Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2016 09:50:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: Desire in the Dormitory

			  Desire in the Dormitory


My name is Cory Henderson.  I am nineteen years young, and I am gay.
Nobody knows that about me, except me.  It doesn't really matter.  The only
sex I have is with myself.  I am still a virgin.

Unlike most gay men, I am heavily into sports.  I am a gymnast, which is
what stereotypically one would expect a gay man (into sports) to be.  I am
on my college's gymnastic team.  I am good, but not good enough to have
Olympic aspirations.  I suspect that at least one other member of my team
is gay, but I am not entirely sure, and I am not about to come onto him.
If he has any suspicions about me, I would imagine he feels the same way,
and wouldn't dare to out himself to me.  Anyhow, I have no sexual desires
for him.

I am built like a typical gymnast.  I am only five feet, eight inches tall,
but my muscles have muscles.  I am aware of the admiring glances of my
fellow students, both male and female.  Unfortunately, only my teammates
have seen my cock, and only in the shower, and only in its flaccid state.
It's a five inch, cut beauty.  It has some heft as well, and reaches about
seven inches when I whack off.

So far I have had no problem curbing my sexual appetite, or living with my
secret.  There is only one area of my life that is giving me trouble.  Late
last August, when I met my roommate for the first time, I was consumed with
lust.  Ray Jensen is an athlete also, and he plays football with our
college team.  He is six feet, two inches tall.  His skin color is a light
mocha.  His body is hairy, whereas I am almost hairless.  I know that he is
nearly as muscular as I am, but he weighs two hundred fifty pounds.  His
muscles are somewhat hidden by some flab.

It doesn't matter to me.  The first time I saw him naked, I gasped out
loud, and Ray laughed.  He is uncut and his monstrous black cock, when
flaccid, is as big as mine is, when erect.  It is also twice as fat around.
I saw it hard the first morning we roomed together, and I believe it was as
big as a baseball bat.  Perhaps I exaggerate, but it seemed that way to me.

Sometime during the first week of the semester, I came back to our room
very late in the evening.  The gym team had really been put through the
ropes that afternoon.  Ray was sound asleep, lying naked in his bed.  His
cover sheet was pushed down to the foot of his bed.  He was flat on his
back, and his monster was at full mast.  I found out later that the
football team had been put through an equally rigorous practice session.
Ray had come home just a few minutes before me, and collapsed into bed.

He smelled fresh, and I realized his team must have showered before going
home, just as mine had.  I closed and locked our door and stood frozen,
staring at him.  I wanted desperately to stroke his cock with my tongue.  I
didn't believe I could even get his cockhead into my mouth.  His luscious,
dark purple head had fully unsheathed itself from his black foreskin, and
it was facing the ceiling.

I approached his bed, and I swear I began to bend down toward his inviting
rod.  He smelled so good I almost swooned.  Suddenly Ray groaned in his
sleep, jolting me back to reality.  I couldn't stand to look at his cock,
so I took his cover sheet and draped it across his body.  It didn't do much
to hide the object of my desire.  There was a fair sized pyramid outlined
in the sheet.

As soon as he was covered, Ray mumbled, "Thanks buddy."

Good God.  He was awake.  I shuddered at the thought of what might have
happened if I had given into my lustful desires.  I might be telling you
this story from beyond the grave.

After that I did everything in my power to avoid seeing Ray undressed, but
that was nearly impossible.  We both slept naked, and more often than not,
we ran into each other when we were showering in the morning.  One time Ray
asked me to wash his back.  I needed to defuse my lust, so I laughed and
said, "Sure, you want me to do your back so you can grab my cock."  I
laughed as hard as I could, and ran out of the shower.

While we were drying ourselves, Ray started to laugh also.  "Sorry Buddy,"
he said, "I was serious back there, and for your information, I had no
ulterior motive.  Don't be so sensitive.  I have no desire to get into your
pants."

I wanted to say, "You can get into my pants any day of the week, big guy,"
but instead I said, "I'm sorry too.  I guess I am too sensitive."

>From that day on, I noted a subtle change in Ray.  He still slept naked,
but he was careful to remove his boxers after he got into bed, and he never
seemed to shower at the same time that I did any more.  Certainly I was
glad about that, but the idea of his avoiding me while in the nude,
disturbed me somehow.

