Continued from My Amazing Roomate 1:

 

There was a knock on the door. I looked up. Before I could say anything, the door opened and a student entered. He saw me and quickly shut the door behind him. "You must be Bill, I'm Doug Moore, captain of the swimming team. I see you've already met Andy." "Uh, hi," I mumbled. "How do you know Andy?" "Oh, I stopped by earlier looking for you and we had a chance to get acquainted. I came back to see if you, and Andy, were in. I needed to see if you would come out for the swim team and to see if Andy would...well I'm sure you understand." "Well, I'd love to come out for the swim team, since I'm already out for you," I answered. Doug walked over to my bed and placed his hand on my chest, soaking it in the pooled cum still covering me. He placed three fingers in his mouth sucking off the juice. "Don't you love his taste?" I sampled some for myself and bobbed my head yes. "You know, I hadn't had any sex with guys before this morning," he admitted. "I didn't understand what the attraction was and I had all the girls I needed to satisfy me. But, when I saw Andy, I had to be with him. He took charge of me. I felt both helpless and secure in his arms and I never felt anything so pleasurable as him inside me." As Doug remembered, I could see the good sized bulge down the leg of his jeans lengthen. "Say, while I'm waiting for Andy, do you mind if I do you? I want to feel what it's like to give instead of receive." Without waiting for my answer, he peeled off his shirt. I examined his body. He was a couple of years older than me, a couple of inches taller and, when he shucked his pants, I saw to my surprise, a couple of inches longer. He was in competitive shape and, like me, a natural blond. His skin, tanned after the summer, was almost as dark as Andy's. He climbed on the bed and lay on top of me, swirling his stiff tool along my abs to cover it with cum. I rolled out from under him, turned onto my front and pushed to my knees with my head on the pillow and ass pointed up for him. He got behind me and placed the tip at my entrance. He pushed in accompanied by a squishing sound as Andy's cum was forced out to make room. I hardly felt him going in, he was so small compared to what had been there. But, after a few strokes, concentrating on squeezing my ass muscles, I adjusted. "Ah, that's it," he purred. "You're much tighter than a girl. This is great." Doug was getting into a good rhythm. I reached back and stroked my own dick to life. Then Andy returned with a damp towel draped around his thick neck. "Hi, Andy. I wanted to see you. I thought I'd get to know your roommate a bit better while I was waiting. I hope you don't mind." Through this little speech Doug hadn't missed a beat. "I don't mind if Bill doesn't," replied Andy. "And, from the look of him, he doesn't. I'll join you." I felt the bed sag as Andy got on. Looking between my legs, I could see him take position behind Doug. When he was ready to make penetration, Andy pushed Doug against my ass, burying him in me to the hilt. Then he slid into Doug. "Ah...Ahh...Ahhh. That...feels...so...fantastic," cooed Doug. "I can't get enough of this." When he was in deep, Andy took charge, stroking Doug's ass with his full strength. Each inward stroke would slam into his ass with a loud smack and force Doug into my own ass. I was pounded flat onto the sheets after a few impacts. When Andy would pull out, Doug would try to rise, sliding part way out of me, only to be slammed back. "I'm...I'm...cumming...," Doug announced as he unloaded up my already flooded guts. Andy didn't slack the pace and the continued stimulation, front and rear, kept Doug hard. He was moaning almost continuously. I don't know if he was even capable of coherent speech, so overcome with pleasure was he. At last, Andy gave a tremendous lunge, sandwiching Doug's body between us. I could feel him unloading, his prick bucking inside Doug's guts beat against my back. I shot my own load into the damp sheets as Doug added a new increment to my soggy intestines. After a few minutes to let us recover, Andy stood up, holding Doug to his body and pulling his dick from my ass. I sat up on the bed, trying, not completely successfully, to hold all the love juice inside me. Andy slid out while still supporting a somewhat dazed Doug with one arm around his chest. Doug was also having some trouble closing his ass once Andy withdrew and soon his inner thighs were coated with the leakage. "Everyone, shower, now," Andy ordered. He half carried Doug into the bath while I followed. The stall shower was built for one and would have been tight for Andy alone, but, we all squeezed in. I faced Andy's back and Doug faced his front. We shared the delightful chore of washing him. I took the opportunity to slide up Andy's ass as he spread his legs slightly to improve my access. I wasn't able to move much in the tight stall but his muscle control was so fantastic that he milked my shaft. Moans from in front of Andy told me what his pole was doing. I reached between Andy's legs to rub his shaft as it pushed between Doug's legs and through his stretched ass hole. Andy began an short undulating motion of his hips which was all the confined space would allow. The heat from his ass seemed to spread through my body. The