Date: Thu, 5 Dec 2019 02:57:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mark Tholtow <markmanscooter@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Freshman College Roomate

Chapter 1

I'd jacked off in junior high and high school with buddies at Boy Scout
camp and in the locker room - I was a wrestler - but those encounters never
went beyond just jacking myself off in the presence of other guys doing the
same. The first time I actually had sex with another guy was with my
freshman college roommate. It was a situation that gradually built up to
sex. Here's how it happened.

His name was Eric and he was a little taller than my 5'-10". He had more of
a swimmer's build and was a strawberry blonde. I was the opposite: olive
skin, black hair, a solid, muscular, wrestler's body with thick thighs, a
beefy bubble butt, decent pecs for that age and nice guns. I'd hit puberty
early, in fifth grade, and had hair on my chest in ninth grade so by the
time I got to college I was really hairy - hairy chest and legs, furry ass,
thick pits, and a big bush of black pubes.

Eric was very outgoing and was the least shy person I think I'd ever
met. Within a few days of being on campus he knew half of our freshman
class and we had a steady stream of new friends, both guys and girls, in
and out of our room every day.  Eric was not shy with his body either. We
both slept in our briefs, me in my tighty whities and him in his colored
bikini briefs. He would strip down to go shower every morning and come
back, drop his towel and casually walk around naked while finding his
clothes for the day, or to change into a jockstrap (it was the late 80's -
everyone still wore those) and workout gear for the gym.

Eric was the kind of guy who loved to joke around and shock people by
saying crazy shit and then saying, "just kidding", so you never quite knew
if he was serious, and he loved to give people shit and tease them.

After a couple of months of living together, we were very comfortable
seeing each other naked, drying off, with morning wood, etc. Eric even did
the helicopter with his dick once after a shower as a joke. We both had
average-sized cocks - nothing to be embarrassed about in the communal
showers, but neither of us was going to be a porn star either.

One night after we'd turned off the lights and were trying to fall asleep,
we were chatting which was common. We started taking about sex. We both had
girlfriends from high school that we hadn't broken up with yet but also
hadn't seen since we'd gotten to college. He asked me if I was a virgin. I
told him I wasn't - that I'd just lost my virginity early that summer and
that it was frustrating to have just started getting laid and then have to
go to college and not have access to her pussy anymore.

He said he'd lost his virginity at 16 to an older girl in high school
before he started dating his girlfriend. It happened in a parking ramp on a
class trip. It was a funny and awkward and hot story. We both admitted to
being horny. Eric asked me if I jacked off. I reluctantly said I did but
hadn't since I'd gotten to school because I just hadn't figured out when
and where to do it. This was not true. While it was true that it was hard
to find a good time and place, I'd managed to do it in the bathroom stall
late at night or quickly in bed when Eric went to shower in the morning or
on the days he had an earlier class.

By contrast, he proudly admitted to jacking off a lot, and proceeded to
tell me where the best private restroom stalls were that he'd discovered on
campus. We talked about how old we were when we started (5th grade for me,
and 7th for him), and how we'd both figured it out on our own without
anyone to show us how.

He was quiet for minute. Then he asked, "do you wanna have a beat off
session?"

Because he liked to shock people, I wasn't sure if he was serious and
didn't want to seem eager to do something he'd later tease me about. I
asked, "have you done that before with other guys around?"

He said, "yes. With three other friends from high school. Have you?"

"Yeah, at Boy Scout camp." I told him the story. My buddy Wayne and I were
the first ones in our class to go through puberty so already had hairy pits
and a lot of pubes in 7th grade when we went to scout camp the first
time. We saw a group of older boys - ninth graders, which is funny now that
they seemed so old - standing in a circle after our camp counselors had
left us alone to go to some meeting for a couple of hours. We got up close
and saw that they all had their zippers down and their jeans open and their
cocks out and were jerking off. Wayne and I looked at each other like,
"holy shit!" The older guys saw us and told us to get lost. I said, "We
know what you're doing. Can we do it too?" I knew Wayne jacked off. We were
friends and had talked about it - a lot - and shared penthouse
magazines. We'd never done it with each other - but I figured he'd be up
for it.