Just before winter break, we were both lying in bed, talking about how much
we were looking forward to going home.  Both of us lived too far away to
have gone home for the short Thanksgiving holiday.  We had each packed a
small suitcase and we were going to share a cab to the bus depot,
immediately after our last class the next day.  I don't remember it
happening, but I fell asleep in the middle of our conversation.  I usually
pee before I go to bed, but I didn't that night.  As a result I woke up
about 2 AM.  I was about to step out of bed, and grab my robe to go to the
bathroom, when I heard strange grunting noises coming from Ray's bed.  I
knew that sound well.  Ray was whacking off.  As badly as I needed to pee,
I decided to wait until he was finished.  I had no idea if he would be
embarrassed or not if I caught him.  I wondered how I would feel if he
caught me going at it.  I didn't get an answer from me.

I was trying desperately to get a peek at what was going on.  There was
enough moonlight coming into the room, that at the very least, shadows were
discernible.  I turned my head very slightly, and my efforts were rewarded.
I distinctly saw a tube of lube on the bed stand between our two beds.
Beyond that, Ray had his hand wrapped around his cock, and was stroking
slowly.  At least three inches of his cock protruded above his extra huge
palm.  Every so often Ray stopped stroking.  After a short rest, he
resumed.  I realized that he was doing all he could to prolong his orgasm.
That was well and good, but if I didn't pee soon, I was going to wet my
bed.

Finally, I could bear it no longer.  I pretended I couldn't see anything.
I got out of bed, grabbed my robe and ran out of the room.  When I got
back, Ray was under his cover sheet and lying on his side, facing away from
me.  I didn't know if he had finished, or if he had given up because of my
intrusion.  My question was answered about a half hour later.

After I peed, I was unable to fall asleep again.  Ray must have thought
otherwise.  I heard him throw off his covers.  I peeked at him through a
barely opened single eye.  He turned on his back, and continued where he
left off when I got out of bed.  I guess he wasn't greased enough, because
he reached over for the tube of lube, and replenished the grease on his
palm.

I continued to play possum.  Eventually, I heard Ray's stifled scream.  I
also thought I heard him mutter someone's name.  I peeked and saw his fist
in his mouth.  I'd give anything to know whose name he called out.  I
wanted to know what lucky girl was the object of his masturbation
fantasies.

After his jerking body calmed down, he reached under his pillow and took
out some facial tissues.  He cleaned himself as best he could.  Finally, he
got out of bed and threw his tissues in our trash can.  He put the tube of
lube into one of his dresser drawers.  Grabbing his bathrobe, he left the
room for a few minutes.

I don't know what devil possessed me while Ray was out of the room, but I
decided to make him uncomfortable.  When he came back, I sat up in bed and
asked, "Are you OK, Ray?"

"You're awake?" he gasped.

"Yeah, I've been up since about 2 AM.  I couldn't go back to sleep.  What
time is it now?"

It's about four."

"Shit," I said, "get back in bed.  Maybe we can get a couple more hours of
sleep."  I rolled over smiling, leaving him to wonder if I had caught him
in the act of pleasuring himself.  I sort of hoped he would ask, but he
didn't.  I rolled over and smiled.  I actually fell asleep, and the next
thing I knew it was 6:30 AM.

When I got up, Ray got up also.  For the first time in a long time, we
showered at the same time.  For some reason, I wasn't afraid to stare at
him, and I didn't care if he noticed or not.

After our last class, we returned to our room and picked up our suitcases.
The cab we had hired was waiting outside.  At the bus depot, we jumped out
of the cab, waved at each other and went our separate ways.

The minute I turned my back on Ray, I missed him terribly.  I hallucinated
that we each dropped our suitcase, turned around, and started to run toward
each other in slow motion.  We never connected; we just kept running and
running.  The joy of going home for Christmas suddenly gave way to a deep
despair.

                                                                                 **********

When I saw my dad at the bus depot, some of my holiday cheer returned.  He
embraced me, nearly breaking my rib cage.  Instead of feeling safe in his
arms, I wondered how he would greet me if he knew that I was gay.  If he
was all right with that, I wondered how he would feel if he knew that I was
lusting after a black man.

