Date: Fri, 6 May 2016 18:29:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: gaystoryman@yahoo.com
Subject: College Roommates Chapter 1

I hung up the landline. My stomach was churning, my mind was spinning and
my cock was hard and dripping precum. At 42 years old, I had just attended
my 20th college reunion. The highlight had been catching up with my junior
and senior year roommate. The school I attended was in the southeast in a
medium sized city.  With just over 10,000 students, the university was
composed of about half men and women. My name is Ed, and I graduated from
their in 1996 at age 22 and later attended law school. At the time I was
there, the "don't ask don't tell rule" applied to both the military and to
southern life. As a history major, I wanted to fit in and blend. I dated a
few girls, and went out with some for a semester or so before breaking
up. I tended to find girls who were saving themselves for marriage and
thought I was a great guy for respecting their limits. When things heated
up and the "ring" became a topic of conversation, I'd find a way to end the
relationship a few weeks later, and start the scenario all over again.

Not really knowing anyone when I applied, the school chose my roommate my
freshman year. The school did a pretty good job of pairing as we lasted as
roommates until the end of our sophomore year at which time he decided to
transfer to another school. The gods must have smiled favorably on me, as
one of the Big Men on Campus found himself in the same boat. I was
flabbergasted when he approached me about rooming together our junior
year. At 6 foot 4, 250 lb., dark blonde hair, blue eyes that sparkled when
he smiled I could not imagine why he was asking me, a 5 foot 7, 170 lb.,
black hair and blue eyes, to room with him. I knew I needed to tone up and
lose some weight, but it never seemed to happen. I was relatively shy and
only felt at ease after I knew someone, at which point, I could carry on a
great conversation, while Joey never met a stranger. I was always in awe
with the way he could walk into a room of 100 strangers and could exit with
at least 75 new friends.  We really gotten to know each other our sophomore
year in history 201.  Joey was a business major, asked my help in the
course, which I readily agreed to. He became my coach in accounting. Each
of us could explain the course to the other better than the professors, and
we helped each other ace the courses.

We made great roommates, and I always was scarce anytime Joey needed the
room for extracurricular activities. The third weekend of our Junior year,
Joey knew I was going to be on campus and in the room, but he got lucky,
and quietly opened the door one Friday night about two in the morning. The
lights in the room were out and I pretended to be asleep.  Within a few
minutes I could hear them making out and then the distinct sounds of
fucking began. Joey seemed to be a gentle and considerate lover from the
sounds they made.  She was a moaner, and got louder Joey fucked her for at
least a half hour.  A street lamp illuminated his bed, while mine was in
darkness. I quietly shifted position so I could see his bed and got a great
view of his ass as he pounded her.  His butt clinched and relaxed as his
speed picked up. They were in the missionary position, her legs spread
wide, welcoming the assault on her pussy. Believe it or not, I had never
seen Joey's ass before and it was the most beautiful ass I had ever seen.
With a thirty eight inch waist, according to his jeans, Joey's ass was firm
but plentiful. As he fucked, he would pull his cock almost out allowing his
cheeks to spread before clinching his ass and ramming back into her. My
breathing became shallow as my cock got harder and harder. Knowing I had to
keep quiet, I allowed my finger to play only with the tip of my uncut cock,
sticking my finger into the hood and rotating it around as I watched the
private porn show.  His ass and cock became a machine as Joey picked up
speed making his butt the center of attention in the light. I could almost
swear that the noise level escalated on purpose to wake me up, making me
wonder if he was trying to attract my attention. After Cumming in her
twice, they exited the room and I went to sleep. When I awoke, Joey was
asleep, nude on the top of his sheets allowing me to see this 7 inch thick,
cut cock sporting morning wood. God, I wanted to suck a load of cum out of
him, but instead went and showered and went to the library as finals were
around the corner.  Majoring in pre-law, adopted the habit of studying
Friday nights, and was usually in bed in the dark by the time Joey got
in. Many a Friday night he would enter, make sure I was asleep and bring a
girl to bed. After the first session, he always cut on his desk lamp which
would illuminate his bed, as if to give my bed a front row seat to the fuck
show which followed. The women would quietly strip and get in the bed,
while Joey seemed to give both us up a strip tease as he slowly removed his
clothes. Many Saturday mornings he was asleep nude on top of the sheets
sporting a woodie. Neither of us commented on the Friday nights or Saturday
mornings, and I figured Joey had little modesty.



