My Hot Roommate Gets Rough Gay Sex with Football Teammate During Summer

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The summer dragged on painfully after my secret trip to California. I kept replaying that hotel room night with Marcus - the way his thick daddy cock stretched me open, the deep pounding, the way I came hands-free while riding him. My hole had been sore for days afterward, a constant dirty reminder. But no matter how intense it was, it only made me miss Josh more. His smile. His scent. The way he looked at me like I was the only person in the room.
We texted almost every day, but it was mostly surface level - gym updates, complaints about family, random memes. Neither of us mentioned hooking up with anyone else. I certainly wasn’t going to tell him I flew across the country to get fucked by a 44-year-old stranger because I was desperate for cock.
One humid July night, I was lying in bed jerking off slowly to an old video I had secretly recorded of Josh stroking his thick cock in our dorm. My phone buzzed. It was Josh calling.
I answered immediately, heart racing.
“Hey man,” his deep voice came through, sounding a little tired but warm. “You up?”
“Yeah. Can’t sleep. Been thinking about you,” I admitted, my hand still loosely wrapped around my hard cock.
There was a pause. I heard him shift on the other end.
“Same. This summer fucking sucks without you around, Patric.” His voice dropped lower. “I’ve been doing some shit I probably shouldn’t have…”
My pulse quickened. I squeezed my cock. “What kind of shit?”
Josh let out a long breath, like he was deciding whether to tell me. Then he started talking.
“Remember Tyler? The big linebacker on the football team I introduced you to at that party? He’s been back home too this summer. We’ve been training together almost every day…”
I stayed quiet, stroking myself slowly as Josh began to tell me what happened.
It started innocently enough, he said. They were lifting at their old high school weight room late one night. The place was empty, just the two of them. Tyler was a beast - 6’4”, 240 pounds of pure muscle, hairy chest, thick legs, and an arrogant attitude that always got him whatever he wanted.
After their workout, both of them were drenched in sweat. Tyler suggested they hit the old locker room showers instead of going home sticky. Josh agreed.
They stripped down. Josh told me he couldn’t help noticing how big Tyler’s cock looked even soft - heavier and longer than his own, hanging thick between massive thighs. Tyler caught him looking.
“See something you like, bro?” Tyler had smirked, stroking his cock a few times casually.
Josh laughed it off at first, but the tension was there. They started showering, but kept glancing at each other. The heat, the sweat, the post-workout testosterone - it all boiled over.
Tyler stepped out of his stall and walked straight over to Josh. Without a word, he pushed Josh against the tiled wall and dropped to his knees. He took Josh’s cock into his mouth in one hungry motion, sucking him deep and hard.
“Fuck… Tyler was aggressive as hell,” Josh groaned into the phone. I could hear him breathing heavier now. I imagined he was stroking himself while telling me this. “He sucked my dick like he was starving for it. Sloppy, loud, gagging himself on me. I had my hands in his hair and just fucked his face.”
I moaned softly, my own hand moving faster on my cock as I pictured it - my hot, muscular Josh getting his thick cock worshipped in a steamy locker room.
Josh continued, voice rough with memory:
“I came down his throat in like four minutes. He swallowed every drop, then stood up and told me it was my turn. He turned around, braced his hands on the wall, and pushed that big, muscular ass out at me. His hole was hairy and tight-looking. I was still horny as fuck, so I dropped down and ate his ass like a man possessed. He was moaning loud, calling me a good little cocksucker, telling me to get his hole wet for his dick.”
My breathing was getting ragged. “Then what?”
“I fucked him,” Josh said bluntly. “Right there in the locker room. No condom. Raw. I spit on my cock and pushed inside him. He was so tight… tighter than I expected for a big dominant guy like him. I railed him hard against the wall, slapping my hips against that thick ass. The sound echoed everywhere.”
I was leaking heavily now, stroking faster.
“He kept egging me on - ‘Harder, bro. Breed that hole. Fill me up.’ I lost it. I fucked him like an animal, grabbing his hips, pounding deep. When I came, I unloaded so much cum inside him it was dripping down his thighs. He jerked himself off while I was still inside him and shot all over the tiles.”
Josh paused, then continued with the next encounter.
“But that wasn’t the only time. We started meeting up almost every other night. Sometimes at the locker room, sometimes in his truck in an empty parking lot. One night he got really dominant. He made me suck him first, then bent me over the hood of his truck and fucked me raw under the stars.”
My eyes widened. “He fucked you?”
“Yeah…” Josh’s voice was thick with shame and arousal. “He’s bigger than me. Thicker. It hurt at first, but then it felt so fucking good. He pinned me down and bred me deep. Called me his secret college bitch. I came hands-free while he was pounding my prostate.”
I was so close to the edge listening to him. The thought of Josh - my Josh - getting dominated and bred by this big, hairy football player made me insanely jealous and insanely horny at the same time.
“We did it a bunch more times,” Josh confessed. “Sometimes he’d bring lube and fuck me for over an hour. Slow and deep, then hard and rough. He loved pulling out and making me taste his cock after it had been in my ass. Made me clean him with my mouth.”
“Fuck, Josh…” I moaned, my balls tightening.
“I thought about you the whole time,” he admitted quietly. “Every time Tyler was balls-deep in me, I was imagining it was you. Every time I fucked him, I wished it was your tight hole instead.”
That sent me over. I came hard, shooting thick ropes across my chest and stomach while moaning his name.
Josh groaned on the other end too. I could tell he was cumming as well, breathing ragged as he told me how much he missed me.
After we both caught our breath, the call grew softer.
“I don’t want anyone else when we get back to Stanford,” he said. “I want us to finally go all the way. I want to be your first, Patric.”
“I want that too,” I whispered. “So fucking bad.”
We stayed on the phone for another hour, talking about everything and nothing. But in the back of my mind, the images of Josh getting fucked by Tyler kept flashing - his muscular body bent over, that thick cock stretching him open, cum dripping from his used hole.
It made me jealous. But it also made our eventual reunion feel even more urgent. More necessary.
By the time August rolled around and we both headed back to Stanford for sophomore year, I was desperate. My body was aching for him. And from the way Josh sounded on that call, he was just as hungry for me.
The separation had only made the fire between us burn hotter. And this time, we weren’t going to hold anything back.