Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2020 20:45:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jason Smith <jasonsmith135@yahoo.com>
Subject: New College Roommate - Part 5

While names may have been changed, and the timeline has been slightly
altered, this story and those that precede it are completely true. I'd love
to know what you think & if you enjoyed it.

jasonsmith135@yahoo.com

It had been about three weeks into the summer break before I heard from
Zack. I was enjoying the break, spending time with family, basically living
in our pool, soaking up the sun, and enjoying not having to do any school
work. The text made my phone DING while I was in the middle of a swim day
and I ignored it until a few hours later. When I finally got out of the
pool, I dried off, stripped out of my swim trunks with just a towel around
my waist and picked up my phone. The text was from Zack and was short and
simple.

    "Hey."

        I'll admit, I got excited to see a message from him. This was the
longest I had gone without seeing or hearing from him since we first became
secret roommates. I didn't want to seem too eager, but it had already been
2 hours since he sent it, so I replied right away.

    "Hey. How's it going?"

        I laid my swim trunks out to dry in the hot air on the back porch
and took my phone with me inside to the bathroom. I continued to dry off,
now naked in front of the mirror, admiring my new summer tan lines. Not too
dark, but I was pale enough that even a little sun would make a
difference. My phone lit up on the counter and make the usual noise it
makes when I get a message. I drop the towel and grab my phone to read
another text from Zack.

    "Pretty good. Just checking in."

        While the thought was nice, it wasn't what I was hoping to hear. I
stood there, leaned over the bathroom counter on my elbow, my phone in my
hands trying to figure out what I would reply. A DING interrupted my
thought, and I glanced down to read another text.

    "I miss you."

        Now this is what I wanted to hear! I won't lie, just the thought of
Zack missing me, in any capacity, made my dick grow. I read it again - 'I
miss you.' and it grew harder. Again, - 'I miss you.' - harder. Im now
standing naked in the bathroom, leaned over the counter, legs spread, and
my dick is at full mast. I decided to have a seat on the edge of the tub as
I replied back to him and told him that I missed him too. It made me wonder
what exactly he meant by missing me. Did he just miss seeing me everyday?
Was it just weird that we haven't talked in 3 weeks since we left the dorm?
Or was he actually missing ME - being with me, spending time, talking, -
being jack off buddies? I wasn't sure and right then I didn't have the
concentration to figure it out. My dick needed attention.

        I sat on the the side of the tub, my white untanned ass against the
cold flat edge. I spread my legs as far as I could in-between the magazine
rack and toilet, and grabbed on to my dick. Hard with veins starting to
show on the shaft, it needed to be jerked, and I would oblige. I usually
took my time with my dick when I could, carefully edging to near orgasm,
and then backing off. I would do this time after time, for hours if I had
enough time (which is why I usually waited until midnight or later to edge
- when I was sure everyone in the house was asleep.) Edging would always
make my orgasms more intense, make me shoot farther, and even feel better,
but I didn't have enough time for that right now. My dick needed attention
and it wasn't willing to wait for a few hours of
stroke-stop-wait-stroke-stop-wait. I needed something quick to shoot a load
and get out of the bathroom before anyone got suspicious.

        I kept my hand on my dick and leaned forward, just enough to get a
look at the bathroom door handle to make sure it was locked and then sat
back down, my ass now used to the cool temperature of the tub. I needed a
little help to bring me to the edge so I threw my head back, closed my
eyes, and began remembering that night. When I needed inspiration, I always
thought about the same night. I thought back to the night in the amusement
park hotel room, surrounded by guys all asleep, while me and Zack quietly
held onto each other's dicks, stroking intently. This was my favorite
memory and could usually bring me close pretty quickly. It does the trick
as I never quit the up-down motion with my hand and i'm on the edge of an
orgasm.

        I decide to try the new technique I saw when searching on the
internet. Once you're close to orgasm you let go, place your hands on the
edge of the tub, and lift yourself up off the edge picking your feet up
too. Using all of those muscles and especially the abdominals you're using
to pull your feet up in the air causes your body to tense the muscles deep
inside. And sure enough - while holding that position, I feel it well up
deep inside me, deep in my groin, in my balls, rising through my dick as it
takes over and I feel pure pleasure rush over as I shoot out globs of thick
sperm. Each one splattering onto the tile floor below. I hold for as long
as I can before I drop myself, spent, my head still rushing, the last bit
of cum oozing out of my slit.

