Eric and Jake College Buddies Series: The Roommates' Night In

Three weeks had gone by since that fateful night that Eric had busted and milked his roommate's big, beautiful balls while he slept. The next day Jake had even confessed a mysterious ache in his nuts and had done the unexpected - he asked Eric to check them out for himself. With some quick thinking on Eric's part, he managed to convince Jake into letting him kick his swollen balls in a vein attempt to ease the pain. Of course, the low blow did little to ease Jake's discomfort, and yet the experience seemed to have altered their friendship. Eric noticed it almost immediately and welcomed the change. After being exposed in a moment of weakness, Jake seemed to drop his guard with Eric. His distant, aloof manner faded away and was replaced by a friendly, and even cheerful disposition.

Being the hot, muscled stud that he was, he never hung out with guys like Eric - but even that changed. They started going out for meals together and hung out on the weekends. Jake had even asked Eric to come out with him and hit the clubs. Eric genuinely enjoyed spending time with Jake, despite their lack of common interests.

After spending hours in the campus library, Eric packed up his things and headed back to the dorm. On his way back he stopped by the dining hall for a late dinner, but they had already closed for the night. Grumbling to himself, he walked home with a rumbling stomach.

When Eric made it back to the room, he inserted his key only to find the door was already unlocked. When he opened the door, he found Jake sitting on his bed next to a 12-pack of Bud Light talking to a short brown haired kid sitting in his chair. Jake was still wearing the T-shirt and sweat pants Eric had seen him in earlier that day.

"Hi," Eric said as he walked in and placed his book bag on the desk.

"Hey Eric, where've you been?" Jake asked, clearly buzzed.

"At the library," Eric replied. "Working on my report."

"We've been waiting for you!" Jake said. "This is my friend Ryan."

"Hey," Ryan said with a wave.

"Nice to meet you, Ryan." Eric said smiling. He had a nice physique, muscular but not as much as Jake. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt - the official outfit for clubbing. "I thought you were going out tonight."

Jake drained his bottle and reached over for another. "Yeah, I'm still thinking about it. I invited Ryan over to pre-game."

"Oh, OK." Eric replied.

"Hey, you want one?" Jared held out a beer.

"No, I don't think so." Eric said smiling.

"Oh, come on man, have a drink with us." Jake pressed.

Eric checked out both his roommate and studly friend for a moment. "OK, Sure . . ."

Jared tossed Eric a beer. "You've got some catching up to do, we're already on our third."

Eric grinned and sipped from his bottle. "So how do you two know each other?"

"We went to high school together and we both played on the football team." Jake replied.

"Yeah, I took my first semester in community college and transferred in this semester." Ryan said taking a swig from his beer.

"Oh, cool. You've known each other for awhile then, huh?" Eric asked while sipping from his own bottle.

"A few years," Jared replied. "Ry's been my wing-man the last few nights I've gone out. Dude, you've got to go out with us some time, the chicks in these clubs are fucking hot and ready to go."

Ryan nodded his head in agreement.

"Maybe I will next time." Eric replied.

"That's what you always say!" Jake exclaimed. "So you're going to lose the books and drink with us now."

Eric wanted to decline the offer, but the chance of drinking with two hot studs was just too much to let slip by. "OK," he said, grabbing a chair he joined them.

After an hour had passed they finished off the rest of the beers and in full defiance of conventional wisdom - moved on to shots of cheap vodka. Eric watched Jake and Ryan pound shot after shot while he continued to nurse his last beer. As a result the two jocks became good-humored and drunk.

Jake slammed his shot glass on the desk. "Dude, we should play a game."

"Like what?" Ryan tilted his head back and took the full shot.

"I don't know, the only one I know is beer pong and we're out of beer." Jake replied. "Eric, you have any games?"

"Not really." Eric said.

"Come on, let's do something." Jake said.

"What about chicken?" Ryan asked after a moment.

"No, come on dude, that's gay." Jake replied.

"What's wrong, you afraid you might like it?" Ryan said with a wink.

"Hell no!" Jake shouted.

"What is it?" Eric asked with a perplexed look.

