My Dorm Buddy's Used Condoms and Stuff (Part 2)

I arrived early for my freshman year at the University of Iowa. I was eager to get started on the road to adulthood and personal responsibility. Gone forever were my baseball jock days and jack-off nights at Our Lady Queen of Peace High in South Beloit. It was time to get serious and that meant pushing sex out of my mind and cracking the books. But it didn't take long for reality to rear it's head.

At the University's housing office on the very first day of freshman registration, I was given the news. I had not been assigned to any dorm room. The dorms were completely full. Instead, I was told that I was number 237 on the waiting list. I had to find off-campus housing and I had to find it fast. This unforseen predicament came as a shock to me. I felt like crying.

Luckily a fellow freshman who received similar news caught my eye. Gordon was at the housing office with his mother. He too learned that he was wait-listed and had to find someplace off-campus to live for now. As we both were standing in line, waiting for a counselor, I noticed him checking out my baseball jock butt. Even though I didn't lift weights or do any training over the past summer, high school baseball and my Polish farm-boy genes still gave me a damn fine Mike Piazza ass. Gordon couldn't keep his eyes off of it.

It didn't take long for the two of us to strike up a conversation, and in no time, I was invited to join Gordon and his mom for a housing search. Since I didn't know the area, didn't have a car and Gordon's mom drove, this offer was one I could not pass up.

And I sure didn't mind being around Gordon. He had a strong, masculine look, even though he wasn't very buffed-out or heavily muscled-up. It was his thick, hairy chest, deep Zak Spears voice, and extremely manly air--the butchest of the butch--that made me so damn horny. My Joe Boxer shorts first got damp, but soon were soaked with pre-cum--pre-cum that exposed my lust for anyone who cared to look. I wanted Gordon real bad.

As far as the serious task at hand went, we all pooped-out quickly. No housing prospects came along that first day we looked. Disappointed, we headed just out of town to the cock 'n' Bull Motel, where Gordon and his mom had rented a room last night.

Gordon's mother decided to go for a swim in the motel's pool and she tried to convince Gordon and me to join her. But before I could get a word out, Gordon said we both just wanted to relax and watch TV in the room. He flashed me a wicked smile and subtly rubbed his now-bulging crotch. This ballsy move took me by surprise and just about made me sperm in my pants right then and there.

With mom out of the way and the TV tuned to "E! Wild on South Beach," Gordon began to strip and said he was "dying to chow-down" on my hot jock ass for dinner. I could tell he was really hungry, so I pulled down my pants and bent over to give Gordon a full moon. I said, "Go ahead. It's all you can eat tonight. Just make sure you clean everything off of your plate." Gordon flashed that wicked smile again and said, "Gladly."

He dove into my horny jock butt like Greg Louganis diving for his fifth Olympic Gold. Gordon's tongue was in me so deep, I could swear he licked my prostate from the inside. As his tongue swirled up, down and around my ass crack like a mad dervish, Gordon emitted a frenzied, animalistic sound. He was slurping and sucking my hole with total abandon. And I was in heaven.

When he finally came up for air, Gordon said, "Stick your fingers in there. Get in that hole real deep. I want to see you poke your own hot jock ass." With Gordon's nose no more than 2 inches from the target, I did as he instructed. I stuck first one, then another, and finally a third finger deep into my ass. I moved them in, out and around. I savored the first-time experience of this most intense ass pleasure. It was a feeling of strenght, fullness, relief and relaxtion which only deep-ass work can bring. My nuts were going to pop.

When I pulled my slimey fingers out of my jock hole, I was ready to unload hot sperm all of the place. But Gordon grabbed my hand and stopped me. He greedily stuck the fingers which had been in my ass only moments ago into his own mouth. Gordon went after them like a starving dog devouring table scraps. In no time, he had licked my fingers clean. Not a trace of slime, lube, sweat, toilet paper scraps or any brown bits remained. The sight of his heated frenzy for my bubble butt and everything that was inside of it, made me swoon. Without touching myself, I shot load after load of thick, ropey sperm which formed small puddles on the bed.

As I lay back, breathless, exhausted, and satisfied, I watched Gordon lick all of my sperm puddles off of the sheet. He swallowed everything. He didn't miss a one. But soon the taste of my jock cum made him blow his own load in return. Bending over, he licked-up those sperm puddles, too, savoring their taste as much as the taste of any.

But just when Gordon was about to collapse on top of me, spent and satisfied, a key was inserted and rattled in the motel room door. Before either of us could budge, the door swung open. We were frozen naked in each others arms.

(to be continued)