Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 16:40:22 EDT
From: PtchrBear@aol.com
Subject: Ex-Marine/ex-cop Frat Roommate-1

	The following is a story involving lust, love and sex between men
of legal age. If you are offended or closed-minded, under age or live in a
place it is illegal to view or even think about these things, leave
now. Otherwise, please enjoy my first attempt!

-Pbear

	Like all college freshmen, I was eager to join college life. I was
not sure what college would hold for me. I was not a popular kid in high
school, not athletic and a little brainy (although lazy as a student).  I
was going to college for the education, but also to find a man. I knew that
was what I wanted to be 5 hours from home in upstate New York for, but I
wasn't all that sure how to find it. Gay culture was still a mysterious
place; little did I know I would find some answers in a place I hadn't
thought to look.
	I met my roommate at a Roy Rogers' in between our hometowns in
Westchester County, NY.  Dave was what we would have called a "burnout" in
my HS. He smoked and had a shaved head. If it had not been august he would
have been wearing a leather jacket, biker boots and even more attitude. I
was not thrilled. Here I was hoping for someone I could at least somewhat
relate to, and while I had been friends with a few of his type in HS, he
was not the type to be friends with one of the nerds.
	I was a clean-cut kid in HS (still am in some ways). I was 5'8,
190, clean- with brown hair and eyes. I was not an athlete, but I had
started working out to keep my frame solid for my senior year, and I was no
Rod Jackson-Paris, but I did all right. I have been told that I have a
great smile, and I did not believe I was handsome, although I had heard
that from time to time. My best attribute was the way I could make people
laugh, just telling a story, or throwing a funny accent around. I did
killer imitations of comedians and the guy at 7-11 (Do not be weezing de
juice!).
	So, move in day came, and Dave and I settled into our dorm room,
large by normal college standards because we had chosen one of the older
halls on campus. One of my older brother's friends had shown me around when
I came for my interview just before he graduated, and given me some tips on
where to live and all the usual stuff. Things were good for a few weeks,
and then stuff started happening.  Our dorm was non-smoking, and at the
time I had not begun to smoke myself, so I asked Dave to keep the smoking
out of the room. Even after I began to smoke a year or so later, I hated
the smell in my living space, so I began to get pissed when my clothes and
stuff started to smell of smoke.
	I had barely begun to make friends in the dorm, and so I started
hanging out in the main lounge and watching TV with whoever was there. I
met some really fun people. Two of my still best girl friends I met during
a game of Wheel-of-Fortune while we all busted on Vanna White and her
perfect hair and smile, and those dresses.Jesus. It was a lot of laughs and
soon I found myself talking to guys I never would have had the balls to
even look directly at in HS! My dorm was almost 90% jocks. There was a lot
of handsome flesh walking around that place. And I LOVED to watch it move,
wrestle, show off.whatever.it was very "Jackass" sometimes, but man.tight,
young, hard bodies all over the place!
	One night while reading and sort of watching Letterman, this guy
comes in and sits down. I glanced up and we sorta nodded hello. Letterman
turned out to be quite good, the top ten list was hilarious and this guy
and I were both laughing it up. During the commercial break he leaned over
towards me and introduced himself.
	"I'm Scott by the way."
	"Rick. Nice to meet you."
	"Same here."
	"So, what year are you in?" I asked. Scott explained that he was a
transfer from a community college in Western NY, near Oneonta. He had spent
two years after High School in Cayoga, NY in the Marines. He blew out his
knee running and got a medical discharge. He spent two more years in that
area as a deputy sheriff. He was 23, and about 5'10. His dirty blond
crewcut and blue-gray eyes went perfectly with his muscular form, currently
in a T-shirt that hugged his broad chestand knit running shorts showing a
full package and tight thighs attached to well formed calves and a pair of
size 10 feet in white ankle socks. He was the epitome of straight boy.
	We ended up meeting in the lounge a few days in a row, and we
always found something to talk about. One night about a week after we met,
I was pissed because my roommate had smoked up my new leather jacket that I
had worked hard to buy.