air felt warm in spite of the cooling spray of the shower. I reached under Andy's flaring lats to hold the firm mounds of his bulging pecs. My palms rubbed the eraser-like points of his tits which poked out from his smooth skin. Unbelievably, Andy's dick lifted Doug off the floor. He wrapped his arms around Andy's thick neck to steady himself while his feet slipped around behind muscular calves that were as big as our upper legs. When Andy climaxed, the contractions of his ass in time with those of his dick brought me off. Meanwhile, some of Doug's cum arched over Andy's shoulders to spray me in white rain. After a few minutes more to cool down and clean up again, we left the shower. Back in the main room, we dried ourselves. Doug got dressed. Andy made no move to put on clothes. He just held me lightly in front of him, his semi-hard dick at a 45 degree angle between my thighs, one insanely bulging arm over my shoulder and across my chest while his head towered over my other shoulder. We just watched Doug as he finished dressing. When Doug is dressed, he starts to leave, then turns back as if he remembers something. "Bill, the swim team is having a meeting tonight at eight in their training room by the pool in the athletic complex. I'd like you to come, and, bring Andy. I'm sure the guys will want to meet him." I look up to Andy, who smiled. "Sure, we'll be there," I promise. With a final wave, Doug departs. "Well, Bill, I'm hungry, how about you? We have some time to refuel before your team meeting. Let's get dressed." "Sounds great," I agreed. As Andy stepped away from me I felt his shaft slide through my legs and was a little disappointed that I would have to wait a few hours to experience it again. I watched him as he put on a white lycra muscle shirt that fit him like a second skin. The low cut neck dipped below his pecs and his lats flared out almost a foot from each arm opening. He chose some blue jeans that were almost as tight as his top. They must have been custom made to conform so well to the outrageous musculature of his legs without any slack in the hips and waist. The tube of his dick was clearly visible running down the inside of his left thigh almost to his knee. Both legs were intentionally torn just below the knees. It's a popular style that should lead to an interesting effect when Andy gets hard. Meanwhile, I grabbed my own jeans and added a knit top. We were ready. Andy placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me across campus to the student cafeteria. It was amazing the effect he had on people. Most everyone would stare at him as we passed, but, few actually approached. At the cafeteria, Andy piled his tray with enough food for three men his size. If he really turns all that into cum we're in for an interesting time this evening, I thought. We found a booth and, when we sat down, I pushed in on the same side as Andy so I could feel his body next to mine while we ate. There was one thing that still worried me. "Andy, shouldn't we have used condoms today?" "Of course, you're right. These days a guy can't be too careful. But, as I said, for some reason, I don't get sick, and, therefore, I can't make you sick. That's fortunate since they don't make condoms in my size. Another thing is the people I fuck don't seem to get sick either. But, the effect isn't permanent; if you don't see me for a couple months the effect wears off. My cum also won't cure disease; I tried. So, you don't want to get in any bad habits, use a condom unless you're with me." "Another effect," he continued, "appears to be that my cum acts as a growth stimulant. Most of the guys I was with regularly added fifteen to twenty percent in size, speed and endurance. They also added a few inches to their dicks. The effect takes a few weeks and appears to increase with frequency of exposure." "So, I should be set up to make some spectacular gains. Now tell me how your magnetic sexual personality works," I said, changing the subject. "It's basically just a matter of look and touch. See that guy cleaning tables over there," indicating a well built student working about thirty feet away. "Watch." The kid was stacking dishes on a large tray. As he looked up, he froze for a moment as he made eye contact with Andy. He put down his tray and walked toward our table. When he came closer, I could see that he was a serious bodybuilder. At 5'6" and about 180 pounds he looked in contest shape. When he arrived, he stood next to Andy, looking a little confused. He asked, "Can I help you?" "Yes, which way is the men's room?" asked Andy, touching his hand. When their hands touched, you could see a change come over him. His eyes opened very wide as he scanned Andy's body, his face flushed and he licked his lips. "It's just over there. I'll show you," he replied at last. Andy got up and said to me, "I'll be back in ten minutes." With that he followed his quarry, who looked over his shoulder every few seconds to assure himself that Andy was still coming. I toyed with my food. Ten minutes later, Andy reappeared and sat beside me, looking calm and collected, like nothing happened. "Well," I started, but Andy held up his hand. A couple minutes later the busboy showed up. He looked like he'd spent a hour in a sauna. His face, hair and shirt were soaked in