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When I moved into the dorm on that first day, I dreaded meeting my new
roommate. I expected the worse. What if he was a pimply-faced geek who
spent his time lost in his books? What if he was some arrogant jock who
would find out my secret and beat the shit out of me? What, worse of all,
if he was some sickeningly nasty flamer who danced around and drew
attention to the fact that he was gay? That would be the worse. I could
get over an annoying straight guy, but I never could stand flamers. Yeah,
I might be gay, but that doesn't mean that I feel a need to act like a
woman.
Why is it that so many awesome guys who finally cope with the fact
that they are gay feel the need to become effeminate? If I wanted to date
someone effeminate, I would date a woman. I don't want estrogen. I want
testosterone! I like to see a cute stud that doesn't mind acting like a
man as well as being with one. I have never acted like a chic, consciously
that is. I am sure that I am more compassionate than some of my straight
friends. I may like to joke more than some guys and be nice more than
others are. None of this, of course, makes me gay. I simply act the way I
feel: like a good-natured friendly guy.
I think it would probably behoove me to describe myself. I am 6',
210lbs, brown hair, blue eyes and a decent set of muscles. I am far from
that of a muscle builder, but I am not fat by any means either. I think I
look pretty much like the average guy next door. What I wanted to find was
a good thin all-American boy next door in the bed next to me in my dorm
room.
I set out to organize the side of the room that I wanted. Maybe this
would work out ok. It was only my freshman year, and if the guy turns out
to be a total loser I could ask for a room transfer. I unloaded the 200
pairs of underwear that my mom sent (all new of course, which mom would
want her son away at school with old underwear?). After getting my room
together, I laid back on my bed to await my impending doom. Every minute
that ticked by brought me to the conclusion that I would hate my new
roommate. With worries on my mind, I soon fell asleep.
About two hours later...
I awoke to see this cute thin ass bending down to pick up a dropped
shirt. What the hell was this, a dream? I hoped that it was, but then I
also hoped it wasn't. The guy that stood up and turned around made me
think of a guy I once fell for in high school. Nothing ever came of that
guy, but a sad, torn heart.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Not much dude, sorry I woke you up."
"Nah, don't worry about it. I was just wasting time until my new
roomie got here. Are you he?"
"You bet. The name's Brian."
"Cool. My name's Greg," I managed to try to show my best with a good
case of the right-after-the-nap look. "Hey, you mind if I change? These
clothes aren't the most comfortable."
"Sure. Want me to step out for a minute?"
"No. If we are going to be roommates, then I guess we shouldn't be
too shy."
"Fine with me man."
This fell perfectly into my plan; if he wouldn't strip first for me,
than I would strip for him. Maybe I could get a feel for his desires right
from the get-go. I stood up and kicked off my shoes and then slowly pulled
my shirt up over my head. I knew that he was looking over towards me
because I could see him through my t-shirt. I stopped right as the shirt
rose above my armpits; maybe he was into this. I think it was true because
he seemed to be in "the zone" as his mouth started to drop open. I quickly
popped the shirt the rest of the way off and pretended not to notice he
staring as I pressed my hands into my lower back and stretched backwards.
I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them to the floor. (Man was I loving
this!) I hooked my thumbs under the band of my boxers and slowly pushed
them down to join my jeans on the floor. I slowly gyrated my hips as I
bent down to follow my boxers. When they reaching ground zero, I stepped
out of them and once again thrust my hips forward as I stretched out my
back. Man, I thought maybe I heard something like a groan. (He was still
watching, but now trying to hide it by putting things away too.) I bent
over with my back to him to pick up my jeans and boxers. I spread my legs
a little to allow him an open view to my crack. God, I was starting to get
hard just knowing this cute stud was watching me!
I plopped back onto my bed and lay there with my hands behind my head.
I thought, hmmm, maybe strike up a little conversation.
"So, where are you from, Brian?"
"Huh? Whh... I am from Colorado."
"Wow, you're pretty far from home. What brings you to Virginia?"
"My dad is an alumni here and I got a pretty good scholarship.
Besides, I wanted to move away from the folks. Here, I can be myself."
"Cool."
"Hey, I was wondering. Did you grow up with a lot of brothers or are
you just used to going around without any clothes on?"
Wow, he finally noticed!
"Nope, no brothers. I just never did like wearing clothes that much.