After graduation, we went our separate ways, I to law school and Joey to
the northern west coast to work for a nursery that specialized in roses. My
parents ran a nursery in the Carolinas that specialized in native plants,
especially camellias. Joey and I kept in touch first by telephone and then
as the internet blossomed by email. He let me know he was dating the
daughter of the owner of the nursery and asked me to be his best man. By
now, I was well into my senior year of law school, and when he mentioned
dates in the summer, I told him that because of the bar review and bar
exam, I would be out of commission the entire month of July. I agreed to be
his best man, and he called distressed that his bride had set the date
during the week of the bar exam. I wished him well and called him the
morning of the wedding. Our phone calls and emails were regular for a
while, but with the entire continent of North America separating us,
finally correspondence dwindled to Christmas cards and the occasional phone
call or email.

We connected through Facebook six years ago and photos and other daily
events could be viewed easily. He messaged me that he didn't see a steady
girl in the photos and my excuse was I was still playing the field.  As our
20th college reunion approached we both decided to attend. Both of us had
kept up with some of the college crowd and looked forward to
reconnecting. He and I made reservations at our hotel where special rates
had been arranged for our class, even to the point of having us on one
floor. Joey's wife was supposed to attend, when I got there, found he was
by himself. The hotel had given us adjoining connecting rooms. Joey seemed
quite casual in his manner of dress in the room wearing a towel, or shorts
only most of the time. I quickly followed suit, but nothing happened
sexually.

The phone call I had gotten was from Joey. His wife had caught him naked,
kissing and had thrown him out. As he worked for the family business, his
job had been terminated and until the divorce court finished, he was
unwelcomed. My parents had died, and I had assumed the jobs of keeping the
nursery and a small town law practice afloat. There weren't enough hours in
the day, and I was elated to here Joey ask for work and hired him over the
telephone to be the manager of the nursery. My only qualms was he had asked
to move in with me until his finances were settled and he could afford a
place of his own. To keep my sanity, I purchased a small condo about an
hour from home, and would sometimes go out of town to meet with other gay
men for the weekend. The only men I knew were gay where I lived didn't
interest me, and because of the culture, I was still, "don't ask don't
tell."

I drove to the airport and met him. His flight had been delayed and he
finally deplaned and got his luggage about 1 am on a hot Saturday in
July. My condo was only about twenty minutes from the airport, and I
suggested we crash there for the evening. I told Joey he could have the
king sized bed and I could take the oversized sofa. After a couple of
beers, I told him to shower and I would do so as soon as he finished. The
bath was an en suite and I was surprised to find Joey sprawled naked on the
bed when I entered to shower. Joey looked better than ever and I tried to
avert my eyes. He was everything I wanted and as far as I knew straight as
hell. My Gaydar never registered around Joey. I showered and came out of
the bathroom with a towel around my waist. Joey was on the bed, head on two
pillows looking straight at the bathroom door, his legs spread, and cock
hard as a rock as he fondled it.

"I forgot to tell you one thing, the person she caught me kissing was a
man. He looked just like you Ed. He told me he was gay. I've wanted you for
twenty two years. Hell, I knew you were awake and I made sure you saw my
ass and cock as much as I could. I hoped that when you saw how one of the
girls would finger my ass as I fucked her, you would get the idea. The
college reunion put me over the top, seeing you again and not being able to
connect with you. While I came to get undressed in here, I opened the
drawer in your nightstand and found all I needed to know with a couple of
gay books, lube, condoms and DVDs. I am so ready for you."

End of Chapter 1