One of the older boys said, "you can take your little junior high dicks and
go tie some knots or some shit." All of them laughed. My buddy Wayne undid
his belt, opened his jeans, and pulled down the front of his tighty whities
to show off a semi-hard, thick 6" dick with a mass of bushy blonde pubes
and a low hanging nut sack. They were silent and looked over at me. I undid
my belt and pulled down my jeans and underwear together to show off the
curly black bush around my dick and big heavy balls. I've always had big
balls. The cocky boy that dissed us just said, "ok, you can stay" and
backed up a bit to make room in the circle.

Wayne and I thought we were cool after that. One by one everybody shot
their loads onto the ground in the center of the circle. A couple of guys
shot so far they hit the jeans or the shoes of the guy across from
them. Everyone cheered. I shot last. I was nervous but shot really far so
got some cheers. It was actually a game changing event as it got us in with
the older, cooler guys in the troop and saved us from getting shit like a
lot of the other younger guys. Wayne and I beat off on top of our sleeping
bags every night after that and a lot of mornings too. Wayne liked to bunch
up his sleeping bag and hump it. It was hot watching his lightly fuzzy
blonde ass cheeks clench and grind away.

Eric then told me how he got started with his three other friends. There
were originally five of them, but one of the boys was freaked out by their
first beat off session and didn't join in after that. Eric said it sort of
caused him to drift away from the group which he always thought was a
bummer and wondered how much of it had to do with their new weekend
sleepover activity. He said it bonded the rest of them into a very
tight-knit group.

He said it started when they all stayed overnight at one of their houses -
the only one with a VCR at the time as they were very new and expensive
then. Someone had gotten a hold of a porn tape and they were excited to
watch it. This was before there was easy access of porn videos in rental
stores.

The story was predictable. A bunch of horny 15-year-olds with their very
first porn movie. Eric said he got super horned up and just came out and
said, "I don't know about you guys but I have a huge boner!" His best
friend Tom, whom I later met when he visited campus, said, "My dick is
harder than it's ever been - it actually hurts, it's so hard."

They all eventually opened their jeans to make things more comfortable,
then started adjusting themselves more frequently, then just gave in and
took their cocks out one by one and stroked. He said they watched the video
over and over literally all night and each came three or four times. Eric
said Tom ended up saying, "Now my dick hurts from too much abuse! I gotta
give mine a rest."

We both agreed that we'd been there sometimes which lead to a discussion
about how many times we'd cum in one day. Eric's record was six. Mine was
eleven which made me feel like a total perv, so I lied and said five. I've
never been that competitive.

So, Eric said it again, "This talk is making me really horny - and I was
horny to start with, I got interrupted in the shower this afternoon and had
to stop."

"You were beating off in the open shower?"

"Yeah, I was horny after class and wanted to go rub one out in that big
restroom in the basement of the computer lab, but it was busy in there. I
tried going to the gym and that just made me hornier - you know - the
exertion blood flow. I started stroking it in the shower there, but the
cross-country team came in, so I had to stop. I got back to the room and
you were here so I couldn't do it here either." We both started laughing.

I said, "Speaking of that, remember last week when your class was
cancelled, and you came back to the room? I was about twenty seconds away
from orgasm - you killed me, man."

"Ahh - that's why you were dressed but had no pants on and were under the
covers when I walked in! I thought that was weird" he said.

"Yeah and then I couldn't get out of bed when you came in because I had a
boner that wouldn't go down and a huge precum stain on my underwear. As
soon as you turned around, I quick grabbed my pants and jumped into
them. You know that feeling when you're walking around with wet goo in your
pants?"

"Haha, yeah - I actually like that feeling!"

"Ok, me too." We both started laughing again. I'd never had so much fun
talking about sex and masturbation. I was completely comfortable now and
completely horned up. I would have jacked off naked in the hallway if he'd
suggested it right then.

"So, yeah - I'm up for a beat off session", I said.

"Cool", he said and flipped on the light and got out of bed and walked over
to his closet. He had an obvious boner tenting the front of his red briefs
and a big precum spot soaked through to the point that the entire head of
his cock was visible through the fabric. I felt a stream of precum ooze out
of my cock when I saw it and ground my crotch into my mattress.

Eric came back to his bed with a small stack of Playboy and Penthouse
magazines that he'd apparently been hoarding. I gave him shit about not
sharing from day one. He said, "like I want your cum on the pages?"

"I can be neat", I said, smiling. "I'm a professional - been practicing
since fifth grade, remember? Damn, that's over half my life."

