Date: Wed, 15 Dec 1999 12:07:11 EST From: John Smith Subject: Roomies - Greg and Brian This is a story about two college guys getting to know each other as they first move into college and experiment in their own sexuality. If reading about two cute young guys that have sex offends you then maybe you should wonder why you are at this site anyway. Tell me what you think. I appreciate hearing all comments. Yngman23@hotmail.com Chapter 1 When I moved into the dorm on that first day, I dreaded meeting my new roommate. I expected the worse. What if he was a pimply-faced geek who spent his time lost in his books? What if he was some arrogant jock who would find out my secret and beat the shit out of me? What, worse of all, if he was some sickeningly nasty flamer who danced around and drew attention to the fact that he was gay? That would be the worse. I could get over an annoying straight guy, but I never could stand flamers. Yeah, I might be gay, but that doesn't mean that I feel a need to act like a woman. Why is it that so many awesome guys who finally cope with the fact that they are gay feel the need to become effeminate? If I wanted to date someone effeminate, I would date a woman. I don't want estrogen. I want testosterone! I like to see a cute stud that doesn't mind acting like a man as well as being with one. I have never acted like a chic, consciously that is. I am sure that I am more compassionate than some of my straight friends. I may like to joke more than some guys and be nice more than others are. None of this, of course, makes me gay. I simply act the way I feel: like a good-natured friendly guy. I think it would probably behoove me to describe myself. I am 6', 210lbs, brown hair, blue eyes and a decent set of muscles. I am far from that of a muscle builder, but I am not fat by any means either. I think I look pretty much like the average guy next door. What I wanted to find was a good thin all-American boy next door in the bed next to me in my dorm room. I set out to organize the side of the room that I wanted. Maybe this would work out ok. It was only my freshman year, and if the guy turns out to be a total loser I could ask for a room transfer. I unloaded the 200 pairs of underwear that my mom sent (all new of course, which mom would want her son away at school with old underwear?). After getting my room together, I laid back on my bed to await my impending doom. Every minute that ticked by brought me to the conclusion that I would hate my new roommate. With worries on my mind, I soon fell asleep. About two hours later... I awoke to see this cute thin ass bending down to pick up a dropped shirt. What the hell was this, a dream? I hoped that it was, but then I also hoped it wasn't. The guy that stood up and turned around made me think of a guy I once fell for in high school. Nothing ever came of that guy, but a sad, torn heart. "Hey, what's up?" "Not much dude, sorry I woke you up." "Nah, don't worry about it. I was just wasting time until my new roomie got here. Are you he?" "You bet. The name's Brian." "Cool. My name's Greg," I managed to try to show my best with a good case of the right-after-the-nap look. "Hey, you mind if I change? These clothes aren't the most comfortable." "Sure. Want me to step out for a minute?" "No. If we are going to be roommates, then I guess we shouldn't be too shy." "Fine with me man." This fell perfectly into my plan; if he wouldn't strip first for me, than I would strip for him. Maybe I could get a feel for his desires right from the get-go. I stood up and kicked off my shoes and then slowly pulled my shirt up over my head. I knew that he was looking over towards me because I could see him through my t-shirt. I stopped right as the shirt rose above my armpits; maybe he was into this. I think it was true because he seemed to be in "the zone" as his mouth started to drop open. I quickly popped the shirt the rest of the way off and pretended not to notice he staring as I pressed my hands into my lower back and stretched backwards. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them to the floor. (Man was I loving this!) I hooked my thumbs under the band of my boxers and slowly pushed them down to join my jeans on the floor. I slowly gyrated my hips as I bent down to follow my boxers. When they reaching ground zero, I stepped out of them and once again thrust my hips forward as I stretched out my back. Man, I thought maybe I heard something like a groan. (He was still watching, but now trying to hide it by putting things away too.) I bent over with my back to him to pick up my jeans and boxers. I spread my legs a little to allow him an open view to my crack. God, I was starting to get hard just knowing this cute stud was watching me! I plopped back onto my bed and lay there with my hands behind my head. I thought, hmmm, maybe strike up a little conversation. "So, where are you from, Brian?" "Huh? Whh... I am from Colorado." "Wow, you're pretty far from home. What brings you to Virginia?" "My dad is an alumni here and I got a pretty good scholarship. Besides, I wanted to move away from the folks. Here, I can be myself." "Cool." "Hey, I was wondering. Did you grow up with a lot of brothers or are you just used to going around without any clothes on?" Wow, he finally noticed! "Nope, no brothers. I just never did like wearing