Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2014 16:39:50 -0700
From: "e_bacrot@yahoo.com" <e_bacrot@yahoo.com>
Subject: College with Kenny

This story was from my freshman year of college.  New England area, state
college.  I have written some other stories about my experiences, Justin,
Nick, Taylor, and I like the fact other people can enjoy my experiences
with me years later.  Enjoy!

I shared a double room with my best friend growing up, Mike.  He wasn't an
athlete at all and didn't really care for any sports, but we had been
friends since we were 5 years old and got along great.  We looked out for
each other and protected each other, we just knew each other so well that
we didn't need to talk about things.  These things were necessary when
starting college, uncharted territory for both of us, but at least we had
each other's backs if something happened.  I was not the confident, strong
headed person I was later on, so my first experience with a guy freshman
year was kinda scary for me and the guy I met.  He ended up being another
freshman moving in the same dorm, but not the same suite.  It was like a
whirlwind the first week in college; meeting new people, figuring out
classes, buying books etc.  I had only a few experiences with guys in
highschool, and they were awkward and at times, weird...but college comes
along and I guess it was tabula rasa now.  (Blank slate to save you the
google search.)  No one knew me, I was going to play hockey in the winter,
but hadn't met any of the team yet.  I had an orientation with other
players before I started, but not really getting to know each other.  So
for now, it was me and Mike getting our shit together.  And no, I never
fooled around with him, and never thought about it.  I was 5 months older
and he always looked at me like a big brother type, although I looked at
him the same way sometimes.  It was, and still is an unbreakable bond
between us...nice to know you have someone in your life you can always rely
on to be there, and that was him for me, and me for him.  We set the room
up, parents left, and we went exploring.

Nothing much happened the first day, we met our suitemates, nothing
special.  Mike knew one other person going to our school and invited him
with us to dinner, I had never met him.  He grew up in the town over, and
was a friend of his cousin, so I thought it was cool we knew at least one
other person here the first day.  I should mention, I was looking for
something, anything at this point. I broke up with my girlfriend from
highschool because she ended up going to Penn State, and at 18 in a new
surrounding, I wasn't going to indulge the long distance thing.  So guy or
girl, I was after it, and lucky me I ended up finding both, but this story
will only focus on the guy.  So we got to the cafe on campus for dinner and
looked around for our dinner partner, I had no idea who to look for, and I
don't think Mike really remembered his face too well either.  So we just
ate, looking around the whole time and seeing no one making an effort to
find us.  I got up to get a second plate and another soda when a kid came
walking over to me.

Kid: Are you Mike?

Me: No, are you looking for a Mike?

Kid: Yea, I was supposed to meet him and friend for dinner.

Me: Ahhh, thats us dude, we are sitting right over there, I'm gonna grab
another plate, head over, I'll be right over.

He went over to our table and I looked over to see Mike and him chatting
and laughing, probably because we were 10 feet apart for 30 mins and
couldn't find each other.  I thought, shit, I didn't get his name or
introduce myself or anyting.  Fuck.  I walked back over to the table and
sat down.

Me: Sorry, I'm Brandon, didn't mean to be an asshole.

Kid: No problem, I'm Kenny.

Me: Nice to meet you, we are in the same dorm I think?

Kenny: Yea, I'm 2 floors above you.

Ok so about Kenny.  Slight in frame, but broad shoulders.  Maybe 5'6" or so
and 130 pounds if I had to guess.  I was 6 foot, so he was a bit shorter
than me.  He was adopted from birth, his dad was peruvian and his mother I
guess was "white".  He never knew his mother so he didn't know exactly what
other nationalities he was.  Black hair, cut short, but it had a natural
combed look to it without any styling gel. Big brown eyes and a huge white
toothy smile.  A really attractive kid, and he always seemed like he had a
permanent smile on his face.  If it was a hands down contest of the most
attractive guy I ever fooled around with, Kenny would win, but maybe that
was because I was young and was a little taken by him.  His voice was
always peppered with laughter when he spoke, and he took nothing very
seriously.  Pretty much the way everyone would want to go through life, he
wore his rose colored glasses all time I guess.  It was refreshing to be
near a kid so free spirted, because Mike and I were still getting used to
the college scene; Kenny just didn't seem to care, and nothing bothered
him.  So we invited him and whoever he wanted to bring back to our room
after dinner to get to know each other.  He said he would be there, and we
told him come by around 8 or so.  Mike and I finished unpacking everything
and thankfully, my dad helped me smuggle some booze in.  Mike had brought
some beers in, so we were ready for a party I guess.  Our dorm phone rang
and it was Mike's parents.  His sister was going into labor and he was
going to be an uncle.  He was happy and pissed at the same time, but left
to drive back home to meet his new nephew.  So I was the single host of the
whatever we had going party wise now.  Internet was slow back then, this
was 1998 or so, so I tried to download some music before the party, only
ended up getting 2 songs before they arrived haha. It was Kenny and two
girls.  Two were hot, and one was not.  Of course I mean Kenny and one of
the girls were hot, the other was...ehhh.  So I tried to impress them
playing music on my PC, and they were....until they realized I only had two
songs to play. I hadn't brought my cd's or anything yet, my dad was coming
the next day with another load of stuff for the room, Mike and I only moved
in the essentials the first day.  I got some beers out of the fridge and we
started talking.  I was wondering who these girls were.  Kenny got up to
use the bathroom, I took this as an opportunity to find out some info.

