Date: Thu, 16 Jul 2020 23:07:14 -0400
From: Allan@GrassyValley.us
Subject: Allan's New College Freedom -- (1/7)

Allan's New College Freedom is a seven-part story, the first four parts are
almost entirely true and the last three are mostly what I wish had
happened. All characters were 18 years old at the time of these
events. These stories are based on my own experiences and memories, but I
have taken some artistic license in the telling. The names in all the
"Allan's New..." stories are changed; location & unnecessary personal
information has been changed or purposely omitted to protect people's
identities.

My stories never mention protected sex. But in real life, Always use
condoms and get tested regularly.

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Allan's New College Roommate -- (1/7)

By: AllanNKnox

Arrival at College

I was an average student in high school, but in the summer before my senior
year I decided I wanted to go to college to study music. So, I started
applying myself and made much better grades that year. I also decided that
I wanted to use college to start the process of living on my own, and going
to school in my hometown where I would have to live at home was not
conducive to those plans. I found a college sufficiently far from home,
about 70 miles, that my parents were bound to like because it was a
Christian college and was about the same cost as what was available at
home.

So, that is how I ended up at a small church-supported Liberal Arts school
in a rural area of a Southern state near its border with the state where I
grew up. 1600 students, about 750 men, of which about 600 lived in two
men's dorms and most of them were in their late teens and early
twenties. So, there were an abundance of repressed male sexual tension on
campus.

At 18 years old I was 6 feet tall and weighed 198 pounds; a little
overweight, but overall I was average in appearance. And I was very excited
to have some distance from my Parents even if it was only 70 miles
away. But, don't get me wrong, I loved them and they were very good
Parents. I just thought I was ready to start conquering the world.

When I first arrived on campus, I was assigned to the freshman men's dorm
where I was placed in a really small 2-man room on the back corner of the
roughly U-shaped building. There was no air conditioning, but we did have a
window on two walls, so we got some flow through air. My roommate, Herman,
was a crippled guy who walked with a pronounced limp often using crutches,
a good bit overweight, and generally porcine in appearance, but he had a
friend from home who assigned to a room the third floor and who made Herman
look positively handsome by comparison.

About three weeks after the start of classes Herman had become increasingly
depressed and had returned after a weekend at home with a tape filled with
multiple copies of one very depressing song, which he played over and
over. However, that Wednesday after supper he took a bath and got dressed
up saying that he was going to the freshman women's dorm to see if he could
meet some young women. Later, I was still studying when he came back in and
took off his shirt and tie. He was very quiet.

While out, he met up with some evangelical students who were friendly with
him and started showing him "the plan of salvation" or at least the first
part of it, where they make you feel like the lowest worm on the face of
the earth. After leading him to that place, then suddenly they said, "oh,
look at the time, we'll be late for prayer meeting" and even though they
asked Herman to go with them, they got up and left him to contemplate the
miserable state of his life.

Herman came back to the room, put on his depressing tape, got out a razor
blade and was threatening to end it all by cutting his wrists.

To make a long story short, I spent the next three hours trying to convince
him not to end it all before getting other help. After that, neither of us
were comfortable with each other, so the Resident Assistants worked a
trade: his friend from the third floor would come down to live with him and
I would move up to his friend's room. As it turned out, I got the best end
of that deal, by far.

The new room was huge compared to the old one, had three large windows that
looked out over the expansive front lawn of the dorm and its parking lot to
one side. It was right across the hall from the shower room, and last but
certainly not least, my new roommate, Kevin, was really nice looking,
quietly friendly, and didn't mind changing things around a bit to
accommodate me.

Kevin was a farm-boy raised on hard work, as far from city life as you
could possibly get. He wasn't very articulate but seemed to have somewhat
normal IQ that he somehow never learned to apply to his schoolwork. Kevin
was my age, about 6'1" and 170 lbs. He had a lithe body, his arms and legs
were all that I'd seen so far but his muscles were well defined, and he
moved sleekly about the room like a cat. The hair on his head was naturally
curly and dark red, as was the light to moderate hair that covered his
forearms and lower legs; and he looked like he was a few weeks past needing
a haircut which made him look mop-headed, showing off big dark red
curls. His smile was nice, but he rarely smiled, and his face was average
at best and lightly freckled, as was his shoulders and forearms, making him
a bit homely in appearance. So, his only drawbacks were that he was not a
complex thinker and had a slightly below average face. But I would shortly
find out that what he lacked in these areas, he more than made up for in
others.