"A game we used to play in school," Ryan laughed. "It should really be called gay chicken. You sit next to a guy and you put your hand on his knee, and he does the same to you. Then you both slide your hand up the guy's thigh until one of you gives in."

"Oh," Eric replied.

"Come on, move over." Ryan playfully shoved Jake and sat next to him.

Jake poured himself a self a shot, and then another before he was ready. Then unable to stall any longer, he reached over and placed his hand over Eric's knee. Eric did the same to him and signaled that he was ready.

"Alright, go!" Ryan cried.

There was something ironic and hot about two heterosexual friends caressing one another's thighs in an effort to prove their bravery. Eric watched with great anticipation as the two young men slowly slid their hands along each-other's thighs. They made their way slowly, matched in speed their movements seemed choreographed as they got farther and farther up.

"Oooo," Eric cooed mockingly as he stroked Jake's inner thigh. He had meant it as a joke, but it was too much for Jake and he quickly surrendered.

Eric laughed and raised his arms in victory.

"That wasn't fair, you're messing with my head." Jake said.

"What are you talking about, 'fair?' Anything goes until one of us concedes." Ryan chuckled.

"OK, fine. We're going again." Jake said.

"You sure you want to lose again?" Ryan asked sarcastically.

Jake didn't reply, instead he assumed the position and grabbed Ryan's knee. When his friend did the same, they both began to slide their hands up each-other's leg. Eric noticed a slight gleam in Jake's eye, a bit cocky - a natural side effect of his competitive nature. Ryan was probably just as bad, but Eric didn't know him well enough to speculate. They both looked committed to win, their hands were only inches away from each-other's groins and they showed no sign of stopping.

Jake reached Ryan's package first and proceeded to rub the mound without compulsion. Eric swallowed hard as he watched his roommate fondle Ryan's bulge, his fingers caressed and massaged Ryan's junk through his jeans. Ryan grunted in response and reciprocated in kind, with one large hand he cupped the big bulge in Jake's sweat pants and stroked his massive equipment. The scene was unbelievable - the room was dead quiet, aside from the occasional insult or laugh - yet the stand off went on as the two friends continued to molest each-other's privates.

"Come on, admit it - you like it!" Ryan joked.

"Screw you!" Jake replied and continued to focus on his buddy's junk.

"Is it a tie?" Eric asked.

"NO!" Jake said, "It isn't over until one of us gives up."

In a sneak attack, Jake pressed Ryan's bulge against his palm and locked his fingers. Realizing the danger he was in, Ryan's eyes grew wide and he yelped as muscle and bone brought to bare on his manhood.

"Fuck!" Ryan screamed as he tried to rip Jake's fingers away from his crotch, but it was no use. Jake had him by the balls and couldn't be stopped. Ryan's thoughts screamed in his mind. He had to do something, anything!

Suddenly Ryan's hand disappeared in to the front of Jake's sweat pants. It didn't take long to find what he was looking for - he wrapped his hands around Jake's precious plums and squeezed his naked balls with all his might. Jake's confidence seemed to melt away but he maintained his grip on Ryan's nuts. Eric watched in wonder as the two friends fought for dominance, their faces showed the inner turmoil they were both facing as they continued to crush each-other's nuts.

Jake moaned as Ryan dug his fingers deeper and deeper into his soft ball flesh, yet he would not give up. Though he had started out with the advantage, Ryan had managed to turn the tables - now time was working against him. Ryan's nuts were partially protected, neatly wrapped up in his jeans and underwear, Jake couldn't get a tight enough grip. On the other hand Ryan had total access to each of Jake's plump testicles, free to focus on just one, or both nuts at a time. Ryan successfully used this to his advantage as he diligently worked his fingers to bust his buddy's impressive balls.

Sweat beaded up on Jake's forehead, and yet he could not find the humility to give in. Jake tried squirming out of Ryan's devastating nut-claw, but that idea proved useless. It was the consequence of owning a huge pair of nuts and Jake was paying for it every second. Jake panted and groaned as Ryan squeezed the life out of his gonads, intent on wearing them - and Jake's resistance - down.

Eric got up and and used wiped Jake's brow.

