Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2014 06:29:44 -0700
From: emmett1120@yahoo.com
Subject: College Roommate 1

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Chapter 1 - School

       My first year away at college was actually my junior year, having
spent my freshman and sophomore years at a local jr college, getting my GE
out of the way.  I had chosen to attend a Christian college up where the
border of Los Angeles and Orange counties meet.  So, on move in day, my dad
and I got there as early as was allowed, got all my stuff unloaded and into
the dorm room, and started to get settled.  I had not met my roommate yet,
but knew a bit about him.  His name was Matt, we were both juniors, both
the same age, but he had gone to this school since he was a freshman.
That's all I knew.  So, as dad and I were just getting the last of my stuff
put away, the dorm room door opened, and in walked a young guy with
slightly shaggy brown hair, wearing a loose fitting tank top and OP shorts,
with flip flops.  As he walked in he looked at my dad and I.
	"John?" he asked.  "Yeah" I said, thrusting out my hand for him to
shake.  It was then I realized he had a box in his hand.  He placed it on
the floor and extended his hand, shaking it firmly.  He was tan, very tan.
He then extended his hand to my dad and shook it firmly as well.
	"My dad's still getting stuff out of the van," he started.  "I'll
be right back."  Both my dad and I spoke up that we'd help, and we followed
him down to the now crowded corridor of the boy's dorms.  Out in the
parking lot we walked up to a van conversion, with the doors open and saw
someone that I assumed was Matt's dad, busily unloading it.  Matt
introduced me to his dad, and my dad introduced himself.  We all grabbed a
box, and walked it upstairs to our dorm room, which was on the top floor.
Since Matt was a junior, and had been a resident in this hall since his
freshman year, he was able to select a room that was better than bottom
floor.  After a couple of trips we were able to get all of Matt's stuff in
the room.  By then it was lunchtime, so Matt's dad suggested we go eat
lunch.  The campus food service was not up yet, so we drove off campus with
Matt and his dad to Denny's and had lunch.  After lunch we returned, and my
dad took off for home.  I helped Matt and his dad get his stuff unpacked,
and soon his dad left to beat the traffic going back to Thousand Oaks.  The
rest of the afternoon Matt and I got all his stuff put away.  Finally,
about dinnertime Matt and I found that the main dining hall had opened, so
we grabbed some food.  During that time several of Matt's friends came by
to chat, and by the end of the evening I had met a few guys and a couple of
girls.  One of the guys invited us to his room in the fraternity that he
was a member of, so we headed over there.  It was a good time - great guys,
all Christians, and we hung out there until almost midnight, watching a
movie and just chatting.
	School started a few days later, and Matt had spent the time before
that first day giving me a tour of the campus, showing me the best routes
to various classrooms and lecture halls.  He let me in on the best dining
halls, when to hit the bathrooms in our dorm, and he continued to introduce
me to many people he knew on campus.  By the time classes started I was
known by many of Matt's friends, and found that some of them had classes
with me.  As the school year progressed, Matt also helped introduce me to
some of the girls on campus, and I found myself on many double dates with
him.  Matt was really good at giving advice, guiding me to realizing that I
shouldn't "fall in love" right away, but just date for the fun of it.  By
Christmastime I had gone on about 12 dates, some of those were 2nd dates.
I was more confident and enjoying life.  When the Christmas Holidays were
done, we both returned to our dorm life.  But during his time away, Matt
had gotten a little more serious with a girl named Gina, and he was
spending more and more time with her.  It was no biggy for me: I had now
made many friends and I'd spend time with them.  I didn't date as much,
since many of the dates I had been on where doubles with Matt.  But I was
still dating, and finding it very liberating NOT to fall in love.  Soon,
the end of the school year was coming and Matt and I found ourselves
studying until 2 or sometimes 3 in the morning.  It was fine: I couldn't
believe that I was able to stay up that late and still function the next
day.  But, about 2 days before finals started, things changed.
