Wrong Dorm Room

I picked the morning paper off the hall desk as part of my daily ritual and headed for the kitchen for a morning cup of coffee. Upon opening it I was surprised by a photo of Trace Duncan. We had gone to college together several years ago and I had the pleasure of having shared the same dorm. His name was actually Tracey, but decided Trace sounded more grown-up and more fitting for a political career.

I recall the first time I saw him wandering down the stairs of Bramley Hall, I nearly dropped my books. His six-foot three inch frame was topped off by shiny black hair and blue eyes that captured my soul from the first time I stared deeply into them. He had a swimmer's build with wide shoulders that tapered down to a 30 inch waist. I would watch his firm ass, held taut by his CK briefs, as he headed down the hall to the bath. He appeared to be totally unaware of the fact I was mesmerized by his physique.

Sometimes he would pause and say "good morning" or "how's it going." Unfortunately I was barely able to answer as my concentration was transfixed upon his body, mainly his crouch. Finally, after observing his schedule closely, Occasionally I was privileged to enter the shower at the same time. Nervously I would eye him through side vision as he soaped between his thighs and tugged on his long slender tool. He appeared to know I was watching and always put on a show, running his massive hands across his chest and down his taunt stomach. His shower scene always left me horny and in need of a relief.

I must have beat off every day that semester, thinking of Trace and how good his body would feel next to mine and how I so desperately wanted him to plunge his cock up my ass till I felt his wiry pubes. We spoke casually and sometimes I played along with him as he bragged about all the girls he had the previous night, but I never got up the nerve to proposition him.

Second semester I got a job at a Convenient Mart and most of my time was spent there, in class and in the library. Since we shared no classes and he was not the studious type, Trace slowly slipped out of my life for a while. The next time I saw him it was during a long week-end when most everyone had gone home, but I had remained behind to work. Trace showed up at the store to get some gas, before heading out.

"Hi ya Sean, so this is where you've been keeping yourself." Trace smiled as I tried hard to not cream my jeans.

"Yeah, gotta make a few bucks" I replied, too nervous to speak intelligently. Another customer asked me a question and when I turned back around Trace was gone, all I could see were his taillights as his Camaro pulled out of the lot.

The night passed slowly as the regulars came and went, but few students, so there was really no one to talk to. I was happy when eleven o'clock finally came and I headed back to the dorm, rest at last!

I made no attempt to keep the noise down as the heavy metal door slammed shut, there was no one much to bother tonight anyway. I quickly undressed, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the showers. It would be nice to use all the hot water I wanted. I ran my hands through my blond hair and across my pecs, lightly pinching my nipples. I could feel a sudden stir in my cock as I aroused my sexual desires.

Trace's face came into view as I worked up a lather, massaging my balls and cock, occasionally slipping a finger inside my virgin ass. I was getting myself aroused and my cock had reached mammoth proportions when I head the door open. Someone began to piss; there was a flush, some water ran and the door slammed shut again.

I looked down to realize my cock had deflated, I quickly rinsed off, wrapped my towel around me and headed back toward my room to get some sleep. I entered the room, dropping my towel, and reached for a pair of shorts off the chest when I noticed someone in bed. My God, I'm in the wrong room, and decided to bolt but bumped into the bed causing the occupant to stir and look up.

"Sorry,...wrong room," I stammered, feeling more than a little embarrassed. I knew I was tired, but I had wandered into the wrong room, boy, I've got to start getting more sleep.

"Come here!" the voice called, "lets see whatcha got there."

With his words I realized once again I was stark naked and grabbed for the towel on the floor, but he got to it first. He sat up straight in bed, the room was illuminated only by light filtered in from the parking lot, but his face looked familiar and the voice too. His arms reached out and hooked around my thigh, pulling me toward him and I offered little residence.

The thought of this guy's warm mouth sliding up and down my hard cock got me even more excited and the adrenaline began pumping. I caught him staring at my half-erect cock and went in for the kill, bringing his mouth into direct contact and muttered through a childish grin, "Sean, you're about to get the blow job of you life."

Sean?, he knew my name, my God, it was Trace, the moment I had waited for and here it was. It appeared Trace was as excited with the prospect as I myself was as I moved closed to the edge of the bed. I dropped to my knees in front of each him as his mouth engulfed my swollen cock.

