Nude Modeling w Hung Roommate Pt. 02

I was spared more humiliation after telling Ms. Lin from my seat that I had nothing to add, but I think she might have known my secret for why I was pinned to the desk.

Class mercifully ended and I headed back to my dorm. Clark was gone but a pair of his boxers was strewn across the floor. I normally passed them without a second-glance, or with a hint of anger that he never cleaned our room, but today they caught my eye. My penis was still kind of hard from art class. I couldn't believe that Natalie and Veronica had drawn me with such a tiny dick. And that drawing from Lucy—what was her problem? Did she want to lick Clark's cock herself? Or did she really want to see me, a guy, go down on my roommate?

I couldn't help but grab Clark's boxers as I thought these things. As I stroked my perfectly sized cock that I had always cherished until now, I found myself bringing his light blue, American Eagle underwear closer to my face. As I remembered his massive, throbbing manhood that had filled these boxers the night before, I couldn't help but stroke my cock faster and faster. With the smell of Clark's sweaty balls filling my nose, I shot stream after stream of cum onto the floor.

Not a second passed before I heard a key at the door. Oh shit, I thought. By pulling my pants up and throwing Clark's boxers on the floor, I tried to hide any trace of this embarrassing moment. Noticing a shitload of cum on the floor, I used my socks to wipe it up. Eww, I thought. But I couldn't have my horse-hung roommate slipping on my mess.

"What's up, cuz?" Clark asked me when he walked through the door. "How was art class?"

"It was fine," I lied. "Nothing really happened."

"Did any of the girls talk about me?" he asked, a new hint of arrogance in his voice.

"Nope," I lied again.

"That's funny. Natalie and Veronica have been texting me all morning and they told me about the pictures. Said your art class thought they were real hot shit."

"Oh right. Yeah, we did look at some of the drawings."

"Which one did you like best?" Clark asked. I wondered what he was getting at. Had Natalie and Veronica told him about the pictures at length? Did they mention Lucy's?

"They were all just okay," I replied.

"Oh come on," Clark pushed. "You didn't find any of them the least bit hot? I thought we looked so good yesterday—you with your muscles and throbbing cock, and me with my—you know."

Suddenly I was confused. Was Clark, my sloppy, pot-head roommate, hitting on me?

"I couldn't help but notice how hard you got," Clark said. "I have to admit I got a tad bit jealous. It takes a lot to get my dick hard."

"Um," I gulped. I really had nothing to say.

"I gotta say, I always pegged you as such a soccer and frisbee stud. Every time you walked by me on the way to the shower, I was so impressed by your toned muscles."

I kept staring blankly as Clark's words washed over me.

"I always assumed you had a big cock to boot. You're such a stud in every other way."

Silence lingered after he called me a stud.

"Hey, would you want to fuck Natalie and Veronica sometime? Maybe we can tag team them."

My eyes lit up when he said this. A sense of relief also washed over me. In this moment, we were just two studs on equal footing. Me, with the toned bod and big muscles, and him, with that massive man-meat just waiting to feed these ladies.

"Yeah, dude," I whispered, finally speaking. "That'd be hot."

"What'd be hot about it?" Clark asked, taking off his shirt. It was normal for him to always go shirtless in the dorm room, but I couldn't tell why he was stripping down right now.

"Well, like you said—I've always been wanting to fuck Natalie and Veronica. The nice, pretty girl and the hot, kinky girl. What better way to do both at one time?"

"Yeah, man," Clark replied. "They've both been hitting me up all day and seem so wet and horny. Natalie's also kinkier than you'd think."

At that point, Clark pulled his phone out and showed me a picture of Natalie in front of her mirror. With her body curved in a perfect way, the pic showed her ass and part of her pussy.

"Damn," I said. "I sure wish she sent me that."

"No worries, bro—I got your back. I'll even send it to you right now." And just like that he sent me some nudes from Natalie and Veronica—my two hottest dream girls.

"I gotta say," Clark continued. "I've been wanting to jerk off ever since I got these photos. But I've had class all day and have been holding it in."

He then looked down and noticed a spot of cum I missed on the floor. "Ha—I guess you already had some release, huh, buddy?" Right then Clark pulled down his shorts and stood next to me in green plaid boxers. I think he noticed that his blue pair wasn't where he left it, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he went over to his computer and pulled up Natalie and Veronica's photos on his Macbook.

