Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 12:51:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Take Notice <notice.take@yahoo.com>
Subject: G; 'Southern Hospitality Part 1' {Rodney Jake} (M MM 1st anal ws bear coll fat hair  ) [1! ]

When I moved into my new dorm at college, I was nervous to meet my
roommate, who I knew nothing about except for a first name: Andrew.  I had
just accepted to a large state university in Alabama, even though I grew up
much further North, in Delaware.  I was excited to get away from my family,
and finally get a chance to be on my own.  My nervousness was due to the
fat that, for the past five years, I had known I was gay, and still hadn't
told anyone or acted on it in any way (well besides looking at porn and
reading Nifty, that is).  My lack of experience wasn't due to poor looks,
more to shyness and personal reservations about being perceived as "one of
those" gay sluts (little did I know at the time?).


I am a little over 6 feet tall, and thin, weighing 145 lbs, with short
brown hair and hazel eyes.  I am completely straight acting, another reason
for my lack of exposure in the gay world.  As a result, I wasn't too
nervous about Andrew, since I figured he'd never know I was gay.  I worried
slightly about how I was going to continue what at that point had become a
pretty healthy porn habit.  Anyways, my parents and I were in the room,
organizing my stuff, waiting for Andrew and his family to arrive.  I
stopped my parents from putting too many things in place, insisting first
that we need to check where Andrew would like to put things.


As we talked casually, moving things about, a large 270 lb, 6'5 man opened
the door, speaking with a thick Southern accent, "Who's Kyle?"  I nervously
raised my right hand, wondering who this guy was.


My mom spoke first to ask, "Oh hi.  Are you here to fix the air
conditioner?"  The man looked at her confused then, shrugging her off,
yelled "Andrew, get the hell in here.  I think your roommate's here.   And
he's a little guy," he added laughing.  Then he looked at me and said "I
guess Andrew won't have much trouble keeping you in line."  Next, Andrew
entered the room.  The first thing I thought was He's definitely taking the
bottom bunk.  Andrew was about the same weight as his dad, 270 lbs, but
shorter, and fatter, at just 6 foot 2.  He wore huge jeans, a button down
that looked like it had been made from a table cloth, and shoes that were
at least size 14.  He had brown, buzzed hair


Trying to get things started off on the right foot, I stepped forward and
put out my hand "Hey Andrew, I'm Kyle.  I guess we'll be living together
for the next year."  I laughed nervously as Andrew nonchalantly walked
around me, ignoring my hand, and tossed his bag on the bed.   "Bottom bunks
mine."


My parents made some awkward small talk with Andrew's father before they
had to go.  My parents eyed me nervously, before my dad clapped my shoulder
and said "Well, we'll leave you guys to it.  We have a long drive ahead of
us."


Before they stepped out, Andrew's father said to them, in what was the
first show of the legendary southern hospitality I had heard about, "Just
know, I'm sure Kyle will spend plenty of time at our place this year.
We're only three hours out.  He'll always be welcome."  My parents thanked
him, and were on their way.  His father hung around for another 20
minutes.  Before he left, he made one comment I wasn't really sure about.
He walked up to me, put his hands around my waist, almost reaching all the
way around, then shook his head, "Damn, you are a skinny one."  Then, "Try
to get my son out of the room every once and a while.  He spends too much
time playing computer games and watching TV."  With that, he left.


Throughout the night, I tried making uncomfortable small talk with Andrew,
who was friendly, but clearly played a little rough.  "Fuck, so you're a
real Yankee huh?  Jesus, your parents sound like they walked out of a
country club.  Anyways, we should probably clear a couple things up before
we get started.  I'm gonna set my desk up by the window, so I can see the
stadium while I'm on my computer.  I'll need the bottom bunk, because let's
face it, I'm twice your weight."  I laughed nervously, agreeing that it was
probably the best idea.  He reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of
Whiskey.  "You want some?"  We both poured glasses and he sat on his bed
and drank, while I sat in my desk chair.