I celebrated Christmas surrounded by loving relatives and friends, but I
continued to miss Ray terribly.  At night, I fantasized that we were making
wild love to each other.  I dreamed that his baseball bat sized cock was up
my ass, and it didn't hurt at all.

I tried really hard not to think about Ray.  I realized that he was
becoming an obsession with me, and it disturbed me.  Things got worse.  At
about 5 PM on Christmas Day, my cell phone rang.  It was Ray.  I panicked
and ran upstairs to my bedroom so I could have some privacy.

"Hey Ray," I started, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I really don't have to burden you with what's going on with me, but I
thought you should know."

My first thought was that Ray was not coming back to school after the
break.  I panicked.  "Tell me what?" I asked, afraid to hear the answer.

"I'm going back to school tomorrow morning."

"How come?"

"I've moved on, but nobody else at home has.  I never knew my parents,
Cory.  My father was white, and he was a one night stand.  My mother
disappeared shortly after I was born.  I was raised by her great aunt.
When I got home, I found out that her son, my uncle, had to put her in a
nursing home.  He invited me to stay with him, but I would have to sleep on
the sofa, which is more than a foot shorter than I am.

"I don't know if you know, Cory, but I'm going to school on a full football
scholarship.  All my old home friends are either still in high school, or
just hanging out, unable to find jobs.  They are still in gangs, doing
drugs, and getting into trouble on a daily basis.  Frankly, I have nothing
in common with them anymore, nor do I want to resume their way of life, so
I decided to go back to school."

 "School doesn't start for another ten days," I reminded Ray.  "Why don't
you come here?"

"Thanks for the invitation, but I don't want to impose.  No, I've made up
my mind, I'm going back tomorrow morning.  I've already changed my ticket.
I just needed to let you know.  So long, buddy, and Happy New Year.  I'll
see you back at school."

Ray hung up leaving me speechless.  Millions of thoughts were going through
my mind.  It was nice being home, but all my old friends had dates for New
Year's Eve, and I didn't, nor did I want one.  My folks were going to a
party, and I had resigned myself to being a solo on New Year's Eve.  I knew
for a certainty, that the only person in the world I wanted to spend the
holiday with, was Ray.

Why did Ray feel the need to tell me that he was planning on going back to
school?  It was a weird thing to do.  I wondered if the gentle giant wasn't
reaching out to me.  Did he feel about me, the way I felt about him?  I
decided that I was indulging in wishful thinking.

When I got downstairs, my dad asked me who that was.

 "That was Ray Jensen, my roommate, the football hero," I answered with a
lot of embellishment.  "He was wondering when I was getting back to school.
It seems that he is going back tomorrow.  He has a date for New Year's Eve
with one of the cheerleaders.  She's a local girl, who lives off campus.
She has a cousin visiting from out of town.  She asked Ray to please get a
date for her cousin, and he wondered if I would be back in school in time
to take her out."

I was making this up as I went along, and I amazed even myself at my own
inventiveness.

My folks had never known me to date, and they were thrilled.  The grin on
my father's face was precious.  "What are you going to do?" he asked.

"I don't have a date here at home, so I think I'll go back early if you
don't mind.  Spring break will be here quicker than we know."

"Well, we're disappointed," Dad said.  He always included my mother when he
expressed one of his own emotions.  I was glad she nodded to let me know
that she agreed with him.  "But I think you should go out with your friends
also.  You don't need to be sitting home alone on New Year's Eve."

"Thanks for being so understanding," I told my folks.  "I think I'll go
upstairs and pack. Can you drop me off at the bus depot on your way to work
tomorrow morning, Dad?"

"Sure kiddo.  Now you go do your thing.  Honest, Cory, your mother and I
don't mind cutting the umbilical cord at all."  My dad was one in a
million.

                                                                      **********

When I entered my room, I didn't know what to expect.  Would Ray be there
yet, or not?  I hoped that I was the first to arrive.  I really wanted to
surprise him.  I peeked in gingerly.  Ray was not there.  I looked in his
closet and under his bed.  His suitcase wasn't there either.  I sighed and
started to put my stuff away, and then I stored my suitcase under my bed.
I got undressed and lay down on my bed.  I hoped that Ray would arrive
before dinner so that we could eat together.  I knew I could never be
intimate with him, so I settled for the joy of doing things with him, even
as simple a thing as sharing a meal.

