Did Dan think I was offering to touch his dick?! I didn’t want him to think I was gay or make him weirded out. I mean, I don’t mind gay people I’ve been hit on a few times and found it very flattering. My best friend in high school had a huge dick that I saw on several occasions. I’ve thought about what it would feel like to wrap my hand around it. I even thought once or twice that it was impressive and I kind of liked it. But I’ve never been turned on by a guy or anything. Tomorrow I’ll make sure Dan understands I didn’t mean I wanted to touch him.
I woke up and Dan was still asleep. I wanted to be nice so I quietly worked on cleaning our room, all his stuff too. He began to stir and I looked at him, he was in just boxer briefs on his bed. I could see the outline of his dick, looked pretty big. I found myself wondering if he was as big as my best friend. I wasn’t small exactly, but barely average.
“Umm, hey.” Dan said interrupting my thought. I looked at his face – oh shit. I was just staring at his junk. He doesn’t know I was just thinking, I wasn’t ogling him.
“Oh Dan, I’m sorry buddy I was lost in thought. I wasn’t like checking you out.” I expressed vehemently.
“Yeah, umm, hey, if you wanted to help me, like I would take any help I can get.” Dan said not covering himself which I thought was a little weird.
“Sure buddy, anything. Just let me know how I can help.” I was not connecting all the dots. I studied a lot, but because I had to. I am not the smartest person in the world.
“You know. Umm, will you like, grab me to see if I, you know, can stop myself from cumming immediately?” He managed to get it.
“Oh wow dude. I don’t think I can do that. Wouldn’t that be super weird?” I was surprised he just asked.
“Yes. Definitely weird, but I’m at a complete loss for what to do. I’m willing to try anything. I’ll look away and you just like grab my dick through my underwear that way if I cum it won’t get everywhere. Please.” He sounded so unhappy and closed his eyes I thought – what a poor guy. He must feel terrible having to even ask me such a thing.
“Yeah. Sure.” I said taking the few steps to approach his bed. I stared at his big dick. It was so impressive and I don’t know why that made me kind of excited. I reached my hand toward him, “okay, here we go Dan.” I said right before my hand made contact with his cock. I lightly squeezed it. I kind of caressed it and I could feel how hard he was. I kind of liked it.
“That’s awesome dude, I’m not feeling at all like I’m going to cum. Pull it out.” He said almost commanding me.
I just listened to him. I fiddled with his waist band and he just decided the easier path would be to lose them altogether. He grabbed his underwear and pushed them down and took them all the way off. There was his lightly trimmed pubes, two very large balls, and a huge dick. I couldn’t help my reaction and I uttered a single word, “wow.”
Daniel smiled at me, “it’s pretty big I guess.”
I smiled back. I don’t know why, but I didn’t want him to know how much I liked it. “It’s big I guess, but still kinda gross you know.” That ought to bolster my straight cred, I thought, while wrapping my fingers around his shaft. He widened his legs a bit and I still don’t know why but I started moving my hand up and down. Just lightly, only moving the skin.
About a minute went by before he gasped, pushed his hips toward me and I felt his cock throbbing as his cum began to spill out. I was entranced – I just jerked off Dan. “Nice dude, I lasted like a minute or more. Next time we better time it.” It didn’t cross my mind there would be a next time.
“I’m going to go wash my hands.” I said with a laugh hoping to make it clear this was a funny situation, nothing more. My first defense mechanism has always been to try to make a joke. I was definitely feeling the need to put up a defense after not only jerking off Dan, but thinking about how much I like looking at his giant dick and balls.
Daniel laughed and said he was going to get cleaned up too. Both back in the room, I assumed Daniel would study all day just as I would. Which meant a lot of quiet except keyboards and I was mostly correct. We went to the dining hall in our building for lunch. While eating mostly in silence, Daniel asked, “do you think certain foods affect orgasms?”
“Wow, you think about this 24/7 don’t you.” I replied
“Sorry, buddy. You don’t know what it’s like. I have never really been with a girl at all. Even the only ‘almost handjob’ I have received is from my roommate slash best friend.” He said.
“I’m your best friend?” Was my very stupid response.
“Oh, I think you’re the coolest friend I’ve had. I don’t really know many others here yet you know. I know you have a lot of friends. You’re much more outgoing than I am.” He smiled weakly.
“No, I don’t have a lot of friends here. You’re right we’re definitely besties.” I smiled big. “To answer your question, I’ve heard about things like eating fruit or smoking making cum taste different. However, the only thing I’ve heard of that can keep you from orgasming are drugs like cocaine or anti-depressants. Before you even consider it – I’ll tell you that I won’t be best friends with a druggy.”
“Yeah, not my scene. I would never jeopardize my future and I’m not depressed.” He said, finishing lunch. I followed him back to our room and sat at my desk. He stood in the middle of the room for a minute.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“You want to help me again? See if I can double my record, go at least 2 minutes?” He asked, not at all seeming bashful this time.
I knew it was going to come up again; I just didn’t expect it so quickly. I hadn’t really thought through my feelings or how I wanted to handle the situation. Truth is, I want to help him and I like his huge package. Problem is I am scared that I am so interested in his huge package. I can’t be gay; I wondered if it’s not uncommon for other straight guys to have an appreciation for large genitals but no one talks about it.
“Dan, I do want to help you. I swear I really do, but I have to be honest, it weirds me out a lot to make you cum. It just doesn’t seem wholly normal friendship stuff. You know?” I tried to make a case for why we shouldn’t do this without saying my real feelings.
“Yeah, I get it. It’s a lot to ask from a friend. I’d feel weird about it too probably. I just know that you’ve been with a lot of girls so I’m comfortable there is not an attraction thing and I’m so desperate that I guess it’s easier for me to overlook the weird part than it is for you. We can just drop it. I’m very thankful I got you assigned as my roommate and you’re such a good guy.” Dan was so sincere.
“That means a lot Dan. I’m thankful too. I’m sorry, I guess I didn’t think enough about how your, uh, problem, affects you. I’ll help again. It’s just barely touching you – it’s not like we’re boning. Haha!” I laughed as I got up. I don’t know exactly what he said that changed my mind, but his praise of me definitely helped. I wanted to earn it, I wanted more of it from him.