Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2020 22:02:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Jason Smith Subject: New College Roommate - Part 3 While names may have been changed, this story and those that follow are completely true. I'd love to know what you think & if you enjoyed it. jasonsmith135@yahoo.com A bit of time had passed as we got back to the normal ins and outs of being secret roommates. You see, when my last roommate (the one assigned to me by the school) dropped out, administration took a while and hadn't assigned anyone else to be my roommate. So Zack just brought some stuff over to stay -- just the essentials: blankets, pillows, a few spare sets of clothes, toiletries, snacks. We got back into the rhythm of normal life. Things cooled off between us for a while. I had been mad about being left high and dry in our last encounter, especially since I had laid there and jerked Zack's dick until he moaned with great pleasure and let the multiple ropes of his thick cum splash against his stomach and run down my hands. I laid there hard as could be expected, and he told me he just wasn't up for it. I stayed mad for a while and kind of gave him the cold shoulder. But I eventually got over it, as it didn't really seem to bother him. He was preoccupied by something, but he wouldn't tell me what exactly. He just seemed sad a good bit of the time. Just the college blues? I wasn't sure, but I decided to just play peace maker and try to cheer him up. The semester came to a close and over the break things had gotten back to normal. We spent the whole break texting to keep in touch as we ended up missing each other after being together for so long. The break between semesters had been the longest we had been apart since becoming friends. In one of our conversations, Zack mentioned that he had talked to his mom and asked if he could start living in the dorms for real and she agreed. Zack applied to live on campus and requested to be my roommate. I was ecstatic. Not only would we officially be roommates, but that meant that I wouldn't get paired up with another random person and have to learn to live with someone I didn't know -- getting used to each other's schedules, sharing the TV and the bathroom, figuring out when and where I would be able to get some alone time, would we even get along. All things I didn't have to worry about, because much to our relief, they paired us together and it was official. We were roomies -- for real. We got back from break, planning to arrive at the same day and the same time. I pulled into the parking lot and he was sitting in his car, waiting for me. He said he had a surprise to show me when I got there. I quickly parked next to his car and unbuckled my seatbelt quickly, excited to see him. He jumped out of his car with a little smirk as I saw his surprise. His long hair that swept to the side, now with a large chunk dyed bright red. "You dyed your hair red!" I shouted, stating the obvious. "Somehow I knew that's what the surprise was!" "How could you have guessed that?" he asked with a laugh. "It's just like in that song we listened to before break." And it was. A song that we both loved, that we listened to often, and happened to listen to on the day before break started, while driving around in his car. It looked good on him, just adding to his emo-ish style. I liked it when he grinned, as it lit his whole face and you could see his crooked smile. I always liked when he was in a good mood or excited about something. It was infectious. We grabbed a few things from our cars and started to head to our room. I let him unlock the door with his new key and we filled the space with our belongings. He had brought even more stuff now since he would be living here full time and not driving back and forth to his home every few days. He would now spend the weeks with me, full time, which sounded perfect to me. This space was ours -- officially -- and we could decorate it how we wanted. We started back classes the next day, which sucked, but coming back to the dorm seeing Zack sitting on the futon, wasting time until I got back made it all worth it. We continued our nights full of TV, late night snacks, video games, and spending time together until the early morning hours. Weeks passed by and the excitement seemed to wear off a bit for Zack and he started getting sad again. He spent a lot of time on the phone, texting someone, but I didn't know who. I didn't ask -- not really my business, and if he wanted me to know he would tell me. I had already been invasive enough by accidentally snooping through his phone back when I tried to prank him. I didn't want to snoop anymore. When the weeks ended I would head back home to see my family for the weekend which was a little over an hour away. Sometimes Zack would do the same and head home, but sometimes he would just stay at the dorm. Doing what? Who knows? Maybe he just enjoyed time to himself. Maybe this was the only time he could have `alone time'. Alone time is always different when you're able to spread out and take your time. It was one of the weekends when I had gotten home on a Friday night. I spent the evening catching up with family, we ate dinner, watched some TV, and all headed to bed. I hadn't heard from Zack since I left that afternoon, which wasn't uncommon on the weekends but he was on my mind for some reason. He seemed a little down before I left. I climbed into my childhood bed and pulled the covers up and began to waste time on my phone. A couple hours passed when I got a text. It was Zack. "Hey." It was simple and short. He was testing to see if I was awake, which he did when it was late. He would never double text in case you were already asleep, he didn't want to wake you. "Hey. How are you?" "Not okay, actually. I don't want to be alone." He said I got a little worried, so I responded quickly. "What's wrong? Where are you?" "I'm at the dorm. I just really don't want to be alone." And then he double texted, "Do you think you could come back to the dorm and spend the night?" I