"Oh shit, they look even hotter blown up. I can't wait to show them this cock again," he said, as he started rubbing his dick. I saw it grow in his boxers just like the night before.

"Man, Natalie and Veronica have been begging me to show them my hard-on all day long. They want a picture so bad, but I just don't want to scare them. Do you know what I mean?"

I didn't know what he meant. If the two hottest girls I knew asked me for a dick pic, I'd send them one in a second.

"Hey man, what do you think? Should I send a dick pic to these smokin' babes?"

"Umm...I guess so," I said, not quite sure how to respond. My eyes were glued to the giant bulge in Clark's boxers, which kept growing bigger as his hand caressed it.

"Have you taken a dick pic before?" Clark asked, standing up. "What do you think is the best angle?"

I stood transfixed as my roommate now stood before me, his enormous hard-on jutting out his boxers. It was somehow still concealed by the fabric, but the waistband was now pushed several inches away from his skin.

I swallowed, hard. Never once in my time playing Frisbee or soccer had I seen such a massive bulge, and I couldn't remember seeing one so big even while watching porn.

Clark smiled at me as he kept stroking his behemoth cock. Then he grabbed his iphone that was sitting on his desk.

"Hey man, could you do me an enormous favor?" he asked. "Could you take a picture of my dick?"

Too stunned to move, I nodded and grabbed his iPhone. My own rock-hard cock was thankfully concealed in my jeans and tight boxer briefs.

Clark kept stroking his dick for a few more seconds as it strained the fabric of his boxers.

"Hey buddy, would you mind getting closer to the ground? I want the angle to make Natalie and Veronica think about sucking it."

I knew in that moment that I should have said no; that I should have bolted from the room or told Clark to fuck off. But for some reason, I found myself dropping to the floor, iPhone in hand, ready to do Clark's bidding.

He stepped up to me as I dropped to my knees—that ridiculous bulge jutting out his boxers now just two feet away.

"This is good," he said, holding his manhood to accentuate the bulge that looked like a crowbar. "Go ahead and take a pic."

Almost in a trance, I took pic after pic of that incredible bulge straining Clark's boxers. Some of the photos had his face in them, his steely eyes staring down at me.

"Okay," Clark said as he lowered his boxers. In one fell swoop, they dropped to the ground and his cock sprung out, smacking hard against stomach.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" I yelled.

Clark just smiled as I silently cursed myself for screaming out loud. On my knees in front of my roommate, I saw his erect manhood and balls for the first time—both of which were even bigger than I expected. Weighty, lemon-sized balls hung below Clark's long, tall, thick, towering anaconda.

"Have you taken a pic yet?" Clark asked. I had been too caught up in his cock to remember why I was on my knees only feet away, and embarrassingly hurried to snap some pics.

Clark inched himself closer and closer to the camera, his steel cock getting perilously close to my head. I couldn't help but compare his dick to the iPhone in my hand—and his dick was nearly twice its length.

As I kept snapping pics in a speechless state, Clark grabbed his phone from my hands. He then started looking at the pics as his cock kept bobbing close to my face. I knew I should have gotten up and walked away, but for some reason I stayed on my knees. It's almost like I needed his permission before leaving his precious cock.

"These are pretty good, man! These chicks are gonna love 'em!"

Clark seemed excited until he looked down and noticed that I was still staring at his dick. "Haha," he chuckled. "My cock sure is big, huh?"

"Fuck yeah," I said, a bit too quickly.

"Is it bigger than yours?"

"So much bigger."

"Hmmm, I have a proposition for ya," Clark said. "I wonder how much bigger mine is than yours."

I gulped. Now would've been a great time to get off the floor and move away from Clark's cock. But its massive presence somehow still kept me rooted to the floor.

"If your penis is more than half the size of my massive cock, then I'll do whatever you want for the rest of the night. You can have your way with me, my cock, and I'll even do all of your chores and homework."

Clark continued as he looked down on me and shook his massive man-meat to emphasize its hefty size. "But if your little penis is less than half my size, you do whatever I want for the rest of the night."

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I couldn't believe my ears. Was my roommate anything other than straight? Had he just propositioned me? All he talked about was fucking these hot babes, but here he was stroking his colossal cock and agreeing to do whatever I wanted for the rest of the night.

