There He Was With His College Roommate

When it first happened, I thought my first experience was unusual, but I've since learned better. It happened eight years ago when I was 19 and a sophomore at New York University. Then, as now, I was 6 feet tall and weighed in at 160, and I still have blond hair and blue eyes. I'm smooth, with what they call a "swimmer's build," but my sport was basketball.

On the day it all started, I was supposed to be heading off to one class or another (I forget which), but just didn't feel like going. In fact, I didn't feel like doing much of anything, so I decided to head back to my dorm room, kick back and hide from the world for a while. I figured my bunk-mate wouldn't be back till after his classes so I'd have some peace and quiet for a while.

Let me tell you about him for a moment, since he plays a big role in this story. Todd was a guy from out on Long Island and was a dead ringer for the actor Steve Guttenberg. My height, my weight, but with brown hair and eyes, a solid hairy chest and a smile that brought the girls running. He was the same age as I was.

There's another that was a part of this too, Allen. Allen was the closest thing I had to a best friend there; we had been bunkmates the previous year but finally decided we weren't really suited to dorming with each other. There was just something about him, but I chalked it up to his being weird and me being from the mid-west. He was sort of the nerd type. He didn't have buck teeth and taped-together glasses, but he always had his nose in a book. He didn't date that often, that I knew about, but he could have; he was the same age and Todd and me, and looked sort of like a combination of the two of us. He had Todd's brown hair and eyes, and my smooth build.

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OK, so much for the background. I checked my mail and went up in the elevator, looking forward to hitting the sack, and walked down the deserted hallway. Stuck my key in the lock, turned it and opened the door. And then I nearly dropped dead.

Todd and Allen were stark naked on Todd's bed, and Todd was fucking Allen up the ass!

I'm not sure who was more shocked, them or me. I didn't know whether to chase them the fuck out of the room or whether to leave myself, so I just stood there. I must have interrupted at a "climactic moment," because Todd jumped up, yanking his cock from Allen's hole (Jesus, was he big!), and as he tried to stand up, he was shooting his load on Allen's back and on the floor and everything. Allen just rolled over, grabbed a sheet and pulled it up over him.

The sound came on at that point. "Ron!"

"Oh shit!" I'm not sure who was saying what, but they were both saying it over and over again. I looked down and say a big puddle of cum on the floor, and that's when I got grossed out and left. I just turned around and walked away.

The next week was hellish for me. I had never given even the slightest thought to messing around with another guy, and I never thought my friends were into it either. I was sick for a time, but something weird was going on: whenever I thought about what I saw, I got a boner. It left me very confused. I stayed out late every night and left early, so I never talked with Todd about it. I wasn't even sure I wanted to.

About a week later, I had come to the conclusion that my cock was getting hard for a reason whenever I thought about it. Whatever my feelings had been, I knew now that I was turned on by the idea, but didn't have any idea what to do about it. That night, I found out. It was late, and I remember that I didn't have to be up the next morning, so it must have been a Friday night. I was laying in my bed and Todd was in his (we still hadn't spoken), and I was just staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The image of what I'd seen kept running through my mind and I was rock-hard, but didn't know if Todd was asleep or not, so I wasn't going to pull off.

Todd must have thought I was asleep though, because I started to hear the sheets moving and the sound of flesh on flesh, with some funny breathing. I turned my head slightly, and in the dim light coming in the window, I could see that he was pulling his rod. In the shadows, I could barely make it out, but I could tell that it was as big as I thought at first.

Now my cock was really hard, but I still didn't know what to do. I laid there for a minute and the tension in my groin was really building. Finally I took a deep breath and said, "Todd?" He jumped slightly and pulled his sheet up over his dick real fast before he answered. "What?"

"About the other day..." I started, swinging around and getting off the bed, coming toward his bed (I was still pretty fucking nervous, so I walked real slow). He cut me off. "Ron, I don't know what to say. You weren't supposed to see that."

"I figured that," I said, and by now, I was right next to his bed, angling myself so I was between him and the window. I could see, now that I was closer, that his cock was still hard under the sheet. He couldn't see the fact that my cock was rock-hard in my briefs though. "I've been thinking about it all week, and it's left me pretty confused."

He seemed to relax a little when he realized I wasn't going to pound the shit out of him. "That's OK," he said, "I already have the paperwork to get a room transfer. I just have to drop the form off Monday, and I'll be out of here."

"Look, that's not it." I said. "At first I was pretty grossed-out and didn't know what to think. Every time I thought about what I walked in, two things happened. One, I got a little sick."

"And what was the other?" he asked. I leaned down a little and grabbed his wrist, pulled it up and twisted it slightly so his palm was right on the bulge my dick was making in my briefs. "This!" I said.

I let go, but he didn't. He kept his hand on my hard-on. I wasn't sure what to say, so I just started talking. "Every time I think about it, I get so fucking turned-on. I'm not 100% sure about this, but I think I want to try it."

He was now rubbing my cock through the briefs, and I felt like I was going to cum. He asked me, "Try what?"

I took a deep breath. "Making it with a guy." As soon as I said it, he tightened his grip and I was sure I was gonna blow off. I grabbed his hand off, and said (moaned, really), "No, stop, I don't want to cum yet." In the dim light, I could see he had put the hand that had been on my dick down onto his, and he was rubbing it. "Your place or mine?" he said, and with the shared chuckle, the building tension had broken.

He had me shuck off my briefs and had me lay down in the small bed next to him, facing him. He told me I could put my hands anywhere I wanted, and after wondering what it was I really wanted to do, I took him up on his offer. I touched his hairy chest, and really got hot thinking that this was the first other guy I'd ever touched. I touched his lips. I touched his legs. I don't know how long I spent just touching. Finally he grabbed my hand (like I had grabbed his), and he wrapped around his pole. He felt as hard as I knew I was, and I just held it in my hand, his hand holding mine. He started moving his hand up and down, slowly, and then he said, "So, how does it feel to be jerking off another guy?"

It felt great, and I told him so. I'd never held another guy's dick before, and it was a real turn-on. Then I felt his hand land on my thigh and start to work its way up my leg. He brushed my balls and then I felt his hand wrap around my rod. What a fucking feeling! I was getting jerked off and I was jerking off by another guy. It felt so fucking hot!

At that point, I think I kind of lost control. I started jerking him faster and faster, and he was matching me stroke for stroke. I felt the cum building up, only this time I didn't want it to stop. And when he leaned over slightly and kissed me, I returned it, and as soon as what I'd done sunk in, I started to blow my load. I scrunched my face up next to his, and the feel of the stubble on his cheek and chin was just too fucking much. I shot my balls dry, all over the two of us, and then he said, "I can't hold it!" and he creamed too.

I felt kind of funny after that, but I think Todd knew just what to do. He talked to me, and I talked back, and we spent the rest of the night just talking. We finally both fell asleep, and when I woke up I thought maybe it was all some far-out dream - until I realized I was in his bed next to him, naked. We did more than talk the rest of that weekend, and I've never regretted any of it.

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