Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2010 06:47:25 -0600
From: jncbaldy@hotmail.com
Subject: My Straight Roommate Chapter 1

	This is my first story I have ever written.  It is all true (some
dialogue of course is a little fudged, it has been four years, though).  I
did leave out a good portion of what happened between our first kiss and
first fuck, though, to save you all from too much drama.  Hopefully
everyone enjoys it.  I know there isn't that much sex in this one but I do
plan on writing more with a lot more sex.  My next story might even be the
first time we tried a threesome :D My e-mail is jncbaldy@hotmail.com if you
want to contact me to tell me to write more or just to say hi!



	As I sit here to write this story, it is four AM and I have hit a
semi-creative mood.  I am loving life and in love with who I consider to be
the perfect man, Chris, and would like to share that with everyone.  Yes,
this is a gay porn story so some might not say that's the most romantic
thing to do but after the sex we had tonight I can't help but remember back
to when we first started our romantic relationship.

	Four years ago we were seniors in college halfway through the fall
semester.  We were roommates our freshman year and became great friends so
we decided to get an apartment when we left the dorms our sophomore year
and have stayed roommates since.  He was in a long term relationship with a
very nice girl that started when they were sophomores in high school, so by
senior year of college they had been dating for 6 years and he was planning
to propose to her on graduation day.

      I was not in a relationship and had only had two girlfriends, both
very short-term because I am gay, but I was so afraid to tell anybody.
Chris was the only person I had ever told and even that was an accident.  I
told him when we were juniors and both VERY drunk at the time.  He didn't
react negatively at all, though, which is what I was expecting.  I started
crying when I let it slip and he just patted me on the back and said, "Why
are you upset?  You have become my best friend and nothing will change
that!"  Everything went on as normal, still great friends, until I went to
bed where I cried myself to sleep because he made me gain so much
confidence when I had hated myself before that because I thought being gay
was such a horrible thing, and because I realized that night that I was
madly in love with him and I knew we would never be together... Boy was I
wrong and I couldn't be happier about that.

      So when we were seniors he and his girlfriend started getting into
fights over the future and became a little unstable.  One night he wanted
to go out to the bar but I declined because I wanted to stay home and watch
some TV.  I of course said I had a load of homework because I didn't want
to be talked into going.  He left to go to his girlfriends to talk her into
going so I of course took the opportunity to check out some porn and jack
off then hit the couch for some TV.

      Three hours later I had fallen asleep on the couch and I was woken up
by our apartment door slamming shut.  I jumped up and when I saw Chris he
was completely soaked because it was pouring rain outside and crying.

"Dude... What's wrong?" I asked him

"Kara, man, she was fucking some guy when I got to her place!"  He screamed
and punched a hole in the wall... There went the $250 security deposit.

"Oh man, I'm sorry..." He sat down on the couch and I could smell the
strong scent of booze on him.  He was a drunken mess.

"I fucking loved her!  How the fuck could she do this to me?"  He yelled in
between sobs.

	I put my hand on his back for some support and he fell into my side
and cried harder.  We sat like that for about ten minutes before he wiped
his nose with his sleeve and looked up at me.

"What the fuck am I going to do?  I just want to fucking die right now!"

"Chris... Don't say shit like that!"

"Why not?  My mom's fucking dead... My dad's a dead beat mother fucker
alcoholic... My EX girlfriend is a fucking whore... I don't have anybody!"

"And what the fuck am I?  Chicken shit?  Plus if you die who's going to pay
for the other half of the rent?"

	He laughed and cried into my shoulder.  He said something that
sounded like "Thanks man" but it was muffled and I didn't really get all of
it.  I patted him on the back, feeling completely awkward because I had
never been in a situation like his and didn't know what to do or say so I
just kept my arm around him and let him cry.

