Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2002 14:00:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Wade Grows Up - Chapter Nine - My college Roommate DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys, and sometimes between men and boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DON'T READ IT! If you choose to read it, then please enjoy. More chapters will follow. WADE GROWS UP Chapter Nine - My College Roommate ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I finally arrived at the college a few hours after dropping Tony off at his house. It was evening already, but not yet dark. I checked in and went and found my room in the dorm building I was assigned to. I was pleased to find out it was one of the rooms at the end of the cross-hallway which meant it would be quieter, and supposedly was bigger than the ones that weren't. To my surprise, my roommate hadn't arrived yet either. The room was empty. This meant I got my choice of bunks and space. I made several trips from the car to my room, and soon had all my belongings in my room. I chose my side of the room and put all my clothes away. Then I set up my TV, computer, and boom box. As I was stuffing my few personal things in a drawer, the door opened, and in walked a boy with a duffle over his shoulder. A woman was following him. The boy was a few inches shorter than me, and skinny. He had a peach fuzz mustache, and washed out hazel eyes. I couldn't tell about his hair, as he was wearing a red and white kerchief head piece like they do in the middle east. He seemed shy, but I stuck my hand out and said "Hi! I guess you're my roommate? I'm Wade." He shook hands and said his name was Hamza. Then he introduced me to his mother. She looked American, and was a very pretty blonde woman. She seemed very friendly. She asked me about myself and my family, and where I was from. Hamza seemed shy and didn't say much, but I thought he looked kind of cute. I explained that when I got there, nobody was there, so I'd just taken the one side of the room, and that the other would be his. He said that was fine. I offered to go down and help him carry his stuff up, but all of a sudden four guys in suits, also wearing headpieces like Hamza, walked through the door, carrying suitcases and boxes. They looked at Hamza and addressed him in a foreign language I didn't understand. Hamza seemed uncomfortable. His mother told the men something in the same language, and they set the stuff down and left. Then she turned and talked to Hamza in the same foreign language. They spoke a few minutes, then she switched over to English, and said she had to leave. She looked at me and smiled, and apologized for running off so soon, explaining that she had a plane to catch. She said that when she was back in town, she would like to take us both out to dinner. She told me that Hamza was rather shy (boy did he blush at that - "Mom" he whined, while I snickered), but that she thought we'd get along fine! Then she kissed Hamza on the cheek, and held her hand out to me, which I shook. There were tears in her eyes. She turned to Hamza again and drew him into a hug, and spoke softly in that foreigh language to him. Then she turned and ran out the door. I looked at Hamza. I could see he had tears in his eyes too, which he quickly wiped away, as he turned away from me. "It's OK", I said, "I was crying when I left home this morning too." He turned toward me. I smiled at him, and he gave me a little smile back. Then he sank down onto his bunk and sighed "now to unpack." It actually didn't take too long. He didn't have all that much stuff with him either. I offered to help him, and he said OK - so we had him unpacked and moved in in less than half an hour. As we worked, I asked him where he was from. He said he was from a small country in the middle east. He didn't tell me too much about his family though. He was an only child. His father was middle eastern, and his mother was American by birth. When we were done unpacking him, he thanked me for my help and for being considerate and leaving half the space in the medicine cabinet over the sink in the bathroom. I said "Well, we are supposed to share." He smiled, then he said "I was kind of worried about who I'd end up rooming with." I asked him "well? still worried?" He grinned and said "no, I think we'll get along OK." I said "so do I, but man, it's almost 9:00 and I haven't eaten since lunch - I'm starved - you hungry?" "Yup!" he said and grinned, "so where do we go to eat?" I suggested we check out the student union and see if it was still open. He agreed. Before we went out the door though, he said "oh yeah" and removed the headpiece, placing it in a drawer. He had short cut straight light brown hair. "Wow!" I said, "you look a lot different without that on!". He said "is that good or bad?" "Don't worry, you're cute with or without it." I said, without thinking. He gave me a quizzical look. I just laughed like I'd been busting on him, so he laughed too. We found the Student Union still open, and got some food and went to sit and watch MTV while we ate. There weren't many other students there, so we didn't get to talk