"I'm kidding", he said. "Here - pick one. Sorry I didn't bring them out
sooner. Honestly, I've beat off to these so many times they're kinda boring
now. I need new ones. I wonder if we could start a porn mag exchange in the
dorm?"

"Well you know half the campus so if anyone can, it'd be you. You could
make it an official club with a message board up in the Union." I said,
laughing, "What would you call it?"

That lead to a funny exchange about potential names. Our first try was
'Bate Buddies' (If only we'd gotten trademarks for the future Internet),
that was too obvious and didn't reference porn. Then we thought of 'the
Stash', but that seemed more like it was about weed than porn. Then we
thought it should be like a frat; we thought 'Alpha Beta' for alpha males
masturbating. We thought we were geniuses.

Eric thumbed through the stack and grabbed one that I assumed was either
newer or a favorite and sat on his bed cross legged facing me. He opened
the mag up and shoved his hand under his waistband and started feeling
himself up. We both got lost in the photos for a few minutes and then
started flipping the magazines around showing each other girls we thought
were hot, breasts we thought were perfect, the amount of trimmed bush we
liked best, etc. I was cross legged as well and we just sat and stroked off
into our underwear.

Eric announced that he was getting close to cumming. I said, "you need a
Kleenex or a rag?"

"Nah, I'm gonna bust right in my shorts. No clean up and I like the feeling
of slippery jizz when I fall asleep sometimes."

That thought seemed gross and uncomfortable to me. I always came into a
Kleenex or shot on my chest and wiped it up. I was so horny though I
decided to see what it was like. He got up on his knees, pumping wildly
inside his briefs and I watched as his cum load slowly filled the pouch and
made a big, dark wet spot on the front. That sight sent me over the edge,
and I laid down and fucked the air. Lifting my ass off the bed and pumping
my load into my briefs as well. Then I pulled out my cum-covered hand and
just grabbed my whole package from the outside and felt the wetness slide
all over my junk. After weeks of hiding in restroom stalls and feeling
rushed, I felt so relieved to have been able to take my time and let loose
after being horned up for so long.

Eric said, "I gotta go take a piss."

"Like that?? Everyone can see you're full of cum."

"Yeah, I know." And he opened the door and ran down the hall to the
communal rest room.

When he got back, I asked him if anyone saw him. "Yeah, Dave from next door
was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He stared right at my crotch and
got all wide eyed. I just said, 'yeah - wet dream. Gotta piss now' - he
just shrugged and went back to brushing."

"Good save", I said.

"Yeah, I should have said we were having a jack off party and you aimed
your cock at my balls and shot right on me."

That kinda freaked me out. It seemed like that was something he'd actually
say to people. I think I had a look of panic on my face. He said, "don't
worry, I'm not an idiot. We're roommates. This is just between us."

I had to piss too but decided it was too risky if Dave was still in the
bathroom. I couldn't use the same excuse. I still wanted to sleep in my
jizzy underwear so threw on my robe and went to the bathroom. It was empty
so I stood at the urinal and looked down at the fucking mess in my
briefs. It was hot and I started to get hard again. Fortunately, I was able
to piss and walked back to our room with my robe wide open exposing my
cum-drenched tighty whities. No one saw me but it made me even hornier and
I had a full-fledged, twitching boner again.

Eric had turned off the lights and was in bed. I tossed the robe on the
floor and laid down on my stomach. The wetness and the thought of what we'd
just done kept me hard as a steel rod and I started grinding into the
mattress. Eric said, "are you fucking your bed?"

Not even self-conscious, I said, "Yeah I'm still horny. It's been so long
since I've been able to do that. I think I need to get off again."

"Do it, man" he said. He seemed to be sort of enjoying liberating me.

I don't know what came over me but the thought of humping my bed - a method
I hadn't used since junior high - while someone watched, was making me
crazy. I knew he could still see me in the dim light from our stereo which
was always on. I just started going at it. I grabbed the top of my mattress
and spread my legs and just started fucking my mattress hard. It's was
easier with shorts full of slippery cum already and felt so good. It took a
couple of minutes and I came hard again in my briefs. It felt amazing and I
was suddenly so relaxed.

"Fuck. That was hot" he said, "It was like I wasn't here. Like you were on
hidden camera or something. Feel better now?"

"Yes" I mumbled into my pillow already sleepy.

"Alright. G'night man."

"Night."