After a few minutes, I heard a key in the door.  I hadn't locked it, and I
was sure Ray would think that we forgot to secure it when we left.  I
pretended to be asleep, and I heard Ray gasp when he saw me, and then I
heard him suppress a little sob.  I heard him lock our door and put his
stuff away.  After he stored his suitcase, he too undressed and lay down on
his bed ... naked.

I looked over at him and he was looking at me.  We smiled at each other.

"Why?" he asked.

It was a simple question, but it was my opening.  I determined to tell Ray
how I felt about him.  I sat up and positioned myself at the edge of my bed
facing him.

Ray," I began, "I'm gay, and I'm madly in love with you.  I swear I'll
never come on to you, or bother you in any way.  Please promise me that we
can still be roommates, and please, I beg you, stay my friend."

Ray jumped out of his bed and stared angrily down at me.  I swear his cock
had grown some.  He was glaring at me, and I was truly frightened.  "Damn
you Cory.  Now you tell me, after all these months.  If I had to go one
more day without touching you, I would have gone crazy."

Grabbing me under my arms, he stood me up.  He bent down and placed his
lips on mine.  If he hadn't been holding me, I surely would have fallen.
His mouth began to part, and I felt his tongue seeking entrance to my
mouth.  I was happy to oblige him.

When we had enough of dueling tongues, I made him sit down next to me. "I
need to know," I asked, "how long have you known you were gay?"

"All my life, I think."

"Me too."

"We're wasting too much time," he said.  He pushed me gently down on the
bed and started kissing me again.  He didn't linger too long bathing my
mouth.  Soon he was kissing my ears, my neck, my nipples, and my innie.
Suddenly he stopped.

"Let's do this in stages," he said.  "It's your turn."  I repeated
everything he had done, and when I had sufficiently swathed his outie with
my spittle, I crawled up to lie beside him.  I placed my hand on his huge,
hard-as-steel cock, and started to stroke.  He started to do the same to
me, but I had to stop him.  I was too close to orgasm.

"Suck my cock," I begged.

"Yes, yes," he whispered.  "I have been dreaming about this for months."

"Wait," I said, and twisted into a sixty-nine position.  "I've waited a
long time also."

I could get very little of his cock into my mouth, but I bathed his shaft
up and down with my tongue, and stroked it with my palm.  I managed to
tongue his balls also, but his crack was out of my range.

When I finally felt comfortable mouthing that beautiful, monster of a cock,
I suddenly backed off and started laughing like a hyena.  I couldn't stop.

Ray pulled away also.  He looked at silly me, and said, "Don't tell me; I
know exactly what you're laughing at."

"What?" I asked, though still laughing.

Without missing a beat, he said, "You're wondering if my cum is the same
color as yours."

"YES," I giggled.

"Yours is sometimes white, sometimes clear, and sometimes cream-colored; no
pun intended.  And I learned that invaluable information from reading and
watching porn.  Mine is the same color, or colors, as yours.  Now, put my
hot rod back in your mouth so I can put yours in mine."  He made a sexy
slurping sound as he went down on me.

Neither of us wanted to cum, but we couldn't hold back.  When Ray started
to spurt, I caught his spunk in my mouth.  I, of course, spurted down his
throat.

Afterward, we lay side by side, kissing and fondling.

"You're very good," I said.  "You must have had lots of experience."

Ray started to laugh.  "You're my first," he said, "and you were wonderful.
You must be the one with experience."

"You're my first also," I confessed.

Ray didn't answer.  He just kissed me until I lost my breath.

"It's not true," I said to Ray.

"What's not true?"

"That you can live on love alone.  I'm hungry.  What say we get dressed and
go into town for dinner?  We've got a whole week to stay in bed and make
love.  The school cafeteria is closed, and we'll have to eat out a lot."

Over dinner Ray asked me if I would like to be his date for New Year's Eve.

"That depends," I answered.  "Where are you going to take me?  It better be
some place nice."

"There's a gay bar in town I've heard of.  Let's call and see if we can
make a dinner reservation.  If they can't accommodate us at this late day,
we'll go there after dinner."