Surely my cock was at least half his size, I thought. There's no what that I could be that small. And ooh, wouldn't it be nice to put this cocky stud in his place. To play with his big cock but also to make him suck mine all night. Maybe I could even send Natalie and Veronica a pic of this big-cocked stud sucking my cock. Surely that would get them in bed with me.

"Okay," I said. "You're on."

As I stood up for the first time in what felt like hours, I immediately regretted moving away from Clark's cock. But here was my chance to prove myself and reassert my manhood. As I pulled off my shirt, I felt a rush of pride in my muscles—my chest and abs were so much more toned than Clark's. He even smiled and nodded as I pulled off my shirt. Then came my pants, which I quickly pulled to the floor. Inside them were my white boxer briefs with a cum spot and my incredibly hard penis. It didn't strain the fabric the way Clark's did but made a noticeable bulge nonetheless.

"Looking good," Clark said. "Let's see what you got."

As I pulled down my boxer briefs, I made a show of stroking my penis to its full length, but the truth was it was already harder than it had ever been.

Clark reached in his desk drawer and handed me a ruler. "Go ahead," he said, encouragingly.

I put the ruler next to my penis as I had done many times before. And as I looked down, I saw a number that was actually a bit bigger than I remembered-5.7 inches. I must've been pretty excited!

"Wait a second," Clark said. "That's not how you measure! You have to do it from the top of your wiener-not the side!"

This caught me off guard, since I'd been measuring my cock this way since middle school. But reluctantly, I moved the ruler to the top of my penis so that it went from base to tip. And in this new position, I was shocked by the number. 5 inches even-that was it. My pride and joy was a half inch smaller than I thought.

Clark looked over and broke out a smile. "Nice job, little guy! Is that as big as you get?"

"Yes," I replied coolly before handing the ruler to Clark.

"Could you measure for me?" he asked. "We need at least two hands to measure my massive rod."

"Ugh," I grunted before begrudgingly accepting the ruler. As Clark caressed his cock, it somehow grew even larger until I could see all of the veins straining on his thick man-meat.

Unwittingly, I licked my lips as I moved the ruler towards Clark's cock. "Oh fuck," I said as I read the measurement. That colossal manhood almost filled the entire ruler. 10.2 inches. Clark was easily more than twice my length.

"Sorry, little buddy," he said. "Guess your penis was smaller than you thought. But I'll sure give you a feel for my cock—you can at least see what it's like to have a big one."

"Ugh," I groaned. I couldn't believe my cock had let me down and that Clark's was more than twice my size. I thought about suggesting that we compare our thickness but knew that would be to no avail. It was obvious just looking at his that it was twice as thick too. So dutifully, though reluctantly, I dropped back to my knees and stared up into Clark's eyes. There was only one thing blocking my view: his insanely thick, 10-inch manhood.

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Clark started slowly by gently slapping my face with his enormous manhood as he stroked his fingers through my sandy blond hair.

"Bet you never thought you'd be here," he said. "A sexy jock like you, all toned and muscled up, now ready to worship my dick."

"Uh uhh," I said, transfixed by his swaying cock.

"That's good, baby," he said. "Just look at what a real cock looks like. I see your tiny penis is still hard for me."

I looked down and saw he was right. My 5-incher was fully erect and dripping a massive amount of pre-cum. Clark flicked it with his foot and I nearly came right there.

"Woah buddy," Clark laughed. "A small cock and a quick trigger. Not sure how you thought you'd ever get with Natalie or Veronica. Or that foxy Ms. Lin—I can't wait to fuck her with my huge cock."

"Are you ready for this man meat?" Clark asked. "You ready to worship your roommate's cock?"

Begrudgingly, I nodded my head.

"Beg me," he said.

"Please," I said, as I moved closer to his cock. But Clark's massive manhood moved away.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please let me suck your massive dick."

Clark laughed at me and started slapping me with his dick. 10 inches of cock weighed a lot, and it actually hurt when he slapped me. But it also made me horny with lust.

"Go ahead and kiss the head, cocksucker."

Following Clark's instructions, I gave his cock a kiss, then another, and another until I started gingerly licking the tip.

