Simon didn't really know what to expect from his first day moving into the dorms. He knew he'd a have a roommate, obviously. He hadn't really imagined what they'd be like. Just a blank, faceless guy he'd eventually get used to living with.
He hadn't been ready for Hank.
He'd met Hank already lounging shirtless on one of the beds when he and his mother had been carrying his boxes to the room. He probably wasn't the biggest guy Simon had ever seen, but he felt like he occupied more space than he actually did. His chest was almost as wide as the bed and when he stood up he felt like he towered over Simon.
"So, you're my new roommate," he said stepping up and flattening Simon's hand in a friendly greeting. "I like the look of you. I'm sure we'll get along fine."
"Uh… Hi. I'm Simon." Simon tried to ignore the pecs in his face and looked up at his new roommate.
"Hank. Pleased to meet ya." Hank gave an easy grin and let go of his hand just before it got fully awkward.
Hank insisted on helping them and followed them back to the car, hefting the rest of Simon's possessions in one trip, two boxes under each arm. Simon sheepishly followed him carrying just his backpack, trying to ignore his mother swooning over his new roomie.
Hank stacked the boxes by the farther bed, having apparently already claimed the one closer to the door. Simon thought it was a bit presumptuous but couldn't think of a reason to care which bed he got. Besides, he didn't want to start an argument with the ten-ton slab of meat he'd be sharing a room with on the first day.
Simon spent most of the day out at orientation activities. He wasn't interested in most of them, but they were an effective excuse to get away from the room so his mother would have to leave. She'd already asked if she could feel Hank's abs and he really wanted her out of there before she made rooming with this guy any more awkward.
The orientation activities were mostly boring. He didn't meet any girls he felt brave enough to talk to, or anyone else he'd really felt up to talking to. Social interaction would come when being in the same class got him used to some people so he could form friendships naturally. Of course, there was still his roommate.
He wasn't exactly disappointed in his new roommate, but he hadn't been expecting someone that was so… big. He hadn't been specifically hoping for a nerdy roommate, but he'd thought he'd end up with someone he could share some interests with. This guy looked like he hadn't been farther than twenty feet from a weight bench in his life. There was no way he'd care what was going on in video games or scifi.
He shuffled back to the room just before dark. He'd been hoping to have some time alone to unpack and set up, but there was Hank, still shirtless and waiting.
"Hey little buddy," he said, waving.
Little buddy? Simon thought. "Hi Hank," he said out loud.
"You got any plans for tonight?" Hank asked.
"Not really," he said. Other than unpacking he'd pretty much been thinking of playing phone games. Not an interesting first night at college, but it would conserve energy for the next day.
"You wanna hang out? Watch a movie or something?" Hank asked. He pulled back the blankets to reveal a small minifridge wedged under his bed and pulled out a six pack. "I snuck in some beer."
Simon considered. If he refused he'd just be sitting in the same room as someone he'd just refused to be friendly with. And if forced social interaction was happening, he may as well have beer. "Sure, what do want to watch?"
"I was thinking a horror movie marathon," Hank said, "I was just about to start Nightmare on Elm Street 2."
Not waiting for an answer Hank hooked his laptop up to a decent sized flatscreen and started up the movie. Simon noticed the tv was set up across from Hank's bed so that it was the only place to sit to see the screen. It made sense, it was his tv after all, but it seemed a bit awkward.
Hank just patted the bed next to him. Well if Hank didn't find it weird there was not point in making it weird.
Halfway through the movie and all the way through the six pack Simon discovered that Hank was apparently a lightweight. Which was a surprise, since Simon would have guessed the alcohol wouldn't be able to find his brain through all that muscle. Hank was laughing at everything and Simon had to admit that the movie was definitely more funny than scary. Suddenly Hank stood up.
"Hooo, I can't stand the heat down here, ya know?" Simon was actually from California, so he didn't really know, but before he could say anything Hank was stripping out of his pants. Already shirtless, this left him in nothing but some tight briefs.
The briefs looked like they'd be to small on someone his size anyway, but they were absolutely full to bursting with the biggest bulge he'd ever seen in his life.
"I hope you don't mind me stripping down a little. You'd have to see it eventually, rooming together, right?"
He wanted to see it right now. No, that wasn't right. He didn't want to see some guy's cock. No matter how big it was.
"You okay, little buddy?" Hank asked.
Simon tore his eyes away from the bulge and looked up at Hank's face. Hank smiled. It was a less drunk and more knowing smile than it should have been, but Simon couldn't really concentrate on that. He didn't want to, really.
His eyes crawled back down. Hank had shifted at some point and the waist band hand slipped down. A small patch of groomed pubic hair and the root of Hank's cock were visible. And he could smell it. The smell of fresh sweaty cock. Somehow, he'd never smelled something so delicious. It seemed to fill his vision.
"I said are you okay?"
Simon snapped back to reality and realized that Hank had walked up to him and he'd just been gawking at his cock panting. He shook his head, then realized that looked like an answer and said, "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Looks like three beers is a little much for you." Hank ruffled his blond hair. "You're a funny one, little buddy."
He nodded, not sure what to say and busy trying to convince himself that it hadn't been obvious that he went into a trance staring at his roommate's cock.
Hank sat back down and the movement shifted Simon's dick in his pants, making him suddenly extremely aware of it. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life. He wanted desperately to take it out and beat off, but Hank hadn't said he could.
