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The housing portal assigned us to each other in July and neither of us reached out before move-in day. I don’t really know why.
His name was Will.
Our dorm room was on the third floor of the “nice” dorms on campus. People get randomly assigned, but the chatter on all the forums was that this was the dorm everyone wanted to be in, “for the real freshman experience”. I was from a bigger city, and I grew up in an apartment, so it wasn’t the biggest departure from the norm.
It smelled like fresh paint and plug-in air fresheners as soon as I walked into the building. I looked around at all the other students moving in, many accompanied by families, but I was there solo, just me and a couple suitcases. When I climbed the stairs to my room, I thought about how I might get a little workout from all the steps I would have to ascend this year. I pictured my glutes tightening up, not that I needed it.
I got teased throughout high school for having a bubble butt. It wasn’t exactly a bad thing, but athletes at my school were notoriously fratty, and had zero limits regarding male-on-male physical contact. And I played two sports. My butt got smacked, groped, fingered and humped on a weekly basis for four years, and I was sure in my head that college would be different.
The years of homo-erotic touching and nudity-adjacent bro-bonding had definitely always struck me as something interesting, maybe even a slight turn-on. I didn’t find guys gross, even dicks and butts. I had never been with a guy, but I didn’t hate the idea. The thought even recurred enough that I would occasionally check out the “gay” side of twitter, check out some naked dudes, add a little spice to my spank bank. Nothing hardcore, but stuff that the average straight guy definitely wouldn’t gravitate toward. It was a little secret I kept, a slightly hidden side of me that was never prominent enough to necessitate revealing to anyone.
On the way to my room, I passed an open door and glanced inside. Two shirtless guys were giggling, facing away from the door. I could tell from their backs that they were fit and lean, on the taller side. They were looking down.
I paused out of curiosity and watched for a second as they simultaneously pulled open the waistbands of their shorts, looking down into their own and then at each other’s, and giggling more.
“Nick, I think mine’s bigger,” one of them said.
“Inconclusive, Derek,” the other said, letting his waistband snap back to his body. “We’ll have to compare hard later.”
I shook my head. Maybe this place wasn’t going to be as different from high school as I thought. Same fratty boys, just with a little more body hair.
I looked at the number on the square next to their door, “304”. I counted in my head, by even numbers, looking down the hall, identifying the room that would be mine. Three-o-six, three-o-eight… there. I had found my room, and confirmed it on my own little plaque: “310”.
The setup was plain, pretty much identical to the preview I had gotten from the dick-comparing duo down the hall, two long twin beds, two desks facing away from each other, one big window overlooking the courtyard. I took the bed on the left because it was closer to the power outlet, and dropped my stuff. I looked out the window, and released a cinematic sigh, watching my as-yet unacquainted cohort of students scurry around.
I spent twenty minutes arranging things before I heard someone in the hallway. Will walked in with a duffel bag over one shoulder and a laundry basket under his arm and looked around the room, like he was sizing it up. He didn’t look disappointed.
He was tall. That was the first thing I noticed. And he was broad. His large pecs and arms defined his shirt even though his shirt wasn’t tight, and he had the jawline of a male model. He looked a year or two older than a freshman should. Maybe from the musculature, I thought. He had a relaxed look on his face, with airpods in.
"You the roommate?" he asked with a handsome smile.
“Yeah.”
He dropped his stuff on the right side, looked at my setup for a second, and started unpacking.
—[]—
We talked for maybe forty minutes while we both unpacked, filling in the basics, and it wasn't awkward exactly, just a little strange meeting a new person that I was going to be sleeping next to every night for the foreseeable future.
We didn't have a ton in common, as far as I could tell. He was from a suburban place with not a lot to do, played lacrosse in high school, hadn't made the college team but wasn't broken up about it. He liked the gym. He liked going out. He seemed easygoing, but I sensed a little bit of a wild side beneath the surface. I told him I ran track, and played a little volleyball. I liked movies and spent too much time online.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” he asked.
“No.”
“I have an ex back home. We still hooked up all Summer, but it’s probably over for real now.”
“Cool.”
“Yeah.”
Around eight, there was noise in the hallway, people moving in groups, someone saying something about a new student orientation event happening in the quad. Will looked up from his duffel bag, that he still wasn’t finished unpacking for some reason.
"We should go," he said.
It wasn't a question exactly.
“Sure,” I said.