"Now suck on my balls," he said. I hadn't yet taken full stock of how impressive his testicles were, but they were indeed fucking huge. At least twice the size of my own and full of Clark's seed. I could only get one in my mouth at a time but made love to them the best I could—rolling them around and getting them nice and wet.

Clark then grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat. The main course had finally arrived. He started out forcefully but slowly—getting me used to his throbbing inches. Four inches, five inches, six inches filled my throat—already more than my entire cock. But there was still much more to go.

For several minutes, I struggled with my gag reflex as Clark waited patiently. Until finally his dick slipped past the seventh inch to deep-fuck my throat.

"Yesssssssss!" Clark groaned. "That feels so fucking good."

"Mmmmm," I grunted. It honestly did for me too. My little manhood was harder than it had ever been but I hadn't touched it in ages. My hands were glued to Clark's thin butt cheeks as he slid inch number eight into my throat.

By the time the ninth inch slid in, I exploded. Several volleys of semen shot out of my tiny penis. I couldn't believe it—I had come just from sucking my roommate's cock without even touching my tiny penis. Humiliated and embarrassed, I looked up at Clark and caught him looking down on me.

"Haha," he laughed. "I had no idea you were such a cock slut. I'd have fucked your pretty face sooner if I had known you'd come just from sucking me."

Unable to respond, I just groaned on his cock. I wished that it was no longer in my throat and that I could run away. Immediately after coming, the last thing I want to do is to keep having sex. My once-throbbing erection was now turning soft and I no longer enjoyed feeling Clark's firm butt. But he and his 10-inch dick had other plans.

"Oh no you don't," he said, feeling me pull away. "You're gonna take all of this fucking cock, and you're so fucking close!"

I struggled and struggled to take that last inch and a half, until finally all of Clark's cock somehow fit inside my mouth and throat. It was no small miracle when he bottomed out, but I shouldn't have counted my blessings. Now that he knew my limits, he started to fuck my throat—slowly, at first—but then with abandon.

For thirty minutes, all I could do was moan and stay still as Clark took my oral virginity. He truly mastered every inch of my throat as his colossal cock used me for pleasure. By the time he came, I orgasmed at the same time—my tiny penis once again shooting streams of cum as Clark flooded my mouth. His babymakers produced so much more than mine, not only flooding my mouth but also spraying all over my face and chest. I felt like I had literally taken a shower in Clark's cum.

"Not bad," he said with a smirk. "Guess we're ready for round two."

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I looked at the clock and only an hour had passed since I had agreed to become Clark's bitch for the night. What had I gotten myself into?

"Let's go hit the shower," Clark said. "Maybe we should clean all my cum off your face."

Our dorms had a communal shower with six shower heads facing the wall. Because it was early in the school year and Clark rarely showered (he always just reeked in those boxers he wore while playing Guitar Hero), we had never actually taken a shower together. Instead, I normally showered by myself early in the morning or late at night. I rarely saw anyone else in the showers, but when I did, I wasn't too worried about my cock size. After all, I'd been in enough locker rooms during frisbee and soccer to know that my soft three incher was on the small side but certainly not the smallest. There was usually at least one guy in the locker room with a smaller dick, and I knew that my toned muscles and general attractiveness made up for any shortcomings in that department.

This time felt different. Having just orgasmed twice in a row, my cock now retreated to a pathetic two inches. Next to Clark's huge swinging manhood—still semi-erect—it looked practically invisible. But I dutifully grabbed my towel and followed Clark—my master for the night—to the communal shower.

Once there, Clark made me do all of the cleaning for both of us. First, he made me lick some of his cum off my face and chest. I had already swallowed some of his seed and didn't mind the taste, so I went ahead and licked it off. I was his bitch for the night, after all.

Clark then made me put shampoo in his hair and soap him up. This was my first time admiring his whole body—not just his cock—and I have to admit that he was more attractive than I had originally guessed. There was something so intimate about soaping him up and running my fingers through his hair that my little penis started to perk up. By the time I got to the lower half of his body, he made me fall to my knees and soap up his legs, balls, and huge swinging dick. Still partially erect from the throat fucking he gave me just minutes before, it hung down a thick eight inches. After caressing it with soap, something compelled me to give it a kiss before standing back up.

At this point, Clark laughed while looking down. My 5-incher was once again as hard as it could be next to what looked like Clark's completely soft manhood, more than 3 inches my length.