Bryce's left hand was groping against the tile wall, looking for something stable to grab onto as he felt every muscle start to tense up. "I've got to cum. I NEED to cum. FUCK I want to shoot my cum!" His eyes were closed tight. His mouth gaped open in a silent scream of pleasure and ecstasy. But just before he released his seed, Bryce looked down at his cock, his hungry eyes singularly focused on the nearly 8 inches of manhood in his hand. Tunnel vision blurring out all else. Nothing but cock was in his mind. And just as Bryce was about to cum, he pointed his prick at his own face and let loose.
"I need it. I fuckin' need..." Bryce thought as rope after rope of thick cum shot out of his dick and splattered against his face. "Holy shit that's a load!" Bryce's mind reeled from the shock of the first volley, but desire soon took hold as a desperate thirst to taste his own seed. He found himself opening his mouth wide, his tongue out to catch the arc of cum. White hot sperm shot into his mouth, and dribbled down other parts of his cheek, chin, and eyebrow. "Fuck yeah! I shot that shit all over!" As the orgasm subsided, the spurts of cum landed on his chest and rolled down his pecs and settled into the crevasses of his abs. Bryce squeezed out every drop of cum just as he milked the last waves of his orgasm from his dick. But the look of hunger didn't subside. "...So fucking hot..." With both hands, Bryce scooped up the cum all over his body and fed it to himself, licking every finger clean. "Mmm, fuck..." Bryce thought, savoring the taste as he rolled it across his tongue.
The sound of the door startled Bryce, nervously whistling while he quickly cleaned himself up under the shower head. Snatching his towel to covering up, he tucked in his semi and started to the exit when he passed Lee, barely registering the fact it was his roommate. Instead, he furrowed his brow trying to wrap his mind around what just happened in the shower while he made his way back to the dorm, still lost in thought. His mind refused to move on, insisting to wander through the moments that just unfolded. Slowly it began to dawn on him that he just ate his own load, something he never had done before.
Absentmindedly reliving the moment again, Bryce grabbed his half-chub, his gaze unfocused far off down the empty corridor. The image of a cock shooting cum replaying through his mind's eye. As his fingers touched the brushed metal door knob of his room, an image of Lee flashed through the jock's mind. Not any normal image that would have come to Bryce, but rather an image of Lee nude, as seen from below, with a steely-hard cock throbbing above his face. A twitch of his own dick made him snap out of the trance and hurry inside.
The next morning, Bryce woke up to a raging hardon which he gave a firm squeeze. The football player gently opened his eyes to see he had woken up an hour before his alarm, his boner to blame. Looking over at his roommate's bed across the room, Bryce muttered under his breath how he'd rather be alone to attend the unrelenting erection currently tenting the basketball shorts he freeballed in for pjs. Stealing a glance under the sheets he saw just how soaked his shorts were with precum and whispered to himself an agitated, "Fuck." Conspiratorially, Bryce glanced toward his roommate and quietly reached over to his end table and turned off the alarm before it would have the chance to go off. Lee stirred in his distant bed, but Bryce concluded his roommate was still sleeping judging by the slow and steady breathing.
Bryce confidently got out of bed, stretching the sleepiness out of his soft-but-muscled body. His biceps flexing with his arms behind his head. His chest and abs filling with a deep breath, shirtless, in the middle of the dorm room. Calves and buttocks clenching as Bryce rose to his tip toes. The 7.5 inch hardon jutting into the confining fabric and his loose balls bouncing with every movement into whichever direction his cock was leading. Bryce's eyes were far off again, focused somewhere beyond Lee's sleeping body. He slowly moved his hands down his pecs, across the ridges of his abs and down into his shorts. His right hand grabbing the root of his throbbing dick, his left cupping his balls already churning with cum. The thought of Lee standing over him manifested in his mind again. His view eclipsed by a fat cock that suddenly slapped his face, knocking Bryce back into the present. Eyes widened, he quickly removed his hands from his shorts and focused on getting ready for an early morning practice on the field. Bryce was slipping out the door when he caught himself staring at his sleeping roommate; confused, he tried to shake off the foggy feeling. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he thought.
