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My freshman roommate was Peter, this gay dude. The housing portal didn't tell you anything except a name and a hometown, so when I showed up to move in, I had no idea I was getting a gay roommate. He didn’t have “mannerisms” that sold him as gay, but I figured it out about four minutes after I met him by the way he looked at me, undressing me with his eyes.
Peter was kind of good looking, which was kind of intimidating at first, maybe even a little annoying, because it meant I had to share a room with someone who was probably better looking than half the guys on the hockey team. But once I realized he wasn’t a competition for the ladies, it made it okay somehow.
He didn’t seem to mind nudity, maybe due to the gay thing. He changed in front of me within five minute of meeting me. I looked, the same way I do to every guy I see naked for the first time, in the locker room or whatever. Not in a gay way, just kind of sizing them up and maybe comparing a bit to myself. He had a masculine build, toned arms, a flat stomach, and apparently no body hair. But he had this round, essentially feminine ass that did not match the rest of him at all. It was hairless and soft looking, two perky globes that sat up high, and the first time he bent over to plug something into the wall I looked twice before I could stop myself. I hated that I looked twice. I told myself I was just staring off into space.
By the second week he was walking around the room in nothing at least once a day, drying his hair, checking his phone, eating cereal standing up at his desk after a shower.
“I need to air dry,” he said when he caught me grimacing at the unabashed nudity.
I learned to keep my eyes on my laptop and act like none of it was strange. To be honest, it wouldn’t have been that weird if he was straight, so I really just had to check my homophobia and let it go.
But even when my teammate Nick, basically my best friend since the first day of hockey practice, was hanging in the room one day with me, Peter still walked around in just a pair of briefs, lying on his bed facing away, and it was painfully obvious through the cotton whenever he was hard, which around Nick was more often than I wanted to think about. Nick and I would just give each other a look and avert our eyes.
And Peter talked about me the way some girls talked about me, except more direct.
"You're tall, you've got a good body, and you've got a big dick," he said once, just when I was getting up out of bed. He didn’t even look up from his phone. "It's honestly wasted on a straight guy."
I stretched my arms, looking at myself in the mirror. My morning wood was pretty obvious that day, and I just let it stretch my boxer briefs, showing it off unashamed for some reason. Maybe his openness was rubbing off on me.
“Shut up,” I said, but I didn't really mean it. It never hurt to hear a compliment, even from him.
Peter’s “buddies” came and went from our room constantly. He brought guys back at all hours, and I learned fast that knocking did nothing, because half the time they didn't bother to stop when I walked in. I'd come back from practice and there'd be a guy I'd never met, bare-assed naked, bending Peter over his desk and doing full anal on him. The first time it happened, I froze, and Peter just said "hey, give us a sec," like I was the one being rude. I picked my jaw up off the floor and walked out. It took me a full minute of processing the shock before I started chuckling about it. It was interesting to see it literally happen. It had always been a theoretical thing to me, gay sex.
So, I started texting before I came home, which helped, but didn’t fully protect my innocent, straight eyes.
This is my life now, I'd think, standing in the hallway, waiting for my own room to free up.
One night he was lying in his bed with the lights off and he said it out of nowhere. "I would suck you off, you know." Just like that, into the dark.
"I'll let you know," I said.
I had no plans to let him know. I just said it to end the conversation. I lay there after and told myself I'd never take him up on it, and I believed me.
One night, Peter had a guy over late, when he thought I was asleep. It wasn’t the first time. I had already gotten used to closing my eyes and tuning out the sounds until it was done. I hated knowing what he sounded like when he came.
But this night, I kept my eyes slightly open, pretending to stay asleep, and I watched Peter take it, from just a few feet away in the dark. I thought I would just take a peak, get a second glance of what I saw before in passing when I had walked in on him.
But I couldn't look away. It was strange to see a male body do that so close, taking an actual dick in his ass. It was almost hypnotizing. I watched until the guy finished inside him, before he quickly pulled up his pants and left.