	It was a Friday night, and curfew was 11 PM.  I had gone to bed
early, since I had gotten up early to study, but I was not asleep.  Shortly
after 11, just as the dorm room "sergeant" (that's what we called him) did
his rounds to check for any guys not in their rooms, Matt came into our
room.  The lights were off, but there was light coming into the window from
a pathway light just below our window.  I had gotten used to it, and most
of the time we kept the curtains shut.  Tonight they were open, so I could
see Matt as he came in.  He was quiet, probably thought I was asleep.  He
stripped off his clothes down to his boxers, and climbed into his bed.  I
will admit that in the months of living with Matt we had both stripped down
to our underwear or sometimes even naked in each other's presence, and had
gotten used to it.  Although I will admit that my interest in smooth young
guys had been stimulated a bit when I'd see him naked.  He was careful
never to show me his dick and balls, but I had seen them a couple of times,
and remembered that he was smooth, and had a very small pubic patch at the
base of his dick.  One time, during a weekend spent at my parent's, I had
jacked off thinking of him, but never moved it to the front of my mind, or
ever fantasized about him sexually.
	He slipped into his bed, pulling the sheet and blanket over him.  I
started to feel myself fall asleep, when I heard the sound of Matt's
bedding being tossed back.  Then I heard the unmistakable sound of his
shorts being pulled down.  I was facing the wall, but my mind was racing -
was he jacking?  I turned over to face him, making it appear that it was
just me tossing in my sleep, and sure enough, through my eyes (even though
I needed to wear glasses), I could see him stroking himself.  I lay there,
breathing deeply to make him think I was asleep, yet finding myself excited
to be watching my roomie jack off.  The light from the lamp was bouncing
off the cottage cheese ceiling, reflecting back on him, so he was visible
in the room.  With his right hand he was slowly stroking his now fully
erect cock, and with his left hand he'd alternate between playing this his
smooth balls, or rubbing his left thigh, or tickling his nipples (which I
assumed were erect too), and then sometimes he'd just rest his hand behind
his head, propping it up as to get a better "look".  For myself, I was
growing VERY stiff in my briefs, feeling like I wanted to jack off too.  I
hadn't since my last time home, which was a few weeks back.  I had a full
load in my balls, and watching Matt jacking was really wanting to make me
release that load myself.  But I was cautious, and still pretended I was
asleep.  It wasn't long before I heard Matt's breathing quicken, and get
shallower, and then, he stopped, and in the dimly lit room I could barely
see the jets of white cum shoot out of his cock.  I could sense him
relaxing, still stroking his cock as he continued to cum.  It was then I
realized that, most likely, he had nothing to clean himself up with, unless
he used his shorts or his shirt that he had tossed on the floor.  It was
then that I thought of a bold move.
	I pulled back my sheet and blanket, and getting up out of bed,
reached for the Kleenex box, which was on my side of the room.  I stepped
across the short distance between our two beds, standing next to his bed,
and holding out the box of Kleenex.
	"I figured you needed these."  I tried to be as matter-of-factly
about it as possible.  "Thanks," Matt said quietly, taking out 3-4 tissues.
He wiped his face first, which told me he'd shot far.  He pulled out a few
more Kleenex and wiped the area of his chest.  Then he tooks some more
Kleenex, wiping his flat belly and cleaning out his belly button.  Then he
took a few more Kleenex, and lifting up his still erect cock, wiped it down
and then the patch of hair at the base, and finished up his belly.
	"That was A LOT," he said, dropping all the Kleenex to the floor.