perspiration. He was trying to adjust his pants. He looked over this way, bit his lower lip and then hurried off. He was walking a bit funny. I supposed I would have walked funny after my first fuck with Andy if I hadn't had any time to recover. "In high school, my friends could always tell when I broke in a new boy by the walk. They would rush over, congratulate him, ask him how it was and tell him about the weekend parties." It was time for my meeting. We got up and left. On the way out the guy Andy fucked, looking more composed now, rushed up to him and handed him a note. He showed it to me. It said: 303 Freemont Hall Anytime We arrived for the team meeting just a bit after eight. It was in a room just off the pool used for training. When we walked by, a few team members were swimming laps. The training room had a weight setup, a couple of massage tables and a large Jacuzzi along with the normal desks and chairs. About eight guys are lounging around waiting for the meeting to start. Doug spots Andy and I and scurries over to greet us. Doug introduces us to the team members. Andy is naturally the center of attention. I can see he is having an effect, but, compared to his performance in the cafeteria, he's taking it slow. The guys from the pool wandered in, drying themselves. Two of them, identical twins, blond and handsome, are particularly striking. They looked familiar and, I later found out, they had done some modeling. When we were introduced, I could tell Andy was taken by them. I think he has a special fondness for blondes. Doug went to the front of the group and started the meeting. He introduced me officially as a freshman team member and then proceeded to routine business and scheduling matters. While Doug talked, Andy moved between the twins and placed a hand on their shoulders, drawing them close to his torso. Each twin reached a hand behind his back and began exploring his muscles. Their explorations reached his butt simultaneously and their hands touched. They looked at each other across the expanse of Andy's chest and smiled. Andy gave them a squeeze. "That ends our regular agenda," Doug continued. "You met Andy Wang, Bill's roommate. I know we've all been admiring his development. I asked Bill to bring him along so he could help us. I met Andy only this morning and I can tell you that he's already made a big difference for me. Why don't you give us a strength demonstration, Andy. I'm sure we're all eager to see what your body can do." All eyes turn to Andy who raises an arm in acknowledgment. He walks with the twins over to the bench press rack and, releasing the twins with a final hug, loads the bar up with every large weight available, 600 pounds. "Will you two sit on the bar for more resistance?" Andy asks the twins. They agree and Andy lifts them onto it, one on either side of the bench. He then strips off his top and hits a few poses for the assembled swimmers. He makes eye contact with each one, turning up the temperature. Andy lays down on the bench. He reaches up and grasps the bar right between each twin's legs, brushing their crotches with his fingers. He strains. All his muscles pop into dramatic relief, swelling and bulging like never before. The bar rises slowly until his arms are fully extended. "One," he says. He lowers the bar and presses it up again and again, almost a thousand pounds. By the time he hits twenty reps, the whole team is counting them off and cheering him on. His pecs and triceps are pumped to inhuman size. Also being pumped is his dick. By rep thirty it has poked its head through the hole in the knee of his jeans and, by forty, another five inches have followed. Andy stops at fifty. He stands up and helps the twins off the bar. Both their dicks are sticking up past their speedos, almost to their navels. The blond brothers crowd around him, feeling his pumped muscles. Then they combine to strip him out of his jeans. Freed from its denim cage, his dick leaps up, pointing straight out from his body, a pole of rigid flesh almost two feet long. The twins rub their hands along its length, admiring it. Andy offers a feel to the other team members. Doug, the team captain, takes the lead by boldly getting to his knees and sucking the head into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. When he stands up, he quickly undresses releasing his own erection. The others follow, some eagerly, some hesitantly. The touch seems to transform them so that, by the time Andy moves on, each one is hard and most are leaking precum in anticipation of sex with this muscle god. Andy returns to the twins, who looked disappointed when he moved off to show the others. Andy turns one around, grabs him by the waist from the back and lifts him effortlessly off his feet. He positions him so he can slide his shaft between the speedos and the butt. As he draws the twin to him, his dick slides through the crack and pushes his swim briefs clear off. Without even removing the dangling piece of fabric, he repeats the process with the other twin, who gives a little squeal of delight while being so forcefully manipulated. Andy leads them to one of the massage tables and bends them over it, side by side. They look at each other, smile, then look back at Andy. "Bill, could you help me with a little lubrication?" Andy