I still couldn't believe how big he was.  His forearms were coated with
black hair, which I could only assume covered most of his body.  "I
definitely needed a drink, after the time I spent in the car with my
parents."


Andrew stood up after downing his glass.  He filled it back up and said
"Yeah they seemed pretty fucking lame.  I'm sure you're glad to be away
from them."  I was somewhat taken aback by his willingness to bash on my
parents in front of me.  I considered saying something, but lost my train
of thought when he stepped out of his jeans and I saw he was wearing a pair
of grey boxer briefs which were, by nature of his size, stretched tight
across him.  He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and tossed them on, before
taking another big swig of his drink.  "Masterbation."


"Umm?  What?"  I responded to his surprising non-sequitur.


"We gotta talk masterbation."  He was looking me directly in the eyes now.
"Listen, I like to masterbate a lot, and having a roommate is gonna be
tough for me."


I responded nervously, "OK."


"But the way I see it, every guy our age wants to masterbate, when other
options aren't available.  Even Northerners."  He laughed loudly.  "As
you'll probably find out, I'm a pretty unembarrassed person, so you're
gonna catch me jackin' it eventually.  I just want to get it out of the way
now to let you know, we're both guys here.  It's gonna happen."


I was shocked by what we were talking about.  "OK, I guess that's cool.  I
may not be as open, but I guess I don't have any huge problem with that."


"Well good," he said, finishing another glass of whiskey, "I'm glad I
didn't get some fairy roommate who'd be watering every time I took out my
cock.  I think we're gonna get along fine."


We spent a couple hours drinking, and the topic of masterbation didn't come
up again.  There were a few questions about my dating life, which I dodged,
as I always have, by referring to a few hook ups but saying I wasn't into
relationships.  "That's cool.  I have a girlfriend.  She's kind of a bitch
but she puts out and doesn't really give a shit what I do when I'm not
around her, so it kind of works."  He was clearly very drunk at this
point.  I watched the TV lambently as I listened to him talk about her.  "I
mean she'll do anything.  Two things I love: 69ing and anal sex, and she
gives me plenty of both."  I thought for the moment of all 270 hairy lbs of
Andrew, carrying an upside down girl on his torso, or pounding into her ass
with his cock.  I wondered for a moment how big it was, and wondered when I
would finally see it.


The night went on in a similar fashion.  Eventually, I told him I'd need to
pass out, and climbed to the top bunk after brushing my teeth in the
bathroom.  Andrew finished his whiskey, and dropped his sweatpants, along
with his boxer briefs.  I looked at his big, round, hairy ass.  He
scratched his right cheek, before turning off the light.  I heard as he
climbed into bed.  We laid in silence for a few minus before I heard him
say, "Kyle you still awake?"  I laid in silence, wondering if I should say
anything.


I was about to say something, when I started to feel a slight rocking.  I
remained silent, realizing he was masterbating.  Now, a 270 lb man
masterbating on the bunk below you can really get things moving.  I
wondered how he could possibly think i was still sleeping.  I could hear
the squishing of a wet cocked rubbing its precum against his hand.  Along
with the rhythm of his hand, I could tell he was gyrating his pelvis, which
rocked the bed to a different cadence.  I took out my cock and slowly
started rubbing it.  With the movement of the bed, there was no way he'd be
able to tell.  Not to mention, he was kind of in his own world.  After
about 15 minutes, I came, and, unable to move, rubbed it off with my
sheet.  Andrew was still going, however, for another 30 minutes!  I could
feel his hips bucking below me, the entire bed now shaking, as he moaned
loudly.  I wondered how much semen he shot, how big his cock was.  He
clearly had an impressive stamina.


My eyes, having adjusted to the light, watched his silhouette stand, and
walk over to my hamper, where he pulled out one of my shirts.  His back
turned, he wiped the semen off of his dick, stomach, and even his chest
before tossing it in my hamper.  What an asshole.  I thought.  With that,
he climbed back into bed.  My head was spinning as I tried to sleep.  As I
nodded off, I could hear chips crunching, as he ate below me.