had just left the dorm a few hours before. What could have happened? Either way, I didn't want him to have to be alone if he didn't want to. And he sounded upset about something. "Sure," I said. "Give me a minute to pack back up and I'll head that way. See you in about an hour." I hurriedly packed some clean clothes, left a note for my parents who were already asleep, loaded my car and headed back to the dorm to Zack. I drove faster than I probably should have and got there in about 45 minutes. I ran into the room and he was laying on the futon covered by a small blanket. I went over to him and asked if he was okay. He raised up to look at me and just grabbed me and hugged me tight. He had tears in his eyes and he squeezed me even tighter. We stayed like that -- in a tight hug -- for a long time. He finally let go and dried his eyes. I asked again, "Are you okay? What's wrong?" I wanted answers for why he had been crying. "Yeah, I'm okay now. I'm glad you're here." "What happened? Why were you crying?" "It's nothing. I don't want to talk about it. Can we just watch some TV?" he asked, pleading, so I wouldn't ask any more questions. I obliged and he sat up so there was room for me to sit on the futon too. We sat and started a show. It didn't take long for him to scoot closer and ask if he could lay down. I didn't care, thinking he would just lay down beside me. But when he laid down, he laid his head on my knee. It surprised me a bit, but I wasn't going to ask him to move. It didn't bother me at all. He eventually scooted up further so now his head was in my lap instead of just on my knee. I liked this even better. I noticed some growing in my pants but this wasn't the time. I focused on the show to get my mind off of my dick. The show he had picked was a funny one and I finally heard him chuckle a few times which made me feel better as he seemed to be feeling a bit better. He turned his head in my lap and looked up at me. "Thank you for coming back. It means a lot." He said, being really sincere. "Of course. It wasn't a big deal." I tried to just shake it off. I didn't want him feeling bad for asking me to drive back up to the school. "No, really. I appreciate it. Thanks." He said again. He sat up, which was a bummer because I liked his head in my lap. It made me feel like we were almost like a couple or something and I was comforting him. "Do you want to lay the fouton down so we can both lay down?" Zack asked looking me in the eyes. "Uh, yeah. Sure." I stammered. I wasn't exactly sure where this was going, but I was interested nonetheless. Zack was in a torn t-shirt and some pajama pants and stood up to fix the fouton. I had thrown on an oversized t-shirt and some basketball shorts before I jumped in the car to drive back. Once it was flat, he grabbed his pillow and laid down on the fouton on his side, closest to the TV. I followed his lead and grabbed my pillow, my blanket, and laid behind him, leaving some space and we continued to watch the show. I could see him wiggling a little and then saw him start moving closer to me. He scooted until we were touching, his back against my chest. I just laid there watching him until he reached his arm back to grab my arm and pulled it around him. There we were, now cuddling because he had pulled my arm that was now pulling him closer to me, his hand still holding mine. It didn't take long for my body to take notice of our close proximity and start to get excited. I tried to deter the situation but there was not going back as my rod started to stiffen. I was a little embarrassed, which didn't make a whole lot of sense considering he had already witnessed it at full mast. He rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand and I started to moved my fingers against chest. He didn't stop me and I continued. My dick still rising, now pushing into his ass as I had been given the role of big spoon. I continued being as flirty as I could without pushing my luck and he moved his ass away from my dick and turned over to face me. I still had my arm around him and he put his around me. He looked me in the eyes, our faces mere inches away from touching and he pushed back my hair, running his fingers through. And I couldn't take it anymore. I had wanted to for so long and I took this chance -- I leaned forward, eyes closed, to kiss him. I never found his lips and I heard him say, "Wait." Fuck. How fucking embarrassing. "Oh. Sorry. I just.. My bad." I said. This was humiliating. "It's okay. I.. I just really..." He trailed off. "No, it's fine. It was my fault." Why was I trying to make him feel better? "Kissing is just really intimate and it's special and means a lot. I feel like it's more intimate than jacking off." It's pretty obvious that I had misread a few signals. He was not wanting to make out. Did I just read it all wrong? Or was I being played? What was it? "Yeah, I gotcha. It's fine." I didn't look at him. He kind of chuckled and wrapped both arms around me and hugged me, again, tight. Well this isn't how I saw tonight going. My head was going through all the possible scenarios of how the night could have turned out when Zack's hand moved from my back to my stomach. He put it between us and he lifted my shirt enough for his hand to get under. My mind halted to a stop. His hand makes its way up to my chest and then just as quickly down to my package and he grabs it through my shorts. What the fuck. I am so confused, but my dick is not. It's still semi-hard from spooning earlier. "I still owe you from last time." He whispers next to my ear sending goosebumps all over my body. "Lay on your back." I open my eyes and he's got a sly smirk of a smile and his hand rubbing the outside of my shorts, and I do what he says. I turn over on my back, legs spread just a bit with my hands behind my head. I had given him what he wanted back last semester, and it was my turn now. He moved his hand between my bulge and my stomach and it didn't take long for me to be throbbing in my boxers ready to be unleashed. He reached down inside and grabbed it and felt