My Cool College Roommate Sucked My Dick 03: Teammate Shower (Patreon)

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Chapter 3: Teammate Shower

As I laid there for a long time catching my breath, the wet spot turned cold and damp under my hip. My feet were still hanging off the end into the air. His knees were still against the outsides of my thighs.

"I don't wanna sound like a freak," I said into my forearm. "But the finger in my ass actually felt really good. I thought only girls liked that."

"You can pay me back sometime," he said.

I grimaced into the bed. "I don't know if I could do that, man. Like with my hand."

"No big deal. Just use your dick."

My eyes went wide, as his thumbs kept going at the base of my neck.

"Isn't that kind of... gay?"

"No," he said quickly, shoving a thumb hard into a tight spot on my neck, sending a pleasurable tingle up my head. "Haven't you had a real massage buddy before?"

"I..." I started, losing track of my thoughts as he started rubbing my head. "I guess not..."

"It's standard."

"Is it really," I said, "or are you just being nice?"

"Trust me."

"Okay. I will then... sometime."

I let him keep massaging me, until I accidentally fell asleep, thinking about how I got so lucky with the roommate assignment. He pulled a blanket over me before I even realized I was dozing off.

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Basketball has its own locker room under the practice facility, and after the next morning lift I was in there running my mouth about my roommate assignment. I couldn't help it. Every other freshman had a complaint already, this guy snores, this guy's girlfriend calls at six in the morning, and I'd lucked out with a swimmer who knew every building on campus and gave professional-grade massages for free.

"He worked on my whole back for like an hour," I said, toweling off in front of my locker. "Fixed my QL. I couldn't even stand up straight before that. There's a whole protocol he followed. And he's allowed to do all the stuff that our team masseurs won't do."

Trent's ears perked up when I said that last thing. He listened harder than anybody. He's another freshman, big, one of the only guys in the program built on my scale, almost as tall as me, maybe six-six. And he stood at the locker across from mine with his towel around his neck and his own heavy dick hanging out between his legs, asking questions.

"He's a swimmer?"

"Yeah."

"And he just does that? Massages? With the butt? And he made you jizz?"

"He's basically certified. He's done it on like a hundred guys."

"Huh," Trent said. "What's he look like?"

"I don't know, man. Shorter than us, but still tall. Swimmer shoulders. Crazy glutes. Bubble butt status."

He kept the questions coming while he stepped into his jock, and when I glanced over mid-answer the pouch of his jock had filled out a bit, pushing forward off his body. Random boners happen. I'm the last guy on earth who should judge that, after what happened to my own dick. I figured that's why he came around the bench and stood a foot away from me while we talked, to keep it out of the room's view.

"I give really good massages too, you know," he said, quietly, up close to my face. I could smell the minty gum in his mouth, pale skin under black, messy hair. "You should try mine sometime."

"Bet," I said, and shut my locker with a smile on my face.

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After practice, Trent popped into my shower stall, which made me laugh out loud.

"What're you doing?"

"The other showers have no hot water," he said. "Coach said we have to share."

"Weird, I didn't hear him say…"

He just nudged me sideways with his hip and put his head under my spray. So we shared it, trading the hot water back and forth while we talked about the new out-of-bounds sets. When I finished rinsing and turned to grab my towel, he caught my arm.

“Stay,” he said. “I’m not done yet. Keep me company.”

He was squeezing so tight I saw the whites of his fingers turn pink. Then he let go quickly, like he noticed.

I decided it wouldn’t hurt to be nice. So I stayed. 

By then the room had emptied out around us, just our one shower still running and two big freshmen standing under it.

"So when am I getting that massage trade," he said.

"Oh, dude, you don't even know the half of it. Jaxon's massage comes with a happy ending. It's part of the protocol, Olympic athletes do it. Otherwise the massage doesn't take."

"A happy ending."

"Yeah. And get this. Did you know guys can give head too?"

"No way," he said, although seeming kind of dismissive for some reason.

"Yeah. I didn't know it would feel good either. It feels better, actually."

He smiled a little and wiped water off his face. "I don't believe you. I'd have to see it work."

"I'm not doing that," I said, laughing. "I just couldn't."

He got down on his knees on the tile, right there under the spray. "I'll see if it works from my end then."

"What?" I said, and he lifted my dick off my thigh with two fingers under it, holding it carefully.  

I watched for a second, not sure if he was actually doing it, and he suddenly sucked the head into his mouth.