"That's great.  I've never been in a gay bar in my life."

 "It's time for both of us don't you think?"

"Yes it is."

"And you know what else it's time for.  It's time for us to fuck each
other, but I need to stop at a drug store on the way home."

"Not for condoms, I hope," I sounded sad.

"No dufus, for plenty of lube.  Haven't you seen the size of me?

"After we fuck each other, we're officially married," I pointed out.

"Then let's not waste any time."

We never called the restaurant.

I entered Ray first.  I had done some reading and I thought I knew what to
do.  I greased up his ass hole and then my fingers.  I inserted one finger
at a time, and reamed him after each finger entered him.  All he did was
tell me how great it felt.  Ray's ass hole was as big as the rest of him.
When we guessed he was ready, I entered him doggie style.  I didn't think
there were other ways.  That's how naïve I was; we both were.  I went
right in without resistance.  I hardly felt anything and I told him so.
Suddenly, I felt my cock being pressed from all sides.  Ray told me that he
was constricting his ass muscles.

"Now," he said, and I began to fuck.  I was a novice and I didn't realize
that I was stroking Ray's prostate.  Before I even felt an orgasm starting,
he was spurting onto the bed sheets.  When he did, he constricted his ass
even more, and in a short time, I came, screaming loudly, and spilling my
seed in his bowels.

I lay on top of him totally spent.  Neither one of us felt like starting
another round just yet, and we both sensed it.  I whispered in Ray's ear,
"I want you to fuck me, but in the morning.  It's going to be hard work,
and I want to be rested so we can start the process."

Ray whispered back, "I love you.  I don't want to hurt you."

"Don't worry, there's no way you can hurt me."

The next morning, we showered together, and played under the cascading
water.  We were virtually alone in the building.  I told Ray to soap up his
fingers really good and start to enter and stretch me.  He got to three
fingers, when I knew I would have to rest awhile.  We finished showering,
dressed and went out for breakfast.  After breakfast we resumed our task in
bed in our room.  For nearly three hours Ray reamed and stretched me.  At
times I wanted to scream out in pain.  At other times it felt so good, I
didn't want him to stop.

Finally, after several tries, Ray greased my ass and his cock to an extreme
and he started to enter me.  Resistance, I am glad to say, was minimal, but
the pain was maximal.  Somehow, Ray got himself all the way in.  His cock
was crushing my prostate and the pain was leaving quickly.  Suddenly I felt
so good, I thought I might be having a religious experience.

"Fuck me," I yelled, "and don't be gentle."  By now Ray was so worked up,
he came much too quickly, even before I could have an orgasm by prostate
stimulation, as he had.  I felt him softening and I was afraid he would
fall out so I clamped down on him as he had done to me.  He was so big that
he stayed inside of me, even though he was soft.  Eventually I squeezed and
ejected him.

We were way too exhausted for lunch.  We napped in each other's arms until
evening, when we got up, showered and dressed.

"Let's go check out the gay bar where we are going on New Year's Eve," Ray
said.  "We can eat dinner there."

"We're both on school athletic teams," I reminded Ray.  "Someone might
recognize us." Ray broke out laughing.

"I know for a fact that half the football team is gay, or at the very
least, bi.  There is so much hanky-panky in the shower and the locker room,
you would think we were at the gay baths.  I'll bet there are more than a
few brothers on the gymnastic team too.  We won't find out tonight anyhow.
They are all home for winter break."

I decided that I would worry about being seen on another night.

                                                                        **********

The name of the bar was The Hot Spot.  It was mostly frequented by students
from the university, so the place was virtually empty that night.  When we
made our reservation for New Year's Eve, the reservationist told us that
there were only two available spots after ours.  I wondered if the students
were coming back early, or if we would get to meet a lot of locals.

It was the first time in a gay environment for both of us.  Of course, we
got carded, and we were informed that we could have dinner, but we couldn't
drink until we were twenty-one.  I happened to mention to the waiter that
maybe we should cancel our New Year reservations.  He looked at us slyly,
winked an eye, and said, "Don't worry.  There will be plenty of guys over
twenty-one who will order for you."

