Summary: A straight drunk guy submits to his roommate...twice.
Note 1: This is a Christmas 2012 Contest Story.
Note 2: Thanks to Mab7991 for editing this story.
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College life was pretty crazy. Between classes, basketball (I was on a basketball scholarship) and chicks I was swamped. The hardest part was balancing the three. Because I an academically strong, I took a heavy class load (I was not on the road to the NBA...I was just using basketball to get my education for free), I was starting on the basketball team as a freshman (a rarity) and I had a few co-ed's who were usually more than eager to suck or fuck me.
I am not being arrogant, but I am decent looking, a good guy, funny, easy going and decently equipped.
I had never considered having sex with a guy, even after years of hanging with naked guys in the shower, until one fateful weekend during first term finals. The week was intense with finals and practice and it had been almost two weeks since either Matt, my roommate, or I had got our canes polished.
It was Friday night, the day after the last first term finals when everything changed.
My roommate Matt and I decided to celebrate the end of mid-terms with a night at the pub for food, beer, and chicks, the night before we were both heading home for the holidays. By the end of the night, we had agreed that two out of three wasn't bad. Neither of us had been able to score with the ladies so we called it a night and returned to our dorm room drunk and horny.
Matt complained, "Shit, I can't believe I struck out with that redhead, I was so sure I was going to get in her pants."
"Well, you had a pretty creative pick-up line," I quipped, laughing.
"I know," Matt shrugged, "Hey baby, do you want a piece of my candy cane, was pretty witty I thought."
"And festive," I added.
"Exactly," Matt complained, grabbing a beer from the fridge. "How could I possible strike out with a line that good?"
"That's nothing," I sighed, "Cara with a C, as she stressed three times during our painful conversation about her family, squeezed my cock teasingly before telling me her boyfriend just walked in."
"Ok, Ok your luck was worse than mine you win," Matt laughed, as he pulled out his rather impressive collection of porn.
The munchies kicking in, I realized after looking into our empty fridge that all we had to eat was candy canes, I chuckled at the irony after the failed candy cane pick up line. I grabbed one and put the long end in my mouth as I walked back to the living room where a fake big breasted, fake blonde bounced on a big cock on the TV screen. Her just as fake moans echoed in surround sound as Matt already had his cock out.
We often stroked to porn when we both struck out with the ladies, not in a gay way, but rather just a simple confidence in our sexuality kind of way. We both had similar six inch cocks and neither of us was shy or ashamed to masturbate, as long as porn was playing. It was weird the first time I walked in after a date and saw Matt stroking his cock to porn, but as time progressed, we started watching porn together after strike out days and eventually I got comfortable enough to yank it myself with him in the room. We never touched each other, always sitting at opposite end s of the couch, but we would both shoot our loads to poorly directed porn with little or no real story line.
I laughed, sucking on my candy cane, "Usually, you watch a scene or two before pulling your dick out."
Matt looked at me and shrugged, "It has been a while."
I continued sucking the candy cane and Matt stared at me. "What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said, his face going red as he returned to watching porn. The big breasted slut was really screaming her fake orgasm so over the top it was ludicrous.
I joked, "Shit, I wish I could get a chick to scream like that."
"Make a porn movie and you can," Matt retorted, really beating his meat now.
"If I drop out of school that may be a viable alternative," I joked, the candy cane in my mouth, as I sat down on the other end of the couch opposite Matt chair.
"Shit dude, I must be drunker than I thought," Matt said, shaking his head.
"How so?" I asked.
"I can't seem to shoot my wad," he answered, quitting the self-abuse.
"You need a good blow job," I suggested.
"Isn't that the truth," Matt sighed, looking at me in a way that was unusual for him.
"What?" I asked, the candy came in my mouth, not yet realizing the obvious accidental implication.
"Nothing," he repeated again.
"Seriously, only chicks say nothing is wrong," I countered.
"Fine, watching you suck that candy cane got me thinking weird shit," my straight roommate admitted.
"Fuck off," I joked, taking the candy cane and imitated giving it a slow blow job. I swirled my tongue around the top of the cane like I was teasing a cock head.
"Shit dude, you look like a natural cocksucker," my drunk friend assessed, laughing.
Drunk myself, I tried to be absurd as I sucked the thin but long candy cane like it was a cock.
Matt watched me bob back and forth on the cane and slowly his laughter stopped and he stared at me intently.
I still had not even remotely considered sucking his cock at that moment, but was just having a bit of stupid fun at his expense. A minute later, I stood up and walked over to him and said trying to sound flirty and sexy like a chick, "Am I turning you on big boy."
Matt grabbed his cock and began fist pumping again. I don't know what suddenly came over me at that exact moment, but I suddenly wanted to help him, to taste his candy cane. I had seen him stroke his cock many times, seem him shoot his goo up in the air many times and even saw him get blow jobs from a couple chicks, but I had never once thought of him sexually. I had never even once considered sucking a cock. Yet, suddenly my mouth watered with a hunger that was undeniable and unexplainable.
Silently, I fell to my knees in front of him and his eyes went wide with surprise. Neither of us said a word. Our eyes met and a silent agreement was made: I was going to suck his cock and he was going to be ok with it.
I felt my hand replace his and I took my candy cane out of my mouth and placed it on a nearby table.
I would like to say there was some hesitation or that Matt somehow forced me to do what I was about to do, but that would be a lie. I would also like to say that it was because I was so hammered, but that wasn't true either, I wasn't sober, but I wasn't plastered either.
I opened my mouth, leaned forward and took his stiff six inches in my mouth. I couldn't believe how natural his cock felt in my mouth. It wasn't grouse, it felt natural, and I didn't feel that I was secretly gay.
Replicating what I liked when I had my cock sucked; I started by swirling my tongue around my friend's mushroom top, wanting him to enjoy this as much as I was.
"Oh shit," he moaned, which somehow helped give me a new confidence that I was indeed pleasing him.
A minute of concentrated teasing of his cock head and I began to slowly moving up and down his stiff rod, as I got used to having his cock in my mouth. The task was strange and yet at the same time enthralling.
