My Roomie Jason

My first day of college in Hawaii was hot. I stepped off the air-conditioned plane and into the sweltering heat of Honolulu, glancing around nervously for the college van that was supposed to meet me. A Midwest boy from Ohio, I was out of my depth in this big tourist trap, but I was determined to get my education as far from my stifling family as I could. My dad was a holy roller that condemned me to hell for being gay, and my Mom was in denial over the same fact. She was thrilled I was going to college in Hawaii. She hoped I'd meet some nice, pretty, Hawaiian girl and get over this "gay" thing. Fat chance, Mom.

As I looked around, I caught my reflection in one of the tall, glossy windows that lined the terminal of Honolulu Airport. I was a small kid; only 5'5", about 140 pounds, with dark blond hair and hazel eyes. I had played volleyball and ran track in high school, so I was in great shape. Two years on the high school diving team had tightened the muscles that volleyball and track gave me too. All in all, I was proud. My hope was to find a hot guy to break the taboo of gay sex that I had lived under all my life. I was ready to pop my cherry, and take my place in the queer world.

I saw someone waving a sign with my college name on it: Hawaii Loa College. I grabbed my bags and headed over to meet the guy. As I approached, he looked me up and down and smiled. "Hi, welcome to Hawaii," he said "Thanks." I replied. "What's your name?" he asked, checking a clipboard in his hand. "Oh, um, My name is Christian Allen." I answered. "OK, I gotcha. The van is down front; you can go ahead and jump in. I have one more student to pick up. My name is Dave Leary, by the way."

We shook hands, and I picked up my bags and went down the length of the airport and outside. The heat was even more intense out here. I quickly found the van, and stowed my stuff inside the back and jumped inside. A few minutes later, Dave walked up, with a tall, Oriental girl trailing behind him.

The trip to the main campus was breathtaking. The campus was nestled like a jewel amongst emerald colored mountains on the Windward side of the Island. As we went through the Pali Tunnel halfway up the mountain side, we emerged to look out over a vista as pure as the Garden of Eden. I heard the girl next to me gasp at the sight. I whole heartily agreed. I was enthralled.

We pulled up to the dorm areas, and Dave led us through check in. My dorm was Lehua dorm, named after a flower found only in Hawaii. I went to my room, stowed my things, made my bed, and sat down to wait for lunch time. I had the room to myself, as my roommate hadn't arrived yet.

I must have nodded off, because the next thing I remember was a loud bang of my door being thrown open and someone backing into the room, dragging a luggage chest. I jumped up to help him, grabbing the opposite handle as we struggled to get it through the door and onto his bed. We dropped it with a thud, and, panting, I turned to introduce myself.

What I saw in front of me was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Maybe 5'7", 150 lb., with curly, jet black hair, and piercing green eyes, he was the image of a Greek god. I stared at him in awe for a few moments before I could shake myself free from the spell those eyes put on me. "Uh, he..hello...," I stammered, "I'm Christian Allen. I guess you must be Jason Parsons." He grinned broadly, making my insides melt, and thrust out his hand. "Yep, I'm Jason," he replied, "where ya from, Chris?" "I'm from Ohio. Akron area." "No shit?! I'm from Cleveland!!" "Really? Cool! We should have a lot in common." "What's your major?" "Marine Biology. What's yours?" "Marine Biology, too!"

This was starting to get weird, but I was happy. Jason seemed like a great guy, and we had a lot of common interests. We compared class schedules, and saw we had almost all of our classes together. Jason was enthusiastic about this. "We can help each other study." He said.

We settled into our routines. The schoolwork was tough, but it went fast, so it was weeks later before either of us had time to sit and relax. Classes just took so much time, and we both had made the classic freshman mistake of scheduling classes first thing in the morning. Other than our electives (I took French and theater; he took art history and German), our classes were all the same.

One afternoon, I got back to the room after theater arts and found the room empty. It had been a while since I had any private time, so I decided I needed to jerk off. I stripped down to the buff, sprawled on top of my sheets and began to pull on my hardening dick. My 7.5 inches reared up quickly, and I mused that it had been too long between j/o sessions. I wrapped my fist around my cock firmly and began to stroke in earnest, my other hand playing with my balls and teasing my asshole. Precum beaded up from the depths of my body and dripped to pool into my bellybutton. I dipped a finger into the pool of slick liquid and smeared it around the head of my dick. The sensations shot like a bolt of electricity up my spine and back down to the soles of my feet. I let out an involuntary moan, and began to stroke harder.