We both started changing at the same time on our respective sides of the room. I had my back to him and was pulling on a clean pair of underwear when I heard him cross the room behind me, and then his open hand connected with my left butt cheek with a sharp crack and I felt it jiggle through the cotton and I spun around.
He was already walking back to his side, fully nude, grinning at nothing.
"You're skinny but you got a fat ass, dude," he said, pulling a pair of underwear up, tucking away an unfairly large set of dick and balls.
"Ouch," I said, rubbing my ass.
"Relax," he said. "Girls are going to like that."
I narrowed my eyes at him as he pulled on his pants.
Yeah, I thought to myself, More of the same.
—[]—
The quad was loud and strung with lights, and there were maybe three hundred students out there as the music got louder and louder. I saw Nick and Derek talking to each other, apparently shy to talk to anyone else yet, and I had the urge to be friendly and strike up a conversation, but Will was pulling me in another direction, and I followed him.
There weren’t any “adults” around, for lack of a better word. It was a student-run thing, and there didn’t seem to be any rules. There were full bottles of booze lining several tables around the perimeter of the grass. It seemed to help the vibe as a bunch of newly independent teens gathered and tried to talk to each other, everyone performing some version of being relaxed about meeting strangers in a new place.
Will seemed to come to life among the crowd, though. He moved through it like he had been there before, easily starting conversations with people. He talked to everyone easily, especially girls. I sort of tagged along as he dragged me by the arm to different areas of the quad. I met a few people as well, tried to remember names, traded instagram contacts and sometimes phone numbers, laughed at the right moments of conversation. The whole thing was an exercise in meeting new people, and with Will there, it honestly seemed like it was going well.
That was how we ended up with the girls. Will introduced himself to two of them near a drink table that also had a bunch of little chocolate brownies that sat behind a cardboard sign with large block letters on it that read “THC BROWNIES” followed by a little drawing of a pot leaf. I thought about it, but decided I didn’t want to go crazy on my first night.
Within ten minutes of talking to the girls, all four of us were standing in a loose circle that was getting tighter by the second, the girls moving closer to us, Will moving closer to them, and me following his lead and reacting as well.
The conversation had a certain charge to it. It didn’t matter what words were being said. They were wooed by the gentle masculinity in front of them, a certain balance that Will and I provided in tandem, and their body language said they were horny and wanted to go somewhere private.
Will was talking to the taller girl, dark-haired, confident, matching his energy exactly. The other one was standing closer to me. She had introduced herself but I had already lost her name in the ambient noise and hadn't wanted to ask twice.
We walked back to the dorm as a group. It felt organized without anyone organizing it. Will held the door.
—[]—
Back in the room the energy was different from two minutes prior in the quad, a smaller space, lower light, the door closed. Will sat on his bed with his girl and they were talking but the talking was already winding down into mutual touching. My girl sat next to me on my bed and I was aware of how close she was, and aware of Will just a few feet away.
Will kissed his girl first. She kissed him back without hesitation.
I looked at the girl next to me. She looked back. She grabbed my head and pulled my face into hers. I kissed her back a little awkwardly, and it was fine. She was a good kisser, but some part of my attention kept drifting across the room.
Will had his hand in his girl’s hair and she had both of hers on his bulky chest, and from where I was sitting I could see the line of his dick through his shorts, already hard, fighting ferociously against the fabric, and it was hard to miss because Will was not a small guy, and I had already established that when I saw it plop out earlier, but this time he was excited. There was blood flow. I looked away, energized by the sight, but trying to focus on the task at hand.
My girl shifted closer and put her hand on my thigh, and I was hard too, and she noticed, and she started moving her hand upward with clear intention. Her fingers curled toward my waistband and tugged gently. I froze. I put my hand over hers, gently, and didn't move it further.
Across the room I heard Will's voice, low and whispering inaudibly, and the girl's voice answered back, and then a pause, and then her voice again with a different quality to it, a change in tone, less fun. A few more whispered exchanges ensued, and Will said something I couldn't make out. She said something short back.
She sat up.
"I have to go," she said, and looked over at my girl. "Come with me?"
My girl looked at me. I gave her nothing useful. Honestly, I felt a little relieved. I had never done a one-off hookup in my life, and the whole thing felt a little more strange than arousing. She looked back across the room, made a decision, and stood up.
They were gone in under two minutes, shoes on, quick goodbyes, the door clicking shut behind them, and then it was just me and Will in the room, in the rearranged quiet.
