College Roomie Masturbation Story

Winter break was over, time for the spring semester to begin at Colorado Tech. "Seems like I've just been gone for the weekend," thought Chris as he lugged his suitcases up to his second floor apartment. Chris' roommate graduated in December and had moved out. Erik lived in the apartment across the hall. His roommate had transferred to another university. The landlord told Chris and Erik of each other's situations, and said they'd need to get some new roommates as soon as possible, unless they wanted to pay all of the rent. After some discussion, Chris let Erik move into his apartment. Even though Chris and Erik knew each other fairly well, they still wondered if they would be compatible roommates.

Erik was from San Diego, an art/graphic design major. His parents were doctors, so money was not a problem. In fact, his father bought him a new Mustang for Christmas. He was a typical Southern California teen. Most of his spare time was spent surfing, waterskiing, or skateboarding.

Chris, an agriculture major, was from San Antonio. His family was loaded as well, owning one of the largest cattle ranches in the state. They also had some oil wells which turned a heavy profit. Chris' Christmas present was a Ford Ranger 4x4. He was a typical cowboy. Most of his spare time was spent picking a guitar or playing any type of organized sports.

Both guys were 19, well-built, and in good physical shape. They both had dark blonde hair and blue eyes. Erik's hair was long and flowing while Chris always kept his hair cut very short. Erik also wore an earring.

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Chris opened the door to find Erik laying across the couch reading a magazine. "Chrismeister! Hey, dude, how was your break?"

"It was OK, I guess. Can't complain too bad . . . I got a new truck."

"No shit?! Did you see that red Mustang in the parking lot? Well, it's mine. What a coincidence!" Erik grabbed a suitcase. "Here, lemme help you with your stuff."

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"Made any new year's resolutions yet?" Chris asked. "Nope, have you?" Chris finished unpacking and then flopped down on his bed. He asked Erik if he was hungry and wanted to go for a pizza. Erik said "Yeah, just let me brush my hair first."

"You and your hair! Man, how can you stand it that long?!"

"It's been this way for years . . . guess I've just gotten used to it. Let's go; I'll drive since you're probably tired."

During dinner, Chris and Erik talked about the classes they were taking this semester. Of all their courses, Erik hated history and Chris hated philosophy the most. However, Chris liked history and Erik loved philosophy. They both made A's, so they offered to help each other if necessary.

On the way home, Erik asked Chris "You ever done anything really crazy, dude?" Chris said "No, not really, unless ya' wanna' count ridin' in the junior rodeo."

"That doesn't turn my crank at all, bud. Give me a good wave or half-pipe anyday!" Chris observed, "Boy, I bet we'd have a hard time getting group insurance."

Erik probed further: "Chris, what would you do that would make your parents just absolutely shit a brick?"

"I guess it would be to get my ear pierced. How about you?"

"My parents would go into shock if I cut my hair as short as yours. They've been after me to do it for years." The two guys laughed.

The next evening, Chris asked Erik if he ever worked out. Erik said he tried to at least once a week. They put on some workout clothes and went to the recently installed gym downstairs. In the locker room, Chris observed how well-built his new roomie was. "Man, you do work out, dontcha'! You've got a great set of biceps!" Erik's baggy clothes had always hidden his muscular frame. Erik looked over at Chris, brushed the hair out of his face, and replied "Thanks, you ain't too shabby yourself!" Chris always dressed to show off his own great body. His philosophy was "if you've got it, flaunt it!" Erik walked over and stood beside Chris. "Dude, we're about the same size! What a coincidence!" After lifting weights for about an hour, they decided to call it a night. Both guys felt better about each other, now that they had something in common. Maybe this would work out after all.

A week or two into the semester, something came over Chris and Erik. After classes one Thursday afternoon, Erik busted through the apartment door. Chris was in the bathroom and heard him come in. At the same time they both said "You'll never guess what I did." Chris looked at Erik, Erik looked back at Chris. "What the? Oh my God!" Erik's hair was as short as Chris', and Chris was sporting a small hoop earring in his left ear. Chris grabbed Erik by the arm and said "You gotta' see this man. Come with me!" Dragging Erik over to the mirror, he said "Look at us! Do you realize how much we look alike? If I didn't know better, I'd say we were twins separated at birth." All Erik could muster was a "Damn!"