Practice went long, into which Bryce poured all his energy to escape the recurring image of Lee from his mind. Coach had even given Bryce props for the dedication, which he couldn't quite appreciate through the painful erection still bestowed upon him from that morning. Bryce thought the jockstrap he haphazardly wore to cover up his condition would restrict things enough to get by but as time went on his mind kept returning to Lee. Or a fat cock eclipsing his vision; its thick veins rubbing across his lips.
In the locker room, Bryce waited for the team to leave before he went into the showers lest they spot the wood he was sporting. He jumped under an icy cold stream of water, fighting through the shocking chill, and closed his eyes with the aim to will his condition away; hoping — begging — for his throbbing cock to subside. But the image only surfaced again, clearer than ever before.
Bryce found himself in the middle of the woods, the warm sun beating down on him from a cloudless blue sky. A light breeze rustling through the trees, across the thicket of grass he was in and across his bare skin. Looking down, Bryce noticed he was completely nude; his hard dick casting a shadow onto the granite formation he was kneeling on. Alone at last, Bryce felt a rush of relief as he grabbed hold of his cock and began to jerk it. The wind licked up his back, causing shivers to travel up and down his spine. The jock moaned in pleasure, "Fuuuuuuuck..." giving himself over to the desperate desire to get off at all cost. Bryce leaned back, the light glinting off the nearly invisible blond hairs that dusted his smooth skin.
"I fucking need to cum. I just fucking need it." Bryce spoke, just above a whisper.
"You'll get it," a voice replied.
But Bryce wasn't concerned, nor interested in the source. Dully aware it was speaking to him, and vaguely familiar with its tone, Bryce was more interested in the meat in his hands. His brow knitted with concern, his voice filled with worry that the stranger may not be telling the truth, "I will?"
"Yeah, you'll get all you can take."
The jock was reaching full speed, jackhammering his cock in his hand, his balls slapping his fist on each stroke. Eyes transfixed on his on cock, Bryce pleaded, "Please, let me have it."
"Then look at me," the voice commanded.
Looking up from his spot on the granite, the sun made it hard for Bryce to see where the voice came from. Still beating his dick Bryce squinted through the light and saw a shadow of a person cast over him. It was Lee. His roommate was standing over him with a fat and veiny cock. Bryce could feel his balls tightening, readying themselves to give him sweet release. He stared at the dick slowly getting closer to him. Now mere inches from his face, Bryce couldn't form the words he wanted to say. He wanted to ask for permission to cum. He wanted to aim his own dick at his face and lick up his load like he did in the showers. But no matter how hard he tried, Bryce couldn't do anything but stare at the cock that was now hovering an inch over his face, his nose nearly touching the shaft and the set of low hanging balls dangerously close to his chin.
"Take it," The voice said.
Bryce looked past the cock in his face and into Lee's eyes, "But..."
"Take it." Bryce noticed the disembodied voice belonged to Lee, and somehow that made Bryce want to do what it said. He grabbed the cock and began to jerk it off too. Lee's disembodied voice continued, "You know what you want. You know what to do."
Bryce looked down at his own dick and let it go, noticing the building orgasm hadn't gone away but continued to grow inside him. A smile crept across his face as he realized he'd still get his rocks off without having to touch himself, and so Bryce let himself slip into a blissful trance that had been attempting to take him over. He threw himself at Lee's cock and began to worship it with his hands, tongue and mouth. The orgasm building in strength with every stroke he gave to Lee. The imminence of cumming approaching faster with every drip of precum he consumed from that beautiful cock slapping him in the face. "Fuck yeah, give it to me!" Bryce said, grabbing Lee's balls with one hand and a handful of ass in the other.
"I can't hear you," Lee's voice taunted.
