Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2000 02:28:20 EDT
From: Light Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Initiating my Roommate

I had repressed feelings for my college roommate before I came to terms with
my being gay.  I came out my last semester after we had both made other
rooming arrangements. Knowing him to be very open-minded, we remained on
friendly terms, but I did not have the stamina to reveal my feelings for
him. Many of my gay friends and ex-lovers marveled at his slim strawberry
blonde good looks, complete with perpetual tan and brown puppy dog eyes.
When he would ask me non-judgmental questions about gay sex, I would always
respond with as seductively explicit answers as I could muster.  This would
normally elicit nervous giggles on his part.  Two years ago, such questions
escalated shortly after an emotionally searing breakup with a girl friend.
On the phone one evening, I softly inquired what else might be the source of
his increased curiosity about intimacy between males.  He then confided that
he had been surfing explicit gay web-sites.  I paused, for what seemed the
longest time, summoning courage; I asked him if he would like to experiment
with someone he could trust.  Before he could answer, I suggested we spend
the weekend at a secluded camping spot we had enjoyed with other classmates.

"That would be nice," he whispered.

My heart was not the only organ to jump with exhilaration.  I gently
reassured him that no one ever had to know of our shared experience.  After
hastily working out logistical details,  I hung up and began a masturbatory
fantasy binge, which did not end, until our anticipated meeting in the woods
the following Saturday evening.  I reminded myself that although I had often
glimpsed him nude in the dormitory showers, I never had seen his penis erect
and this drove me into a frenzy of erotic imagination.

It was after dark when we met at our seldom-tracked trail from memory, now
partially overgrown.  We held hands, partly to assist each other from
clearing the brush on the trail and losing each other in the thick darkness.
After arriving at our destination over an hour later, the campsite was
only slightly overgrown from our college years.  Experienced outdoor types,
it took no time to pitch camp and mount our small tent.  Slowly we undressed
each other as we organized our effects and prepared our first encounter of
lovemaking.  I sensitively acknowledged his exhaustion.  On Saturdays, he
works half a day, arising at 5:30, and proceeds to his health club for a
long work out in the afternoon.  Upon achieving nakedness, he is able to
achieve only partial stiffness despite my gentle fondling of his handsomely
boyish package.  I softly kiss his neck and nipples, I lovingly assist him
into my double sleeping bag and watch my beautiful tent mate fall to sleep
comfortably in my warm arms.

At daybreak, we awake in the warmth of each other's embrace.  Listening to
birdsong, we reveled in the moment and the heat of each other's bodies by
rubbing against each other, intent on each other's exquisite smooth
nakedness and body hair.  Occasionally, tongues clashed as we exchanged
sweet kisses.   I am delighted by his willing manner despite his
inexperience with men.  Sporting hard cocks, we leak warm pre-cum on each
other, turning our dry body heat to slippery wetness.  We unzipped the
sleeping bag to keep it from getting drenched with our lusty effluence.
That magic first glimpse of his gorgeous stiff and dripping 7" cock
reflexively sent my legs in the air and my fingers spreading my ass cheeks.
Either by on-line education or sexual instinct, he immediately interpreted
my unabashed yearning and accepted my intimate invitation, preparing our
physical rendezvous by scooping shining little puddles of pre-cum where he
could find them, first rubbing it on his precious manhood and then fingering
it against my waiting orifice.  The sensation of his slick finger against
such a sensitive spot is electric to me.  I gasped out loud, impatient to be
filled with the heat of his passion.  Finally, after raising my rear to
level it with an odd bit of clothing underneath; kneeling, he pinned my
thighs to my torso and guided his now throbbing dickhead to my twitching
butt hole. AAAAHHHHHHH, the blissful moment when I felt the heat of his
excitement penetrate my inviting sphincter.  The expression on his face now
shifts to one of entranced focus.  It thrilled me to know that he was
savoring every sensation as my developed muscle massaged his delicious
shaft.  Once he pushed part way in, he paused I suspect to feel the
involuntary flexes squeezing against his swollen dickhead.  This provided me
with an opportunity to relax and accept the length of his hot thrusting
organ deep into the inner recesses of my lust engorged bowels.  As my cavity
walls grabbed and clutched at his fleshy man meat, he uninhibitedly gurgled
little groans and grunts and mumbled vignettes about "tightness".  Sometime
in the throes of union, we intuitively sensed the need for a shift of body
position and without his completely withdrawing from me, somehow we found
ourselves on our sides with him behind me.  His body spooned against me
seemingly on fire, my top leg propped up in the air, his hand clutching the
back of my knee, he furiously pumped me from behind, cramming his soft
tickling bush against my intensely sensitized ass cheeks.  Suddenly, his
thrusts stop, and I felt his joy stick give one final expansive throb as my
muscles gripped the hardness.  Instantly, I feel the splash of his silky
climax thickly spray my prostate.  The heated syrupy discharge stimulated me
to a loss of self-control and I copiously squirt out my own load of cum.
The intensity of our convulsive spasms in ejaculation evoked vocal
ooooooooosssss and aaaaahhhhhhss as we immersed ourselves in the tender
closeness of mutual orgasm.

Our small tent is soon reeking with bodily fluids and we are compelled to
run out naked in the early morning dew and gather up leaves to absorb the
liquids of our passionate encounter.  Before retiring to the tent for a
couple of more hours of shuteye, we contentedly peed in each other's
presence.  Arms embraced around each other's waist, we strolled back to the
tent and languidly fell back into slumber, bodies entwined.  When we awoke,
the heat of the day is already nearly at peak and it seemed pointless to
dress as we packed our backpacks, happy to continue our hike naked except
the packs on our backs and shoes to protect our feet from the rugged earth.
Spontaneously, I am able to turn to him and play with his dangling male
protuberance, for I have always relished the opportunity to watch and maybe
feel another of my own sex be aroused and swell from flaccidity to full
erection and stiffness.  These playful sessions would sometimes conclude
with his musky cum squirting down my inviting mouth and throat.  That I was
able to do this with the roommate I had lusted after for so long was my
ultimate turn-on !!  We mischievously fantasized about what we would do if
we were suddenly approached by other hikers and caught "in flagrante".  This
contemplation excites us to another round of sweaty ass fucking.  Towards
the end of the day, our bodies having been bathed by the warm sun for the
better part of the day and being so intent on planning for our next outing,
we almost forgot to dress as we approached the road from whence we started.
We laughed as we wondered out loud if anyone had seen us from their cars
before we became conscious of approaching civilization, emerging from
gleeful seclusion where we had communed with nature.

Please e-mail me if you would like the story of his first 69 experience
on our next encounter.  Other comments are welcome.

blondeallover@hotmail.com