Will stayed on his bed, on his back now, staring at the ceiling, his boner still raging in his pants. I even saw it throb, like he flexed it instinctively. He turned over and groaned into his pillow, a long suffering sound, and then pulled his face out of it.
"I know exactly what I wanted to do to that pussy," he said, to no one in particular.
"Yeah," I said quietly, looking at my phone, which I had picked up reflexively. I had notifications from the classes starting next week.
Will made another sound, between a groan and a laugh, and started moving his hips against his mattress, face down, just for a second, working something out of his system. I looked up at his muscular ass as he thrust again, and I gulped. I looked back down at my phone, staring hard and not retaining anything I was looking at.
He flipped onto his back with energy, the whole bed bouncing, and lay there with one arm over his face. His jeans were doing very little to conceal the throbbing boner still going on underneath them. The fabric was losing a battle against a raging pole of hormones and meat behind it.
I put my phone down on my chest and my eyes closed on their own. I always fell asleep at random spots. It wasn’t narcolepsy, rather it was more like I was too lazy to properly prepare for bed, and I would just get exhausted and fall asleep.
I awoke suddenly to Will pouncing on me on my bed. I guess he had too much leftover energy from the girls being here with no sexual climax. He had so much strength to him, that my attempts to escape basically didn’t register at all. He didn’t put much force into it. It was more like he was just playing with me. He even let me get some leverage at one point, flipping him over onto his back. I even got the sense at one point that he was trying to tickle me rather than actually wrestle. The dude was just having fun. He was a fun guy and I wasn’t used to this kind of friendship.
When we stopped, and caught our breaths, and calmed down a bit, we started talking. We both needed a change of subject. We talked for an hour. That part was easy, easier than the afternoon had been, looser, and somewhere in it I started to like him a little. Beyond the appreciation for his enviable physical form, he was really a cool guy beneath it all. He was funny in a dry, offhanded way. He asked me actual questions and listened to the answers. The last light turned off, and the conversation drifted around and eventually just slowed down on its own, and at some point we both started shedding layers of clothes without discussing it, shirts, then pants, and I heard the soft sounds of him pulling his blanket over himself, and I did the same.
Then his hand appeared over the side of his bed with his underwear in it, dropping them casually onto the floor.
"Damn," I said. "You took off everything."
"I kept one sock," he said.
"Why one sock?"
"For the nut hut," he said, rhythmically, with a sort of ironic tone, like he was implying something.
I chuckled. "The what?"
"Just in case I need it.”
The room was dark and quiet, and I had a few minutes of peace as I lay there, unbothered by lying in a room with a stranger for the first time in my life. In a few short hours, he had become not a stranger. It felt more like visiting family, some sort of distant cousin.
I stared more at the ceiling than at my phone as my mind drifted on its own, in my personal little period of quiet meditation. I still had a million unanswered questions about how college was going to go, but I didn't hate the way it had started.
Just before I drifted off to sleep, I heard the unmistakable sound of a male jerking off a few feet away from me under his blankets. I pictured how many dudes were likely doing the same thing in this dorm building, maybe a hundred dicks getting wanked, just a few feet from each other on different sides of walls, in a big gridded dorm room pattern. I pictured Derek and Nick down the hall, probably comparing dicks again. I got hard thinking about it, wondering if I should join in, but sleep took me first, and I was out.
—[]—
By the end of the first week, I had working theories about Will. He had grown up in a sexy body with an easygoing nature, and other people responded well to him. I probably put too much thought into it, but I believed he had never needed to try hard to win people over. It seemed like everyone liked him, and he liked me, at least enough to drag me around, demand I eat every meal with him, go “get girls” together. I was like a little brother to him.
He wasn't performing confidence, he just didn't have the capacity for self-consciousness. He changed out in the open, often without even facing away from me. He walked to the communal showers in just a towel and came back the same way and hung it on his desk chair to dry without thinking about it twice. He sat at his desk in boxers and did homework. He stretched in the morning with his arms over his head and his shirt riding up and he never checked to see if his morning wood was about to poke me in the eye.
I noticed. I never said anything about it.
His lacrosse body was real. He obviously didn’t play anymore, but he went to the gym a few times a week, always early in the morning, and it was the only time he didn’t make me go places with him. That became my special wank time. Not that it was the only time I was able to jerk off, but it was the most consistent. As soon as he closed the door, I would pull myself into wakefulness, rub one out ritualistically onto some dirty laundry from the floor, and toss it into the corner before going back to sleep.