The way I figure it, if you're by yourself - no big deal. And if there's
another guy around and he doesn't mind, then why the hell not? It's not
like he hasn't seen what you've got."
"No, I guess not."
I could tell he was still a little uncomfortable, but still no verbal
objection.
"If this bothers you, I could put my boxers back on."
"Nah, that's ok. Whatever you wanna do is fine with me."
"Cool." I watched as he continued to put away his things. Every now
and then, he would glance over in my direction being sure to never lock eye
contact and to always try to sneak a peek at my package. Why not give him
what he wants, I figured. (This was a pretty big gamble, but hell, if it
didn't work he would just ask for a room transfer.) I moved my hand over
to my crotch and rubbed it across my thick shaft. In no time, I started to
rise to the occasion. The next time he "casually" glanced in my direction,
his eyes got wide and his look lingered.
"Whatcha' lookin' at?" (Man this was a trip!)
"Sorry," he muttered. I could see his head turning red by the back of
his neck.
I stood up and walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder.
"No need to apologize, man. What's wrong? Never seen another guy's
dick hard before?"
He turned and looked me in the eyes. I think tears were beginning to
well up. (Oops!)
"I just... I didn't mean to stare. You just have a great body and I
wish I could look as good."
Now this was a pretty good cover. If I played the jock routine, he
could simply pass it off as envy of my great body. If I played the big
brother routine, he could ask a few questions and play it off as a lack of
sexual knowledge and comfortableness. I instead decided to play the
"I-want-your-damn-body" routine. I slowly moved my hand up and took him by
the small of the arm.
"Are you uncomfortable with seeing me naked, hard, or both?"
"Both, I guess. I mean, your body is hot." (Did he just say I was
hot?)
Well, here was my cue. I moved his arm slowly towards my now stiff
rod and laid his hand on it. I could do nothing but moan. I thought as I
let go of his arm, he would recoil, but nope. I felt his hand take more of
a hold on my awaiting manhood.
"I thought you were uncomfortable." I grinned at him. "Just keep
doing what you are doing. There is nothing uncomfortable about this at
all."
"Am I doing it right?" He was sliding his hand up and down the length
of my thick 7" rod.
"Hell yes. Come over here." I led him to the side of my bed. "Stand
here and close your eyes."
He obliged. I walked over and locked the dorm room door (I can't
believe I forgot to do this). When I walked back over to him, I slowly
started to undress him.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Evening the playing field."
There is nothing sexier to me than to undress a guy bit by bit while
he just stands there and watches your progress. I pulled his t-shirt over
his head and blew into his pits as the shirt lifted. He had the softest
little patch of blonde hair there. I traced my hand down his thin frame
and pulled off both his shoes and socks. Now I was ready for what we've
all been waiting for. I reached back up and knelt as I unbuttoned his
jeans and unzipped them. As I lowered them to the ground, I noticed that
he must have been rather excited as well because he was sporting quite a
nice hard on and wet spot in his damn sexy white boxer briefs. God I love
those things! I enveloped his manhood in my mouth, tasting the warmth and
sweetness of this cute guy. I encircled the head of his cock with my
tongue, which sent him groaning out.
"Want me to stop?"
"No way, dude."
I simply smiled and went back to work. I hooked my thumbs on the band
of his boxer briefs and ran them across the top encircling his sexy waist.
He let out a soft moan as I began to lower his last article of clothing to
the floor. He had the most perfect and beautiful dick. Not too long, not
too thick, but definitely not too small either. It didn't go curving off
to a side, nor did it hug closely to his body. I paused with my lips just
beyond the tip of his dick as I knelt there looking at this perfection. I
started to encircle his dick with the tip of my tongue running along each
ridge, each valley. I had to go down on this beautiful dick so I buried my
face in his pubes. With my eyes full of hair and balls resting on my chin,
I started pumping up and down on this piece of freshman meat. He must have
gotten into the routine finally, because the next thing I felt was a pair
of hands on the back of my head forcing me down on his cock. I began to
feel like I was a stabbing victim. He kept plunging my head down over and
over until finally I felt his tempo increase and his meat swell around my
tongue. He began to pour cum out in huge spurts. Try as I may, I couldn't
possibly swallow all that was being shot into my throat. With some cum
running down the side of my face, I stood up and kissed his Brian the lips.
I felt his warm touch as he moved down to encircle my dick...