"That's what happens when you don't jerk off for a few weeks, and you get
hot with your girlfriend but she won't do anything."  I asked what had
happened, and Matt told me that he and Gina had been making out in a nice
quiet spot, and he tried to cop a feel of her tits.  In the past he had
told me that they were borderline active sexually.  He had told me of times
they French kissed, or humped each other.  So, he was surprised that she
wouldn't let him feel her up.  He said that's why he had jerked off - he's
been horned up because he thought he was going to get some tit in his hand,
and he had to get off.  Then he looked up at me, standing next to his bed,
just in my tighty whities with a full bulge and the tip of my cockhead
peeking out over the waistband.  "When did you last jerk off, John?"  I
shrugged my shoulders, dropping the Kleenex box on the nightstand next to
his bed.  "Last time I was at home," I responded, "so like what, 4 weeks or
so ago."  Matt then propped himself up on his elbows, and looked at my
bulge in my briefs.  He then pushed himself up a bit and reached over,
touching the exposed tip of my cock.  Looking up at me and giving an impish
smile, he said "Looks like you enjoyed me jerking off as much as I did." He
then moved his hand down and started to squeeze my dick through my briefs,
using his thumb and forefinger.  "Maybe you enjoyed it even more."  Now he
started to run his fingers along my hardened shaft, still through the
fabric of my briefs.  I felt myself actually get harder!  He then moved his
free hand up to the waistband of my shorts, and pulled it out away from me
and down, releasing my enlarged cock.  He continued to pull down, working
his way around the waistband, freeing my briefs from my hips.  As he
reached behind me to pull my briefs over my flat butt, I felt my cock touch
his cheek, and felt the stickyness of my precum as it left a damp on his
smooth cheek.  He pulled back, working my briefs down to the floor.  Then
he shifted himself to the far side of his bed, patting the area he just
vacated.  "Lay down, John," he whispered suggestively.  He patted the bed
again - I didn't need a 2nd invitation.  I stepped out of my briefs, and
laid down next to Matt.  He was laying on his side, so I had room.  As I
moved into a comfortable position I could feel his naked body pressing
against mine, and feel his still semi-hard cock pressed against my hip.  He
had one hand propping up his head, so he was looking down at me.
	"So," he started.  "Ever been jerked off by a guy before?"  As he
asked this question he took my fully hard cock in his hand, and started to
gently massage it.  Damn!  If felt GOOD!  His motions were gentle yet firm.
"No," I replied truthfully. "I've only played with myself."  I lay there,
feeling the gentle firmness of his stroking motions of my cock.  I'd feel
him alter his grip, sometimes firm, sometimes loose.  He'd alter between
circling my shaft with his hand, or just using his thumb and forefinger.
Then he'd let go, and run his hand over my hairy balls.  "Dude, you are
hairy down there!" he declared in a whisper.  I responded that I had always
been, since i was in jr. high.  "You should trim it off.  I trim mine,
although I don't have to do my balls.  I don't have hair on there."  As he
said this I looked down to what I could see of his cock (since he was
pressed against me I couldn't see it too well.)  Matt noticed me looking,
so he backed away a bit, revealing his smooth balls and just a small patch
at the base of his cock.  "Actually," he started.  "I do need to trim
again.  I use my dad's beard trimmer.  I put a #1 on there and get it
smooth.  I even shaved it once.  Made me look like I was 14."  As he said
that my cock leaped, not just because he was stroking it, but the thought
of him looking like a 14 year old was hot to me.  I had always liked
younger teen guys, ever since I had the crush on our 13 year old paperboy
when I was 15. Matt must've sensed something, because after my cock jiggled
from what he said, he started to stroke me firmly, at the same time,
pressing himself against me so that his now fully hard cock was leaking on
my hip.
	After a couple of minutes of his jerking me, and playing with my
shaft and balls, he leaned over and whispered in my ear.  "You didn't
answer my question," he said, in a somewhat authoritarian tone.  "Have you
ever been jerked off by another guy before?"  I told him no.  Then he got
close to my ear - almost close enough to kiss my cheek.  "So, then, I would
guess you've never had your cock sucked off by a guy either."  This was so
matter of factly stated, that I just simply said "no."  He released my
cock, and pushed himself up a bit from the bed.  "Well, then," he started.
"First time for everything, right?"  In the room's dim light I could see a
small, impish smile cross his face.  Then, he moved himself down towards
the foot of the bed, and laid down across my legs, positioning his face
over my crotch.  He moved my legs such that they were not under him, but
somewhat over his shoulders.  I put my hands behind my head, propping
myself up to watch as Matt took my cock in his hand, and with his tongue,
licked the ooze of precum off the tip of my cock.  HOLY CRAP!, I thought!
He then laced his tongue down the vein of my cock shaft, down to my balls,
where he stopped, and spit a hair out.  "Man!" he started.  "You ARE
hairy!"  I giggled self conciously.  Matt then took the head of my cock
into his mouth. I could feel the wet warmth as his tongue swirled around my
cock head.  He pulled off me, stroked me a few times, then went fully down
on me, slowly taking me into his mouth all the way down to my balls!  SHIT!