to anyone else. For that matter, there weren't many students in the dorm yet. I guessed they'd all be moving in the next day, as classes started the day after. We went back to our room and turned on my TV. Hamza didn't have one with him, so I told him we could share mine. He thanked me, and asked if we could watch the world news. So we did. He fell asleep on his bunk five minutes into it, so I turned off the TV, threw a blanket over him, then got ready for bed myself. At first I couldn't fall asleep. I kept thinking about Al. Then I remembered Tony and laid there replaying the events of the few hours we spent together earlier in the day. Of course all this gave me a hardon. I could tell that Hamza was asleep, so I reached over and grabbed a wad of Kleenex, then I pulled the blanket back and jacked off as quick as I could. Hamza never woke up. I wondered about him. Whether he had a girlfriend or not. We'd not talked about personal relationships at all. I tossed my sperm-soaked kleenex in the waste basket, and pulled the blanket back up. In a few minutes I was passed out myself. When I woke up in the morning, I heard the shower running, and I looked over at Hamza's bed. He wasn't in it. The blanket I'd thrown over him was wadded up, but the actual bed hadn't been turned down. Apparently he'd slept all night in his clothes. AFter about 10 minutes, the water shut off, and I heard some activity in the bathroom. Then he came out fully dressed, with wet hair. "I hope I didn't wake you!" he said. I said "Nah, just woke up on my own." He said "Did you cover me up with that blanket last night?" I said "Nah, your mom came back and tucked you in!" We both laughed. Then he turned a shade pink and thanked me. I told him no problem, and I expected him to cover me up if I fell asleep some night! He grinned. "C'mon, rise and shine - get dressed and let's go get some breakfast!" he said. "Oh Damn! You're a morning person aren't you?" I said. He grinned and laughed. I threw back the covers and stood up, and Hamza muttered "Oh! Sorry!" and turned to face away from me. "For what?" I asked. "Well, you're naked." he said. "Yeah, so? Haven't you seen a naked guy before?" I asked. He turned and looked at me, being careful to maintain eye contact. "Well yeah, it's just I didn't realize you slept without any clothes on." he said. I scratched my balls, stretched and yawned, "yeah - well I do - Does it really bother you?" "No" he said, as his face started to redden a little. "I just didn't expect it that's all". "I guess you don't sleep nude then?" I asked. He got redder, and said he didn't. I told him he should try it sometime, that it is much more comfortable. Then I went into the bathroom. I took a healthy crap, shaved, brushed my teeth, then jumped in the shower. As I was about to turn on the shower, I saw an unmistakeable gob of semen on the soap dish. I snickered, as I started the shower, my cock beginning to harden. I shampooed, and then lathered my body, paying particular attention to my, by then, stiff cock. I used the soap to make a nice slippery lather. Then I went to work on my penis, balls and ass. I rubbed the soapy slime all over. Then I started pumping up and down my hard slippery shaft. After a couple of minutes, I could feel the cum starting to churn in my balls. I was rubbing my asshole and masturbating my cock. I increased my speed a little, and seconds later, I deposited my own gobs of cum into the soap dish along with Hamza's! I rinsed off, and made sure I rinsed the walls and soap dish off too. Then I toweled off. When I was dry I tossed the towel into the corner and opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the room with a cloud of humidity swirling around me. Hamza was watching TV, but glanced at me as I walked into the room, still naked. Because I'd just jerked off, my dick had still not receded to its normal size, and I noticed that Hamza's eyes kept darting down to it, as much as he tried not to look at it. I thought I saw him rub his crotch once. I snickered and said "it's not always this big, I just jacked off." His mouth dropped open slightly and he looked embarassed again. I snickered and said "well it's not like I did something in there that you didn't do a few minutes before me!" He got red in the face and protested "I didn't do that, I don't do that kind of thing!". I looked at him and laughed, "well next time you don't do that kind of thing, don't aim your thing toward the soap dish, you missed a gob when you rinsed the wall off!" Poor Hamza, he turned as red as a beet. He was mortified. He didn't know what to say. I grinned and said "Hey - c'mon, it's not like you were doing something that nobody else does - everyone knows that all guys do it! So what if I saw a gob of your cum? You'll probably see some of mine before this semester is over too!" "Please don't tell anyone about this." he said, almost pleadingly. I looked at him and told him it was OK, I wouldn't tell anyone. "It's just that in my country, in my religion, it's considered very wrong for a man to do that, but I can't seem to help myself" he said. I said to him, "Well, that's the way it is in a bunch of religions and