encouragement to the friends I had made at the gym in the few short months I had been going there.

I got in the room and pulled my shirt off, threw it in my dirty clothes. Shoes off, socks off, and I was just kicking my shorts off when the door pushed open and Daniel came in. "Nice, I was hoping we had timed our workouts close together." He said.

"Why? You want to wash my nuts?" I said with a stupid laugh.

"Naw, but I figured it would make sense for you to help me out before we head to the showers. What do you say?" He asked, staring right at me. I was in just a jockstrap and felt strangely on display in front of him.

"Oh, um, you made it over 4 minutes last time. I just figured you were doing a lot better and probably didn't need me again." I said almost shyly. Even I didn't really buy what I was saying or how I said it.

"Oh, um yeah - if you changed your mind about helping me that is totally cool. You said yesterday that you wanted to help me out at least 5 times. That would put me over 30 minutes maybe, but even if I just got over 10, well, never mind it doesn't matter. I just thought, but never mind." Daniel said, he sounded heartbroken. It made me feel so bad for him. I don't think I said at least 5 times, but I did say something like that and if I do this one normal, not give it everything I did yesterday and he is also trying his best, we could hit 10 minutes maybe and then this would be the last time.

"Sorry, Dan. For sure., you are right. I do want to keep helping. You more than doubled last time, like if we don't do it again, you may backslide - just like missing a workout you know and that's bad. Let's do it." I said, half giving myself a pep talk because I just still had this very strange feeling about the whole thing that I couldn't understand.

"Only if you are completely sure. I don't want to take advantage of you being such a good friend. Like for real though, just because you are an awesome dude, doesn't mean you always have to rise to the occasion." Daniel said.

"I have spoken, we are doing it. We are going to get you into prime shape for the ladies my man." I said as I took a boxer's stance and threw a few fake jabs.

"Thanks Mayweather, I guess this will be round 3. Why don't you take a knee for me and knock this thing out." He said, grabbing his dick through his shorts.

I laughed hard, just my kind of humor. "You better hope I don't go Tyson on you." I replied. Once again, the biggest wave of strange washed over me as I lowered myself to my knees in front of Dan. He just stood and stared down at me. I ran my fingers along the band of shorts before hooking my fingertips across the top and pulling them down. He had just finished a run and I could smell his musk once again, this time so much stronger than before. His skin was hot, moist from recently sweating, and his rapidly expanding dick and giant balls were putting off the aroma of a fucking stud.

Daniel did a small shuffle toward me, the only real way for me to back away was to lower my butt to my feet. I was fully kneeling now, not upright on my knees like yesterday, but knees on the floor and my ass sitting on my feet. This made me several inches lower, I couldn't raise up on my knees or my face would literally collide with Dan's crotch. I had never felt so out of control before.

"You okay, dude? I don't want to start the timer until you start working my dick." Daniel said, looking down at me, direct eye contact, just the faintest trace of a look on his face that I recognized from years of organized sports - almost imperceptible around his eyes and the corners of his mouth was the look of a predator, alpha, the senior lined up across from the freshman. It flustered me.

I didn't even reply, I just nodded and reached my hand around his dick. The big dick that I found mesmerizing. I moved the skin back and forth a few times and it was so soft but hard and hot. I didn't think it was possible but the smell basically doubled and I gently held my hand to his ballsack, not grabbing it, but softly holding it while I stroked him. Dan's precum leaked down his dick and onto my hand. I know I had the thought run through my mind that I didn't like that, but I was so entranced with how big his tackle felt in my hands that it didn't matter. It felt better than jerking myself off.

"You are so good at this, buddy." Daniel whispered at me. I looked up and made eye contact with him again. I was once again very aware how close he was to me and how I felt almost at his mercy. "You do it so good, do you like it?" Daniel asked me.

I wasn't thinking, I just reacted, "I love how big your dick is and your balls." I replied.

"That is awesome. Tell me again." Dave said and I could feel him start to participate. I wasn't just jacking his big dick any more, he was slowly moving his hips.

"I'm sorry, I just" I began before he cut me off.