	After a little bit he did something that completely took me off
guard.  He looked up at me and then kissed me right on the lips.  I was so
shocked I didn't do anything... I just sat there shocked by his soft lips
on mine.  When he pulled away I couldn't keep the look of shock off of my
face.  He just laughed a little.

	"Sorry... I'm fucking depressed and drunk..."

	I still just kind of sat there like a moron until he leaned in and
kissed me again.  This time I kissed back and hard.  I had dreamed of this
happening, but I never thought that it would.  I slid my hair up to his wet
hair and pulled him into me.  He slid his tongue into my mouth and I almost
came right then.  I loved every second of it but I got a little nervous
because I realized that I was sitting there wearing only a tank top and
underwear, so the boner that grew the second his lips hit mine was
protruding out the top of the waist band.  He slid his hand across my
stomach and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

	I started to slide my hand under his shirt and up his back as I
began to kiss down his cheek to his neck.  He nuzzled into me and then
pushed me away, hard.

"Dude... What the fuck?"  He yelled as he stood up and wiped his mouth.

"What did I do?  You kissed me!"

"I'm not some fucking f**!"  He stormed out of the room and slammed the
door behind him.

	I ran into my room and cried hard into my pillow.  The one person I
had trusted with my secret, the one person I was closest to in the world,
and he threw the F bomb at me.  When he said that, it felt like the strike
of cobra and the pain I felt as I cried into my pillow was like venom
burning through my veins.  I was so upset I threw up into the garbage can
next to my bed a few times before I cried myself to sleep.

	For the next two weeks the only thing he said to me was "I had to
move your car, the neighbors moved out and needed the space to load."  It
hurt, and it hurt badly.  The apartment was completely dead and when we
would pass each other he wouldn't look away from the floor, as if there was
something amazing happening on it and he just couldn't look away.  It
seemed like every night he would bring a different girl home and they'd
disappear into his room for a while and she'd be kicked out, sometimes
calling him a prick on their way out.  I couldn't have agreed more.

	It was late on a Friday night when he finally came up to me again.
I could tell he had practiced what he was going to say in front of the
mirror a few times.  Chris doesn't like confrontation and he used to do it
with Kara all the time whenever she was mad at him.

"Jason... I need to talk to you man."  He said, staring at that damn floor
again.

"Oh, so you're talking to me, now?  I thought I was just some... some
f... fuck it I can't even say it!"  I yelled back at him.

"I didn't mean it," he whispered and I could see a tear run down his cheek.
"I just don't know what is going on right now.  Plus I was drunk and upset
and..."

"And what?"  I screamed.  "You just decided to fucking toy with me and then
say that awful fucking thing to me?  You were my best friend!  You know
more about me than anyone and you go and fucking throw it all back at me
and then ignore me like I'm not fucking worth anything?"

"I'm sorry!"  He cried.  "I don't know why I kissed you... You were there
and my heart had been ripped out so I just... I don't know... You were
there, man!  And ever since then I can't get that night, you, and the kiss
out of my head... It's all I think about, now!"

"Oh yeah!  That really sounds great but all those fucking sluts you've been
with tell a different story!"

"Did you not notice that every one of them left pissed off?  It's because
half the time I couldn't even get hard and the other half I would give up
halfway through because it wasn't right."

"What do you want me to do?  Take a little blue fucking pill!"

"Jason... It's not because I had a problem like that... It's because they
weren't you!"

	I couldn't believe he had said that.  I started to cry and turned
to go to my room.  He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.  When I did
I hit him in the chest but he held on.

"Jason, please!  I'm sorry, I just want us to go back."

"Back to what you fucking asshole?  You've fucking hurt me enough, I can't
take anymore!"

	He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.  I tried to push away
at first but he had a tight hold on me and he is much stronger than I am.
I may have been a swimmer in my past but he lifted weights almost every
day, and boy does he have the body to show it.  After a little more
resistance I just fully gave in and kissed him back, hard and passionate.
He pulled away and just looked at me.

	"I've never done... You know... Anything like this with a guy..."