        I steady myself, trying to catch my breath as my dick starts to go
limp - knowing that he's done his job. Once my mind is no longer hazy and I
shake off the last bit of aftershock from the orgasm, I step over the pile
of spunk and grab my towel off the floor to clean up. Even though it's not
the usual amount of cum I produce when jerking, it takes a couple wipes to
get it all cleaned up. I throw the damp towel into the hamper and think to
check my phone again. I have two messages now that must've went off in the
middle of my session. 'Wow' I think, 'I must've really been deep into
that.' I reach down and read the messages.

    "We should get together soon. Need to talk some things out."

    "Maybe a sleepover?"

        I loved that he called it a sleepover, like we were kids again. But
what did he need to talk out? That worried me. Most things involving Zack
seemed to worry me and make my heart start beating faster. I messaged him
back.

    "Yeah sure, that sounds like fun. When?"

    "How about Friday?" It was Tuesday.

    "Okay. Your place or mine?" I asked.

    "My sister is having friends over here this weekend. How about your
place?"

        Zack had never been over to my house even though I had offered
several times. He would usually counter-offer up his place since he lived
closer to the city while I lived out in the country. I got excited thinking
about him coming over to the place where I grew up. I could take him around
my little town, show him the pond on our property, we could stay up late
watching TV and eating snacks like old times in the dorm. And who knows
what else might happen.

    "Sure! That'll be fun!" I respond and we start making plans.

        We spend the rest of the night texting and catching up. It was
surprising how much there was to catch up on in just 3 weeks. We talked
almost non-stop for the next few days and it felt good, almost like
normal. Finally, Friday came around and Zack made his way to my house. I
had cleaned my room, made my bed (just in case) and rented a couple movies
that we had talked about wanting to see from RedBox. I was excited, again -
almost like a middle school kid waiting for best friend to come over for a
sleepover.

        He pulled up in the driveway and I ran out to greet him. He opened
the door and I almost jumped on him, trying to get to him quick to hug
him. We hug, tight and sincere, but not too long. Just like good friends. I
could smell his cologne and I was falling back into the secret roommate
daze. A lot of things came rushing to me all at once and I couldn't fight a
smile. He smiled back and seemed genuinely happy to see me.  We went inside
where he said hello to my family and they all talked to him for a while and
then we hopped in my car and I took him into town.

        We drove around my small one-light town, me showing him all the
things there were to see, where I had gone to school, etc. There wasn't
much but it was fun to drive him around and be in the car with him
again. He had his arm rested on the console, and what I would've done to be
able to just reach out and grab it. To hold his hand and let him know how
much I missed him. But I knew I couldn't. Not yet at least. I didn't want
to chance ruining anything later on. We stopped and got a drink at a
drive-thru and went to the park on the edge of town overlooking the
river. We walked along the path side by side, just talking, like we used
to. We got halfway through the path, covered in the woods dense with trees
and I looked at Zack.

    "I'm really glad you're here. This is fun," I say, smiling.

    "Me too. I really did miss you."

    "I missed you too."

        Zack smirks and walks toward me, his arms kind of outreached and he
pulls me into a hug. It's a long, intense hug. He squeezed me and I
squeezed back. We held it for a long time, some might say too long, but we
were alone and no one could see us. So we just hugged, swaying back and
forth, my face in his neck and his in mine. Things finally starting feeling
like they could actually go back to the way they were at the beginning,
when we were first becoming friends and now I couldn't wait for summer to
end so we could get back to the dorm. We finished walking on the path, made
it back to my car, and headed back home.

        We spent the evening eating dinner with my family before we headed
off to go watch the movies I had rented. We both sat in recliners, watching
and laughing, pausing to talk about anything and everything. The whole time
I was wishing that instead of sitting in the recliners that I would much
rather be snuggled up with him on the couch or better yet, on the futon
back at the dorm. But I knew that couldn't happen. Not while my family was
around. However, we would see what would happen once it's bedtime and
everyone is asleep.

        We watched movie after movie until it was well after midnight. We
were both pretty sleepy so we decided to head to bed. My mom had made sure
the guest room was clean and had clean sheets on the bed for him to stay
in. So I walked him to the guest room to show him, but I also offered up my
room, telling him that if he wanted he could just stay in my room with me,
either making a pallet on the floor, or (what I was hoping) he could just
share the bed with me. I waited in suspense after I gave him his options,
hoping that he'd just stay with me in my room.

    "The guest room will be fine. Don't want to kick you out of your bed,"
he said.

    "Oh.. Ok... Well, goodnight. See you in the morning."