It felt so good I got hard immediately. It swelled up right there between his lips as his tongue rubbed circles around the underside, and I watched his eyes get wide while it kept growing, his jaw stretching to keep up with it, one hand coming up to the shaft, like he needed to hold it up. He pulled off it once and just looked at it, then looked up at my face.

"Jesus," he said.

"I told you I was a grower."

"It was already big soft," he said.

He kept going though. He went back down on it and figured out his angles as he went, sloppier than Jaxon at first, all tongue and no rhythm, and then he settled into a pace that started gentle and got faster, his cheeks hollowing out on every pull back, creating suction. He had one fist holding tight at the base, working whatever his mouth couldn't reach up and down. He seemed really interested in proving the theory. The water kept pouring down over his shoulders, his black hair stuck to his forehead, steam surrounding us in the stall. I didn't know what to do with my hands, and I put my hand into his wet hair. 

He hummed when I did that. Both of them do that, apparently. Must be an athlete's competitive streak, wanting the guy to know the job's getting done well.

He gagged the first time it hit the back of his mouth, a wet, echoing cough in all that tile, and he stayed on it, breathing hard out of his nose, and pushed farther the next pass. He even got me into his throat a few times, a full swallow around the head that made my knees dip into him awkwardly, and he'd hold himself down there until his back heaved and he had to come off it coughing with spit stringing off his chin, and then he'd dive right back down.

It started to feel like real sex, despite it being a guy down there, and at one point I couldn't help myself anymore. I walked him backward on his knees until his head touched the tile wall, held it there with my palm flat over his ear, and pounded his throat with everything he'd been working up to, short and deep, his nose bumping my stomach. He didn't fight it even once. His own dick was standing straight up off his thighs by then and he was pumping it with his fist while I used his mouth, which is only fair, if I get to get off then so does he.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned him, since I'd learned my lesson on that.

He grabbed the back of my thigh and pulled me in deeper. I watched his neck actually expand around me and I blasted straight into his throat, pulse after pulse with my hand pinning his head to the wall, and he swallowed around it while his own load squirted out over his fist and washed toward the drain between my feet.

I stepped back and he sagged against the tile, his chest heaving, his mouth open under the spray.

"Okay," I said, "So now you know it works."

"You were right," he said, his voice coming out gruff.

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The next couple days, I hung out with Jaxon a lot. I was getting horny as hell with all the hot, uninhibited college girls around, but he never seemed to chase girls, which I respected. I realized he was dedicated to sports and classes only, even if he hung out with a lot of guy friends. 

I would see random guys leaving the dorm all the time just as I was getting back, and he would disappear in the middle of the night sometimes, which I never really understood.

At the team party that weekend, I almost got laid, but the girl got drunk halfway through the event, and that ruined it. So I got back to the dorm late, a little buzzed, dead in the legs, hoping Jaxon would be asleep so I could get a sneaky wank in before I went to bed.

But he was up, sitting on his own bed with his laptop, an empty water bottle next to him, and he lifted his chin at me when I came in. I dropped straight down onto my bed.

"Oh damn," I said.

"What?"

"My bed is wet." I pressed my palm flat into it. Soaked, the whole middle of it, cold and heavy like somebody had emptied a jug into it.

"Oh," he said. "There must be a leak."

I looked up. Dry ceiling. "From where?"

"Who knows. Anyway, you can sleep in my bed."

And then he stood up and pushed his shorts and underwear down in one motion, his round, hairless ass out in the lamp light, two smooth mounds and nothing else, and hopped in against the wall with the blanket flipped open on my side.

"Get in, bro."

I felt so lucky to have such a cool guy as my roommate.

"Thanks, man. That's awesome of you."

"No problem," he said. "But, sorry you gotta take off those clothes. They're gonna ruin my fabric softener. I, umm... use the fancy kind."

"And you're cool with that?"

"I'll survive," he said, and turned his body away from me, only half covered with the blanket, lots of dude body exposed, hit butt even showing. 

"Alright," I said as I tentatively dropped my shorts and underwear, pulling off my tee shirt. 

I stepped into the bed and carefully lied on my back, trying not to mess up his blanket. The room was dark, and I realized I wasn't going to get a chance to drop my load before going to sleep now. But I couldn't get the images out of my brain, of how good a nice orgasm would be right now, in a comfy bed. I felt myself start to chub up just at the thought of it, and my mind shifted to the great massage he gave me the other day.

I reached down and grabbed myself, feeling the blood start to flow in, hoping I wouldn't alert Jaxon to it, when he shifted, pushing his bare ass against my hip. I held still. 

"Hey," I whispered to him. "You still up?"

"Sup," he whispered.

"Do you, uh... want me to return the massage now?"