	"And I have?"

	I kissed him and started to slide his shirt off.  He slid off mine
and we continued to kiss, exploring our bare chests and backs.  I slid my
hand down over his jeans and grabbed his dick through the worn denim.  He
moaned softly into my lips and pressed himself against my hand.  I then
took his hand in mine and slowly brought it to my growing bulge.  When his
hand felt my dick through my jeans he broke the kiss and started to back
up.

"I... I can't... I just fucking can't."  He started walking off to his room
leaving me alone with an "I'm sorry."

"I can't fucking believe you!"  I screamed and stormed off to my own room.

	I stripped naked and jumped into the shower to cool off and think.
The water felt good but my heart still felt like it was tearing apart.  I
cried hard and I didn't give a damn if he heard me or not.  I was hurt and
I wanted him to know it.  I stood under the hot stream of water for a good
ten minutes before I heard my bathroom door open.  Chris ripped the shower
curtain aside and stepped into the tub fully clothed.  He pressed me
against the wall and kissed me.  At this point I wanted to fight back but I
couldn't.

"Jason, I'm sorry!  I just didn't know what to do with what I was feeling
before.  I promise I will try not to hurt you again.  Please don't hate
me."

"Chris, what the fuck do you want from me?  I'm just scared that we'll get
a little bit farther than before and you'll crush me once again!"

	Chris just smiled and kissed me softly.  He then slid off his
soaked shirt and knelt down in front of me.  When he grabbed my throbbing
cock I let out a moan and leaked some pre-cum.  It was the first time
anyone had touched my unclothed dick before and it felt amazing.  He licked
the little bit of cum from the tip and then took almost all of my 7 1/2
inches into his mouth.  I cried out in pleasure and fell back against the
wall.  Chris continued to suck my dick, occasionally scraping it with his
teeth but it just added to the fun and pleasure of it all.  As he sucked he
cupped my balls and let them rolled them in his hand.  I ran my hands
through his hair and moaned loud enough I thought the entire campus would
hear me and I didn't care.

	"Oh god Chris, I think I'm going to cum!"  I cried out when I felt
my orgasm building.

	Chris just continued sucking, bobbing his head on my virgin dick
and licking every inch that was in his mouth.  As I started to cum I
accidentally ripped down the shower curtain pole and let out a screaming
moan.  Before I didn't realize that masturbating was absolutely nothing
compared to having someone make you cum.  He swallowed most of my cum and
then stood up and kissed me, letting me taste the rest.  I licked up the
little bit that leaked from his mouth and kissed him hard.

"Jason... I, uh... I want you to fuck me..."

"What?"  This was all completely new to me and I know he had never been
with a guy so him asking this came as a complete shock.

"Well... Last week we weren't, you know, talking, I bought a dildo and
tried it out.  It was while I couldn't get you out of my head and I was
trying to see... You know... What it would be like... To see if I
could... You know, be with a guy... And it wasn't that bad... It actually
felt pretty good."

"Chris, I really don't know what to say," I laughed.  "I've known that I
was gay for quite a while but I can honestly admit that I have never even
really thought about trying that."

"So... You mean you don't want to?"

"No, I just meant that I'm... I don't even know.  I guess I'm kind of
touched, in a way.  Are you sure you're ready for this?"  I asked, not even
sure myself.

"Well... Yeah, if you are..."

"Let's go to my room."

	We left the bathroom and the huge water mess all over the bathroom
floor from the curtain being open since he barged into the bathroom and
toweled each other off.  I climbed onto my bed and sat back in the bed.  My
cock was already stiff again.  Chris peeled his soaking wet jeans off and
slid them to the ground.  He stood there in just his wet boxers and I
couldn't think of anyone who looked better than he did right there.  His
body looked like it was chiseled by a Greek god; his chest and stomach were
pure muscle, his dick pointers were like two shallow ravines, and his legs
had perfect muscular definition.  His face, though, is his best feature.
He has perfectly sculpted cheek bones and a solid jaw-line.  He has brown
hair and keeps it cut short and neat which adds a look of innocence to him.
I may not be as muscular as him but I was a swimmer in my past so I am very
thin with some muscle definition.  By that time I had lost some of it but
since then I have toned up more.