        I'm sure I was visibly upset as I headed to my bedroom, alone. I
heard him shut his door as I was shutting mine. I looked over at my bed,
wishing that he was laying in there, and disappointedly started getting
undressed and climbed in. I couldn't fall asleep because I was upset. Once
again, things hadn't gone the way I wanted or planned. I had laid there
about 45 minutes when my phone lit up.

    "Can you sneak over?"

        It was from Zack. My parents room was across the hall from both my
room and the guest room he was staying in. We knew how it might look if I
was caught, so I decided to be super quiet to sneak into his room with
him. I was excited, my dick already semi-hard just from the thought. I
started pulling some clothes on when I got another text.

    "I need to talk to you about the thing."

        Wait, maybe this wasn't what I thought it was. Would we jerk off
together? It had been so long since we had done it together. Or was he
really JUST wanting to talk? I didn't reply to his text. I slowly turned my
door handle and looked through the crack in the door to make sure no one
was in the hall. It was black, which meant the coast was most likely
clear. I tiptoe to the guest room door and turn the handle. It squeaks and
I stop immediately. I look around, no movement, and I push the door open
and quickly close it behind me. There's no light on - pitch black. I can't
see my hand in front of my face.

    "Zack?" I whisper.

    "I'm right here, in bed."

    "Oh.. do you.. want me to... umm.."

    "Here, lay down." I hear him pat the bed.

        I feel my way to the bed and I can feel that he has pulled the
covers back for me to slide in. I sit on the edge of the bed and it creaked
a little, and I swung my legs over and pulled the covers over my body. I
turn over to face him - or what I'm assuming is facing him - I still can't
see anything. I reach out my hand to touch him. I feel his arm.

    "Zack?"

    "Yeah, I'm here."

    "Okay, what's up?" I ask, still hoping this somehow leads to our pants
around our ankles.

    "I just wanted to talk to you for a minute."

    "Okay. What about?" I'm starting to get nervous.

    "Well," he hesitates. "I've really enjoyed being your roommate," he
spit out.

    "Me too!" I say. "It's been really fun."

    "Yeah, yeah it has," he mumbles.

I didn't like the way he mumbled. I could feel it. He was letting me down
and trying to do it easily. But let me down from what? So I decide to just
keep it going.

    "Yeah, I can't wait until summer is over so we can get back to the
dorm. I was thinking we could do the bunk beds again, or if you'd rather we
could separate them, but I don't know if the futon will fit in there like
that, but..." I'm rambling now.

    "Well, about that," he interrupts.

    "About what?"

    "So I've been thinking," he starts, "and I think it might be best for
me if I take a break and get a job and save up some money."

    "Wait, what? Take a break from what?" I ask.

    "I'm going to take a break from school. You know it's been a struggle
for me this last semester. And I think I just need to take a year off and
get a job so I can save up some money..." he trails off.

    "Oh.." is all I can get out.

        My eyes are hot. I can feel the tears starting to well up. I'm
trying to hold them back. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. I'm doing
everything I can think of and he starts talking again. Don't cry. Don't
cry. Just trying to explain why it makes since for him to take a year
off. I'm biting my tongue. Don't cry. Don't cry. It's not working. A tear
creeps out of my left eye and slides down my cheek. He continues on about
the fact that we won't be roommates any longer. I change my approach and
start biting my lower lip instead of my tongue. I'm biting so hard I'm sure
that I'll taste blood soon. And it still isn't working. Another tear spills
out and follows the flow, falling down the same stream left by the tear
before. My chin starts to shake. This isn't how I thought tonight would
go. He been talking the whole time, but I haven't been listening. I tune
back in.

    "But even though we won't be roommates, I'll still come visit."

    "Mmhmm," I say with my lips pressed together. I don't want him to know
that I'm crying. This is so stupid.

    "I'm sorry," he whispers.

        I try to reply and say it's okay, but I can't hold it in any
longer. As soon as I open my mouth to speak my body takes over and I take
in a sharp ragged breath. I didn't realize I was holding my breath as I was
trying to keep my tears inside my eyes. And with the exhale, I let out a
small sob.

    "Jason," he whispers.

        There's no holding back now. I'm in full sobs and the tears are
falling quickly. There's nothing else I can do. I just lay there and shake,
creating a puddle on the sheets under my eyes. I'm able to keep the sobs to
a low volume so as not to wake my parents across the hall, but that's all
I'm able to control.

        Zack reaches out and grabs my arm. He feels me shaking. He squeezes
my arm. It does nothing. I'm still shaking, taking in ragged breaths in
between sobs. He pulls me to him, and I'm reluctant but I don't stop
him. He pulls me into his chest and wraps both arms around me. He pulls me
in tight and I cry on his chest. This sucks. I'm devastated. I don't want
to start over with a new roommate. I don't want to not see him everyday. I
don't want to be away from him. I don't want to be crying to him right
now. I don't want to be this attached to him. But I can't help it. I can't
help any of it. So I just lay there. I lay there and cry.

