Brian : big story

 After giving Todd a blowjob that night, I immediately moved the mirror back
to its original position. I was mortified that Brian had known all along that I
was watching him and, although it obviously didn't bother him, I was
terrified at the thought of how many people, besides Todd, he'd told. I
spent the next week or so carefully checking the faces of my fellow dorm
mates for any signs of discrete, knowing half-smiles, but didn't find any.

Brian continued with his frequent jack sessions, but I didn't offer
encouraging feedback to his stories any longer and usually just pretended
to be asleep. During that time I also came to realize that I'd found myself a
new "playmate" in Todd. Prior to "the incident," Todd and I barely saw
each other but, afterwards, I found him casually dropping by occasionally
to chat when Brian wasn't there. I'm sure it goes without saying that our
chats usually led to...

" Hey, man, do you feel like sucking a dick? "

I usually did. Smile. All of that happened within a couple weeks of "the
incident" and, since Brian didn't treat me any different, things began to
slide back to normal. It was about then that Brian asked me to hit the club
with him and Todd one Saturday night.

(As a tidbit of inside information, I later found out that my invitation to join
them had been suggested by Todd.)

It was a typical Saturday night at the club. Brian and Todd chased pussy
all night and drank like fish. At one point, late in the evening, I found
myself sitting a our table, alone with Brian. He was completely hammered,
yelling drunk comments to someone across the bar, when he seemed to
suddenly realize that he and I were alone together. He smiled a wide,
loopy smile and said...

" What's up, buddy? "

I couldn't help but smile at his condition, and answered, "not much." He
stared at me for a minute, making for a slightly awkward moment, then
leaned over and slurred into my ear...

" When we get back to the barracks, how about if you suck my cock. "

Stunned, I quickly tried to act like he was making a joke and returned...

" Thanks, but I'm not really hungry. "

He thought about that for a moment, then burst out in a fit of loud, drunken
laughter. He lept to his unsteady feet and made his way through the
crowd, calling Todd's name. I felt my stomach tie in knots. I suddenly had
this picture in my head of a VERY wasted Brian trying to get a laugh by
telling everyone in the bar about his "queer" roommate. I decided it was
time for me to leave.

A couple hours later found me in bed, unable to sleep, when Brian
stumbled into our door, fumbled with his keys for a few minutes, then
finally made his way into the room. I quickly rolled over (with my back to
him) and pretended to be asleep. He staggered around for a few minutes,
undressing, then the beds squeaked as he climbed into his bunk.

Everything was quiet for several minutes, then he grunted and dropped
back to the floor. I could sense him standing behind me, and kept my
eyes clamped tightly shut as I tried to figure out what he was doing. I
figured he was preparing to go stagger down the hall to the bathroom (to
throw up) when I got a real shock.

I felt my blankets being roughly pulled back and his body crawling into the
bed next to mine. He mumbled to me as he climbed in...

" My bed is spinning. I'm gonna crash down here. "

He wasn't asking, but simply telling me. He pulled the blankets over us as
he made himself comfortable. I could feel his breath on the back of my
neck, and nearly jumped out of my skin when, a couple minutes later, he
hunched up against me and I could feel his dick against my ass. His cock
was snugly cradled between my ass cheeks, and it was rock hard.

Fuck!

We laid there perfectly still for a couple minutes before he let out a very
low sigh and pushed his cock against me in one, slow thrust. Needless to
say, my cock was like steel at that point, and I was silently debating about
whether I should make a move on him. As it turned out, I didn't have to do
a thing. A minute later I felt his hand on my shoulder and he began slowly
thrusting himself against my ass.

Fuck!

I could smell the booze on his breath, which was getting heavier and faster
as he humped against my ass, and I slowly moved a hand down to play
with my dick just a little. The speed of his thrusts began to increase, when
suddenly he fumbled with the blankets and I felt his hand pulling down the
back of my boxers. Being a definite top, panic started to rise in me until I
realized he wasn't planning to try and fuck me, but simply thrust his cock
against my bare ass.

Over the course of the next few minutes he kept thrusting, gradually
pushing me over on my stomach. Before long he was on top of me,
pumping his hard cock along the crack of my ass. That's about the time
he first whispered...

" Oh, yeah. "

His hands were on my shoulders, pinning me down on the bed, while he
worked to get his nut. We still hadn't exchanged a single word and,
sometime during the next 5 minutes or so, I came in my boxers while
listening to him grunt and groan. When he finally shot his load, I felt
streams of his warm, wet cum hit my back. He kept thrusting until he'd
emptied his nuts, then groaned and rolled over beside me on the bed. I
listened for several minutes as his breathing gradually slowed, then
realized he'd fallen asleep.

Fuck!

There I was, my back covered with cum and he was passed out beside
me! That's the kind of friggin' luck I have. Smile. I turned my head to face
him and watched him sleep for a few minutes before slowly attempting to
get up and crawl over him. My boxers were half on/half off, the back
pushed below my ass and the front filled with cum. I'm certainly glad no
one was there to capture that special Kodak moment! Smile.

I stripped, then flipped a towel over my back to clean up his jizz. I watched
him sleep as I cleaned up, then threw on my robe and quietly left the room
to go grab a quick shower. When I returned, he was snoring quietly on my
bed. He was completely naked, and his soft cock was laying against his
stomach. While in the shower I had decided to sleep in his bunk the rest
of the night but, seeing his incredible body, I couldn't resist climbing back
into the bed with him. There was a damp spot on the sheets where the
cum had soaked through my boxers, but I didn't really care.

I layed down beside him, untangled the blankets and covered us up. I was
secretly hoping he'd roll over and snuggle against me, but he was out cold
and still snoring when I finally dozed off.

The next morning, Sunday, he was still sound asleep when I got up and
left to eat breakfast. When I returned (about 10:30) he was sitting in one
of our chairs, wearing a pair of briefs and drinking coffee. As I walked in,
he gave me a look and a very weak chuckle...

" Dude, I got so fuckin' wasted last night. "

My opinion? He was still pretty wasted. Smile. A few moments later he
added...

" I woke up in your bed this morning... fuckin' naked, bro. "

I wondered if he was going to ask me what had happened. I figured he'd
just write the entire thing off as having been so drunk he'd accidently
crawled into the wrong bed. He surprised me...

" Just tell me... did we have a good time, or what? "

Definitely surprised me. I smiled, thinking for a moment about making up
some wild, elaborate story that would rock his world, but decided on
simply...

" Not too bad. "

He sighed into his coffee, slurping it rather loudly, and said...

" Fuck. Next time we decide to fuck around I'll have to be sober so I can at
least remember it. "

He was so damn casual about the whole thing it almost irritated me. Was
he really that open about "fucking around" with other dudes? I was trying
to come up with a way to discuss it in more detail with him when Todd
showed up at the door. Again, more of my wonderful luck.

Todd was hung over as well, and the two began swapping stories about
their night at the club as he made himself a cup of (instant) coffee with hot
tap water. My intimate moment with Brian had passed.

The subject of where Brian had ended up sleeping didn't come up, and
the two eventually got around to taking showers and left to terrorize the
BX together. About an hour later I hit the laundry room. If anyone had
been there, they might have noticed the large, freshly stroked load of cum
on my sheets. Smile.

As a closing note... I was about to find out just how wild Brian really was.