	Before he climbed into bed with me he slid off his boxers and
smiled.  His cock was a little smaller than mine, but it was definitely
nothing to complain about.  He was a good 7-7 1/4 inches of thick and
throbbing man meat.  His was just as thick as mine, also, if not a little
thicker.

	"Jason, I know I was wrong before and I'm sorry, do you forgive
me?"

	"Of course, now get over here before I change my mind!"

	He jumped onto the bed and slid his body so he was positioned over
me.  He started to grind his crotch against mine and kissed me on the lips.
He slowly kissed down to my neck as his cock rubbed against mine.

"Um... Chris... How should we... You know?"

"Well... I'm not too sure... Let's just go with the flow."

"Also, I don't have a condom."

"Do we need one?  We're both clean and it's not like you can get me
pregnant... Unless you'd feel better with one."

"No, I just... You always hear about having to wear one, like I said I'm
new to this."

	Chris just smiled at me and grabbed the lotion in the top drawer of
my nightstand.  He lay down on his back and squirted some on his hand and
raised his legs up so he could spread it around his asshole.  I squirted
some onto my dick and started to rub it on.  I awkwardly positioned myself
over him and he lifted his legs some more, putting me in almost a scissor
lock to keep them up like that as I pressed the head of my dick against his
ass.  I kissed him and slowly pushed my cock into his tight hole.  Chris
moaned, he threw his head back into the pillow and his back arched.  The
grip his legs had on my tightened some but I continued to push my cock into
that tight hole of his until I had it was all the way in.

	Chris pulled my head down and kissed me hard as I slowly slid my
cock in and out of his ass.  We continued to kiss and I continued to gain
speed, I started to thrust deeper and faster into his ass.  Our tongues
were as entangled with each other as our bodies were; the bed creaked with
the rhythm of me thrusting my cock deep into his asshole and he dug his
nails into my back.  It was extremely hot in my room so we were both
sweating, but it just made the passion more intense.

	I slid my cock out of his ass with a funny "flap" and had him get
to his hands and knees as I knelt behind him.  I rubbed some more lotion
onto my dick and this time I thrust my cock into him.  Chris screamed out,
then let out a low and pleasure filled groan.  I continued thrusting my
cock into his asshole, having to grab hold of his hips for support.  Chris
held himself up with one hand and used the other to jack his own cock off.
I pulled him up so he was kneeling in front of me with his back pressed
against my chest, while I still pounded my cock into his ass, and started
jerking his cock for him.  Chris' moans grew loader and longer as I ravaged
his tight ass with my dick.  I playfully bit his neck and he turned his
head and kissed me.

"Oh fuck yes, Jason!  I'm going to fucking cum.  Cum in my ass when I
shoot!"  I started to thrust into his ass harder and when his first rope of
cum left his cock I thrust my cock as deep as I could and exploded inside
of him.

"Oh yes!  Yes this is so fucking good!"  I screamed when I came.

	When my cock slid out of his ass it was followed by a small stream
of my cum.  Chris started laughing and I playfully slapped him on the ass.

"What's so funny?"

"Dude, Jason we've got to find a better way to cum, like with not as much
mess," he said as he pointed to his cum that landed all over my headboard
and blanket.

I reached down and scooped some of it with my finger, then licked it clean,
"Mmm, tastes good," I said and laughed.

	Chris kissed me and I pulled him down on the bed.  We cuddled up in
a spoon and he wrapped his arms around me.  Chris softly kissed me from my
lips to my ear and whispered "Jason... I'm sorry."  He kissed my lips again
and then whispered, "Oh yeah, and I think I'm in love."