        He holds me until the tears have started to dry on his shirt and I
begin to calm down. The shaking has stopped and I'm just sniffling
now. Thought running through my head, thinking about the fun we had
together in the dorm, the times we hung out, the times we were naked. All
of it.

    "I'm sorry," he whispered again.

        I don't say anything again. Too afraid that it'll lead to another
break down.

    "I'll still visit. And we can have sleepovers, and stay up late
watching TV. All of it."

        He's trying to console me. I continue sniffling. And I think -
that's about it. There's nothing else to do. I start to get up to head back
to my room. He pulls my arm. I turn my head to him even though I still
can't see him. He got up on his knees and scooted next to me. I feel him
wrap his arms around me again and hug me.

    He whispered into my ear, "I know you're upset. Go get some sleep
tonight. And tomorrow night, sneak back in here. I owe you something."

        He squeezes me once more and lets go. I leave out of the room and
head back to my bed, strip down, and climb in. I lay there, tired and
exhausted from crying, all dried up. I close my eyes and sleep takes me.

I wake up the next day around midmorning. Everything from the night before
hits me like a brick. I feel sad and drained all over again. This day is
going to be so awkward. I pulled some clothes on and walked into the living
room where he was sitting watching TV. My parents were gone to town.

    "How'd you end up sleeping," he asked.

    "Okay," I said.

        I laid on the couch across the room from him, starting at the TV. I
honestly can't remember what happened that day. It's a blur and nothing
important must've happened. We laid around for the majority of the day,
watching TV, eating snacks, and I was still upset. I just wanted the day to
end. I wanted for the day to be over and everyone to be asleep. I waited
for midnight - I thought it would never come. My phone lit up and I knew
what it would say.

    "Sneak over."

        I did the same thing that I did the night before. I pulled on some
clothes, tiptoed from my room to his, and quickly went in the room. He had
a lamp on in the room this time, so I saw him laying in the bed, his arms
behind his head. He sat up when I closed the door behind me, smiled, and
pulled the covers back so that I could climb in. When he pulled them back I
could see that he didn't have any shorts on, which was different than
usual. He would usually keep them on if we were going to mess around. (just
another layer to take off. or maybe it was another barrier to keep me from
touching him?) He was in a thin t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. I saw
them, blue, nothing special, but moved my eyes away quickly. I didn't want
to expect anything. We saw how that ended for me the night before when I
had expectations. I climb in, pull the covers over me and lay there looking
at the ceiling.

        He laid there looking at me, I could feel him, but I continued
staring at the ceiling. I felt something against my hand. I looked down at
my left hand and his pinky was rubbing mine. This was his signal. I just
looked at our hands, watching him.

    "Hey," I heard him whisper.

        I looked up from our hands to his face. He was smiling at me. He
looked in my eyes and whispered again.

    "Hey."

        I opened my mouth to say 'hi' back but before I got the chance, he
moved his hand up to my face, then put it behind my head and pulled my face
to his. Our lips touched, and everything I had been feeling was gone. All I
could feel was joy. After so long, and failed attempts, and so many tears,
and wanting too so badly, I got to kiss Zack. It wasn't just a peck
either. It lasted for a long time. Multiple kisses. I wrapped my hands
around the back of his head, pulling him into me just as he was doing the
same. I felt his tongue break the barrier and enter my mouth, teasing my
lips. His tongue met mine, playfully fighting each other, wrapping my lips
around his tongue, him pulling it out and laughing. He looked at me again,
and smiled, I was smiling too. I went in again for another kiss but moved
my hand from his face to his crotch.

        He was bulging already, as was I. I kept kissing him, my hand
rubbing the outside of his underwear getting him fully hard in no time. His
hand moved down to my bulge through my shorts. My dick had worked its way
fully erect, the tip trying to escape the waistband of my underwear and
shorts. Zack hooked his fingers under my waistband of both my shorts and
underwear and extended his arms, pulling them down as far as he could
without moving his body, his tongues still in my mouth. Once the waistband
was down far enough, my dick popped out, swinging around, ready for
action. He takes his foot and put it between my legs, pushing down my
shorts and underwear down to my ankles.

