Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2000 02:28:20 EDT From: Light Mountaineer Subject: Initiating my Roommate I had repressed feelings for my college roommate before I came to terms with my being gay. I came out my last semester after we had both made other rooming arrangements. Knowing him to be very open-minded, we remained on friendly terms, but I did not have the stamina to reveal my feelings for him. Many of my gay friends and ex-lovers marveled at his slim strawberry blonde good looks, complete with perpetual tan and brown puppy dog eyes. When he would ask me non-judgmental questions about gay sex, I would always respond with as seductively explicit answers as I could muster. This would normally elicit nervous giggles on his part. Two years ago, such questions escalated shortly after an emotionally searing breakup with a girl friend. On the phone one evening, I softly inquired what else might be the source of his increased curiosity about intimacy between males. He then confided that he had been surfing explicit gay web-sites. I paused, for what seemed the longest time, summoning courage; I asked him if he would like to experiment with someone he could trust. Before he could answer, I suggested we spend the weekend at a secluded camping spot we had enjoyed with other classmates. "That would be nice," he whispered. My heart was not the only organ to jump with exhilaration. I gently reassured him that no one ever had to know of our shared experience. After hastily working out logistical details, I hung up and began a masturbatory fantasy binge, which did not end, until our anticipated meeting in the woods the following Saturday evening. I reminded myself that although I had often glimpsed him nude in the dormitory showers, I never had seen his penis erect and this drove me into a frenzy of erotic imagination. It was after dark when we met at our seldom-tracked trail from memory, now partially overgrown. We held hands, partly to assist each other from clearing the brush on the trail and losing each other in the thick darkness. After arriving at our destination over an hour later, the campsite was only slightly overgrown from our college years. Experienced outdoor types, it took no time to pitch camp and mount our small tent. Slowly we undressed each other as we organized our effects and prepared our first encounter of lovemaking. I sensitively acknowledged his exhaustion. On Saturdays, he works half a day, arising at 5:30, and proceeds to his health club for a long work out in the afternoon. Upon achieving nakedness, he is able to achieve only partial stiffness despite my gentle fondling of his handsomely boyish package. I softly kiss his neck and nipples, I lovingly assist him into my double sleeping bag and watch my beautiful tent mate fall to sleep comfortably in my warm arms. At daybreak, we awake in the warmth of each other's embrace. Listening to birdsong, we reveled in the moment and the heat of each other's bodies by rubbing against each other, intent on each other's exquisite smooth nakedness and body hair. Occasionally, tongues clashed as we exchanged sweet kisses. I am delighted by his willing manner despite his inexperience with men. Sporting hard cocks, we leak warm pre-cum on each other, turning our dry body heat to slippery wetness. We unzipped the sleeping bag to keep it from getting drenched with our lusty effluence. That magic first glimpse of his gorgeous stiff and dripping 7" cock reflexively sent my legs in the air and my fingers spreading my ass cheeks. Either by on-line education or sexual instinct, he immediately interpreted my unabashed yearning and accepted my intimate invitation, preparing our physical rendezvous by scooping shining little puddles of pre-cum where he could find them, first rubbing it on his precious manhood and then fingering it against my waiting orifice. The sensation of his slick finger against such a sensitive spot is electric to me. I gasped out loud, impatient to be filled with the heat of his passion. Finally, after raising my rear to level it with an odd bit of clothing underneath; kneeling, he pinned my thighs to my torso and guided his now throbbing dickhead to my twitching butt hole. AAAAHHHHHHH, the blissful moment when I felt the heat of his excitement penetrate my inviting sphincter. The expression on his face now shifts to one of entranced focus. It thrilled me to know that he was savoring every sensation as my developed muscle massaged his delicious shaft. Once he pushed part way in, he paused I suspect to feel the involuntary flexes squeezing against his swollen dickhead. This provided me with an opportunity to relax and accept the length of his hot thrusting organ deep into the inner recesses of my lust engorged bowels. As my cavity walls grabbed and clutched at his fleshy man meat, he uninhibitedly gurgled little groans and grunts and mumbled vignettes about "tightness". Sometime in the throes of union, we intuitively sensed the need for a shift of body position and without his completely withdrawing from me, somehow we found ourselves on our sides with him behind me. His body spooned against me seemingly on fire, my top leg propped up in the air, his hand clutching the back of my knee, he furiously pumped me from behind, cramming his soft tickling bush against my intensely sensitized ass cheeks. Suddenly, his thrusts stop, and I felt his joy stick give one final expansive throb as my muscles gripped the hardness. Instantly, I feel the splash of his silky climax thickly spray my prostate. The heated syrupy discharge stimulated me to a loss of self-control and I copiously squirt out my own load of cum. The intensity of our convulsive spasms in ejaculation evoked vocal ooooooooosssss and aaaaahhhhhhss as we immersed ourselves in the tender closeness of mutual orgasm. Our small tent is soon reeking with bodily fluids and we are compelled to run out naked in the early morning dew and gather up leaves to absorb the liquids of our passionate encounter. Before retiring to the tent for a couple of more hours of shuteye, we contentedly peed in each other's presence. Arms embraced around each other's waist, we strolled back to the tent and languidly fell back into slumber, bodies entwined. When we awoke, the heat of the day is already nearly at peak and it seemed pointless to dress as we packed our backpacks, happy to continue our hike naked except the packs on our backs and shoes to protect our feet from the rugged earth. Spontaneously, I am able to turn to him and play with his dangling male protuberance, for I have always relished the opportunity to watch and maybe feel another of my own sex be aroused and swell from flaccidity to full erection and stiffness. These playful sessions would sometimes conclude with his musky cum squirting down my inviting mouth and throat. That I was able to do this with the roommate I had lusted after for so long was my ultimate turn-on !! We mischievously fantasized about what we would do if we were suddenly approached by other hikers and caught "in flagrante". This contemplation excites us to another round of sweaty ass fucking. Towards the end of the day, our bodies having been bathed by the warm sun for the better part of the day and being so intent on planning for our next outing, we almost forgot to dress as we approached the road from whence we started. We laughed as we wondered out loud if anyone had seen us from their cars before we became conscious of approaching civilization, emerging from gleeful seclusion where we had communed with nature. Please e-mail me if you would like the story of his first 69 experience on our next encounter. Other comments are welcome. blondeallover@hotmail.com