I felt a little bad for him after, since the dude left so quick. Then before I'd even finished feeling bad, Peter had texted somebody else and a different guy was at the door in less than ten minutes, and I went right back to being annoyed.
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Nick was my best friend on the team, and he had been since the first day of hockey practice freshman year. We got paired for a passing drill, said maybe six words to each other, told a joke about Wayne Gretzky, laughing our asses off together, and that was it. We were ride-or-die from the jump. He was the guy I texted at three in the morning when I was bored. He was the guy who'd show up and have an adventure with me.
Nick was a stud and everyone knew it. He had a huge chest that really filled out a practice shirt, a stacked build that did not make sense for a freshman, thick shoulders and cut at the waist. The thing was he still had a young face on top of all that, kind of boyish, on top of a sharp jawline.
Girls swooned over him. I had always done great with girls, but as for the hockey team groupies, he was their fresh meat and I was honestly sloppy seconds along with the rest of the dudes on the team. Girls lost their minds over him.
Among the guys on the team, I would talk about Peter sometimes, because it was a good story. After practice we'd be in the showers and somebody would ask what insane thing my roommate did that week, and I always had material.
Nick asked the most. He'd lean against the wall under the water and want every detail, and he'd start laughing harder the more I gave him, this deep laugh that turned into his whole body shaking, even his dick.
I actually noticed Nick getting a little blood flow to his crotch once when I told him about Peter, and I told myself it was just the nerves of hearing an awkward story. Guys get like that. It didn't mean anything.
"So he just DID that while you were right there?" Nick said, grinning.
"He doesn't care," I said. "I've stopped caring. It’s whatever."
"What's the gayest thing that'd be worth it?" Nick asked after a beat. "Like, hypothetically."
We went back and forth on it. We decided, jokingly, that a male body would do the job if you were really desperate, lights off. We were laughing the whole time.
“No eye contact,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding as if it were a real idea.
"I'd take a blowjob any day," Nick finally said. "A mouth is a mouth."
"Well, every has an ass, too," I said, just to show him how dumb that logic was.
He lifted an eyebrow like he was actually considering it.
"No," I said. "I didn't mean you should go fuck a guy."
"They were your words, not mine," he said, and he started laughing again.
And then I said the thing I regretted before it was even all the way out of my mouth. "His ass does look like a girl's though."
The other guys around us overheard that one. I had said it too loud, with a less than tactful volume. Of course they heard it.
The whole shower room lost it, hollering, and within about ten seconds the story had morphed into me having announced that I was going to fuck my gay roommate because he basically had a girl's ass anyway. This big senior, Tony was practically crying, his big pecs bouncing like titties as his chest heaved. Somebody slapped the tile wall. My face turned red as I shook my head, but I couldn’t help but go along with it and just laugh as well. Honestly, it was fun. We were all naked and laughing and joking about fucking guys, and it was light. This was the kind of thing that bonds a team together.
I noticed Nick laughing too, looking at me a beat longer than normal. He and I wordlessly head out together as the group conversations drifted, wrapping towels around our waists and stepping out to the locker room, talking about literally anything other than gay dudes and Peter, the joke behind us.
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So then, a dry spell hit me, right around midterms. I don't know what it was, the stress or everyone’s schedules or just bad luck, but I went over a week without even touching a boob, and I started aching for it. I'd jerk it in the dorm showers and twenty minutes later I'd need another nut. It got bad enough that I started doing it in my bed at night, quietly, after I was sure Peter was asleep.
One night I was at it, giving myself a slow stroke while staring at my dimmed phone screen, one eye on Peter’s humble mound of body under his blanket. Just as I was almost across the edge, Peter stirred across the room.
I froze. My hand stopped where it was. I dropped my phone to my chest and waited, pretending to be asleep, keeping my eyes squinted barely open.
Luckily he wasn't busting me. He was just getting up. He sat up and swung his legs off the bed. He was wearing a pair of dark blue briefs, almost black in the dark, and nothing else as he dragged himself toward the door like his body was heavy, like he was doing a chore. His hair was messy, and his face had a boyish, tired look, half asleep. I figured he had to use the bathroom. I was just relieved he hadn't noticed me cranking my hog. I didn’t want to hear him talk about it.