He would come back an hour and a half later with his shirt damp across the chest and his hair pushed back and he smelled like pure effort, plus whatever soap they had in the gym showers. He'd sit on his bed for a minute before he did anything else, just breathing. I believe that was his personal meditation time.
—[]—
The second Friday after classes started, things changed. It rained from the afternoon onward, steadily and heavily. All plans were basically canceled, even the parties that night. Will’s plans fell through. Mine had never really existed on their own. I had been making friends around campus, and almost went to a Dungeons and Dragons thing, but I didn’t know enough people yet to want to commit to something like that.
Will and I were both still in the room at seven, which almost never happened, and for a while we just hung out, existing in the same space doing separate things, him on his phone, me on my laptop slowly reviewing class-related things, not really working. I had a few sexy tabs open in the browser, but that was for whenever Will left the room.
Around nine I fell asleep without meaning to, sitting up against my headboard, my laptop open in front of me.
When I opened my eyes Will was sitting on the edge of my bed, close enough that I could feel the weight of him through the mattress. He had my laptop on his knee and he was looking at the screen.
I didn't move right away. My brain was still coming back online. Then I registered what was on the screen and I was fully awake.
He opened the sexy tabs on my browser. And what was on the screen wasn’t even what I normally watched. It was two naked guys, ripped and hung, and it was not a subtle video. Will had clearly been looking at it for at least a few seconds because he wasn't startled when I shifted.
He looked over at me. His face had a big, handsome smile on it.
“You’re gay?”
“No.”
“But you’re into guys.”
“I don’t know.”
“Have you ever, like… done it with a guy?”
“No.”
“Anything?”
“No.”
He paused for a second. I took the laptop from him slowly, and closed the lid.
"You should blow me," he said.
My stomach dropped through the mattress. I felt my dick twitch. I didn't say anything. I couldn't locate the words.
He held my eyes for another second and then he shifted back on the bed and pulled the waistband of his sweats down in one slow, casual motion. His big dick flopped out, and he hooked the waistband under his balls. A whole package of meat right in front of me, being offered.
The thing was big. I had seen it already, but not this close, and not in this context. It wasn’t hard, but it was still big, resting on his big balls. My brain sort of recalibrated as I stared at it. My eyes just went there and stayed. I bit my tongue, needing a sharp sensation to remind myself I was awake.
He stood up and walked over to me, the thing was inches away from me. His hard body was attached. He lifted his shirt a little, showing his abs, and I looked up, and then down. His pubes were trimmed. I guess I knew that subconsciously from seeing it before, but up close it was very neat. It was aesthetic. It was nice.
Something in my right arm moved. It wasn’t a decision I made. My hand lifted maybe two or three inches off the mattress toward him, and my heart was going very fast.
Will watched my hand move. He pulled his waistband back up, and the meaty man package was suddenly closed up, just a bulge again.
He laughed. My mouth dropped in a little shock. Too many emotions were swimming around my brain. It wasn’t even a mean laugh, but I was freaking out inside.
"I'm just fucking with you, man," he said.
He picked up his own phone and walked back to his side of the room. He sat down on his bed and put his feet up, like nothing had happened.
I sat on my bed and stared at the wall, my eyes wide. What the fuck was that. What did I do?
—[]—
We didn’t talk about it again that night, but he never let it go.
He didn't bring it up constantly or make a big thing out of it, but there were subtle references to my unpracticed not-fully-straight side that he would pepper into our daily life following that incident, with thinly veiled references like, “You like sausage, right?” at breakfast, and “I know you like it when they come from behind,” while we were watching a basketball game at the student center.
And he made it apparent that he thought about it too, in a specific look he'd give me when he caught me looking at him, and even in the way he'd walk out of the shower and take slightly longer than necessary to put on his underwear after he dropped his towel.
It was the comments he made in front of two guys from the floor when I said I wasn't doing anything Friday night: "Yeah, he's pretty selective about the guys he spends his time with."
The guys didn't get it. I got it. Will was looking at his phone when he said it, perfectly casual, and I had to stand there and not react.
I told him I didn't know what he was talking about.
He nodded slowly, like that was a reasonable thing to say, and went back to his food.
And he still jerked off in his bed at night, and I forced myself not to look.
—[]—
Will got interested in this girl in his economics lecture, and she texted him back on a Wednesday, and by Thursday night she was in our room. I had been there first. I had homework to finish. I didn’t like the library.
