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My roommate, Ray, was a wrestler on the college team at East Carolina Univ. He was about 6' tall, dark brown hair, blue eyes, a quick smile, about 170 of all muscle. His chest was totally smooth except for a thin trail of dark hair which led into his crotch. His legs were hairy. I'd seen him often naked in the room and of course at the gym. He carried a beautiful cut package and large balls that usually hung loose. I'd never seen him aroused but often imagined what it must look like. He never seemed to wake up with a hardon. Me, I'm about 160# and could be his brother in every way except I'm not as muscular as he is. I'm in shape but not a "god" like Ray. We met at the beginning of the year when we were given our room assignments. Our friendship developed quickly and we found much in common. We both thought the other was straight. Ray had a girlfriend and I kept up pretenses of having one too. At night, however, it was mental fantasies with Ray that I jerked off to. We often wrestled in the dorm room. I really enjoyed wrestling with him for more reasons than one. Ocassionally, I actually got a "feel" of his package in the heat of the match. But I was always disappointed to notice that his package was completely soft. Ray, of course, won almost every match but sometimes I got the feeling that he let the match go on overly long before going in for the inevitable pin just to give me a chance. One night I was lying on my bed in jeans and a t-shirt studying when Ray came in from a run. He said, "hey," and then grabbed his towel and headed for the shower. I'm still lying on my bed with my nose in Psychology when he comes back into the room with the towel around his waist. He finishes drying off (I'm watching out of the corner of my eye) rewraps the towel around his waist and comes over to my bed and grabs my book and puts it on my desk before I can stop him. I jumped up saying, "what the hell are you doing?" and went to retrieve the book but he was standing in my way. "I need to work off some steam. Let's wrestle." "Well, ok." I said, and tried a surprise lunge at him to knock him off his feet and out of my way so I could get my book back. The lunge was a bit like trying to tackle a tree. He stepped back one step and held me right where I was. "Whew! I'm not wrestling you until you clean up." He scrunched up his nose. "Hit the showers, Alan. Then we wrestle. Afterwards, I'll let you get back to studying." I realize this sounds like a dominance thing but actually we were both just playing around and talked like this all the time. I grabbed my towel, stripped, and headed for a shower. When I returned, I was surprised to see that Ray had not changed into the gym shorts he usually wore when we wrestled. He still had on his towel. I looked for my gym shorts to change into but they were mysteriously missing. I looked at Ray and his gorgeous eyes were twinkling. He said, "Have you ever wrestled, greek?" I said I didn't know what that meant. "In the nude." I almost died right there. Here he was asking me to wrestle him in the nude. I didn't think it would be possible to do that without getting hard. I hadn't even answered yet with anything but a, "well, I uh..." and he stood up, came to me, and in one motion pulled off my and his towels together. "I guess so." I said sheepishly. Next thing I know we are wrestling on the floor. It was a good thing it was carpeted. This was one of those times when Ray let it go on for quite a while. During the course of it, his cock and balls brushed over every inch of my body and it seemed like several times my face was buried in his crotch. He pinned me finally. However, this time he pinned me with me on my back and him on all fours. His shins were holding my shoulders down and when I looked up all I could see was his cock, that wonderful cut cock, dangling less than an inch from my lips. Was it my imagination or was it stirring? Before I could react in any way he laughed, "Got you again." and just bent his knees to sit on my upper chest. In doing so, his cock slid across my chin. Feeling my cock starting to swell, I said, "you can get off my chest now." Ray laughed, "Nah, I like it here. It's comfortable." Then he simply laid back across my torso. His head gently landed on my cock. I couldn't help it. It was swelling to full erection. I was panic stricken trying to think of something to say. After all, he had to feel it. But then something touched my chin. I looked down and saw his cock rising and pointing directly at my mouth. I felt Ray's hand reach around and wrap his fingers around my cock. "Looks like we both want the same thing." He chuckled and rolled onto his side off of me pulling me sideways as well. I felt his moist warm mouth engulf my cock and I devoured his immediately. We began sucking furiously. I was able to get his entire manhood in my throat so that my nose was nestled in his wonderful balls. Later I measured it at eight and a half inches. He measured me at eight. It felt so wonderful to inhale his scent. All too soon I felt him tighten up and begin to make pelvic thrusts. I knew what was coming and I couldn't wait. I wish I could say that we came together but we didn't. (Later, we got our timing much better, but hey, this was our first time. Give us a break!) His breath became really labored. He took his mouth off my cock so he could breathe better and began moaning and grunting. Finally, a warm spurt hit my throat. I pulled away from him a little so he would cum in my mouth instead of my throat. I wanted to taste him. It was wonderful. Sweet manjuice. Shot after shot. At last he was spent and he just sighed. I rolled his sperm around in my mouth savoring the taste and before I knew it he was back on my dick. I exploded in his mouth in mere seconds. After a moment of rest, I still hadn't swallowed it yet, he sat up and pulled me up to face him. He moved toward me with a kiss. He hadn't swallowed mine either! We traded loads until both were mixed together and finally swallowed. Thank God this was October of our Sophomore year. We were roommates and lovers for the next three years and explored just about every form of love making we could think of. We still keep in touch. That was back in 1990 and now live in different states. Once and a while we still get together by taking vacations at the same time. If you liked this story, let me know. Tell me a similar one that happened to you. witchboy1@hotmail.com