"Thanks." Jake grunted.

Eric nodded and tried to sneak a peak down Jake's shorts but he couldn't see a thing. Instead he would have to judge the damage being inflicted based on Jake's facial expression, and from what he saw - it didn't look good. He was even a bit impressed by his stubbornness but it was obvious that it was over. Even Ryan saw it. "Come on Jake, give in." He said.

"No," Jake exhaled through gritted teeth. "I've got you just where I want you."

Ryan chuckled at the boast and yanked down hard on Jake's voluminous nutsac, causing him to yelp. "How about now?"

"No," Jake said sternly.

Ryan could feel Jake's grasp on his own package slackening, but he ignored it and gave Jake's sac another sharp tug. Jake gasped, but shook his head.

Showing little mercy, Ryan twisted Jake's nuts a quarter turn and ground the meaty orbs hard between his fingers. The force on Jake's manhood was terrifying, all his strength seemed to whither away. His boys couldn't stand the torture for another moment - and left with no alternative, Jake surrendered.

"Alright, alright I give." Jake croaked mournfully. "Now let go of my nuts already."

"You first, bro." Ryan tugged on Jake's testicles for emphasis. Unwilling to let his pride outweigh his reproductive future, Jake released his grip on Ryan's junk. Free of his bear claw grip, Ryan let out a sigh of relief. Then he squeezed Jake's nuts a final time before releasing the sore baby-makers.

Jake moaned and grabbed his crotch. "Fuck man!"

"Serves you right." Ryan said as he clutched his own set of sore nuts.

"Are you OK?" Eric asked.

Jake moaned.

"Yeah, Jake here might need something though. You have any ice?" Ryan replied with a chuckle.

Eric searched the fridge and pulled out a can of Coke. "It's not ice, but it's cold."

Jake took the cold can and pressed it between his legs. After a minute he found his voice again. "That wasn't cool Ry."

A large smile crossed Ryan's face. "Don't start something you can't finish."

Jake rolled his head back and stared up at the ceiling. "Yeah, OK."

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Eric could not believe how lucky he had been to get to watch Jake bust another guy's balls, only to have the tables turned and get busted himself. It had given him an instant hard-on, forcing him to scramble and put a pillow over his lap. The only way it could have gotten hotter was if he had done it himself, a thought that didn't help with the erection.

Once Jake recuperated things seemed to settle back down. Soon they were joking around and laughing about old times again. Eric refrained from drinking entirely, leaving Jake and Ryan the task of draining the bottle of Vodka.

"I think we need a refill over here." Ryan said holding out his glass.

"Can't, we're all out." Jake said shaking the empty bottle. "Do we have anything else?"

"I don't think so." Eric replied.

"Crap." Ryan giggled.

"Hey, you have anything back in your room?" Jake asked.

"Yeah sure, I think I've got half a bottle of Bacardi." Ryan said laughing.

"Then go get it. Eric over here isn't drunk at all." Jake pointed at his roommate.

"Oh, that won't do." It took a moment for Ryan to stabilize himself when he stood up. "I'll be back in a minute."

Ryan closed the door behind him, leaving the two roommates alone for the first time that evening.

"So what do you want to do now?" Eric asked.

"I don't know," Jake had already had quite a bit to drink, his voice was low and his speech was slurred. He said nothing else for a moment, lost in thought. "When he get's back we should play drunk truth or dare."

Eric chuckled. "What's that?"

"The same as regular truth or dare I guess, it's just when you're drunk, you're more likely to tell the truth or do the dare." Jake said with a faint smile. "It can be really awesome if you have enough people."

"Oh." Eric replied. "Why don't we start now?"

"OK, you want go first?" Jake asked.

"Why not?" Eric replied. "I'll take truth."

"Starting out with an easy one huh? OK, hmmm . . . have you ever masturbated while I was in the room?" Jake asked.

Eric laughed at the question. "Definitely not."

"Ah, that's a relief. When I first met you I got the impression you were a serial masturbator." Jake joked.

Eric shook his head. "Your turn, truth or dare?"

"Truth." Jake replied.

Eric paused and and thought about the question he wanted to ask. "I'm not sure."