I was so into my dick and the sensations I was feeling that I didn't hear the door to our room being unlocked and opened. I did hear the door shut though, and my eyes snapped open to find Jason staring at me, mouth gaping wide open in shock. Mortified, I grabbed a pillow and covered my dripping prick. Jason stood there for a moment, mouth still gaped open, looking into my eyes with an unreadable expression. He finally shook himself and walked nonchalantly over to the desk. "Hey, don't be embarrassed." He said. "We all do it. I did it twice this morning." "I know. Sorry you had to see it though," I said, "I'll take it into the bathroom to finish." "No need," he replied, "I'm going in there to take a shower anyway. Just go ahead and finish out here while I'm in the shower."

With that, he grabbed a towel and walked into our bathroom. I heard the shower start and I heard the curtain open and close. A little more relaxed, I went back to my dick, determined to blow a load before he finished.

My dick, on the other hand, had other ideas. The shock of being cock stroking the gecko, so to speak, caused me to lose my erection. I had to work to get it back, self conscious of my roommate in the next room. I buried my head under a pillow and concentrated on the pleasures. Slowly, my dick began to respond again.

Just as I got back up to full mast, the bathroom door opened and Jason walked out wearing only a towel around his waist. As I quickly covered my aching hard on with my pillow again, two things struck me as odd: First, I hadn't heard the shower curtain open, which means he slipped out around it so as to not make noise, and second, Jason NEVER came into the room wearing only a towel. After his showers, Jason always dressed in the bathroom and came out fully dressed. What the hell was going on? Jason was dating the Marine Science professor's daughter, so I knew this couldn't be a come on. Yet, he was acting like he wanted to catch me jacking off.

Jason looked at me and smiled that killer smile. "Don't mind me, Chris. Just keep going. I'll keep quiet. I'm just going to sit at the desk and do some studying."

I sighed and nodded, and took the pillow off my dick and put it over my face to block out distractions. I continued to stroke gently, teasing the head of my cock lightly. I heard a noise next to me and turned my head so I could peek out from under the pillow without Jason being able to see me looking. He had taken the towel off, folded it in half lengthwise and wrapped it back around his waist. Then he sat in the chair closest to me and crossed one leg over the other. From my vantage on the bed, I could see right up the towel. His dick was laying heavily against his thigh, and as I watched it began to get harder and longer.

I lifted the pillow from my face quickly, and caught him staring at my dick. Jason's face flushed a deep crimson when he realized he had been caught. I smile and sat up onto the bed and dropped to my knees on the floor. I crawled over to him, keeping his eyes locked with mine. As I reached him, he opened his mouth to say something, but I shushed him with a finger across his lips. His dick was fully erect now, and denials coming out of his mouth would be meaningless.

I unwrapped the towel from around his waist, and slid my hands up his inner thighs, my fingertips lightly grazing his nut sack. I heard him gasp, and a small spurt of precum popped onto the head of his dick. I quickly bent my head and licked it off, savoring the sweet flavor. Jason's hips bucked involuntarily. I let my tongue trace lazy circles around the head of his prick, watching in fascination as his breathing became more and more ragged. Finally, I opened my mouth and swallowed the 8 inch rod before me. Jason let out a soft whimper, and thrust upwards into my throat.

I bobbed up and down for a few minutes, taking care to stop every now and then to savor his tasty precum. Finally I pulled off and stood up. Grabbing his hand, I led him over to my bed and pushed him down onto his back. I slipped back down to my knees between his legs and gently pushed his thighs apart and up, exposing the sweetest looking asshole I had ever seen. I couldn't resist. My face moved down and my tongue darted out of its own accord, slipping eagerly into the moist, clean hole in front of me.

It was like someone had touched Jason with an exposed wire. His back arched up and a loud groan escaped from his throat. His chest, already heaving from the pleasures on his dick, began to bead with sweat. His eyes took on a glazed look, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth in animalistic abandon. I felt his hands grasp mine in a fierce grip as I licked and slurped and prodded his asshole with my eager tongue. He squirmed n my bed like a snake trying to shed it's skin.