He shook his head. What the hell had that meant? He couldn't just jack off in front of his roommate is what he'd meant.
His roommate who smelled so fucking good. Why did he have to smell this good? Was he going to be hard all the time smelling this?
"You can lick it, if you want."
Simon snapped back to reality. What had Hank just said? He realized his face was pressed against Hank's side. He'd leaned over and been rubbing his face into the side of Hank's pec.
"I mean, if you're going to ignore the movie and smell me all night you might as well lick it."
Simon cringed back in embarrassment, but Hank lifted his arm and the smell of his sweat got stronger. His big hand grabbed the back of Simon's head and pushed him in. His tongue was already out of its own accord.
"Mmm, that's nice." Hank's moan felt like it rumbled through Simon's whole body down to his cock. "You like that, don't you?"
Simon could only moan a weak affirmative as he kept licking.
"Then I know what you'll really like." The big hand on the back of Simon's head pulled him back. He sat there panting with his tongue hanging out, waiting for the hand to move him like a puppet. And then it pushed him down and he knew exactly where he was going.
His face hit the covered bulge tongue out and ready to worship. He explored with his tongue and lips, trying to feel as much of the growing shape as he could. He wanted to take the underwear off, but he felt that he'd be told when to do that.
"You're an eager little slut, aren't you?" Hank didn't sound at all drunk anymore. He hadn't for a while. Some part of Simon's mind thought that might be important, but it couldn't compete with cock.
Hank suddenly pulled away and Simon almost whined with sadness until he saw him strip off the briefs and lean back on his pillows. "Get up here, little bitch."
Simon crawled up onto the bed and got between Hanks legs, reaching for his cock with his hungry mouth.
"Ah ah," Hank said, pulling his cock away, "balls first."
Simon got to work on them with gusto. They tasted better than Hank's armpit, even better than his underwear covered bulge. They were bigger than eggs and he could barely get them in his mouth, but it felt so good to try.
"Fuck, I needed a good slut's mouth today," Hank moaned, slapping him lightly with his growing cock. "I'm so glad I got you as my roommate."
Simon's cock twitched at the praise. He was making Hank moan and for some reason that was getting him hotter than ever. That and the pillar of cock against his face. He couldn't see it so close, but he could feel it pressed against him. The trail of precum had passed his forehead and now seemed to be dripping into his hair from somewhere above.
"Okay, it's time little bitch."
At this point Simon was passed being able to guess what that meant, but at this point he'd jump through the window if Hank told him to.
Hank pulled his head up and held him there for a moment, letting him take in the sight of his cock. It had to be over ten inches long, with fat mushroom head that was drooling long drips of precum. Simon drooled back at it, waiting for permission.
Then Hank pushed it into his mouth and the world was perfect. Nothing compared to this. Not pussy, not a blowjob, nothing. The feeling of the velvety head filling his mouth, the ambrosial taste of Hank's precum. Everything was amazing.
"I'd love to appreciate your mouth properly, little bitch, but I'm too worked up and I need to come now."
Hank shoved Simon along and that huge cockhead was suddenly at his throat. Simon gagged and choked violently. Suddenly, this wasn't as fun. For the first time since this began he tried to struggle.
"Sorry," Hank said, stroking his hair, "I forgot a step. Little bitch, you can do this and you'll love it."
Suddenly, he could. Suddenly, Simon knew exactly how to relax his throat and suppress his gag reflex. Hank's thick cock head popped through into his throat and as soon as it did Simon came harder than he'd ever come in his life. He saw stars and his vision blurred.
When his vision cleared he realized his face was pressed to Hank's abs and he moaned knowing that whole cock was in his throat.
"That is the fucking best, little bitch."
Simon felt his cock twitch at the praise and realized he was still fully hard in his pants and felt like he was ready to come again.
"You better get ready though, because it's my turn to get off."
Hank grabbed his head and started to pull him up and down. Simon was just along for the ride, but he tried his best to help with his tongue and throat muscles. Every moan from Hank was like electricity running straight to his cock and he wanted more.
Then Hank slammed him down to the root and he felt the huge pillar in his throat spasm. Then he felt something hot pouring into his throat. Not hot like coffee, more like vodka. A spreading heat that felt like it warmed his whole body. He came in his pants again.
"Keep moaning, you little slut, I'm not even close to done."
Simon did so obediently. Also uncontrollably, but he wanted to be obedient as well. Hank's orgasm just kept coming until he started to feel full. The whole time, the spreading warmth pulsed in his body, making his cock and something deep in his ass throb. He came at least twice more while Hank filled his stomach.
"I've got one more treat for you little bitch," Hank said, pulling out of his throat. He sat Simon up on his knees and stood on the bed above him. "Open your mouth."
Somehow having Hank stand over was the hottest thing yet to Simon. Hank jerked his cock at Simon's face and gave him one last splatter of cum. Simon came again as it hit him, lost in the sluttiness of getting a facial. Then he sagged down to the bed, utterly exhausted.
"Alright, little bitch, time to get to your own bed. It really is too hot here for snuggling." With that Hank lifted him like a doll and put him in his own bed. "I think you can have one last thing to remember tonight by," Hank said. He slipped his softening cock into Simon's mouth. Simon got his first direct taste of Hank's cum, filling his mouth and brain with spreading warmth. He was still sucking softly as he slipped off to sleep.