"Come on dude, anything." Jake pressed.

"I don't know . . . what's the worst low blow you've taken?" Eric surprised himself with his directness.

"You mean, my nuts?" Jake asked.

Eric nodded his head.

"Hmm." Jake grinned at his friend and tapped his chin. "It wasn't tonight if that's what you're thinking. I'd have to say the worst was when I played soccer in high school. I had a bad habit of forgetting to wear my cup."

"Ouch." Eric said sympathetically.

"Yeah. The worst time was during an away game with one of our big rivals. Half way through the game I tried to go for an interception, slipped, and the other team's forward ran right over me." Jake folded his arms and sat back. Eric gripped his pillow tightly as he felt his penis swell. "A cleat to the groin has got to be the worst pain I have ever felt in my life, and believe me this guy was big."

"So what happened?" Eric asked.

"It took me out of the game! I had to spend the rest of the night icing my nuts." Jake replied indignantly.

"Oh, sorry." Eric replied with a smile.

"It's alright, I'm just joking with you." Jake smiled back.

Just then the door opened and with Ryan holding a bottle of rum. "Listen guys, I can't stay. Gina called and wants me to come over. Maybe I'll get lucky."

"You wish," Jake joked.

Ryan handed the bottle to Eric. "Yeah, anyhow enjoy."

"Thanks." Eric said. Ryan nodded and closed the door behind him.

"Hand me that bottle, I'm going to pour us a drink." Jake said as he pulled out two plastic cups and poured in equal amounts of coke and rum. Then he handed one to Eric. Eric took it and sipped the strong drink as Jake pounded his.

"Alright, this round we both need to do dares." Jake said drunkenly.

"What?" Eric asked.

"Dares. Remember, truth or dare? We both picked truth last time, so this time we need to take dares." Jake said. "And your up, so I dare you to pound that drink in 10 seconds."

Eric looked down at his cup and shook his head. It was 3/4's full, there was no way he could do it.

"Come on man, your time starts now!" Jake used his watch to keep the time. Eric stalled for a moment, then he tilted the cup back and began drinking the dark liquid as quickly as he could. Jake urged him on and counted down the seconds as they passed.

"Time's up!' Jake shouted.

Eric slammed his empty cup down on the desk and panted hard. He had managed to do it, but he could already feel the alcohol taking effect.

"Nice job dude." Jake took his cup and made new drinks for both of them.

"Thanks." Eric said wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "I'm glad we're doing this."

"Me too." Jake said as he handed Eric his cup. "Don't get me wrong, I'd rather be out picking up chicks, but this is good too."

"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't go out tonight." Eric said.

"I was going to, you know. Ryan called me up and asked me to wait for him - then when he gets here, he says he already has a chick to hook up with." Jake drank from his cup.

"Sorry to hear that." Eric replied.

"Na, it's no big deal. I was just hoping to find someone to hook up with tonight." Jake said candidly.

Eric noticed Jake's cup was already half empty, so he took it and fixed him another drink.

"Thanks dude." Jake said taking the cup. He sat back against the wall and sighed. "I haven't had a blow job in so long, God."

"What?" Eric seemed shocked by his roommate's spontaneous effort to share.

"I love getting a good blow job. The last chick I hooked up with, Sandra - she gave awesome head." Jake pressed his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.

"Oh really?" Eric could see the alcohol put Jake into a chatty mood.

"Totally, I shit you not - she almost gagged on my dick." Jake began to absentmindedly play with his package. "She tried to take it all, but there was just too much to fit in her mouth."

Eric nodded. "You know I heard that guys are known to give better blow jobs than women."

Jake opened his eyes. "What?" He said incredulously. "No way."

"Well that's what I've heard." Eric was still extremely buzzed, but he did his best to focus. "Probably because if you own the equipment yourself, you know more about how to use it."

"No way, women give the best blow jobs." Jake said obstinately.

"How do you know?" Eric pressed.

"Dude, I just do." Jake replied.

"Well, have you ever gotten head from a guy?" Eric asked.

"No, but it doesn't matter." Jake's face screwed up into a grimace. "I'd never be able to cum from a guy."