After the initial shock, both guys laughed. "Hey, wonder how much alike we really are?," Erik said. A long line of questions later, they realized they were the exact same height, weight and age. They even shared the same birthdate, September 15. "This is UN-BE-LIEVABLE!," Chris uttered. "Erik, you wanna' try something? Don't you have a grey sweatsuit like mine, one with the school logo on it? Put it on, will ya?" They changed clothes. "Let's go and see if we can mess with Rob." Rob had been in classes with Chris before and they knew each other well. He lived in the apartment next door. "Act like you're me. Go ask him if you can borrow one of his Garth Brooks CD's. When you come back, I'll do the same thing."

They carried out their plan. When Chris asked Rob for the CD, which he had already given Erik, Rob said "Man, what have you been smokin? I just GAVE it to you five minutes ago!"

"No you didn't!"

"Yes I did . . . !" Just as Rob was about to slug Chris he said "Hold on. Get out here, Erik." When Rob saw Erik come into his apartment, he nearly fell over. "Maybe I'VE been the one smoking! I'm startin' to see double." Erik explained who he was, and how all of this happened. Rob said "Boys, this could pay off in the future. It's not every day a guy finds himself looking back at him."

A month had passed. Chris and Erik expressed their mutual displeasure with the courses they were taking. "Dude, I've got an idea!," Erik blurted. "If you'll take my history exam, I'll take your philosophy test!" Chris questioned this. "Should we be doin' that? I don't want us to get screwed if we get caught cheating. Somebody's bound to find us out . . . unless we go whole hog!"

"Huh?!"

"Our tests are on Thursday, right? OK, I'll dress like you, and you can dress like me."

Thursday morning, both guys got up a few minutes early. Standing in front of each other's closets, they chose an outfit. Chris put on a pair of baggy Levi's, an oversized rugby shirt, and Erik's Reeboks. Erik wore a pair of Chris' form-fitting Wrangler jeans, a denim shirt, and black boots. Erik looked at Chris, Chris looked at Erik. Both guys started to get hardons just at the sight of each other. "If it isn't me, I don't know who it is! Wrong jacket and bookbag, dude!"

"Sorry . . . here you go." Having straightened that out, they shut the door and headed for their vehicles. Chris said "You can drive my truck, if you trust me with your car."

"No problem, go ahead. Let's get outta' here before we're late." Chris reminded Erik, "Meet me back here after the test. I've gotta' go to the Ag campus, and I can't go lookin' like you."

The morning couldn't have been more perfect! No one recognized Erik or Chris as not being Erik or Chris. Each guy also aced "their" exams. They pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex at the same time, exchanging grins and high-fives. "Buddy, we are GOOD!" Chris shouted to Erik. "Heck, yeah," Erik snickered. Having only thirty minutes to get to their next classes, they rushed upstairs and changed clothes.

About 5:30 a very tired and dirty Erik trodded through the door. Chris looked up and said "What in the hell happened to you, bud? Looks like you were caught in a cattle stampede!"

"A few of us decided we'd play football after class this afternoon. Guess who just happened to get tackled and land in the middle of a mudpuddle! I'm gonna' go shower." Erik returned dressed only in a pair of boxers, holding his back. "Ohh! I think I strained something!"

"That happened to me all the time back on the ranch. I know exactly how to fix it." Erik laid down on the couch. "Here. . ." Chris rubbed some BenGay on Erik's back. "this should help."

"Thanks, man." It was time for the news. The weather forecast called for freezing rain followed by several inches of snow.

The next morning (Friday) Erik awoke to find everything outside blanketed in white. Being a Californian, he'd never seen this much snow before. "Dude! Get up!" He ran into Chris' room. "Well, you're looking better!"

"Yep, I feel like a million bucks. You looked out yet?!" Nearly a foot of snow had fallen. Chris turned on the radio and it announced the university had called off all classes that day. "Yee-ha! Partner, this is a great day to hit the slopes!"

"Huh?" Erik looked at his friend puzzled. "You ever skiied before, E?"

"Nope. At least not on snow."

"Aww, it'll be easy. I'll teach you. Let's get crackin' before the crowd hits." Chris searched his closet. "Fuck! Musta' left 'em at home! That's a crock of shit!"

"Left what," Erik enquired. "My ski clothes."

"Don't worry, man. Listen, I have my credit card. We'll buy some stuff when we get there. I may as well buy myself a set of skis while I'm at it. Always wanted to learn how, but Southern California ain't exactly Aspen." Thirty minutes later, the two started out on their trip upstate. "Let's see what this thing'll do!" Chris started his truck and backed out of the snow-covered parking lot. "How about some breakfast. . . Mickey D's OK with you?" Erik said yes, so they went through the drive-thru. Main roads in the city had been plowed, but outlying areas were still snowbound. When they reached the city's edge, Chris kicked the truck into four-wheel drive. They arrived at the ski resort almost forty minutes later.