	"I hate that shit, all I ask is that you respect my property, you
know?"
	"I know Rick, I know. My roomie is a `head. He tokes up in our room
when I leave and I am sure we are gonna get busted. I was a cop, dude, I
don't need that shit."
	"Damn, that is even worse. I think my roommate smokes that too,
maybe we should get them together." I laughed at this, but Scott got a
bright gleam in his eye and flashed me a killer smile.
	"Dude. What if you moved in with me and we sent my roomie to live
upstairs?"
	"Can we do that?"
	"We can ask. Let me talk to Mike, my RA, and find out."
	Two days later, Scott and I were moving my stuff down to his room
and "Smiley's" junk was going upstairs. I settled in quickly, and the next
day I got in around 8 from dinner with some new friends from the theater
department I had met through Kate and Donna (the aforementioned girl
friends).  Scott was pacing the room anxiously.
	"What's up Scotty? You're wearing out my rug, dude!" I teased,
though he looked pretty tense.
	"I'm waiting for a call, I rushed last week and I might be accepted
to the pledge class, but I can't leave until I get the call, that is the
rule." He looked excited and a little scared.
	"Hey, I hope this is not too big a deal to you, I know how you feel
about "the Greeks" Rick. But this is something I kind of feel I need to
do."
	"Hey man, all I ask is that you don't turn into one of those
frat-boy assholes with a bad attitude."
	"Cool. From what I hear there may be late night phone calls and
times I just have to leave and shit.  Hopefully it won't be too bad."
	"Me too, but if that phone rings in the middle of the night, you
best be up to answer it before I have to." We laughed at this and I patted
him on the shoulder. "Dude, you are in, don't sweat it."
	Things were a little nuts as the first weeks of Scott's pledge
class passed, while he was joining a brotherhood, I was coming out of the
closet. I was so unsure of myself during those weeks that I was jumpy as
all hell. When the phone rang in the middle of the night, Scott would run
out and I would roll over trying to figure out how I was going to tell my
frat-boy roomie, that I was a "fag." I looked at Scott as my "big brother"
and as a man I wanted to service on my knees. I slept very little during
those weeks.
	One night, I came in to find Scott already in bed.
	"Hey!"
	"Hey Scott, wassup?"
	"Dude, I am SO wasted, I need to go to sleep!"
	"I thought there was no drinking allowed for the pledges? Are you
in trouble?"
	"Nah, the Brothers gave us a break since we are doing so well, and
mid-terms just ended."
	"Cool. Well, I am gonna study and then do some reading. Should I go
to the study lounge?"
	"Dude, I am gonna be passed out in a minute. Do whatever you want
to."
	That send thoughts of many things running around my head, but I
said, "Alright, but if I bug you let me know."
	By the time I was done studying I was ready for my book. I picked
up The Stand by Stephen King, put Phantom of the Opera on my headphones and
sat at the end of my bed. I had changed into sweats and had thrown my shirt
into the laundry pile. I had a bad habit of playing with my nipples and
chest hair whenever I was shirtless, and it usually ended up with my 7-inch
dick hard and in need of some attention.  Thankfully, I was aware of it
enough that when I was one of the skins during volleyball or basketball I
could control myself. But while reading and relaxing, I could always hit
the bathroom for some relief.
	So after a few chapters and some nipple play I was ready to jerk
off. I glanced up and saw something that made me freeze from head to tow,
and my dick to throb even harder. Scott's bed was directly across the room
from mine. He had set it up so the head of the bead faced the door while
mine was at the window. We talked a lot before bed, and it was conducive to
that, and watching him undress each night. His bed was raised supported by
the radiator by the window and his desk at the other end. It put his bead
at eye level when I sat on mine.