countries - but in reality - it's something all guys do, and we all do it a lot, and we all know we all do it - so relax. Besides, why would I ever want to tell anyone I knew that you masturbated in our shower?" He gave me a small smile, as his face began to lighten. "It's just kind of embarassing." he muttered. I said "Oh Hell, by the time this college year's over, we'll probably be jerking each other off!" He looked at me in disbelief, and I started to laugh. He said, "I don't know about you - sometimes I think you mean it!" I laughed some more. Little did poor Hamza know, I did mean it. As I looked at him, I thought I saw the lump in his crotch get a little bigger. We went and had breakfast at a diner in town. I drove, since Hamza didn't have a car. Then we drove over to a department store and bought some things we thought we'd need, including a small refrigerator, and an aquarium. This of course necessitated getting some groceries, and fish (for the aquarium) too. When we returned to the dorm, it was a beehive of activity. A lot of other kids were moving in now. We were happy to get past the hubub and into our room. We had to make a couple of trips from the car to our room ourselves. Once we got everything moved in. We closed the door, and were surprised how quiet it was in our room, despite all the noise out in the hallway. We were happy about that. We turned on the radio, found a good station, and proceeded to set up the refrigerator and aquarium. Hamza was laying on his back on his bed reaching behind the shelving unit trying to plug the filter and light in. He was having a hard time of it. I was working on setting up the filter and aerator and had to get a part off the shelf over his bed. I accidentally tripped over the elctric cord he was pulling and I landed on the bed right on top of him. He let out an "OOOOFF!" as I landed fully on him. "Jeeze I'm sorry!" I said as I started trying to get off him. My right hand slid toward him and was rubbing him in the ribs as I was pushing off the bed to get off him, and he started to giggle hysterically. Apparently Hamza was very ticklish. Well I thought that was great, so I started jabbing him in boths sides in the rib cage. He was shrieking with laughter, and yelling "Stop, I'm gonna pee!" So I stopped, still in a push-up position over top of him. "I'm sorry" I said. I just couldn't help myself when I realized you were ticklish. "Well neither can I" he yelled, and proceeded to start jabing me in the ribs, the same as I'd just done to him. I too am pretty ticklish, and I started laughing my ass off too. Of course I started tickling him back, and there the two of us were rolling around tickling each other. Finally, he managed to yell that he was going to pee again if we didn't stop, and since he was laying on top of me by now, I thought it best to stop. We lay there that way catching our breath, and trying to stop laughing. As we laid there, I thought I felt something familiar pressing against my lower belly. Hamza was beginning to get a hardon. He must've realized too that that was happening to him, and he leapt up off me, and dashed into the bathroom, saying he had to pee. I noticed it took him a few minutes to "pee". When he came out, he was all sweaty and flushed. Said he had to take a crap too. I looked at him and said "Uh huh!". His face reddened up. I said "It's OK! Really!". He looked at me, still embarassed, but a bit questioningly. Then he said quickly "OK - let's finish the fish tank!" So we went back to our work. By the time the first week had gone by, we had our dorm room fixed up just the way we wanted it. We'd gotten a microwave, hair dryer, and a few other things. We'd also made friends with several of other students in our dorm (it was co-ed). We'd also started classes. We were happy to find we both had similar schedules, and even ended up in one class together. Oddly though, I had yet to see Hamza naked, although he saw me naked once or twice a day. He always was up before me, and changed in the bathroom when he showered or was getting ready for bed, and he closed the bathroom door all the time. I did notice his showers took just as long as they did that first morning, but that the walls and soap dish were always very clean! I kidded him about this one morning. He just got all red in the face, as I smirked. At least now though, he knew that I was only teasing him. I decided Saturday I would work on a way to catch sight of him nude. So while he was in the shower, I opened the bathroom door and peeked in. I could see his shadow behind the shower stall door. He was obviously jacking off, although he was facing away from me. I watched him just as he starting to climax. I heard him grunt and gasp a couple of times, and I could see his shadow tense with each volly of jism he fired against the shower wall. When he was finished, I quietly shut the door and sat down at my computer. He was clothed when he emerged. As he, came out, I jumped up, went in and took a leak, leaving the door open. Then I shaved and brushed my teeth. As I shaved, I noticed that Hamza sat down at my computer, which he used all the time too. I asked him what he wanted to do