Matt was definitely crossing some boundaries this morning. He was sitting on his bed in his shared dorm room with his hand in his open pants and his nose buried in his roommate's sweaty white cotton boxer briefs. His roommate was out for a run after lifting at the gym. After he stopped in their room to change into his running shorts Matt could not resist. He had been stroking and edging himself for about 15 minutes now. Matt was a relatively good looking guy – better looking than he thought he was – tall skinny kid with long brown hair – hairy legs and some hair on his belly and a little more every year on his chest. His roommate was as hot as shit – straight, tall thin Italian kid – thin and muscular – black hair all over – probably had a hot dick from what Matt could tell but he rarely got a look at it. All he knew as that he wanted it really bad. Right now he was just lost in the musky smell of Chris' underwear. So lost he just barely heard the door open and jammed the underpants under his sheets. Still, he was sitting there with his jeans unzipped and a hard on showing through is underwear when Chris walked in. It was tough not to look guilty.
"Having fun man?" Chris asked as he shut the door behind him.
"Fuck – just getting ready for class man. Got a little distracted"
"I can see that," said Chris. Matt could smell him from his bed – Chris must have just run 5 miles or so and was covered with sweat. His shorts were so wet from sweat that Matt could see every detail of Chris's cock. "Hey man, you see where I put my underpants? They were right here on my bed."
"Don't know man," said Matt. "You sure you left them there?" Matt was up now and zipping up his pants. Chris looked over at his bed and saw a corner of his briefs showing under Matt's sheets.
"Hey dude, they're under the sheet on your bed!" Chris reached over and pulled the briefs from under Matt's sheet. "This is definitely them." Matt just stood there – his face getting red and having no idea what to say. "You fucking queer man? You were just jacking to my underwear? What the fuck."
"Look Chris – really, I don't know what to say – I don't know what got into me..."
"I know what got into you man – you want my dick is what got into you."
"Man, please, sorry, please don't tell anyone. I don't know what I was thinking – just got carried away.
"Why don't you get carried away on this man?" Chris stood in front of him and grabbed his own cock through his shorts – clearly getting a little chubbed too."
"man, I can't.. I couldn't..."
"Get on your knees dude – you know you want to suck it "
Matt got on his knees in front of Chris. He actually did want Chris's cock – he had wanted it since the day he met him when he moved in the room. He had wanted his cock and so much more. Chris stood about 5 inches in front of him. His wet sweat shorts choking him in a deep odor of musk and sweat. Matt couldn't help himself. Without hesitation he sucked Chris's head through this sweaty running shorts. He could feel Chris' already hardening cock respond even more.
"Yeah man," Chris moaned. "take that cock dude." Matt took his cock even deeper into his mouth through Chris' shorts and the same time he was pulling them down. Chris' cock popped out of his shorts as Matt pulled them down around his legs. Chris' groin was sweaty and musky as hell. The smell totally overwhelmed Matt to the point he almost came himself. He buried his face in Chris's groin and licked his balls and under his balls half way to his hairy ass. Chris moaned and pushed his groin further into Matt's face. Matt twisted his face upwards and backwards as he worked his tongue into Chris' ass hole while Chris stood over him.