The first evening after moving in, I was lying on my bed reading when he
announced that he was going to take a shower. I really didn't expect to see
much because most guys would walk to the showers in their underwear
carrying clean ones with them. I thought that this would be a good chance
to see the shape of him in his underwear and possibly see an outline of his
dick to gage just how big it might be. So I positioned myself propped up on
my bed so that I could get a good look at him over my book affording me the
chance to simply look down if he looked my way.

After getting a towel and his toiletries bag ready and putting them on the
bed to the left of his dresser, he started undressing. He was standing
facing his dresser, looking at himself in a mirror on the wall behind it,
and he was turned away from me at about a 75-degree angle, so that I saw
his back with him turned slightly to his left from my prospective, a good
angle for photographs, mental and otherwise. He got down to his
tighty-whitey briefs and I thought "now he will grab his things and head to
the showers", and I was looking forward to seeing how his nicely shaped
butt would move in his briefs. When suddenly, he reached for the waistband
with both thumbs and took his briefs down in one swift move.

After tossing the briefs into his hamper he stood for a moment looking at
his face in the mirror. Long, slow-motion moments went by for me as I
beheld a most perfect set of buns; not to mention the rest of him. There
was not a single blemish on his body, what little acne he had was only on
his face. This guy might have been a simple country boy with a
not-very-handsome face, but he had a body to die for. Perfectly shaped buns
that were almost hairless and had dimples to either side of the top of his
crack. His legs were statuesque with a moderate amount of dark red hair to
match the sun-bleached mop on his head. His muscles were toned and
beautifully shaped probably from years of farm work.

He turned to his left to get his towel and toiletries off the bed, and what
that turn revealed was even more spectacularly beautiful than the
backside. It was a good thing I had that book in front of my face and the
sheet of my bed draped over my midsection because my jaw dropped open and
my boner went to a painfully full level when I saw what hung between his
legs.

I swear to you, it seemed HUGE. It wasn't erect, but relaxed and extended
like he had been playing with himself or thinking erotic thoughts. It had
to be at least 6" long and thick, and it wasn't even hard. He was either
circumsized or did not have much foreskin. The shaft appeared to be an even
thickness its entire length with a larger, perfectly shaped crown at the
end. It was nestled in a curly red pubic bush and hung over a scrotum that
appeared to have two golfball sized nuts in it. He was nearly hairless
except for the hair on his legs, forearms, and a moderate patch of hair in
the middle of his chest that dwindled down to a light treasure trail that
almost disappeared as it swirled around his high belly button before
continuing on down to his pubes. He had the faintest hint of a six-pack,
like it had developed naturally instead of being produced by workouts in a
gym.

I was a mess. A mass of emotions and thoughts coursed through my body and
mind.

Lust. Desire. The thought of how lucky I was and how I got the better end
of the room-switch. I knew I was gay but hadn't really dealt with it yet,
and after all, I was attending a religious college, so I knew I had to keep
it quiet and under control. I would have to watch myself so I wouldn't give
myself away and I would somehow have to deal with the probability that I'd
never get to touch him. But I was going to have a roommate with an awesome
body that apparently didn't mind showing it off and, believe me, I was
determined to enjoy every minute.

When he wrapped the towel around his middle and walked out, I was almost
relieved, literally... I was hard and excited almost to the point of
cumming. So after giving him a couple of minutes to make sure he wouldn't
come back for something he forgot, I grabbed the almost dry towel from my
bath earlier, opening my pants and taking my throbbing dick in hand, I
jerked it the few strokes that it took to push me over the edge and came
buckets. But I was so afraid that he might return early that I hurriedly
cleaned up myself, threw the towel in my hamper, fixed my clothing and went
back to reading my book... or trying to read. I was nervously waiting for
Kevin's return from the showers with the hope of seeing more of his
beautiful body.


- END of PART 1, Part 2 coming soon...


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