today, and he turned to look at me. I'm not sure if he was watching me shave, as he himself, unlike me, hardly ever needed to yet, as he only had some peach fuzzy growth that appeared every few days, which he could just scrape off with a dry bic razor. Then again, he may have been looking at my dick, as I was naked. When I was finished, I just got in the shower, and we were still talking. He came over to the bathroom door and we continued to talk loudly over the shower water. I shampooed, and soaped up, then without really thinking, I started masturbating. I didn't realize for a few strokes that I was doing it right in front of him, albeit through a mottled-glass shower stall door. I guess I realized when he stopped talking in mid-sentence, but I could tell he was still there. If he'd have moved away from the door, more light would've flooded into the room. I didn't know what to do, I was so hot and needed to get off, if I didn't my hardon wouldn't go down, so I was kind of trapped. I should've shut the bathroom door. On the other hand, maybe this would break the ice.... So I just continued the conversation, and jerking off, facing the back wall - like I'd just seen him do a few minutes earlier. It only took a few more strokes, and I began to pump my load against the shower wall. Hamza hadn't answered my last question, but I could tell he was still there. I figured - OK - let's see where this is going to go. So as soon as I finished rinsing off, I quickly shut off the faucet and threw the shower stall door open. I was right. Hamza was standing in the bathroom door staring at me. His hand was squeezing his crotch. He gulped and stared at me, turning several shades redder, as I stood before him dripping wet, with the remnants of a hardon, which was dripping a last drop of cum. WE just stood staring at each other. Finally, he let go of his crotch, and I could see there was a good sized hardon twitching beneath the fabric of his jeans, pointing from the middle of his crotch over to the middle of his left thigh. His face was red with embarassment, and tears started to well in his eyes. He didn't take his eyes off mine. His lower lip started to tremble. I took a step toward him, but that made him jump. He quickly backed out of the bathroom, and flew out of our room and off down the hall before I could stop him. I got dried and dressed as fast as I could, then I went looking for him. I couldn't find him anywhere. Finally, I returned to our room. When I went in, he was there. He was packing a bag with some of his things. One bag was already packed and was sitting on the floor. He didn't turn to look at me when I walked in. He just continued to pack a few things into his bag. I could hear him snuffing, like he'd been crying. I walked over to him, and put a hand on his shoulder. He froze. I asked "so what're you doing?" "Moving out," he sniffed "Isn't it obvious?" "Why?" I asked. He finally turned and looked up at me, and I could see he must've been crying a lot, his eyes were all puffy and bloodshot, and full of tears yet. "What? are you kidding?" he asked. "I just made a colossal fool of myself in front of you. I can't stay here anymore" he said. I wiped some of the tears off his left cheek with my thumb as they rolled out of his eyes, and said "you did no such thing Hamza, if anyone made a fool out of myself, I did! I was the one who jacked off in front of you!" "Yeah, but you weren't jerking off over me!" he said, "but I was popping a hardon over you!" "I can't help it! I'm sorry! I've wanted to have sex with you since I first saw you!" he continued. "Don't you see? I'm gay!" he yelled. "That's why I can't get naked in front of you! If I do, you'll see I'm hard for you! So, I'm leaving. You won't have to worry about me anymore" he finished. With that he dropped his face toward his bag, and tried to shrug my hand off his shoulder. I held onto it, and reached for his chin with my left hand and turned his face back toward mine. At first he wouldn't meet my gaze, but finally he looked in my eyes and asked "Well, what? I'm gonna leave - can't you leave me alone?" Finally I spoke, "No! I can't leave you alone! There's no reason for you to leave. You see, there's something you don't know about me either. I'm gay too!" He just stared at me not comprehending at first what I had just said. Then he rubbed the tears out of his eyes and croaked "really?" I smiled down at him and said "yeah! And I like you a lot too!" Then I drew him into me into a hug. He started to cry, sobbing openly in my arms. This time though, I could tell they were tears of relief, rather than anguish. Finally, he calmed down and looked up at me and whispered "I love you Wade." I said "I love you too Hamza." And I leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips, then hugged him close to me again. When he finally pulled away from me, he sank down on his bed. I sat down next to him. I took his hand in mine and held it. He looked at me, his eyes still wet and bloodshot. I said, "I'm sorry if I ever caused you any pain or confusion. If I'd known you were gay, I'd have come out to you earlier. I see you had the same problem. I think we need to