	What I saw when I looked up was Scott's arm was out stretched
towards me, and I was not sure if he was looking at me, his eyes looked
closed. I saw movement down by his waist and whenever his hand under his
blanket moved, I saw a glimpse of the naked skin of his hip, paler than his
torso and legs. I could not believe my eyes. He was jerking off in his
bed. "Does he know that I am watching, or does he think that I am engrossed
in my book?" I was so turned on, and frightened (I was a virgin), I did not
know what to do, but apparently my hands had figured it out. I was
squeezing my cock through my pants thinking about what must be hiding just
out of reach beneath Scott's blanket.
	After an eternity that must have lasted 60 seconds, I dropped my
book and went to the bathroom across the hall. I spent a few minutes with
my cock, imagining the scene below that blanket, and blew a nice load into
the toilet. By the time I returned to the room, Scott was asleep, and I
sensed that he was still naked. My sleep that night was wet with Scott. I
woke early that Saturday morning showered another load away and left for
breakfast.my mind screaming with confusion and lust.
	I got back to the room and Scott was just dropping his bathrobe and
pulling on a jockstrap. The universe was torturing me. It was so unfair! He
turned around when he saw me and smiled. I smiled back and was sure I
looked like the Joker right out of the Batman movie.
	"Hey dude, sleep okay?"
	"Yeah, you?"
	"Like a baby." He hesitated for a second. "Did I do anything
weird?"
	"Nope." I hoped I said in a convincing tone "You passed out while I
was working and that was it"
	"Cool"
	Scott had not put on any clothing during this exchange, and he was
filling out his jock nicely. I turned my back to him and said, "There is
something we need to talk about though."
	"What's up bro?"
	"Well, you might want to put some pants on for this."
	"Ohhkay." He laughed and pulled on his sweats.
	"Scott, I need to tell you...well...I uh...I'm gay."
	"Wow. I was wondering when you would tell me."
	"What?" Did I hear that right?
	"Yes. Rick, I have a lot of friends from my time in the Corps and
the Sheriff's Department, a few of them were gay too. It is cool,
buddy. Relax." He looked at me with his best big brother face, and walked
over to me and gave me a huge hug.
	"Scott, I...."
	"Rick, let's go shoot some hoops."
	Things were great again; I was having a blast with my new friends,
and scoping guys on campus. I was still naive and shy about men, so I was
not getting anywhere with losing my virginity, but I was still cool with
the guys that Scott and I shot hoops with and worked out with. Even though
it was not my primary interest, I enjoyed the friendly games and I was
aglow with acceptance.
	Scott's pledge class finished earlier than anticipated, and he came
home drunk almost every night.  I was good at ignoring his entrances in the
middle of the night, until right before the weekend I was to go to my
brother's college graduation in Syracuse.
	"Ricky. RICKY!" Came the hushed whisper in my ear. Someone was
shaking me. I came up from sleep.
	"Scott? Jesus, what time is-mmph."
	My question was cut off by the kiss. It tasted of booze and
mint. My whole body was tingling with the sensation of being kissed by a
man for the first time, and the feel of a warm strong hand on my hip.
	"Scott, what the fuck?"
	"Ricky, Rick, I have been dreaming about this for weeks. I just
haven't had the balls to deal with it. Tonight I am."
	Scott kissed me again, and I gave in to the urges I had been
fighting. I realized that all Scott had on was a towel and he smelled
clean. He had come in and gone for a shower without waking me. He pushed me
back onto my bed, he tossed the towel aside and I felt his hot, hard cock
pulsing against my side.
	I moaned as his hands found my cock in my briefs and then pulled
them off me. I looked up at him lying half on me, half on the bed. His eyes
shone in the light from the street lamps in the courtyard outside our
windows. He looked at me with desire and what I hoped was love in his eyes.
	He leaned over and took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked and
nibbled at it while his hand played with my firm hairy pecs. I was in
heaven. I had never imagined how good it would really feel.
	Scott pulled back and looked me in the eye. "Fuck me. I want you in
me"
	I felt my cock spasm hard at the thought that this macho, god-like
x-Marine wanted me to enter him and fill him with my essence, I had always
assumed that I would be the one HE would fuck.
