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Jock Pussy Roommate

... that... pretty much ever. Maybe I was into hearing people go at it? I should try listening to some porn instead of watching it.

The sounds coming from Justin's room stopped. Curious, I stepped out to take a leak. Once I was done, I was about to turn back to my room when Justin's door opened. I perked up. I had to play it cool. I didn't want Just to think I was some homophobe. I don't get it, but if he wants to get his cheeks clapped more power to him.

Instead, a tall, built guy with a fade and a goatee stepped out, totally naked, holding the rest of his clothes in his hand. I'd seen him around campus, he had a couple of inches on me, so I figured he was on the basketball team.

Before he could notice me, I dipped around a corner and stuck my head out. Dude started putting his clothes on, but my jaw dropped when I saw what was swinging between his legs. Holy shit, dude was PACKING. He was bigger than me down there too. Not by much, but still. Half hard still, it looked slick and shiny. Dude stuffed himself into his boxers then jeans, but still looked like he was smuggling a grapefruit. Without saying a word the guy left our apartment.

Well that's fucking rude. I wanted to check on Justin, see if he was okay. Something about that guy gave me bad vibes. Seeing him, knowing his dick was just inside my best bro, made my stomach tight and my blood pressure rise.

I crept over to Justin's room, the door left slightly ajar. Peeking in, I heard soft rhythmic breathing, ...

... indicating Just was fast asleep. Figured, that kind of sex probably tired him out.

I had to cover my mouth to hide my shock when I saw the state Justin was in. He was laying face down, legs spread out like a reverse snow angel. His blond curls were matted with sweat, his entire body sheened with the evidence of his exertion. But, most of all, were those two big globes he called an ass. In between was... Justin's fucking hole. And it was blown out. I couldn't see it that well from a distance, but I knew it was still slightly gaped. The inside of his cheeks and thighs had cum on them, along with something shiny, probably lube. Justin groaned and his ass clenched, then more cum leaked out of his ruined hole like a 3rd grade science project. The white foamy liquid bubbled out with a hot gurgling noise, dripping down his taint and pooling on the towel he had beneath him.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say Justin's hole looked like a well-fucked pussy.

Sneaking back to my room, the thoughts of pussy made me hard again, and I had to rub one out. Definitely not while picturing the aftermath of Justin's gaped hole.

"What the fuck are you thinking about Monty. Stop it and go to sleep." Just's voice broke me out of my reverie. I think all this reminiscing, and the image of Just's fucked out hole, was having an effect on my dick.

Just had managed to get my pants halfway down my knees, which exposed my boxer-clad crotch. The tent I had was fucking obscene. I wanted to jerk ...