After purchasing all the necessary equipment, it was time to buy lift tickets and change clothes. Chris and Erik checked each other out, trading comments. "You look bitchin', dude!"

"You're lookin' mighty fine yourself, buddy!" Both of their ski suits showed off their Adonis-like bodies. Suddenly, Erik realized they were developing serious boners. Erik looked down and pointed, "I don't look THAT good, do I dude?" Chris saw what Erik was referring to and quipped back with "Well, bud, your stud finder's goin' off pretty hard too!" That conversation quickly ended when they boarded the chairlift.

Upon reaching the top of the mountain, Chris said "Erik, just follow my lead. You'll get the hang of it here pretty soon." They took off down the slope, and Erik soon flew past Chris. Chris sped up, screaming, "Asswipe! You said you'd never done this before! Come back here!" Before they knew it, the two friends had reached the bottom of the mountain. Chris stopped suddenly, spraying Erik with snow. "What was that all about, man? First time my foot!"

"I ain't shittin' with ya, Chrismeister! That WAS my first time. Guess I just picked it up naturally! Let's get offa' this kiddie slope now." Just then two blonde snowbunnies walked by. "Schwiing!," Erik whispered in Chris' ear. "Yeah, I hear ya'." One of them approached and said "Hey, you all looked pretty good up there. We're still new at this. Care to give us some pointers?" By this time there were already two pointers aimed right at the girls. Erik made eye contact with Melanie and Chris looked deep into Cindy's eyes. Mouths dropped open as everyone stood stunned. "What are YOU doin' here?" was the question of the moment.

Cindy and Chris were high school classmates, as were Erik and Melanie. Erik had always had the hots for Melanie, and Cindy had a major crush on Chris while they were in high school. They had each dated once, but that was it. Melanie and Cindy had skipped classes at USC and decided to spend the weekend skiing. Late afternoon arrived and snow started falling again. Skiing was over for the day, and the two couples went into the lodge to warm up. Everyone reminisced about their days in high school. Erik's eyes shifted toward the window. He tapped Chris on the shoulder. Snow was pouring down. Chris apologized, "Hate to break up our little party, gals, but we'd better be goin' before we get stuck up here. Maybe we can do this again sometime." They exchanged school telephone numbers and promised to stay in touch. Eric and Chris grabbed their gear. "Let's haul ass, E!"

The drive back home was an adventure. Cars were off on both sides of the road and the highway patrol urged people not to travel. A worried Erik asked "Does this thing come with a snowplow, dude?"

"Chill, man. You're worse than a longtailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs." Chris changed the subject. "What are the odds of us running into those girls from back home? You think we'll ever hear from 'em again?" Erik said "Hope so. It's too bad Melanie started dating the peckerwad captain of our high school basketball team."

"No kidding! Cindy dumped me for the captain of OUR basketball team. She didn't know what she was missing. I'd still take her in a second." Erik agreed. "Same here with Melanie! Oh well, that's life I guess." They arrived home after an hour on the road. Chris shut off the engine. "Told ya' we'd make it!"

Erik got out of the truck, scooped up a handful of snow, and slung it at Chris. A startled Chris said "Man, you call that a snowball?" He formed a clump of snow the size of a softball and pitched it at Erik. A snow-throwing war ensued. Erik finally surrendered. "'Nuff, dude! You win. Let's go in, 'cause I'm about to freeze."

They entered the apartment to find a message on the answering machine. It was Rob from next door. "If you're not busy, come over to my place for dinner tonight. There's somebody I'd like you guys to meet."

"Hmm, sounds interesting," Chris thought. "Are we busy, Erik?"

"No, not when there's food involved." After changing clothes, Chris and Erik went to their neighbor's apartment. "Hey! Come on in. Honey," Rob called over his shoulder, "they're here." A gorgeous redhead that would make any supermodel look like a dog walked out from the kitchen. "Chris, Erik, this is my wife, Renee." The threesome shook hands and Renee excused herself to go check on dinner. Chris asked "Man, when did this happen?"

"Over Christmas. She's a great girl, and she can really cook (lowering his voice to a whisper) in more ways than one." Rob burst out in laughter. "Soup's on," Renee called.