start over again." Hamza looked at me and asked "so you're really gay, and you really want me?" In answer I just reached over and covered his crotch with my hand and squeezed it lightly. Immediately, I felt his cock spring to life. Then I felt his hand squeezing my crotch too, and my dick hardening as well. Hamza was smiling, and I was smiling back at him. I lifted his bag off the bed and placed it on the floor, then I unbottoned his shirt and removed it. I pushed him gently onto his back on his bed, and unbuckled his belt. I undid the button on his jeans and unzipped his fly. He lifted his butt off the bed to help me pull his jeans off. I had to take off his sneakers and socks first, but then I pulled his jeans off. All he was wearing now was a pair of briefs that were tented and quivering from the engorged penis below their fabric. "May I?" I asked, as I reached for the waistband of his briefs. He smiled and said "if you don't hurry up, I'm gonna cum without you!" I slid a finger under each side of his briefs and slid them down over his hips, and pulled down. His penis sprang from underneath it and I finally got my first glimpse of Hamza's privates! I pulled his briefs completely off and gazed down at my naked roommate. Finally, I was seeing him naked! Hamza didn't have a very hairy body at all, but that was fine with me. He actually looked like a younger teenager as he laid there. He was short, skinny, and pale. He had a good sized hardon though - about 6-1/2" I'd say. He was uncircumsized, but in his state of full erection, his foreskin had spread out so much, and his full penis head was exposed, that his penis appeared to be circumcised. He had a nice patch of brown pubic hair, and a nearly hairless scrotum, that enclosed two robin egg sized and shaped testicles, the left of which hung lower than the right. His hardon was straight, but pointed up and to the left of his navel. A tiny drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his penis at his piss-slit. I quickly ripped my own clothes off, as Hamza lay watching me. He gasped when he saw me with my full erection. At 8", it dwarfed his. I laid down on top of Hamza and kissed him on the lips. This time, he reciprocated, and we kissed deeply. After a minute or so, I broke from the kiss, and started to run my tongue over his cheek and around his ear, licking playfully at his ear, and down his neck. I licked down the center of his chest and stopped to suck gently on each nipple. Hamza moaned quietly as I was sucking on his nipples. Both became very pointed and firm. His hard penis was twitching under me. I worked my way down his stomach to his navel, and licked that too. He has an "innie". I worked my way further down from his navel to his pubic hair. Then I leaned back and started licking at the inner sides of his thighs just above his knees, licking upward to his crotch. When I reached his crotch, I sucked in each testicle one at a time, and gently rolled them on my tongue. Finally, I licked up the underside of his hard penis, and wrapped my lips around the head, then plunged all the way down, until the entire length of his throbbing shaft were buried in my mouth and throat. Hamza let out a moan. I pulled back off his shaft long enough to shove my middle finger deep into my mouth to moisten it. Then as I resumed giving him a blow job, I wormed my now wet middle finger between his cheeks and started massaging his tight puckered asshole. I was moving my finger back and forth over his hole, in time to my upward and downward strokes on his hard dick with my mouth. With my other hand I reached up and played with his right nipple, squeezing and releasing it. I could taste a drop or two of Hamza's precum. It was salty, yet somewhat sweet. Hamza began to thrust his hips up and down to meet my strokes. I picked up the pace a little, and soon he was pounding up and down into my mouth, as hard as I was sucking up and down his stiff shaft. He was moaning all the time now, and his body was tensing up. I felt his cock increase in size slightly, an I saw him screw up his face. Then suddenly, he began to violently pump gobs of cum into my mouth, as his asshole squeezed shut on my finger with each blast. At least six to eight times he fired a spurt of cum into my mouth. I swallowed it all. Finally he relaxed. I gently removed my finger from his ass, but kept on sucking his dick, until it was completely soft, and I'd sucked every last bit of his cum out of it. Hamza lay on the bed breathing heavily, covered in a light sweat, but grinning from ear to ear. "That was the first time I ever had sex with anyone!" he said. I couldn't believe it - a virgin! And he chose me to take his cherry! I laid down next to Hamza, and kissed him. Before I could even really get relaxed though, he was on his knees and was crawling between my legs. He then laid on top of me and proceeded to do to me, exactly what I had just done to him. Before he got too far, I asked him "are you sure?" "Oh yeah!" was his reply, and he went back to work on me. Like I had done to him, he nibbled on my nipples and licked down to my pubic hair. Then he licked up my inner thighs and sucked my balls. Finally