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Hi there. My name is Andrew. I want to tell you about what happened to me when I was Sophomore in college and met my roommate....
It was a sunny afternoon and all the Freshman were just
starting to arrive and find their rooms. When I got to mine, it
was empty. Obviously, I had arrived before my roommate. I had
never met him, but I knew his name was Jonathan.
Hi arrived right about then. He was almost six feet tall, dark hair, brown eyes.... the typical surfer type. I helped him carry in some of his stuff and I asked him where he was from. He told me he was from California, and indeed he was quite heavily into surfing. He really fit the stereotype of the "California Surfer Dude".
When he finished unpacking, Jonathan said he needed to take a shower and I pointed the way for him. About 20 minutes later, Jonathan came back from the shower wrapped only in a towel. He had a great build, a beautiful swimmers (or should I say surfer's) body. Very thin, tall, well defined chest and arms.
Now, I had never really labeled myself as gay, but I had known for
some time that I was attracted to guys in a certain way that most
guys were attracted to girls. Certainly, Jonathan was someone that I
enjoyed looking at. I felt I starting to get hard so I
turned away into my book to try to get my mind off of his body and
so it wouldn't be so obvious that I was looking at him. I didn't
watch as he got dressed, for fear he might see me staring at him.
A few weeks passed and classes had begun. Jonathan and I both started to make our own friends. It appeared we were moving in different social circles. He tended to hang out with a "wilder" bunch of guys who liked to drink and chase after girls all the time, while I was quieter and stayed with a more intellectual crowd. Jonathan was a fairly good student and usually spent a few hours each night in the room studying. I was always there studying, too. Our relationship had developed into one only of roommates. We didn't eat together, we didn't have the same friends, we didn't party together. We were very nice to each other and respected each other, but that was about it.
Well, one Friday night it was particularly warm and the natives were restless, including me. Hot weather always tends to get me horny. It was about two in the morning and I couldn't sleep, because it was so hot and humid. I was horny and I started to beat off. Just I was really getting into it, I heard the key being put into the lock. I quickly clicked off the light, threw the covers over myself, and pretended to be asleep. Jonathan stumbled in, stripped down to his underwear and fell into bed. I could smell the beer. He was shit-faced alright. Not even five minutes had passed before he started snoring. He was out cold. It was dark, Jonathan was out like a light, and I didn't see any harm in finishing what I had started. I flipped off the covers and started stroking my dick again. I was really getting into it! This was the first time I had ever jerked off with Jonathan in the room. Quietly, I got up from my bed and stepped out of my underwear. Totally nude, I walked over to where Jonathan lay sleeping. He was flat on his back in just his Calvin Klien jockey shorts. There was a fair amount of light which always came in from the lights of the campus walkways outside.
I leaned over and sniffed Jonathan's neck. He had the musty smell of a boy mixed with the smell of beer. I got even closer and ran my nose down by his chest, then lower and lower until finally I was near the band of his underwear. I dropped to my knees and put my nose under his balls, just where his two legs met. I was insanely horny! I couldn't take it any longer! I had to taste that sweet cock of his! I figured Jonathan was so out of it, that I could pretty much do anything to him and he wouldn't wake up. Ever so gently, I put my fingers under the waistband of his underwear. I watched his face and listened very carefully for any signs of him waking up... Nothing... He was really out of it! I very slowly tugged at the front of his briefs and pulled them lower and lower. I would stop about every quarter inch so as not to take a chance on waking him...
Man, if he had woken up just then.....
The next morning, I was up and out of the room before Jonathan woke up. Later when I came back, he had just come from the shower and was dressing to go somewhere. At first, I didn't say anything. I was really scared of what might happen. Was he going to call me a fag? Was he going to tell everyone in the dorm what had happened? He just said "hi" and asked me how breakfast was! He acted as if nothing at all had happened! I was shocked... but glad. This was the easiest way out for me.
Jonathan and I both went our separate ways that day. As usual, on a Saturday night, I was in the room long before Jonathan. And, as usual, he stumbled in drunk again and fell onto his bed again, this time without even bothering to take his clothes off. I figured I had nothing to loose this time, and didn't need to be nearly as careful. I walked right over and looked at him. His eyes were closed, but I didn't think he was even asleep yet. I started to undo the buttons of his faded, ripped jeans. He moved his hands to mine and grabbed them. Very quietly, almost in a whisper he said "I'm not that way... I'm not that way". I whispered back "I know Jonathan... don't worry... No one will ever know about this". Slowly, his hands dropped to his side in abandonment. Without saying it, he was telling me to go ahead!
There were many more nights like that during our Freshman year. After graduate we decided to bought a home and moved to the Vancouver 'burb of "White Rock"