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“Oh shit, bro. I fell over too,” I say, my breath landing on his lips. “Let me help you up.” I grab him by the back of the waistband of his pants and lift him off the ground. His weight too heavy, and the angle too awkward, I drop him back down, accidentally pulling his pants up to the back of his knees in the process. “Sorry, bro.”

“Here, it might help if I hold on to you,” he says, digging his fingers under my waistband, catching my underwear too. I lift him up again, only for my pants to be yanked down as I do. My cock spills out, its engorged head landing right on his hole.

“One last try. I’ll get you up this time, bro.” I jam my arms between his quads and his waist, and lift him with all my strength. His hole stretches wide around my tip, and slowly slides up the length of my cock as I lift him up higher into the air. I keep lifting him and his tight ring squeezes past every last inch until it kisses the base. I pause, and we make intense eye contact before I drop him back down, genuinely exhausted from all the energy I exerted.

Having got a taste, I realise I can no longer hold back. I grab his ankles once again and I impale him. I hammer him. I split him. I pummel him. I skewer him. I plow him. I smash him. I spear him. I ram him. I fuck him. I fuck him so hard and deep and fast that I am sure he has lost his vision and I am sure he won’t be able to walk properly for at least a week and I am sure he will be begging me every day for me to fuck him again.

I shoot load after load into him until I shoot blanks. The entirety of my body weight collapses onto him, this time not on purpose. We lay there for a while in an awkward embrace, drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Bro, I really did fall over.” He stares at me earnestly. “Or rather I should say, I really did fall for you.” He can’t stop a cheeky grin from washing over his serious face. “But if I knew you were that big, I wouldn’t have done that… so long after meeting you.”

I can tell the post-orgasm afterglow is hitting him hard, because for the first time those eyes are staring at me with love instead of lust. I feel it too. It makes me realise why we pretended for so long. Now we’ve broken down the barrier, we can't go back to being just roommates again.

“We’ve fucked up, haven’t we?” I say with a sigh.

“Yeah, I don’t think roommates are supposed to do this shit. Ummm… let’s just say I really did fall over, and you really did fall over, and both our pants accidentally got pulled down when you tried to help me up, and your cock just happened to slip into my ass as you pulled me up, and then you didn’t mean to fall back into me again and again and again and again…”

But yeah, back to my story. So the lecturer guy comes knocking at my door. I let him in and he takes off his shirt and starts flexing. Dude, when I say this guy is fucking yoked!

Turns out he is really smart too. He starts telling me about this special part of my body called the prostate, and if you massage it right you become really smart or something like that. I dunno, I was looking at his physique so I got distracted but he was using big words.

Is he in me? Bro how did you know! Do you know about this prostate thing? But yeah it’s actually really hard to reach so he is doing me a big favour but helping massage—oooh—it for me.

Sorry about that bro, it’s like getting a deep tissue massage. It hurts but it’s so good for you, you need to try it bro. He’s also giving me a pec massage at the same time so it’s—ahh fuck yeah—a lot, but like in a good way.

What’s that, you’re saying my cheeks are getting clapped? Ummm yeah my big glutes keep getting in the way so he has to keep pushing them to the side. Haha, the downsides of going to the gym, am I right bro?

But yeah, uni is really good but like really busy. I have all these fit guys sliding into my dms saying shit like “I’m gonna fuck up that ass,” so I’m already booked in for a killer squat session at the dorm gym tonight.

Bro are you still there, I can hear this strange squelching noise from your end? Oh, you just really like the sound of my panting breath? Hahaha yeah I miss you too bro, but damn this massage is really—ahhhhhhh shit—taking it out of me.

You’re saying you want to try massaging my prostate sometime too? Geez, I’m tearing up, everyone is so nice to me all of a sudden.

You’re gonna come soon? Yeah I know I just left but you should absolutely come—ahhh ahhhh aaahhhhhh—on down for a visit. I think you’d slot in nicely here.

Yeah grab my big fuckin’ pecs like that. Woah, man this prostate and pec massage is out of this world. It’s—ahhhhhh—almost—aaahhhhhhhh—done—aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

Phew.. I can barely… speak after that. I’m so… out of breath. You sound out of… breath too, haha. Maybe we both… need to work on our cardio.

Good chatting to you bro… definitely come… over here soon. You can see how much I’ve changed already.