clothes that much. The way I figure it, if you're by yourself - no big deal. And if there's another guy around and he doesn't mind, then why the hell not? It's not like he hasn't seen what you've got." "No, I guess not." I could tell he was still a little uncomfortable, but still no verbal objection. "If this bothers you, I could put my boxers back on." "Nah, that's ok. Whatever you wanna do is fine with me." "Cool." I watched as he continued to put away his things. Every now and then, he would glance over in my direction being sure to never lock eye contact and to always try to sneak a peek at my package. Why not give him what he wants, I figured. (This was a pretty big gamble, but hell, if it didn't work he would just ask for a room transfer.) I moved my hand over to my crotch and rubbed it across my thick shaft. In no time, I started to rise to the occasion. The next time he "casually" glanced in my direction, his eyes got wide and his look lingered. "Whatcha' lookin' at?" (Man this was a trip!) "Sorry," he muttered. I could see his head turning red by the back of his neck. I stood up and walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "No need to apologize, man. What's wrong? Never seen another guy's dick hard before?" He turned and looked me in the eyes. I think tears were beginning to well up. (Oops!) "I just... I didn't mean to stare. You just have a great body and I wish I could look as good." Now this was a pretty good cover. If I played the jock routine, he could simply pass it off as envy of my great body. If I played the big brother routine, he could ask a few questions and play it off as a lack of sexual knowledge and comfortableness. I instead decided to play the "I-want-your-damn-body" routine. I slowly moved my hand up and took him by the small of the arm. "Are you uncomfortable with seeing me naked, hard, or both?" "Both, I guess. I mean, your body is hot." (Did he just say I was hot?) Well, here was my cue. I moved his arm slowly towards my now stiff rod and laid his hand on it. I could do nothing but moan. I thought as I let go of his arm, he would recoil, but nope. I felt his hand take more of a hold on my awaiting manhood. "I thought you were uncomfortable." I grinned at him. "Just keep doing what you are doing. There is nothing uncomfortable about this at all." "Am I doing it right?" He was sliding his hand up and down the length of my thick 7" rod. "Hell yes. Come over here." I led him to the side of my bed. "Stand here and close your eyes." He obliged. I walked over and locked the dorm room door (I can't believe I forgot to do this). When I walked back over to him, I slowly started to undress him. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Evening the playing field." There is nothing sexier to me than to undress a guy bit by bit while he just stands there and watches your progress. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and blew into his pits as the shirt lifted. He had the softest little patch of blonde hair there. I traced my hand down his thin frame and pulled off both his shoes and socks. Now I was ready for what we've all been waiting for. I reached back up and knelt as I unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. As I lowered them to the ground, I noticed that he must have been rather excited as well because he was sporting quite a nice hard on and wet spot in his damn sexy white boxer briefs. God I love those things! I enveloped his manhood in my mouth, tasting the warmth and sweetness of this cute guy. I encircled the head of his cock with my tongue, which sent him groaning out. "Want me to stop?" "No way, dude." I simply smiled and went back to work. I hooked my thumbs on the band of his boxer briefs and ran them across the top encircling his sexy waist. He let out a soft moan as I began to lower his last article of clothing to the floor. He had the most perfect and beautiful dick. Not too long, not too thick, but definitely not too small either. It didn't go curving off to a side, nor did it hug closely to his body. I paused with my lips just beyond the tip of his dick as I knelt there looking at this perfection. I started to encircle his dick with the tip of my tongue running along each ridge, each valley. I had to go down on this beautiful dick so I buried my face in his pubes. With my eyes full of hair and balls resting on my chin, I started pumping up and down on this piece of freshman meat. He must have gotten into the routine finally, because the next thing I felt was a pair of hands on the back of my head forcing me down on his cock. I began to feel like I was a stabbing victim. He kept plunging my head down over and over until finally I felt his tempo increase and his meat swell around my tongue. He began to pour cum out in huge spurts. Try as I may, I couldn't possibly swallow all that was being shot into my throat. With some cum running down the side of my face, I stood up and kissed his Brian the lips. I felt his warm touch as he moved down to encircle my dick... ========================================================================= Hope you like the first edition of this story. I really had to fight j/o while writing it (I lost my fight once, but only once). Oh, and one more thing. if any of you thought it was particularly good, please let me know. - Yngman23@hotmail.com