the full length of it. His hand felt amazing on my cock. The second time now that it had been touched by him. He kept rubbing my dick and balls until I was so hard that the angle made it difficult and he grabbed my waistband and began to pull them down to my ankles. I lifted my ass to make it easier and as soon as the waistband made it down past my boner, my cock slapped against my stomach making a loud thud, which we both giggled at. He started stroking my dick, up and down, slow at first and I gripped my shirt and pulled it over my head and threw it on the floor. I'm now laying naked in front of my roommate on our futon with him working my dick and occasionally playing with my balls with his other hand. My heart was racing due to sheer fun and I had started to breathe deeply. He's on his knees, both hands on my junk, still clothed, so I reached over to grab his package and he was already hard. Just from him touching my dick and working me over, he had sprung a boner. I didn't hesitate and pulled the front of his pants down just enough for his dick to spring out. He smiled at me as I grasped his hard-on, but never stopped working my dick. Pumping me while I pumped him. He let go of his handful and sat down, just long enough to pull his pants off and toss onto the floor then got back on his knees, his hard curved dick bouncing in mid-air just close enough for me to reach out and grab again. He gets back to work on my dick and he speeds up. We're both cut, and we've been dry rubbing this whole time. But even though we're cut we have just enough skin to use so that we're not rubbed raw. As he speeds up, I breathe quicker. It's feeling really good. I speed up to match his pace. "Do you want me to finish you off first? Or do you want to do me?" he asked. There's no way in hell that I'm having a repeat of last time. No way. "You can do me first this time." I say. Then we'll just see how this goes, I think to myself. "Okay, lay back and relax," he says and he grabs my hand from his dick and places it behind my head. I lay with my eyes closed and my hands clasped behind my head thoroughly enjoying the sensations all through my body. I know I'm not going to last long. I edge a lot when I'm jerking myself off and can last a while, but I can control the speed. He's not letting me take the reigns. He's in control. He's taking care of me, and he hasn't slowed down any. He's taking full strokes from base to tip quicker than I would normally stroke myself and it's making me get there quicker than I'd want. I'm not ready for this to end, but It feels way too good to tell him to stop. I'm breathing deeper and deeper, quicker and quicker. I take my arms out from behind my head and put them by my sides to steady myself. I start to moan a bit and he takes that as a good sign, still not slowing at all. I feel it starting to build deep within me, starting in my balls. Building and tightening every muscle. It's almost there. Almost to the finish line. "I'm about to..." I mutter. "Okay. Shoot it!" He says through gritted teeth from stroking me so fast. And with his blessing, I grunt as thick ropes of salty cum splash all over my body. Hitting my stomach, my chest, one rope hit my left shoulder and then began running down his hand, dripping off onto my pubes. He gives a few wet strokes to make sure I'm finished and I am, letting out a big sigh and sink further into the fouton as I had arched my back to further the distance of my cumshot. I was covered and drained. That was simply the best orgasm and cumshot I had felt up to that point, I'm sure because I didn't have to do all the work. He looked around for something to clean up. I reached and picked my shirt up off the floor and handed it to him, he wiped his hand off and threw it onto the globs of cum on my stomach and I took it and sopped most of it up. I looked at him and asked, "Still hard?" He nodded. "Then it's your turn," I said with a smile. There was no way I was going to do to him what he did to me. Especially when I got to play with his dick. I enjoyed it too much. He fell onto his back and lifted his shirt enough so that his stomach was exposed. I got to work. I kneeled in between his legs, putting my knees between his and then pushing them apart. I knelt there which gave me a different angle while holding his cock and also gave me a perfect view of his body and his face. His eyes shut tight as I worked him up and down, feeling the entirety of his length with each stroke. I paid extra attention to the head and especially right under the tip of the head. His whole body convulsed a little every time I rubbed my thumb over that spot. He was already pretty pent up after making me explode, so it didn't take too much before I saw him start to grit his teeth and arch his back. "You close?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah, don't stop. Go faster." He demanded. I followed his orders and quickened my grasp. He kept arching his back and I felt his dick go rigid. "Here I go!" he yelled. His dick unleashed another thick amount of cum. Not as much as last time and not as many ropes as I did just a few minutes earlier. Maybe he had already cum today? Or yesterday? It didn't matter. The smile of relief on his face and feeling his load drip down my fingers made it worth it. He stripped his shirt off, wiping his stomach and then tossed it to me. I wiped it off on my hand, damn it was thick, my dick still bobbing in the air between his legs. I climb off the fouton and find my shorts and pull them up, covering myself and he did the same. I left and walked to the bathroom, washed my hands and peed. A few minutes later, he walked in and went to pee. It's now about 4 am and he walks back in the room and looks at me. "You just wanna sleep down here tonight?" It wasn't an obligatory question. He wanted me to, I could tell by the way he said it. "Sure." I smiled. We both bundled up in our blanket, cuddling. Me, once again the big spoon, wrapped around Zack, pulled close and tight. I smiled until I fell asleep, drifting off feeling spent and exhausted.