"Listen man, it's biology." Eric reasoned. "It doesn't matter if you're attracted to the person or not, if someone's sucking your dick, you're going to cum eventually."

"Dude that's so gay." Jake was starting to regret all the alcohol he had drunk that night. It made it difficult to speak or even think coherently.

"No it's not, guys in prison do it all the time, and they're straight." Eric even managed to sound convincing.

Perhaps if he'd been sober Jake could have argued the point, but the words wouldn't come. "Maybe, but I know it's different for me."

"I bet it's not." Eric pressed. He thought about the first night he had acquainted himself with Jake's studly body. "I bet if you were getting blown from a guy right now, you wouldn't be able to last for more than 5 minutes."

"Sure I could." Jake chuckled. "Dude, it takes me longer than that to jerk off."

"Then it should be an easy bet for you to win, right?" Eric asked.

"Listen, no offense, my brain's just not wired that way." Jake drank from his cup and belched.

Eric thought quietly for a moment. "What if I told you this was your dare?"

"Then I'd tell you to come up with something else." Jake replied.

"Seriously."  Eric pressed as he finished off his drink and his throat burned with 'liquid courage'.

"No way."  Jake shook his head, but he had to stop when the room began to spin.

"What if I were to make it worth your while? Say you're right and I lose, I'll buy you a case of any beer you want." Eric waited while Jake thought the proposition over.  He couldn't believe Jake was even considering his proposal, but then again by now, he was totally shit-faced.

"How about 2 cases?" Jake asked after a long time.

"Done." Eric replied. "If I can't make you bust your nut in 5 minutes, I'll buy you 2 cases of beer."

"Alright." Jake sighed.

Afraid that Jake might change his mind, Eric wasted little time. He knelt between Jake's legs and without asking, pulled Jake's sweat pants down - revealing a nice pair of blue and white plaid boxers.

"Whoa, hold on I -" Jake tried to protest, but Eric was a man on a mission. His hands delved into Jake's underwear and drew out his awe-inspiring manhood. Jake's beautiful, thick cock was already half erect and pointing up at attention while his two, meaty balls hung invitingly below. Eric's eyes went wide at the magnificent sight and reached out to touch it. Jake gasped when Eric's fingers wrapped around his boner and slowly stroked it.

Jake squirmed under his touch, but he did nothing to stop it.

"Time can start now." Eric whispered as he examined Jake's bulging testicles. The looked a bit pink and were probably still sore from earlier, but he didn't plan on that stopping him. In conjunction with his slow, deliberate strokes on Jake's dick, Eric patiently caressed his large nuts.

Even though his body had responded just the way Eric had predicted, Jake's expression suggested he wasn't enjoying it one bit. Eric tried to put him at ease with a question.

"Do you remember the first time you got head?" Eric asked as he continued to stroke Jake's cock.

Jake found it hard to meet his gaze and tiled his head back as he thought. "Yeah, back in my first year of high school. Jodie Smith, she was a cute little thing."

"What happened?" Eric asked.

Jake thought silently for a moment before he responded. "We used to fool around, you know, any time we were alone. Sometimes we would go back behind the bleachers and make out. It was never anything too serious. Then one day we're going at it, and out of no where, she pulls down my pants, takes one look at my cock and starts blowing me."

"Wow." Eric said as Jake's dick twitched. Jake was too wrapped up in reliving the memory to have noticed, but Eric knew just what to do. "Do you remember what it felt like - you know, the first time she had in you in her mouth?"

Jake smiled with closed eyes as he thought about his younger self. "Wet, and warm." Jake cooed. "It was amazing."

Eric checked his watch - nearly half his time had slipped by, he needed to move things along. With Jake still in a dream-like state, Eric took a chance and slid the tip of his prick into his mouth.

At first Jake didn't even seem to notice and so he was taken aback when he discovered the slurping noises ringing in his ears were not from memories past, but from coming from Eric. He took every inch of Jake's big monster, jamming it deep into the back of his throat and tickling the underside of its head with his tongue.

Jake could never have admitted it, but what Eric was doing felt incredible. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the fact that he was just horny, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt.