he licked up the underside of my dick, and shoved the head of it into his mouth and went down as far as he could. He couldn't suck the full length of the shaft into his mouth, but he got as far as the pubic hair, which is almost all of it. I could feel the head of my dick hitting the back of his throat. Hamza wet his middle finger too, like I did, and worked it between my butt cheeks, and massaged my asshole. That felt great! Finally, he was sucking up and down my shaft, and was rubbing his finger back and forth over my asshole. He played with my nipple too, like I'd done for him. I could tell it wouldn't be too long. After a few strokes, my body involutarily began to hump up into his mouth, as his had done with me. The only difference he made was that as he massaged my anus, I suddenly felt him trying to penetrate my hole with his finger, so I relaxed my hole so he could insert his finger into my rectum. He slid it in, and began to finger fuck my hole, while he sucked my dick. I could feel the cum starting to build up in me. Finally, I gasped, "I'm gonna cum, in case you don't wanta get it in your mouth", but Hamza continued sucking, and after a couple more strokes, I groaned, "Oh God, I'm cumming!", and shot a huge load of sperm down Hamza's throat. He almost choked on it, and backed off a little, as the second load entered his mouth, he couldn't handle it all, and it began leaking out of his lips and down my shaft and over my balls. I fired several more shots of jism into his mouth. He swallowed as much of it as he could, then when I finished cumming, he continued to suck on me, till my last dribbles came out. Then he licked my cock and balls clean and swallowed every last bit. He finally pulled his finger out of my asshole, and wiped it on some Kleenex. Then he flopped down next to me. "So, you still moving out?" I asked. "Not on your life!" he replied, and rolled over and put his arm over me. He fell asleep a few minutes later. I was able to reach a blanket up over my head on the pillow, so with one hand I spread it over us, and then I too went to sleep. We napped naked together under the fuzzy blanket for an hour or so. when I woke up, I felt Hamza's hand wrapped around my, again hard dick! He surprised me by asking me to fuck him up the ass! I said "are you sure?" "Yup! I love sticking things up my ass, I want the real thing once!" he said. He didn't have a clue how to do it, so I laid him on his stomach with a couple pillows under his hips pushing his ass up in the air. Then I got out some KY. I got behind him, and gazed at his beautiful asshole, as it stuck up at me. As I was looking at him, he flexed his hole a couple times, this got me really hot! First I decided to give him a rim job, before I fucked him though. So I leaned down, and started to lick at the inside of his cheeks. He was surprised by that, but I told him to relax and enjoy it. I licked around the insides of his cheeks, getting closer to his puckering hole, which was flexing quite a bit now. Finally, I ran my wet tongue from the base of his ass crack behind his balls, up and directly across his pucker and out the top of his crack. As my tongue made contact with his pucker, he gasped lightly. Then, I leaned in, and spread his cheeks as far apart as I could, and I began to lick at his anus! I was doing flat hard licks directly on his puckered sphincter. He began to moan a little. Eventually, I decided to stiffen my tongue and began jabbing at his hole, trying to force my tongue up inside him. After a few pushes, I successfully penetrated his tight sphincter, and my tongue slid about an inch up inside Hamza's asshole. He clenched down on it, and it slid out. I did this a few times, then decided it was time to get to work. First I moistened a couple of fingers with KY, then I began massaging his anus. After a minute, I pressed lightly with one finger, and it slid right up inside him. I finger fucked him for a minute, then added a second finger, and that went in rather easily as well. I fucked his hole with my fingers for a couple minutes, as he lay moaning under me. Finally I added a third finger, and he flinched a little at this, so I waited until he could handle it, and then slowly pressed further, till it too was inside him. Finally he gasped, "C'mon man, give me your dick!" I lubed up my dick and got behind him. I pressed against his hole, and met some resistence. I told him to relax, and he did a little, and I slid the head of my hard dick up into his rectum. He gasped. I waited. "More" he said in a few seconds. So I pushed forward a bit, and slid in till I was about half way in. His ass felt so good wrapped around my hard dick. It was so hot, moist, and soft and slippery! He was gasping a bit, so I waited and asked if he was alright, and he said yes. So I pushed further, and slid all the way in! He groaned and grimmaced a bit. "Just wait a second" he said. I waited, and finally he said "OK - do it." I slowly began to pull out of him, till I was about 2/3 of the way out, then I started to slide back in. He moaned on the inward thrust. I kept going slowly. After a few strokes he said "harder." so I sped up a bit, and went