Will came in with her and they were already laughing about something from the hallway, and he glanced at me once, just once, and I saw him register that I was there, and he didn't ask me to leave.
I put my headphones in. I opened my laptop. I stared at a document I wasn't reading. I know the decent thing to do is leave and let your roommate have some alone time with a girl, but I got this unexplainable feeling that he wanted me there. He wanted to tease me, and I didn’t really want to go.
They were on his bed for maybe ten minutes before things got quiet, and I kept my eyes on my screen. Then she whispered something, and he said something back and I heard his bed creak with shifted weight.
My monitor went black after I didn’t touch it for a while, and I didn’t wake it up. The scene going on behind me, as they brazenly hooked up without caring that I was there, was reflected on my screen, obscured, but visible enough that I couldn’t look away.
It went on for a while as I sat in my desk chair with my headphones in, but nothing playing. Instead I listened to things I wasn't supposed to hear, squishing, wet sounds, Will and a girl exploring each other’s bodies, groans from him, giggles from her, sounds of pleasure from his chest. At one point he clearly said, “Can you tug on my balls?” and I chuckled internally, still acting like I wasn’t listening. I was hard as hell at my desk, and somehow trying to pretend that I was just focused on something else.
At some point I heard her voice in a register I hadn't heard before, and I heard Will's voice get deeper as he said, “I’m gonna bust, babe,” and his skin started clapping against hers. He made more noise than her as he approached climax, breathing and almost growling as he peaked.
When they got quiet, I realized I had been breathing hard.
When she left soon after, it was around one in the morning, Will walked her out and came back in, and I was in bed with my back to the room. He used the bathroom, brushed his teeth, got into bed. I heard his lamp click off.
In the dark he said, "You enjoy the show?"
“Shut up,” I said, turning to him, smiling.
“Did you watch at all?”
“I tried not to.”
“I can’t believe she didn’t care that you were here,” he said, throwing his arm behind his head.
“I would’ve left if you asked,” I said.
“Yeah, but you also would’ve left if you wanted to.”
I didn’t have a response to that. He was right.
“So,” he said, “You liked what you saw?”
I felt my face get warm in the dark. I did like it. And he liked teasing me.
—[]—
After the thing with that girl, he turned the dial up.
It started small. A few days later he came back from the gym and stripped his shirt off at the door, which he had done before, but this time he stood there for an extra beat, catching his breath like he had jogged back, and dropped his shorts and underwear too. Nudity wasn’t that strange, but this wasn’t usual. It was more than normal. I looked at his dick, taking in the sight of the sweaty hog, still never getting used to the visual prowess of the thing. I looked up and he was looking at me.
He smiled, and wiggled his hips. I looked back down and watched it wiggle.
“Have you gotten with a girl lately?”
“It’s been a couple days,” he said, grabbing the thick meat and shaking it in his fist. I saw some blood flow into it.
“I’m so horny all the time,” he added, “I would put it in anything.”
I gulped. I felt like the thing was pointing directly at me.
I reached for myself subconsciously, squeezing the firmness arising in my shorts.
“You wanna suck it,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
“You wish,” I said with a forced chuckle, hiding nothing.
“Maybe it would be cool,” he said as his hand moved lower to his balls, pulling them tight, “having a quickie blowjob machine at home in the dorm.”
I bit my tongue slightly, as my head started to leave reality.
He stroked himself once, his fingers lingering on the tip, holding it tight, making it twitch against his hand. I squeezed myself harder, trying to fight back the ache in the erection.
He stepped closer.
“I could put it in your mouth right now,” he said.
I just bit my tongue harder. I felt my face turn red. I started to rub myself over my shorts, staring at his hardening meat.
There was a pause as he squeezed it, forcing blood into the tip, making it swell. I even saw a vein protrude from the surface.
“It’s veiny,” I said without thinking about it.
“You could feel it with your tongue,” he said, stepping closer, inches away from me now.
“You want me to,” I said, openly rubbing myself now, forgetting all sense of fear I had been holding onto.
Just before I finally brought myself to the point of reaching up to grab him, he stepped back. I felt my stomach sink. He got me again.
“You’re hilarious,” he said, chuckling through his nose. He wrapped his towel around himself, and went to shower.
The disappointment from the teasing didn’t make my boner drop down at all. I whipped down the front of my shorts as soon as the door clicked shut, stroking myself to a quick orgasm, aiming my load at the blanket bunched up between my legs.