"I'm so full I couldn't eat another bite." Chris went into the living room and flopped onto the couch. Erik followed suit, "Yeah, I'm packed! That was a great dinner, Renee." Rob sat down in his recliner and turned on the television. After cleaning the kitchen, Renee walked in and sat on Rob's lap. "Sweetheart, you know what happens to me when you do that." They giggled and she moved to the chair beside him. During their thirty minutes of conversation, Erik noticed that the newlyweds couldn't keep their hands off of each other. "Gosh, Chris, look at the time. (It was only 8:45). We'd better be going." Rob said "Don't run off!"

"Nope, Erik and I are tired anyway. We've been skiing all day." Rob accompanied them to the door. Once out of Renee's hearing, Erik joked "Looks like she's got dessert ready for you. Go get it before it gets cold, ya' horndog you!" Rob unbuckled his belt as he shut the door behind them.

Chris unlocked their door. "That lucky stiff. I never thought he'd get married, at least this quick."

"Wouldn't you like to be a fly on their wall, Chris? I bet they've done it everywhere over there, probably even the dining room table."

"Eww, gross! Get your perverted little mind on something else." Just then the telephone rang; Erik answered. It was Cindy. She and Melanie were driving down to tomorrow to spend the day with Chris and Erik, that is if Chris and Erik wanted to. "Sure, fine." Erik gave directions to their apartment. "You'll be here at 12:30? OK, bye."

"Dude, we've just got ourselves dates tomorrow! This is turning out to be one hell of a weekend." Chris realized they had four tickets for tomorrow's basketball game. They would spend part of the day at the game, then go out for dinner. From there, it was hard telling what might happen.

The next morning, Erik and Chris quickly finished their homework. "Time to get ready, E. They'll be here before you know it." Both guys went to their bedrooms to get dressed. Erik said "Now, what should I wear?" Ten minutes later, Erik stood in front of the bathroom mirror combing his hair. Chris walked by, looked in, and exclaimed "Whoa, Nellie!" Erik was wearing a pair of black Guess jeans that were so tight they almost formed a second skin, a dark green silk shirt, and brown Timberlands. "My name ain't Nellie, dude!" Chris continued on into the living room. He bent over to put on his boots. Erik came over behind him, wolf whistled, and playfully smacked Chris on the rear. "Look at your cowboy ass crammed into them pants!" Chris was wearing a pair of extra-snug Wranglers, a red flannel shirt, and his black boots. "Ah, shut up! You've gotta admit though, we do look damn good, man!"

Right at 12:30, there was a knock on the door. Melanie and Cindy stood there, looking as good as ever. Chris told the girls what they'd planned for the day, and asked if it was alright with them. "Let's go, then." Out in the parking lot, Erik asked "Did you all have any trouble getting here?"

"No," Melanie replied, "not at all. The roads are practically clear now." Erik grabbed the keys from his pocket. "I'll drive." They climbed into his Mustang and hit the road destined for the arena on campus. Melanie commented, "This is a great car, Erik. When did you get it?"

"Over Christmas break." He thought to himself "Score one for me. Thanks for the babe machine, dad!" Looking in the rear-view mirror, his eyes met Chris' eyes. Erik raised his eyebrows and Chris flashed a cat-just-ate-the-canary grin on his face. Chris had read Erik's mind. He changed gears and slowed down to make a left turn into the arena garage.

Colorado Tech won the basketball game on a last second shot. It had been an exceptionally long game, and everyone was getting hungry. On the way back to the car, Cindy shivered. "Boy, it's cold out here. I guess I should've brought a bigger coat with me instead of this flimsy jacket."

"Here..." Chris removed his leather bomber and put it over Cindy's shoulders. He and Erik again exchanged grins. Erik leaned over and whispered, "Bonus points for the Chrismeister, huh?" Melanie grabbed Erik's hand. "What are you guys talking about now?" Chris and Erik decided to treat their dates to Chinese food. If this didn't impress the girls, nothing would.

Erik pulled into his parking space and invited the girls to come into their apartment for something to drink. They accepted the offer and went up the stairs to the second floor. Cindy reminded Melanie, "We can't stay too long. We've got to drive back home tomorrow."

"You party-pooper!," retorted Melanie. After seeing the girls off, a dejected Erik came in and slung himself down on the couch. "Guess that means we won't be gettin' ourselves any tonight, man." Chris said "Yep, we got screwed, that's for sure! After showing them a good time, they up and left us again." Chris looked at the bulge in Erik's crotch. "Something important comin' up there, man?"