He opened the door, and Nick was standing in the hallway.
My closest friend at college was silhouetted by the dim light behind him, and I kept my eyes almost all the way shut, still faking sleep as my heart started racing. They whispered something to each other quickly and tiptoed across the room to Peter's bed. I didn't move. I made myself breathe slowly and even like a sleeping person, not moving a muscle.
I watched Nick pull his pants down to mid thigh, his ass facing me while Peter went down on him, down on all fours on his bed, his back arched and his butt facing the wall. I watched his head move up and down in front of Nick’s waist, and heard the slurping noises as he got him all the way hard. I was picturing it more than seeing it, squinting. At one point Peter turned around, and Nick pulled his underwear down, moving his hips forward to place his dick inside him. He held his hips as he slowly began to thrust.
My head was spinning. I was weirdly mad at Nick for not telling me he was going to do this. I was jealous, and couldn’t even explain why. I was horny, but I attributed that to the fact that I was interrupted mid wank. I lay there in the dark just a few feet away, and I couldn’t help but continue to touch myself, quietly, barely moving my hand, watching my best friend thrust into my gay roommate.
He just barely picked up the pace at one point, the faint sounds of skin hitting skin becoming audible, and I watched his ass tense up as he finished. He held still for a moment, rubbing his hands around Peter’s hips and ass, then slowly pulled out.
He pulled up his pants and was gone in seconds. I went still again as I continued to spy. Peter didn’t pull on his underwear, rather he kicked them off his ankles and let them fall to the floor off his bed.
Then he got up.
He crossed the room to my bed. He didn't say anything. He just reached down, lifted my blanket near my hips, and I didn’t stop him. It was a strange transition to think I was spying on him, and then for him to just acknowledge I was here and start interacting with me. I almost didn’t register that he was going for my dick.
He lifted the blanket to expose my hard meat in my hands, and leaned down without hesitation to start blowing me. He was almost mechanical about it, like it was just a task to complete, and I didn’t stop him at all. If anything, I almost felt like I deserved it, if Nick had gotten to do it, as weird as that sounds. My head was a mess as I just closed my eyes and let the warm sensations flow. I wouldn’t be lasting long anyway, not at this point.
“What the fuck is happening,” I said, putting a hand on his head.
He didn’t respond. He just kept going on me, his hand following his mouth, gripping me tightly and pushing me closer towards a nice O.
“That feels so good,” I said, and he groaned on me.
In a spur-of-the-moment decision, I grabbed him and pulled him up off my dick and onto the bed in one motion, flipping him onto his back, and climbing on top of him. I figured his ass was already prepped and ready from getting nailed by Nick, and it only took a brief push into his warm spot to confirm it.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, positioning himself in the most expedient position to get fucked in.
And he was still slick with sex juices, so there was nothing to wait for. I lined myself up and pushed, and his body slowly opened up around me, tightening in pulses and then relaxing to let me in further.
He was loud the second I was inside. Peter had just fucked a guy that he had to stay quiet for, and now he wasn't holding any of it back, moaning openly into the dark room with his head tipped back into my pillow, his hands exploring my body. I could feel the built up tension in him. He had wanted to fuck me since day one, and now I was giving him every inch that he needed. I put a hand flat on his chest, and felt it heaving under my palm. His legs came up around me on their own and his heels dug into my ass. I started moving fast, trying to get my nut before my head started questioning why I was doing this. He was warm and tight, just like a girl, or close enough that my dick couldn’t tell the difference. I remembered the joys of sex in that moment, after my first dry spell since college had started. My brain questioned certain aspects of the decisions I was making in the moment, but his eagerness and the sensations on my body made it hard to think about anything except how good it felt, until he reminded me.
"I knew you were watching," he panted, grinning up at me in the dark. "I saw you jerking it the whole time."
I didn't answer. I suddenly couldn't get Nick out of my head, watching him fuck my roommate. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his ass tensing, re-living the strange spark of jealousy in my stomach.