“Fuck,” I said aloud to no one.
Will had gotten me again. I wasn’t thinking clearly around him anymore. I had to quash this tension, one way or another.
—[]—
The plan started formulating in my head subconsciously before I realized it. I thought about sucking his dick in his sleep.
No, I thought to myself, That wouldn’t be consensual, no matter how much he teases.
I thought about being straightforward with him. I’d say, “I know you want it, let’s just cut the games and get to it,” but I couldn't really picture what he’d say in response. The risk was too high that I would just ruin it forever.
The next week he was lying on his bed in the afternoon doing nothing, just on his back in his boxers, and he said without any preamble: "Does this look big to you?"
I looked over. He had his phone turned toward me, it was a pic of his dick, hard and laying across the body of some girl he had hooked up with. It was indeed big.
"Yeah," I said.
I grabbed my jacket off the desk chair and walked out the door.
I stood in the hallway for a minute, not going anywhere. I heard him laugh as I left the room. The dude was torturing me. I didn’t know how much more I could take.
—[]—
He left it alone for a few days after that, which was almost worse, because I kept waiting for the next stimulating tease and it didn't come, and I caught myself watching him more than usual, checking to see if something was coming. He would catch me watching and his mouth would go up at one corner and he would look back at whatever he was doing.
Will dragged me to an off-campus party, sometime right before Halloween, because there were decorations around. It was loud and crowded and I had done enough of these by now to feel comfortable, and I found a few people I knew and talked to them while Will did his thing across the room.
Around midnight he materialized at my elbow. He had found two guys, who appeared to be gay, maybe a year or two older, and he introduced them to me with his arm around my shoulder.
"This is my boyfriend," he said, nodding at me.
One of the guys raised his eyebrows, maybe a little interested. The other one grinned.
“He’s cute,” one of them said.
Before I could say anything Will turned toward me and kissed me on the lips, firm and deliberate, and grabbed my ass with one hand, a full handful, and I went completely red from my neck to my forehead. The guys laughed like they were charmed by the audacity of it. I think I even felt his tongue break through his lips a bit.
When he pulled back, he was grinning.
"He's shy," Will said, to the guys, about me, while I just stood there aghast.
"I'm not his boyfriend," I said.
"He's in denial," Will said, nodding sympathetically.
The guys thought he was hilarious. Everybody always thought Will was hilarious. I even found myself laughing along, even as the torture flowed through me. I offered to get everyone another drink, and stepped away to spend five minutes in the kitchen recalibrating. When I came back, Will was talking to someone else. I brought the batch of drinks I was holding to a random group of people I didn’t know, and started up a conversation, trying to take my mind off of it.
I walked home later, alone, feeling a weird thrill, even if I didn’t realize why yet.
I lay in bed that night, after jerking off thinking about Will’s tongue touching my lips, while he slept close enough to me that I could count the sparse hairs on his exposed chest. I stared at the ceiling in the dark. I was going to do something about it, soon.
—[]—
The next night, at almost midnight, Will was in bed under his blanket, playing on his phone with the lamp on, and I was at my desk, failing to study for a midterm. The room was quiet, but the tension in my body was rushing through me. Outside, it had gotten cold enough that the window had a film of condensation on the inside and the heat was running. The room had developed a Winter-ish quality where the air feels kind of weird, maybe dry. It was just different than the fresh air of the other seasons.
I closed my laptop. I sat there for another minute. My brain ran its arguments one more time: this is your roommate, you have to live here, it's going to be strange, you should go to bed, you should leave this alone.
But my body stood up.
I walked across the room. Will looked up from his phone. He looked at me standing there at the side of his bed and he didn't say anything and he didn't move away. He just waited, as the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, maybe a slightly nervous one.
I smiled back, genuinely happy as reached down and pulled his blanket back.
He let me, almost smirking as he watched what I did.
I got onto the bed and crawled over him.
“You really…” he started, but stopped when I grabbed his dick through his shorts.
“Okay…” he said, almost giggling.
I dropped down and smelled him. I didn’t even realize I would want to do that, but I did. I had smelled his presence for months now, and I wanted the source, the warm source of that masculine scent that dominated mine in the room.
I put my hand flat on his stomach as I dug my nose around his bulge, inhaling and nuzzling the thing. He exhaled slowly through his nose, half giggling, half sighing. His stomach was hard and warm and I felt it move under my hand.