Me: So, you guys in our dorm too?  My name is Brandon, nice to meet you.

Hot Girl: Hi, I'm Caitlin, and this is Kelly.

Me: How do you know Kenny?

Caitlin: Oh I don't really know him.  We live across the hall from his
suite and we met earlier, he asked me if I wanted to come over here and
hang out.  We have to leave soon though and finish setting up the room.

Me: Oh, cool. Nice to meet you.

She smiled at me, and I asked where exactly in the dorm she lived.  We
exchanged dorm extensions and she got up to leave right when Kenny came
back.  He had been gone for almost a 1/2 hour.  Must have been a rough piss
I thought.  Girls said goodbye and Kenny sat down next to me at the
computer.

Kenny: Sorry about that, I went back up to the room to get some music.

Me: No problem man.

He had a ton of energy, but I found out later he was easy to shut off.  He
was horrible at handling alcohol.  Not that I was 1st class at 18, but he
was just a fucking mess after 3-4 drinks.

Me: You want a beer?..or I brought some hard stuff we can mix with coke?

Kenny: Yea, the hard stuff...can we download more music on this thing?

Me: Yea, takes awhile though, might want to pop in one of your CDs.

So he did, and apparently he was a big rap fan.  Busta Woo Hah was the
first song, I didn't care though, I like all music as long as it fits the
moment.  We just sat there together exploring the internet, waiting a lot
of course, but he had no experience with computers.  So he switched CDs,
Biggie had just come out with his new album and we started playing it.

Kenny: This shit is dope, you are gonna fucking love it!

Wow, he was getting drunk quick...and yes I loved it, I have no problem
with good rap, and back then it was good for the mood.  He started grabbing
my shoulder and trying to rock me with him to the music.  I was wondering
what the fuck was happening.  I mean I never expected anything to happen my
first night at school and I don't think he was gay or anything, but if he
was comfortable with grabbing a guy's shoulder he just met, then who knows.
So we listened to half the album and he had to take a piss.  He stood up
and could barely keep himself up.  I was an amateur dealing with situations
like this so I grabbed him and helped him into the bathroom.  I moved him
into the large bathroom toilet and closed the door behind us.  He was
shitfaced and smiling at me.

Me: You gonna piss?

Kenny: Maybe haha...help please (he mumbled).

He was fumbling at his jeans and seemed to be way beyond being able to do
anything by himself.  To this day, I have never met a kid that can handle
his booze worse than Kenny.  He started pissing everywhere so I reach down
and held his dick and aimed it at the toilet.  He was uncircumsized, first
one I had ever touched in real life.  Not very big, in fact pretty small,
but he might be a grower.  I thought, what the hell, I need to piss too, so
I whipped out my dick with my other hand and we shared a pissing moment
haha.  His eyes were glazed over and I don't think he knew what was going
on.  I shook both our dicks after and zipped up.  I helped him stuff his
shit back in and looked at him.  I made my first move in college, I was
drunk and he was shitfaced.  I turned his head and kissed him, surprisingly
he opened his mouth and we made out a little in the toilet stall.  We
backed off and he was smiling, I don't think he even knew what was going
on, and I didn't either.  We went back to my room and he just collapsed on
the bed.  I was feeling really shitty too, but still wanted to take a
chance if I could.  He hadn't passed out yet and was still chatting.

Me: You wanna do something?