"Nick told me what you said about me," Peter said, his breath catching every time I pushed in. "You said I had a great ass for a guy.”
I felt my lips curl slightly. He heard the bastardized version of what I had said. I didn’t have the wherewithal to correct him at the moment.
“I knew this was gonna happen,” he added, “I bet him a hundred bucks you'd fuck me before the end of the school year."
I put a hand over his mouth, encouraging him to focus on the moment, or maybe just to stop the dialogue, and he moaned into my hand. I didn't exactly hate hearing it. It was just too much to take in right then, with everything happening and Nick still on my mind.
After a minute, I changed my mind, just a little. I leaned down closer to him and moved my hand off his mouth.
"How was it," I said, right into his face.
"Huh?" Peter said, bouncing slightly with my thrusts.
"How was Nick's dick."
"Good," he breathed. "Big and thick. He knew what he was doing”
I grabbed his dick without looking at his face, stroking it in time with my thrusts.
“Do you like seducing straight guys in secret?”
“As much as I can,” he groaned.
He was watching my face while he said it, and I think he could tell what it was doing to me, because he kept going.
"He's hot. Nick. You know he's hot."
His ass started pulsing as he came, unannounced, releasing streaks up to his chest.
I hit the edge right after, and I felt it like a lightning strike. I looked Peter in the eye.
“I’m cumming too.”
It came out like a weakly announced surprise, and his eyes lit up, like he was more excited for my orgasm than he had been for his own. I watched his male face while I climaxed, and somehow that was the most surreal thing of this whole experience, locking in the memory even more than the boy smell of the whole thing.
I felt the pleasure wash through me as I let go of his dick, watching it flop onto his lean stomach, making a light splash of the mess there. I pulled out slowly and reached for my recent cum rag, a shirt stuffed between my bed and the wall.
Before I even finished wiping myself off, Peter had closed his eyes, asleep on my bed. He didn't clean up, didn't move, just rolled over and was out, the mess still on him, taking up two thirds of the mattress with his tall, slender frame.
I lay there next to him in the dark and the clarity came down on me all at once. I had just done that. On purpose. I'd let it happen and then I'd done it myself and I'd finished, and now my bed was taken. My brain started going a hundred miles an hour. I needed to be anywhere that was not this room.
"I'm gonna go for a walk," I said. Peter didn't even hear me.
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I got dressed in easy-to-find gym clothes, and stepped out into the hallway, squinting when the corridor lights met my eyes.
I walked around campus for a while with no destination, just moving, scrolling my phone and putting it away and pulling it back out, going through my contacts in my head, thinking about who I could possibly hit up at this hour. I wasn't really deciding anything. My feet were doing it for me.
I ended up texting this girl, Madison first. She was the closest thing I had to a sure thing, and her dorm was on the way to where I had wandered. The reply came back fast.
"it's almost 3am lol"
I started typing something and she beat me to it.
"No booty calls on a tuesday night. And my roommate's asleep, she'll lose it if I have a guy over. Raincheck?"
I stared at it. A raincheck.
“Yeah, cool, no worries,” I texted back.
I locked my phone and kept walking, and somehow that “No” felt like the universe agreeing with the panic in my chest, like even the easy option had looked at me and passed. I felt strange. I felt weirdly low. It wasn’t about fucking a dude.
It was something about Nick.
I ended up outside his dorm, which was near Madison’s. My subconscious was taking me there, not to hers. That had been true the whole time. I stood at his door for a second. Then I texted him, "Hey."
A second later, I sent another one. "I'm outside your door."
The bubbles popped up. Then they disappeared.
The door opened slowly. It was dark inside behind him. He was standing there in just his underwear, and his face was nervous, careful, watching me. He knew. He had to know that I knew. At least based on the fact that I was showing up unannounced.
I looked at him for a second. He just raised his eyebrows waiting. I couldn’t really think of what to say, so I just waited for something to come out of me.
"So," I said after a second, "I think you owe my roommate a hundred bucks."