requests. I hurry over, drop to my knees, remove the two skimpy trunks still hanging from the end and open my mouth. Andy pushes in as I lubricate the invading shaft with my tongue. I repeat this afternoon's performance, taking him until my nose presses into his soft pubic bush. Everyone stares in amazement, most stroking their own hard tools. Andy was not after a quick lick, he wants to cum. He holds my head as he slides his shaft through my body. The pace becomes more rapid and in a minute he starts to unload. After depositing one load deep inside, he pulls almost all the way out, flooding my mouth with his second spurt. Then he pushes back in, coating himself with his own juice as I struggle to swallow him and his cum. He pulls out again, all the way this time, still spurting strongly. He directs a shot at my hand, wildly beating my own meat. I cum. The next shots are directed at the twins, soaking their exposed asses. Then he turns around in a quick circle laying lines of cum across the assembled team. When he finally stops shooting, his dick stays hard, glistening with cum and saliva. He steps up to the twins. He positions himself at the entrance of one of them. The other caresses his brother and draws close for a kiss. Tongues dart from mouth to mouth. With a finger, then two and three, he works some of his cum inside and relaxes the opening. Slowly, Andy pushes in. Using short strokes, he gets about a foot inside. He then pulls out and repeats the process with the other brother. He continues until he has embedded himself to the hilt in both. I'm always surprised that his dick, which is so hard and unyielding when you touch it, can feel so comfortable when it's inside. Then Andy alternates, taking a full stroke on one, pulling all the way out and plowing the other. This way he excites them equally. Soon their moans and cries of pleasure fill the room. Sweat beads on their backs and their hard dicks hanging over the edge of the table steadily drip precum into growing puddles on the floor. Then Andy unloads. It triggers the twins' orgasm. The second brother starts unloading in sympathy even before Andy switches to give him the next load from his balls. The three way explosion continues for two minutes as Andy shifts between them, not wasting a drop. Finally, he lays a line of cum down the brothers' backs from their heads to their butts. Andy bends over and shares a three way kiss with them while he rubs his cum into their backs and hair. A couple of sophomores, impatient for their turn, urge him toward the weight bench. The evening picks up steam as Andy fucks his way through the entire team. I laid on an exercise mat and watched his performance. Sex on the weight bench, the Jacuzzi, the desk, the floor, against the wall, anywhere. The only constant was that, when his partner collapsed in pleasure and exhaustion, Andy was still hard and ready with an inexhaustible supply of cum. After a couple of hours, Andy walks over to me carrying one twin under each arm. He had just finished doing them for the third time. He sets them down, one on each side of me. They rest, utterly spent, eyes half shut, breathing deeply. "Now for that special treat I promised you," he softly says to me. I wonder what he means. He kneels behind me and I know what that means. I lift my legs and rest them on his cannon ball shaped shoulders to give him easy access. Before he enters he says to the twins, "When I finish with Bill, he'll be delirious. I'd like you to stay with him and take care of him until I return." They weakly nod agreement. Andy pushes his monster tool right up my gut and begins a steady stroke, building the pace, intensity and pleasure. I love it. Fucking with anyone else could never be truly satisfying. After too few minutes, we reach the peak. I feel him spray my guts with his juice. I shoot with him, my jizz coating my chest and abs. As the flow stops momentarily while he builds for the next spurt, a new sensation begins radiating from the point deep inside where his dick ends. It feels like millions of tiny fingers massaging my gut from within. The sensation builds with each new spurt. By the tenth it's overwhelming, the feelings move up and down my intestines going far beyond where even Andy could reach. He withdraws and moves off to other encounters. I don't even notice, so focused am I on the pleasure spreading inside me. Is this what a superman's sperm feels like? I don't remember much of the rest of the night. The twins took turns, one caressing my head while the other sucked my dick which continued to spurt cum. After a timeless interval of bliss, Andy returned, poured me into my clothes, hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me back to our dorm room. I must have been shooting, because, in the morning, a leg my pants was still damp clear down to the bottom. He stripped me for bed and laid me down. Sometime in the night I drifted from ecstasy to sleep. When I awoke in the morning for my first day of college, I saw I was in Andy's bed. He was asleep behind me with his huge shaft up my ass and mighty arm draped over my chest. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and hear his heart beating in his chest. As I squeezed my ass muscles to arouse him, I thanked my lucky stars that I had drawn Andy as my roomate.