"No, don't say sorry, just say it again." Daniel said.

"I love how big your dick is. I love how big your balls are. I wish I was this big." I said, staring at the swollen head of his dick, lost in his scent.

"Awesome. Just hold it for a minute and study it." Daniel said, holding steady. I did just that. I let my hand loosen up and I traced the veins one at a time with my fingertips. It didn't have big ugly bulgy veins, but it had smooth veins that were visible, but just barely, and there were only a few. I loved thinking about how much blood it takes to inflate a cock this big. He did have a bit of a mushroom tip. It was flared, large, and seemed so pretty.

I liked the size of his balls. They looked so heavy and they were shaped differently than my own. Daniel's were far more round, like golf balls versus mine which were smaller and more oval shaped. I slowly rolled them around. I loved feeling them move in his sack. I loved the idea I could play with his big balls and his big dick which I found fascinating but it was also helping him.

"Go ahead and jerk me off again. You seem to enjoy helping me out a lot." Daniel said.

"I do, I guess. It's just a foreign feeling. I recognize I'm touching a dick like mine, but it's so much better because it's so much bigger." I replied.

"You are the best. Tell me more." He said.

I felt hypnotized from the experience and his praise. "I love being this close, I can smell it and it smells so good. You have an amazing dick, Daniel." I said - and then blast off. Daniel shot a wad of cum directly at my forehead. Before I could react, another painted my nose, and another. Another hit me. I felt cum all over my face, I couldn't even distinguish where the additional shots were landing. Dan's hand gripped my own and held it on his dick while he finished pumping his hips.

"Fuck yes. That was incredible and we hit 9 minutes and 54 seconds. Good one, dude." Daniel said releasing my hand.

"What the fuck dude? Hand me something. Like now." I was still on my knees, but I was no longer hypnotized, I was borderline pissed. My eyes painted closed and I could feel his cum on my lips. I hadn't tasted it yet, but I knew it was almost inevitable.

"Here" Daniel said and I held my hand out and felt a cloth. I gripped it and started wiping my face. "I'm so sorry dude. We didn't have this problem yesterday. I just figured since you weren't wearing a shirt, worst case scenario some would hit you in the chest again. I didn't realize you were pointing my dick at your face."

"Don't, that isn't what happened. Also, again, what the fuck dude! You handed me your underwear. I have just been wiping my face with boxer briefs from yesterday and you wore these for your run." I could see again and this was one of those rare times I was not happy. I had taken special care wiping my mouth to keep from actually having to taste any of Daniel's cum.

"I'm sorry dude, I just thought you knew what you were doing. But almost 10 minutes, can you be happy about that?" Daniel said, and as a team sports player - I did want to throw a congrats out there, but I was still unhappy. "Come on, best buddy, that is our personal best record. That is a celebration moment."

I couldn't help it. Even through the weird feelings, the anger from the facial, the embarrassment from the underwear, and still kneeling just a foot from a huge dick, I smiled up at Dan. I made a celebratory fist and said, "thatta boy. Go team!"

"Hahaha. Thanks dude, congratulate him too." Daniel said, shaking his dick and laughing.

"Ha, yeah okay. Congratulations Daniel's huge dick!" I said laughing.

"Haha, he is excited about the new personal best record too. He wants to give you a thank you kiss." Daniel said, laughing even more. I was still smiling, silently kind of laughing when he quickly tapped the head of his dick on my lips twice. "Go team kiss!" Daniel said as he tapped his dick on my lips.

I just instinctively kind of kissed my lips. I pulled my head back and again on instinct, licked my lips. There it was. The taste of Dan's cum I tried so hard to avoid. It was sticky and slimy and that was just the smallest amount left on his tip.

"Thanks for being a great team player, dude." Daniel said while walking out with a towel over his shoulder.

He was on the way to the shower; I was on my knees and I could taste his cum on my lips. For the first time, I did not feel in control of myself or my life and it was a fucking rush. What I felt the most was an extreme discomfort from my own rock hard dick far too restricted in my jockstrap.