Everyone is over the age of 18
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George is a snorer. That is the one downside of him as a roommate. Usually, it's kind of this soft rumbling and nothing some earplugs can't handle. Last night though, he must have been sleeping really well, because it was thunderous this morning.
“George,” I croak, peeling one eye open. “George!” My body is as heavy as a sack of potatoes and somehow my mind still thought my arm was going to be long enough to touch his shoulder.
Our dorm room is small, but not that small.
God, he's loud.
“George!” My throat clears and the word projects out of me. The snoring stops abruptly and he jolts awake, his dark brown hair sticking up in every direction.
“What happened?” His usual round shaped eyes are slanted.
“Nothing. You're snoring too loud.”
“Oh.” George lays back down. “I was having the craziest dream, dude.”
“Uh huh.” I snuggle into my blanket. We couldn't be past 6 am, and there's not a more interesting story than what my pillow can tell me right now.
“I took something from the RA’s room… and it turned out to be a boner pill.”
“No, that was real life,” I say, the memories of last night flooding back into my head. He was ridiculously hard and horny.
“Shit, really?” George turns to his side to face me, his heavy bangs sliding off his forehead. “Wait, so… you…”
“Yeah.” All the sleepiness evaporates from me as his hazel eyes glow in the dawn's light.
I sucked you off.
“Did I really…”
Cum twice? Yeah.
“Shit.” A sheepish smile matches the dorkiness of his bed head. I shuffle my blanket between my knees to create something to push my morning wood against. “I smoked way too much last night.”
For all that he smokes, his jizz actually tasted decent. I thought that all that grass would surely show up in his seed, but it was pretty sweet.
“Well, fuck, this is awkward,” George says.
“It's fine. It happens.” My boner aches against my clump of blankets. “College, you know.”
“I owe you one though, yeah? Two, I guess.” With effort, he sits up and stretches. “Let me smoke you out.”
“I don't smoke.” I couldn't find the motivation to sit up. It's Saturday so there are no classes.
“College, you know?” My roommate scratches his crotch through his comic-book boxers. “I'll set it up for you.”
He's got morning wood. I watch it bounce in his boxers, nowhere as rigid as last night, as he pulls on some sweats. Then, he reaches under the bed and pulls out a bong.
“What else you hiding under there?” I say, half my face glued to the pillow.
“Don't go under there if you don't wanna find out,” he chuckles. “Be right back.”
He leaves the room, and I get an overwhelming urge to look under his bed. First, a fleshlight and now a bong. What else is he going to pull out of there next? Still, the weight of my body in the morning keeps me down. The only thing awake really, is my cock.
When George comes back, he sits at the table with his smoking contraption. The room smells like a skunky type of herb as he works, grinding the flower in some metallic thing.
“Alright, time to get deflowered.”
“Already did that before I got here.”
“Come on, dude. It won't hurt you.” George pulls the blinds open, and the light on my face makes me sit up if only to avoid it. “I put some ice in this beauty so it should be nice and smooth.”
“I don't think we can do that here,” I say. I have been curious about trying, of course.
“Take a huff, then blow it directly out the window.” He opens it. “I do it all the time.”
“You're never here.”
“I'm never here when you’re here. Don't wanna interrupt your dick sucking marathon.” George points the opening towards me. “There you go. Make sure your mouth forms a seal. Ready?”
“Mmm.” My voice resonates in the glass.
“Okay, suck.” The lighter flicks. “Go.”
I don't know what the fuck the ice is for, because that shit still burned my throat like it was fire. Forget the window, I held it for maybe 3 seconds before I coughed it out. George took over and sucked up the rest of it.
“I don't know…” I cough. “...why anyone would… do that…”
“Don't remember you having a gag reflex in my dream.” His voice is a little strained as he blows smoke out the window.
“Maybe you just weren't big enough,” I retort.
“Hey! Not nice. You want another one? Just a little,” he says as he points it towards me. Curiosity gets me, and I lean in. If I'm already doing it, I might as well… do it.
The second time went better, because I knew what to expect. It still was a burning feeling, but I managed to get towards the window, and I coughed it out there.
Like, a lot of coughing.
And somewhere in the middle of the coughing fit, I started to understand why people do this.
“Yeah?” George asks knowingly.
“Yeah,” I giggle at the floating feeling.
He's pretty cute with his messy hair. He probably would be more handsome if he got a nice fade or something, but then it wouldn't match his round cheeks. Maybe if he just brushed those bangs back, it would work.
“Thanks for saving my life yesterday.”
“Wow, didn’t know I could just skip the degree and become a doctor,” I say.
“Gave CPR to my dick.” He laughs and I can't hold back my giggling. “Dude, it was insane. Have you done that before?”
“Put something that doesn't belong to me in my mouth?”
“Dude!” We both laugh in a haze, and it feels good to have that core-shaking kind of giddiness.
We basically only have one table in the room, kind of separating our two beds. It's a long enough of a table to share, but there's no divider in the middle. We leaned back on our respective chairs.
“Why haven't we hung out, man?” George asks, spreading his thick legs in a comfortable position.
“I don't know. Your friends look weird.” He nods at my statement with a fair enough kind of frown.
“Your friends look like they all suck dick,” he says, and I make the same face as him. Not inaccurate. Although maybe they're not my friends. “You've been really going for it, huh? You know what, we need to come up with a system. Like the sock on the door or something.”
“Sure.”
I guess he'd like to have sex in here sometimes too. He's a handsome guy, and I think a lot of girls would be into his stoner teddy bear look. I mean, he is cute. Kinda sexy too with the contrast of his manly body and boyish face.
“Anyway, sorry about last night. Smoking already kinda gets me going, and then getting that extra kick was… wow.” He makes an explosion sound with his mouth. “It felt insane though. You're good at what you do.”
“You think so?” I didn't know I could feel each individual heartbeat like that.
“Best head I've had. Thought it was a dream,” George says with honesty. “Fuck, this isn't leaving the room right?”
I'm rock hard, and I can only imagine that he is feeling it too.
“Do you always cum twice?” I ask, stretching my feet towards him.
“No, that was new.” My foot touches his and he doesn't move it away.
“Wanna try it again?” I ask, rubbing the side of my foot against his. His hazel eyes, shot with red, look into mine like they're determining if I'm joking.