Based on the wink of a cute young waiter, we decided to honor our
reservation.  Whether we were lucky or not, depending on one's point of
view, we met nobody there that night who we knew, but we met a few great
locals, and promised to keep in touch.

The school's first football game of the season had been scheduled for the
Saturday before my first gymnastic competition during the fall semester.  I
had been there to cheer the team on at every home game.  During the spring
semester the team scrimmaged, but the season was over for them.  They only
had a so-so season, and as a freshman, Ray had played very little.

He returned the favor, and attended every match I was in at home, before
and after our union.  Life was good for us until spring break.  I went home
for Easter, but Ray elected to stay in school again.  I was devastated.  I
couldn't let this happen during the summer months.  I agonized what to do.
As the semester was coming to a close, Ray had no place to go, and I
wanted, no I needed, to take him home with me.  That meant I had to come
out, and then introduce Ray to my folks.  I was scared to death.

Ray insisted that he didn't have to go home with me.  He said he would get
a summer job and find a place to stay.

"Where?" I screamed, "In the streets?"

 I started to cry almost all the time.  In the end, I decided to tell half
the truth, and see where it would lead to.  I called my father and told him
that my roommate was on a full football scholarship, and he had no home to
go to except to a sofa in a slum apartment in a ghetto.  I couldn't let
that happen, and I begged Dad to allow him to spend the summer with us.

My father shocked me by agreeing immediately.  "It's like that movie, The
Blind Side, with Sandra Bullock," he said.  "Who knows?  Ray might be a pro
someday.  We should definitely help him."

The first hurdle was over.  The next hurdle would be sleeping arrangements.
We had a three bedroom home.  My folks had the master bedroom suite of
course, and I had the second bedroom.  The third was set up as a TV room.
Besides a big flat screen TV and other electronic equipment, the only other
furniture in the room was a love seat and two lounge chairs.  My father
solved the problem before I had a chance to talk to him.

"You boys share a room at school," he told me on the phone.  "You might as
well share one at home.  I found a very comfortable army cot in an army
surplus store, and put it in your room."

"Thanks Dad," I said with a little sob in my voice, knowing the cot would
never be used.  "You're a saint."  I was jubilant.  I threw my arms around
Ray, and swore to come out to my folks before the summer was over.  I made
him swear also, but he was very reluctant.

We both found summer jobs at home, and contributed a small amount every
week to our upkeep.  Having a room to ourselves allowed us to make love
often, but it was a strain not to be too noisy.  As summer vacation came to
an end, my resolve was renewed, but I was scared silly.  My only solace was
the fact that my folks genuinely liked Ray, and seemed to be color blind.

The night before our departure, I asked for a family conference, and that
included Ray.

"What's up Cory?  You look scared to death.  Why you're all white," my
father observed.  He looked at Ray as if to apologize for using an
adjective that might not be the best one he could have chosen.  Ray was too
scared to have noticed or cared.

I figured the best course of action would be to blurt it out.  I was not
one to beat around the bush anyway.  Still I was terribly fearful.  I had
heard so many stories about young boys being kicked out of their homes and
disowned when they came out.  I made two fists, squeezed my eyes shut, and
almost screamed out, "Mom, Dad, I'm gay."

"Yes," my dad said, "we know.  We figured you would tell us when you met
someone.  I guess, you've met someone."  He stared at Ray and smiled.  He
had second thoughts, and he said, "You are gay aren't you, Ray?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Henderson, and I swear to you, I am madly in love with Cory.
I'd want to die if anything ever happened to break us up."

"I guess we're your only family, Ray," Dad said.  We'd like it if you would
call us Mom and Dad."  Dad said `we' again, as always, and I looked at my
mother to see if she felt the same way.  She was smiling at both Ray and
me, and I knew that she did.

The trip back to the university was a happy and celebratory one.  It was
the exact opposite of the fears we had experienced going home for the
summer.  Besides the fact that Ray and I could make love as often as our
bodies and circumstances would permit, Ray now had a home, complete with a
mother and a father.

Better than everything else, my lustful desires had become a permanent,
indescribable reality.

Author's Note: I wish to acknowledge, and give special thanks to Gerry
Young.  Not only is he an extraordinary editor (he edits all my stories),
but his suggestions are invaluable.  He has not only made my stories
better, he has made me a better writer.