After about five minutes of rimming him, he suddenly sat up, grabbed my head, and pulled me into a ferocious kiss. My dick was leaking precum by the gallon and he reached down and grasped it gently, pulling it, milking it with a tenderness that belied the fierceness of his kiss. He broke away and pushed me backwards onto the bed. He slithered down the length of my body, until his face was even with my cock. Seeing the precum leaking from the tip, he moaned in appreciation and lapped it up. The sensations sent the same bolt of electricity down my spine, causing my back to arch just as his did.

He wasted little time sucking my dick. He was after my ass. My legs were thrown back, and I felt his face dive into my crack with gusto. His tongue jammed up into my asshole and I let out a small gasp of ecstasy. This is what I wanted. This is what I came to Hawaii to get. I knew right then that Jason was going to fuck me. And I wanted nothing else in the whole world.

He sat upright, my thighs still held up in his hands, my asshole wet and exposed. He looked at it with hungry eyes, and then tore his gaze away to look at me. I saw the question, the request, the need in that look. And I answered it with a gaze of my own the said, undeniably, yes. Fuck me.

He ran into the bathroom and emerged with some sun tan lotion. Smearing a dollop onto his dick and working some into my virgin hole, he prepared us both for what we both craved. He knelt down, gave my aching dick a few licks, and then lined his pulsing cock head with my waiting asshole. A quick jab, and the head popped in. The pain was intense, but brief. He gave me a few moments to adjust to the invading dick, and then slowly began to feed its length into me. The pain vanished, replaced by the most glorious sensation I had ever felt. Tears came to my eyes from the intense pleasure he was giving me.

He pushed until his entire length was surrounded by my warm flesh. I felt his balls nestled between the crack of my ass cheeks. His face had a determined look on it, but I could tell he was holding back in fear of hurting me. I smiled at him, squeezed my ass muscles tightly, causing him to shudder in pleasure. "You just took a virgin ass, Jason." I told him "now fuck me hard. I wanna get fucked so hard, I can't stand for a week. It feels so fucking good. Make it feel better!"

Jason smiled sweetly, and nodded. I felt his hips begin to gyrate and thrust. Each time his prick slid into me, my cock got a little harder. Each thrust was pure ecstasy. Jason began fucking me in earnest, slamming his hips back and forth in a sweet boy fuck. The head of his dick grazed over my prostate with each plunge, causing a little precum to spurt out each time; Jason dipped his finger into it and slipped his finger into his mouth, sucking off all the precum from his finger. I could feel my orgasm coming. I was getting so close. "Fuck me, Jason." I panted. "Fuck me harder. Come on, baby. Make me cream. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

It was like a mantra I chanted at him, begging him, pleading with him to fuck me harder. And he obliged me. His hard prick slammed in and out like a piston, fucking deeper and faster with every thrust. I was in bliss.

Suddenly, without warning, my cock erupted, waving around wildly spraying my ball juice everywhere. Jason grinned happily and continued to fuck me. My dick stopped spraying, but lost none of its hardness. I gripped the sheets on my bed with both hands and held on, surprised at the intensity of the feelings Jason was still giving me. Jason's breathing became erratic again. "I'm close," he moaned, "I'm gonna cum."

Before he could empty his cream into my waiting ass, my dick took center stage again, letting loose a second volley of jism. My second orgasm rocked my entire body, and my ass clamped down on Jason's thrusting prick. That was all it took. Jason let out a loud moan, and buried his cock into my ass up to the hilt, slamming his balls against my crack. I felt spurt after spurt of his thick load coating my insides. He twitched and bucked like a bronco in a rodeo as he unloaded his balls into me.

As our mutual orgasm subsided, Jason went limp and collapsed on top me. His softening dick slipped out of my well-fucked and no longer virgin ass with a soft plop. I wrapped my arms around him, and we hugged each other tightly. It was a long while before either of us moved.

That year with Jason was one of discovery. I learned what it meant to be gay, to be in love, and to be loved. Everything I ever tried sexually, I tried first with Jason. He was my friend, my lover, my teacher, and my student. When we graduated from college, he went on to study abroad, while I went back home to Ohio. I have lost touch with him over the years, but his memory is vivid in my mind, I miss you, Jason. And I love you still.

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written by gaiasdruid