His unshaven face rubbed against my inner thigh as he worked his way up to throbbing cock that responded anxiously with the warmth of his mouth. My cock was not all that big, probably only six inches, but my balls were huge which gave the illusion of a big basket. I've always been real popular in "pick-up" situations because my would-be dates think they are getting a monster dick. Trace didn't seem to care about the size as he closed his mouth around the mushroom head and gently slid his warmth down over it then pulled off and playfully ran his tongue across its eye as I grabbed the sheets with my left hand to hang on. He continued to take the length of my cock into his mouth; engulfing it in moist warmth until my pubic hair brushed lightly against his upper lip. One hand kneaded my balls as the other cupped my ass, raising it to meet his every slurp. His tongue wrapped around my veiny cock pulling and coaxing it to the point of submission. I turned my body to face him head on and ran my right hand across his chest as my left hand found its way down to his crotch area. It was a massive piece, my fingers slowly closed around its girth, feeling each smooth, flawless inch. It was just as I had remembered it, spending countless hours in the shower gawking, wishing I could have him and now I am about to.

It had been a long time since I had experienced sex so it wouldn't take me long to expel my load. He too must have felt the explosion coming and began to pump my cock harder as his mouth slid faster and faster, up and down, up and down until finally I yelled out, "I'm gonna shoot!" and felt my thigh muscles tighten. Trace removed his mouth, I guess he wasn't quite ready for eating cum, but continued stroking my well-lubed cock till it shot its first geyser of white cream onto his face and hair. Trace lowered his head and sucked the last few drops from my deflating cock as I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.

"Your turn now, " I spoke as I slid my body into the bed beside him and moving down his body feeling his hard cock as it pressed against my stomach and chest. I stopping with the tip of his cock just touching my lips. I stuck my tongue out to lap up the droplets of precum that clung to it and then opened up to accept the entire, smooth length as he gently slid it in; allowing me time to savor every inch.

I wrapped my tongue around its pointed head and drew it into my mouth and out again as his hips moved with the rhythm and his hand moved down to ready my ass. He playfully ran his finger around my anal opening slowly getting closer and closer, driving my puckered hole insane. My ass was pretty well lubricated from sweating during our first session so it was quite easy for Trace to slip a finger inside and move it slowly in circles to loosen me up. I was getting hotter by the minute and wanting his cock up my ass more than I had ever wanted any cock.

I placed my hands on his thighs and pushed him backward to free his cock from my mouth and flipped him onto his back allowing his cock to jut straight into the air, reminding me of a utility pole as it stood erect among a patch of black curly hair. I raised myself with my arms and slowly lowered my ass onto his waiting meat, inching more and more of it inside until I had all seven glorious inches buried inside my ass. I raised my body until the head was nearly exposed and lowered again causing Trace to let out sighs of pleasure I had never assisted anyone in experiencing.

I worked my hole around in semi-circles acting as a corkscrew effect on his cock, driving him to new plateaus of ecstasy.

"Ride my pole, ram it up your ass!" he yelled, grabbing me and pulling my chest down to his and wrapping both arms around me tightly, penetrating me with long, slow strokes. His hips raised and lowered as he tried to drive his cock deeper into my chute, the feel was great, just to have Trace's massive arms wrapped around me as we sweated together, but then he surprised me by kissing me, not just a peck, but our lips locked and tongues probed which seemed to make him even hotter.

Streams of sweat ran down both our backs as Trace rammed my ass with his pole and my own cock was coming to life again as it rubbed against his pubs. His long strokes had been replaced by swift, short ones as I felt his muscles contract and his balls tighten.

He removed his mouth from mine just in time to mutter, "oh shit I'm coming,.... I'm shooting up your hot ass."

And with that he did! I could feel the warm cream deep into my bowels as he continued to pump and shot two more well-deserved loads until my ass could hold no more and the excess spilled onto the sheets.

He pulled out and immediately grabbed my swollen cock and began jerking it as I arched my back raising my hips into the air. It didn't take more than five minutes of whipping my meat until it was ready to boil with another load. Trace arched his head back as I shot my best load of the evening across his chest and stomach.

As cum ran in tiny rivers off his chest, Trace flashed a smile and said, "bet you'll check the room number next time!"

"I'll make sure it's your room!" We both smiled and collapsed into a heap, falling asleep on the tiny bed.

I read the article about Trace Duncan, the newly elected city Alterman, as I sipped my morning coffee reliving the whole dorm-room incident over again. Beneath my bathrobe my cock began to stir to life at the mere thought of Trace's hot mouth and seductive ass. I made plans to attend the city council meeting that evening although I wasn't too familiar with City Hall. What's the worst thing that could happen, I wander into the wrong room.

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written by drcocksexer