I couldn't believe this.  I threw my head back in ecstasy.  I was used to
not making noise, since all the years living at home, with my mom such a
light sleeper, I had learned to be quiet when I climaxed.  So, as Matt
started to bob up and down on my cock, I just moaned quietly.  I lay there,
getting sucked, thinking of how I had wanted to suck a young guy, and here
was a young guy sucking me.  All the sexual feelings for Matt that I had
buried now released themselves.  I laid there enjoying his oral
attentiveness, wondering if I was his first - feeling pretty confident I
wasn't.  He was too good.  But soon I felt it - the feeling of being just
about ready to cum.  I whispered that I was going to cum, expecting him to
pull off of me, but he didn't.  Then it happened - the best orgasm I'd ever
had.  I felt my belly tighten, and my legs stretched out, and I sat up a
bit as I felt my cock explode, shooting God knew how much cum into Matt's
mouth.  He did not pull off as my cock pulsed repeatedly, shooting more
into him.  I figured that if he'd not eaten it I would have spayed all the
way to my face, maybe even to the wall behind his pillow!  It was that
forceful.  As my cock slowed its pulses, I felt Matt almost suck on me like
I was a straw, draining out and swallowing as much of my cum as he could.
Finally, he stopped, and pulled off my still swollen cock, licking his
lips.  "Kleenex," was all he said.  I reached over to the nightstand and
grabbed the Kleenex box.  He pulled out a few Kleenexes and I could see him
wipe off his mouth a bit.
	"Wow," he said quietly.  "That was a HUGE load!"  I giggled again,
and whispered "Thanks."  He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and
then lay back down next to me.  I looked in his eyes.
       "That was awesome, man," I said.  We laid there for a few seconds
before I spoke again.  "So,' I began. "I'm guessin' I'm, uh, well, not your
first, right?"  Matt started to run his fingers through my forest of pubic
hair.
       "No," he quietly replied.  After a pause he said "you're....my...."
and tapped his fingers on my belly, obviously counting.  ".....fourth," he
finally said.
       "Fourth?" I asked.
       Matt giggled.  "You sound surprised," he said.  "Too many?" he
asked.
       "No," I replied.  "I actually thought it'd be more - like 8 or 10
guys including me."  Matt sniggered.
       "Nah," he said, now lying against the wall.  "My first was with a
buddy when we were 12.  It was the first time I ever sucked dick.  The 2nd
was another guy when I was 16 and he was 15, and that was the first time I
swallowed.  The a couple of summers ago I was a counselor at our church
summer stuff, and there was a 16 year old guy that, well, kinda made it
obvious he was into suckin' cock.  So, one night my family was out, and I
invited him over, and he sucked ME off."  Matt looked at me, and said
"That's all I've ever done - jerk, suck and be sucked.  Never did anything
else like anal or anything."  I laid there, thinking to myself I'd never
done anything, other than playing with a buddy just before I turned 13, and
having the crush on our 13 year old paperboy when I was 15.  But I decided
not to say anything.  Matt now started to touch my almost totally limp
dick, which made me jump a bit, and I lifted up my head slightly to see him
touching me again.  "Sorry," he started.  I laid back my head into the
pillow, and looked at the clock in our room - it was after midnight.  I
mentioned that I was tired and pushed myself out of bed, picking my briefs
up off the floor and slipping back into them.  As I went to my bed I heard
the sound of Matt's bedding being pulled back up, and then as I got into my
bed I saw him turn and face the wall, sleeping on his side.  I lay in my
bed, tired, but thinking of what had just happened.  I pretty much fell
asleep convinced that this was a one-time thing, and we'd never do this
again.  I was asleep soon after that.
	The next morning dawned and it was like nothing had happened the
night before.  We hung out with some of our friends as we usually did in
the morning, and then, since finals were coming.  And for the next couple
of weeks as we went through finals, we barely saw each other.  I knew he
wasn't avoiding me, and I was intentionally acting in a way to show I was
not avoiding him.  Finally, after all the exams were over, we headed out
with his girlfriend, and a girl that I liked that happened to know Matt,
and we enjoyed dinner and then a movie.  Soon, move out day was upon us,
and Matt's dad, along with my dad, were at the dorm room, helping us move
out.  As we said our goodbyes, Matt shook my hand, then took me in a manly
embrace.