"Afraid so, dude." Erik peered over at Chris and said "Seems to me you've got a problem too." Chris' dick was also throbbing and increasing in size. Chris re-adjusted himself in the chair. "We've gotten ourselves into another fine mess. Now how do we get out of it? Any ideas, E?" Erik was silent. "Erik?" Chris turned around and found Erik was no longer on the couch. "Now where did he go so fast?" Chris got up to got to the bathroom. After answering nature's call, he saw Erik's bedroom light was on and his door was partially closed. Chris' curiosity was peaked. He peered into Erik's room and was shocked to see Erik lying on his bed with his pants open and stroking generous 8" cock which was sticking straight up. Erik saw Chris' shadow, quickly hopped off of the bed, and tried to put himself back together. An embarrassed Chris said "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to bother you. I'll let you get back to what you were doing." A blushing Erik sheepishly said "Guess I've been caught. Geez, at least knock next time, will ya?" A few seconds later, Chris re-entered the room. Erik, still flustered, sighed. "Now what, man . . . " Chris had his own rod out stroking himself. "Care if I join ya, man?"

"No, go ahead, dude! It's true what they say about things being bigger and better in Texas, huh?"

"Well . . . a man's entitled to his own opinion I guess. You don't have anything to be ashamed of, either," Chris pointed at Erik's pulsating hardon. Erik said "Not a word of this to anybody or I'll castrate you!"

"Wild horses couldn't drag it outta' me, buddy! Let's call this our little secret."

"Chris, you ever done this with anybody before?"

"Nope, you're the first one!"

"Same here. Hey, betcha' I can spurt my wad before you!" Chris chuckled. "Alright, you're on!"

They increased the pace of their handjobs. Chris was doing double-duty. Not only was his hand busy, but he was also humping his hardon back and forth through his clenched fist. Erik, who was at this point very turned on, said "Ride that buckin' bronco of yours!" He began stroking himself with both hands. "Hang ten, beachboy!"

A couple of minutes into wanking, Chris said "Erik, I know neither of us is gay or anything like that, but this is the most fun I've had with someone in a long time."

"Yeah, life hasn't been this exciting in quite a while!"

"Believe I'm about to win, buddy!" Chris then fired a huge shot of cowboy cream, followed by several more. Erik said "YO! Dude, I'm fixin' to wipe out too!" A tsunami of surfsperm flew from the head of his jerking cock.

Chris said "Would it be alright with you if we did this again sometime?" Erik almost immediately replied, "Sure, but not tonight. I'm beat."

"Yeah, me too. Let's clean up and go to bed."

Monday evening, Erik and Chris were sitting on the couch in front of the boob tube. There was nothing on worth watching. Erik turned toward Chris.

"You as bored as me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Wanna' do something to pass the time?" By the look on Erik's face, Chris knew what he had in mind.

"Hell, why not?" Chris reached down and fished out his cock from underneath his sweatpants.

"What are you waitin' for, Christmas? Whip that surfboard of yours out, man." Erik slid down his pants and began to pump his pecker. After both guys had gotten hard, Erik scooted over toward Chris.

"Chris, I'm not gay or anything like that, but do you care if I feel yours?"

"Sure, but only if you let me try yours on for size." They removed their hands from their cocks and traded places. Chris then got bold.

"Go ahead, man, do me. Make me blow my wad again!"

"On one condition: you gotta' return the favor. Jack me 'til I jizz all over the place!" They slowly started stroking each other.

"Awww, that feels good!" Erik agreed. "Dude, this is awesome." After about five minutes, Chris couldn't stand much more. He stood up with Erik still stroking him. "Gonna' shoot, E!" Three giant milky white globs of spunk fired from Chris' cocked and loaded sex gun. Chris sped up his pumping of Erik's rod.

"Do me, Chrismeister. Here I cum!" Erik stood on his toes, arched his back, and hosed out volley after volley of sexjuice from his brick-hard rod. Chris watched his buddy unloading. "Whoa, that was a real nut-drainer there, partner!" Erik grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah, I really pumped it up good, didn't I?"

Their mutual beatoff session had ended with two huge puddles of cream covering the coffee table. Chris put his arm around Erik's shoulder.

"Man, I really had my doubts about you at the beginning of the semester, but you're a great roommate! I can see we're gonna have a lot of fun together."

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