	I nodded and he produced a condom, which he rolled on to my
cock. He climbed off the bed and presented his tight gorgeous ass to me. I
saw his large balls swinging between his legs and his beautiful cock hard
against his belly. He looked over his shoulder at me. "Get over here and
fuck me. I need you to fuck me, now!"
	I jumped off the bed and was inside him in seconds. My body and
mind were on fire. My cock was buried to the hilt in my roommate's
incredible hole. I fucked his hard and fast, his right hip in my right
hand, his left shoulder in my left hand, I was pounding him deep and
hard. I was close to cumming, but after jerking off non-stop to my
fantasies about his since the night I watched him jerk off my trigger was a
little longer.
	I felt the sensation of my balls tightening, and before I knew it,
I was putting my load in the condom buried deep in my Marine.
	"AUUUUUUGHHHHHGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK"
	"YEAH, YEAH! OH god Rick.YES!"
	I practically fell over as I pulled out and Scott was on his back
before I knew it. We kissed as I grabbed his 8 inches in my hand and began
to move down his body to my dreams.
	I held him in my hand and squeezed him gently as I lowered my head
into his pubes. His legs were spread open and I could smell the sex and
sweat on his balls and ass. I began to taste him in small licks. He moaned,
and I realized how torturous this was and I smiled into his pubes and
continued to taste him. I even tasted that magic place between the ball-sac
and the ass that we all love to have licked.
	Scott was writhing around, his hands on my head, not guiding me,
but caressing my short hair and simply keeping me below his waist. I slowly
worked my way to his cock and began to lick the shaft. I loved the taste of
his sweat and the little bit of pre-cum that had dripped down the side. I
ran my hand up the smooth expanse of his rippled stomach and chest until I
had found his right nipple and I began to play with it as I worked my way
up the silky hard shaft in my lips.
	"Oh, shit.you are no virgin, bro.you lie.." Scott moaned again as I
took him between my lips and caressed his head with my tongue. I slowly
took the shaft into my mouth. I worked my way down to the fuzz of his
pubes. His moans only made me hotter and I began to moan around his cock
sending vibrations up his spine and within only a few more strokes I tasted
his hot salty cum and felt my cock, still hard in the used condom spasming
with my second load for Scott.
	"Holy shit."
	"Yeah. Rick, you throw a great fuck and give monster head for a guy
who never did it before."
	"Thanks."
	"I love you, man. I think I fell in love with you in the lounge
that first night." He was speaking quietly, more than a whisper, but softly
in my hair as he held me there on the floor. "I was engaged to a girl when
I was in the Sheriff's Department. I thought we loved each other, but she
got pregnant and told me she had aborted without even discussing it with
me.  I flipped out on her and walked out. I ended up at this friend's
apartment, and he held me while I cried and that night, he showed me that a
man could make love to another man. I spent 6 months with John, and he made
me feel like no one else had. When I caught him in bed with a 17 year old
ball player from the HS, I walked out of his house and decided it was time
to go to a school far from there. I thought I would never love anyone
again. I fucked girls and swore that I would put that all behind me. And
then, there you were. An angel, a sweet, naive, down to earth guy with a
hot ass and a killer smile."
	Scott kissed the top of my head and I looked up at him. "Scott, I
had no idea. I was so afraid to show you how I felt, I thought it would
kill a friendship that I value more than my own life. I can't believe it."
	Six months later, I came back to the room we shared to find Scott
in bed with a girl he had picked up at a frat party. As my heart broke I
ran from the room and back to Kate's apartment. I moved in with her and
when Scott graduated that May, I saw him for the last time. I was walking
with Kate and a few other friends to the field house to see some of our
circle graduate when I heard his voice.
	`Rick?"
	"Scott." I was a bit surprised he had approached me. He never even
tried to get me to stay or explain he just let me go. "Congratulations on
graduating, now if you don't mind..."
	"Can I talk to you for a sec? Please."
	I fought hard to resist the beautiful eyes that were pleading me to
say yes, and lost.

I hope you enjoyed this! It is a mix of truth and fiction. If you would
like to read more, email me- ptchrbear@aol.com