        I wiggle my feet out of the holes and kick them to the ground. I
slip my tongue deep into his mouth one more time before I break the
kiss. We separate with a smack of our lips. He tastes good. I get on my
knees and pull the covers off us. I kneel down over him and grab his boxer
briefs, noticing the small wet spot where the head of his cock was laying,
pulsing, pushing against the fabric. He was ready for me. I pull them down
in one quick tug and my hand is like a magnet to his dick.

        I'm still kneeling over him, my dick swinging in the air, my hand
on his cock, working vigorously. He reaches out and grabs my cock in his
hand and holds it, warm, secure. He pulls it, back and forth and I can't
help it - I need to kiss him again. I lean down and press my lips to his,
neither of us letting go of the other's cocks. My tongue working in his
mouth, against his tongue, just as our hands work on our dicks.

        He pushes me off him so that I'm on my back. He's now kneeling over
me, one leg in between mine, the other to the side. His hand has picked up
its pace and is working tirelessly on my dick. I still had my hand on his
dick and he kind of bucked his hips away from me. He reached with his other
hand and moved my hand from his dick.

    "I'm not ready yet," he said through a chuckle. "Let me finish you off
first."

        I had no problems with that. He was relentless on my dick, not
stopping, even when my breathing started getting closer together. Even when
I couldn't hold back my soft moans anymore. Even when I grabbed his arm and
squeezed as hard as I could. He didn't stop. He was finishing me off. He
was going to make me cum. And I was going to cum hard.I felt my body
beginning to tense up. It was about to happen. I squeezed his arm again.

    "I'm close," I said in between ragged breaths.

        His hand never slowed and I felt it deep within me, rising to the
top.

    "Here I.." He interrupted me by putting his mouth on mine, pushing his
tongue inside, our tongues fighting, then being broken by my moans as I
release my load. Shot after shot of thick cum land on my body. My chest, my
left nipple, my stomach, and because he was so close, one rope landed on
his stomach, but it didn't bother him. He held onto my dick until it was
done pulsing, until the last drop of cum dripped down my shaft and onto his
hand.

    "Hurry, grab it, I'm already close," he said and turned on his back.

        I straddled him once again, grabbing his cock and stroked it
furiously. My cum was starting to run down my chest and stomach but that
wasn't going to stop me. It was my turn to be relentless on Zack's dick. I
stroked from base to tip, again and again and again, twisting my hand
around his dick every few strokes. He breathed deep and heavy and let out a
moan, a little too loud. I quickly covered his mouth with my free hand to
quiet him. He moaned through my hand and began to arch his back, bucking
his hips agains each thrust of my hand.

        He couldn't warn me because my hand was covering his mouth, so as
he began to cum I found out by feeling warmth on my fingers as he spewed
his load all over himself. His first and second shot fell onto his stomach
and began mixing with my cum that was still laying there, pooling in his
belly button. Each shot was forceful and you could hear the splat as each
rope hit his pale skin. I followed his example and never stopped stroking
until he was done. Until every last drop had been drained from his
balls. Until the last pulse of cum had oozed down my fingers, making his
dick even slicker. Until his breathing had begun to slow and he opened his
eyes again.

        I released his dick and it fell to his stomach, smacking into the
cum pool. I fell onto my back beside him, both of us covered in our cum,
both taking deep intentional breaths, our cum starting to trickle down our
sides. I could feel him looking at me, so I turned to face him again. He
leaned his face closer to mine and I did the same. He kissed me one more
time, this one more intimate, no tongue, but still sensual and intentional.

    "I love you Jason."

    "I love you too, Zack."

        He smiled at me, and I knew it was over.

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        That was the last time that Zack and I were ever together. He
visited a few times the next semester, but the length between each visit
was longer than the time before until he just stopped showing up. We would
text occasionally but eventually fell out of touch.

        Zack dumped Caleb and I don't think they ever saw each other
again. Zack never returned to school and has had a number of different jobs
over the years. He began dating and eventually came out to his friends and
family after meeting Dan. Zack and Dan have been together for 7 years now.

        I finished the year with my new roommate. He was an okay roommate,
but he wasn't Zack. I spent many nights thinking about him, and wishing
that we could be together, wondering what it would be like if we crossed
paths again, wondering if he was happy.

        The last time I heard from Zack, was several years after our last
night together. He called to catch up, we talked for a good while and he
finally said that the reason he called was to apologize. He apologized for
how he treated me during those years and how he had strung me along during
the Caleb situation. He told me that I had been such a good friend to him
over the years and he was sorry for how things had ended. I forgave him and
wished him well and I haven't heard from him since.

        Even though there were so many ups and down of our friendship and
our 'relationship', I still have fond memories of Zack and enjoy thinking
back to my first love.

The End.


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