a little less gently. He began to moan even more. "Fuck me hard!" he yelled. So I did. I began to fairly pound in and out of his rectum. He was moaning and thrashing under me. His hand was under him, and he was masturbating as I fucked him. I could feel my own cum starting to build. I could tell he was getting ready to cum too. A few more strokes and I felt his anal muscles clench down on my, as I realized he was beginning his orgasm. This sent me over the edge, and I too began to ejaculate a load of cum deep inside his rectum. We were both groaning and humping and cumming together. After several more squirts, we both finished, and collapsed in a heap, my dick still buried inside his ass. As we lay there, I began to soften, and finally after a couple minutes, he gave a squeeze of his ass muscle and pushed my then flacid penis out of his rectum. I rolled over and he rolled with me. We kissed, and I suggested we shower off, and go eat. We hadn't eaten yet all day, and it was past suppertime! As you can imagine, Hamza and I spent a very happy college year together. I'm so glad we found out about each other at the beginning of the first term. From that point on, we made love everyday 2-3 times a day, and we slept together naked in each other's arms in one bed. Obviously the bathroom door was left open all the time from then on, and we were usually naked all the time when we were in our dorm room alone together. At the end of the year, it was really funny, we ran into a guy in the hall we'd never seen before, turned out to be one of the guys from next door to us. We'd never met him. Tells you what kind of social life Hamza and I had in College. Unfortunately, that first year of school was all that Hamza and I were to spend together. That summer he went home to his own country, and I got a call a couple of weeks later. It was Hamza. His parents had died in a car crash. Of course I felt very bad and told him so. He asked me to come to the funeral. I said I couldn't afford to fly there. He told me he'd send the ticket, just to pack and get my passport out. 6 hours later, a chaufferred limosine arrived in front of my house and a man with that red and white head dress got out. He loaded my suitcase into the trunk and we took off. You should've seen the neighbors stare when that happened. We arrived at the airport and the limo whisked directly to a private lear jet. I was told to get on, that the king had sent it for me. I went "huh? King?". "Yes, this is his royal majesty King Hamza's private plane!". I just stared as we took off. Hours later we landed in this tiny little country in the middle east, and I walked off the plane to see the airport all decked out in black shrouds. I was put in another limo, and whisked off to a palace. When we arrived, I was taken inside and taken directly to a private suite upstairs. Moments later, Hamza walked in. He was wearing the head piece again. He looked stressed. I said, "I'm sorry about your father." Hamza collapsed in my arms crying. I held him and waited till he calmed down. Then I asked "uh, can you explain what's going on? How is it a king sent a plane for me?" "Oh that was me." he said. Then he realized I had no clue what was going on. He quickly explained that his father had been king of this principality, and now that he was dead, he Hamza was king! I couldn't believe it! Hamza was a king! A rich one too! And he had been my college roommate and lover! I stayed at the palace with Hamza for a couple of weeks. Did the funeral with him. I even had to wear a red and white head piece too. I still have it, it was one of Hamza's. Finally, a couple weeks after the funeral he got very busy running his country, so I bid him farewell, and he put me on his plane home. The neighbors really looked when they saw me get out of the limo this time - as I was wearing the red and white headpiece myself! And, the funeral had been on the news, and as Hamza had wanted me with him at all times during it, I was in the news with him, and everyone had seen it. My being there had even overshadowed the Vice President's being there! I was an instant celebrity for a while, with everyone wanting an interview. I told them only a little. That Hamza and I were college roommates and close friends. finally since they didn't get many answers from me, they left me alone. Tragically, Hamza was killed a year later in a coup. Someone else is king now. I'll never have a year like I had with Hamza again - it was great! Wish things had been different and we'd finished all four years together! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you enjoyed this chapter, Keep your eyes open for "Chapter 10 - My New 'Little Brother'" - where I tell you about, how as a college project, I became a "Big Brother" to a boy who who had no father or other older males in his life for role models. PS - although these stories of mine are fictional, many of the characters are based on people I actually knew. Todd, who was mentioned in an earlier chapter, was actually a friend of mine. Sadly, I must report that he was killed recently in an accident. I loved Todd very much, and miss him very much. I dedicate this story to him!