I hooked my fingers in his waistband and he lifted his hips slightly, just enough to help me as I pulled them down, and he was already half-hard. The thing was big, bigger now than I had seen it up close before, and I wrapped my hand around it. He cleared his throat like he was going to say something, but then he didn’t. He was unguarded, and done teasing me. He was letting me do it.
Maybe he wasn’t really teasing me all this time. He just waited until I was sure enough to take what I wanted.
He got hard fast as I rubbed him up and down. I moved my hand slowly and he lay there with his head back. His jaw was loose, and both his hands lay flat on the mattress at his sides like he was working to keep himself still. His breathing changed when I put my mouth on it. The thing stretched my lips, and I tasted skin. I looked up and watched his stomach rise and fall.
I bobbed my head for a minute, getting used to a large cylinder applying pressure in my mouth. It was like an adult version of a popsicle, but something hit me. It didn’t really feel like sex. My raging hardon in my shorts told me that it was still sexual, but I needed something else.
I rose up, taking his dick out of my mouth. He lifted his head and looked down at me, a question in his eyes.
I started licking his balls, and he dropped his head again, spreading his legs wider. I took advantage of the space and went lower, licking his taint. The new bouquet of smells and tastes filled me with energy, and I put my hands under his thighs, lifting his legs up. He went along with it without resistance, as my mouth dropped to his ass.
“Fuck,” he said as I pressed my wet tongue deeply inside him, “Yes.”
I tasted the pure taste of man, his most vulnerable part. I was getting everything he had teased me with for months. This is what I wanted after all.
I started humping the bed underneath me, gently pressing into it while I licked my roommate’s hunky ass. He didn’t have nearly as much hair as I would have expected. He was just a pink hole ready for me to do whatever I wanted to it, and I suddenly wanted a lot.
I rose up onto my knees, pulling down my shorts in the process, in one coordinated motion that surprised myself. I looked down at him as my dick lined up between his muscular, round globes of ass, touching the soaking wet hole I had just slobbered to oblivion.
“What’re you…” he said, stopping as I pressed forward.
I felt his warm body envelope my rock hard pole, and I popped past the entrance as quickly as my tongue had. Suddenly, as his body tensed around me, clamping down and telling me I had found the right spot, my entire world made sense again. Will’s face twisted slightly between worried and nervous giggling as I pushed into him an inch.
I waited for a minute as he relaxed. I gripped his dick and stroked it to the tip.
“Thats… good,” he said like he was out of breath. “I always kinda wondered what this would feel like.”
I pushed in further, adding another wad of spit for good measure as I stroked him. He leaned into it, through the tension, more motivated than I had expected when I started this.
I started to move back and forth.
“Ohhh,” he cooed lightly under his breath. His hands found my hips, guiding my pace, and I mostly abided by them, pressing deeply.
As I started to pick up a pace, a drop of sweat dripped from my nose down onto his abs, and the sensations pushed me to the edge. I reached down and grabbed his balls, pulling them tightly away from his body, wrapping my thumb and index finger around them and keeping it taut.
“Fuckkk,” he groaned. “I’m actually gonna bust, babe.”
“Yeah, cum,” I said in a deeper voice than I usually had. “I’m gonna cum in you too.”
“Fuckkk, okay, okay, okay…” he seemed like he had fallen out of balance as his large dick swelled to maximum size in my hand. I kept thrusting while he held his legs in the air for me, and I felt him pulse in my hand. I aimed his dick toward his chest and he released, squirting himself in the face. I felt his hole clamp down on me and pulse rhythmically, and I thrust one more time, depositing my seed exactly where it belonged.
I leaned down and rested my head on his neck as I finished my orgasm, feeling his pulses slow down as he oozed out onto himself.
He braced carefully as I slowly pulled myself out of him, feeling the air on my dick again. I lay next to him, propped up on my elbow and looked at his face. He didn’t seem bothered. He just breathed, looking at the ceiling.
“That was…” I started, not really sure what to say.
He just nodded. “No, that was… kinda cool. I’m glad I tried that.”
“That’s what you get for the teasing.”
“You love it,” he said, smiling and turning toward me.
I rolled my eyes and punched him in the arm, and he suddenly pounced on me, cracking up laughing, sort of half-wrestling, half tickling me.
We were back to normal already. It felt like it did before he even found the gay amateur twitter porn on my laptop.
Maybe that was all it took.