Eric came up for air and looked at his watch. Just about 2 minutes were left. He resumed stroking Jake's cock, now lubricated with his saliva, and turned his attention to Jake's ample balls. With his tongue he poked and played with them, first the right, then the left. Jake moaned with delight at the heavy ball play. Some women forgot them entirely, but he always enjoyed the added stimulation.

Eric then brought it to the next level when he scooped one of Jake's plums into his mouth and nearly choked. Jake's balls were too big for them to both fit in his mouth, so Eric focused on sucking the beefy nut. It felt soft and smooth as he rolled it around with his tongue, packing it against his cheek. After a moment Eric switched and scooped up the other nut, giving it the same treatment.

Jake must have enjoyed it, considering the number of happy moans that slipped from his lips. In truth Jake was enjoying it, which was a cause for concern. Losing a bet was one thing, but what would it say about him if Eric could make him shoot his load? He couldn't let that happen - it was only 5 minutes, he tried convincing himself, yet he remained worried. He was already sporting some major wood, and if things continued going the way they were . . .

Jake raced through his mind trying to block out all sexual thoughts, but when that didn't work he tried thinking about something else, school, parents, even grandparents - anything that might squash his erection.

Eric checked his watch again - just as he feared, he had less than a minute remaining. With renewed effort Eric tugged on Jake's shaft in long, powerful strokes while using the other hand to cup and massage nutsac. Still covered in saliva, Jake's scrotum felt slippery as he kneaded the precious jewels.

Jake's breathing got louder as Eric's pace quickened and he sensed Jake's resistance beginning to fade. What had begun as a gentle, teasing hand job had quickly shifted to something more violent. With one hand mercilessly pounding away at Jake's cock, Eric seized Jake's sperm-filled baby-makers with incredible force. A small gasp escaped through Jake's gritted teeth while Eric pumped his poor, big balls like a pair of cow udders, coaxing them to release their vast reserves of man juice.

"Ugh . . . fuck." Jake groaned as his massive gonads were thoroughly worked over for the second time that night. The handsome features of his face were masked by the pain that wracked his body. Nonetheless Jake's dick remained hard, dripping clear fluid and ready to release it's load.

Eric shifted his focus, interlocking his fingers he closed his hands around Jake's trapped nutsac, causing his balls to compress laterally against one another.

Jake's mouth opened wide as he tried to suck air into his lungs. Every muscle he had went rigid and his body tensed up in preparation for the inevitable destruction of his sperm factories. As if on cue, his dick began to shudder and his balls churned as if part of some pre-ignition sequence.

"Fuck," Jake murmured as his hips began to thrust as if on their own.

Eric pumped Jake's testicles with expert precision, rubbing the underside of each hefty ball where the delicate cords connected. Jake grunted and shut his eyes, no longer fighting the urge - his hips bucked and his dick began to spasm. Eric grabbed the gyrating phallus and bent it forward, using it as a makeshift handle to grind Jake's bloated balls against the base of his cock.

"Oh," Jake whispered. "I'm gonna cum . . . shit I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming!"

The semen shot out of Jake like a geyser, initially thick and white, by the end it had turned clear. It was an impressive load, covering large portions of his stomach and legs. Eric licked his hand where a small pool of Jake's cum had pooled and tasted the salty liquid.

"F . . . -uck," Jake whispered.

Eric smiled and noted the time on his watch. "Well, looks like you were right."

Jake looked down at his roommate feeling confused. The orgasm had been intense and had left him a bit groggy - a fact that was only compounded by all the drinking. "Huh?" He asked sleepily.

"You won the bet." Eric winked.

Jake shook his head. "What are you talking about?"

Eric sat on his bed across from his roommate while Jake wiped himself off. "The bet was for 5 minutes, but it ended up taking me 6."

Jake couldn't have heard him right. "If I won, why the hell did you keep - well you know."

"I didn't realize it until it was over." Eric lied. "Besides, it didn't turn out all that bad."

"Yeah, I guess." Jake pulled up his sweat pants and grabbed his groin. "Lets keep this to ourselves, OK?"

"Sure thing." Eric replied smiling.

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