Kenny: hahah, sure, whatever, what are we doing? (he was really drunk and
so was I)

I got into bed with him, we both still had our clothes on and I tried to
make out and fool around with him but we both ended up passing out. I don't
think he knew what I meant when I said "do something", and to be honest, I
didn't really know either.  Although he was terrible with dealing with
alcohol, he was fresh and bright eyed every morning like nothing happened,
never had a hangover.  I still beat him in waking up, its always been my
thing getting up early, and I rose up a little to look at him.  I was
trying to remember what we did last night, I remembered that we had done
nothing.  So I got up and showered, I put some music on while I was gone,
hopefully it would wake him up.  I was thinking about a lot of things in
the shower, nervous he would remember last night and think I took advantage
of him.  To be honest, I was as close to shitfaced as he was the night
before, so although I remembered the night, I didn't remember much of the
details of what happened.  I came back to the room and he was up and
looking up stuff on my computer.

Kenny: Hey Brandon, I was trying to download more music, how do I find it?

Me: I'll show you, let me get dressed.

So I dropped my towel with my back to him.  I was still a little modest at
that age, so I wasn't giving him a show or anything.  I saw him looking at
my ass in the mirror on my dresser, probably just curious I guess.  Even
straight guys (if he was) like to check out other guys, see what is going
on and compare, nothing wrong with that.  So I got dressed and started to
turn around, his head snapped back to the screen, and gave a look like he
was searching for something important.  I showed him how I got music back
then, it was napster I think, early file sharing stuff, but it took forever
to download.  So we put a couple songs we wanted in the download queue, and
went to breakfast, they would be done hopefully by the time we got back.
We talked a little, nothing about the night before, so I don't thing he
remembered.  He had to go to his room after and we made plans to hang out
again that night.  We left breakfast and I did some final touches on the
room, I talked to Mike and he would be gone until at least the next day.  I
congratulated him on being an uncle, and said we would have a drink to
celebrate when he got back.  I headed to the gym to work out a little, and
just see what it had to offer.  I didn't know anyone there so I just did my
thing for an hour and then headed back to my room.  I had ended up
downloading a good number of songs by late afternoon, so that was good.  I
heard a knock on the door, and thought its too early for Kenny to stop by.
I opened the door.

Caitlin: Hey!, Thought I would stop by and say hello.

Me: Cool, umm, I was about to shower, I just got back from working out, if
you want come by a little later, Kenny and I are gonna hang out.

Caitlin: Thanks, but I think I would like it better if you and I just hung
out.

I got the message.  I told her we could set something up and I turned to
close the door with her leaving.  She grabbed the back of my head and
kissed me.  So that was that.  Like I said, I was looking for anything, but
Kenny was my goal for now.  She was hot, and I wanted to slam her, but I
wanted something with Kenny first in my mind; my 18 year old mind that had
no idea what it was doing.  Hours went by, I showered and hung out with
some other guys in the suite, nothing big happened.  I went to dinner
before he was coming over and just kinda stared off in the distance
thinking.  I got back around 7pm and almost immediately Kenny walked in
behind me (I left my door open).

Kenny: Hey dude, lets get this thing started!

Me: Absolutley.

So I was doing ok for my first few days.  I had a girl interested in me,
and a guy I was interested in.  I never did get to see his body the night
before, but I assumed he was pretty fit.  He had a tight shirt on and jean
shorts and it showed off his chest definition really well.  I had made
plans to hang out with Caitlin the next day at breakfast and plan something
more, but again, the story isn't about her.  So Kenny and I listened to the
music I had downloaded during the day and started to chat about different
stuff.  He must have been a clown in high school, because he made jokes and
laughed a lot at the questions I was asking.  Maybe he was nervous around
new people, I don't know, but if he was he fooled me.  I knew one other guy
close to him in personality, but still they were very different.  Kenny
just didn't let anything bother him and opened up to whatever his college
experience gave him.  I was surprised he didn't seem to care he slept over
here the last night, and he didn't mention it either.  Its difficult trying
to be in my 18 year old frame of mind while I write this at 35 years old.
I overjustify and make it seem like I had a plan and was in control, but
thats not the way it went, so forgive me.  Things just happened, maybe I
helped things happen, but I had no idea what I was doing.  I say that a lot
in my stories, but I say that because it is true.  In real life, away from
fantasy fiction, 18 year old freshmen in college have no idea what they are
doing, and if they act like they do, they are either faking it (like I
was), or had some delusional false sense of acceptance which always
eventually showed.  Or, it was a kid like Kenny, who just didn't care.
Those were the best kind, he had no idea what to expect and he never
planned ahead for anything, just drifted along.  I was glad we became
friends early into our college experience.  The night went on, listening to
music and learning about each other. He was having problems with drinking
again.

Me: You ok Kenny?  Maybe slow down a little bit. (It was only 10pm)

Kenny: I'm fine! (drunk)

I liked to stare at his face when he talked.  He was extremely handsome, I
don't think he even knew how attractive he was.  His interracial background
came together in the best ways possible I guess, jaw line, eyes,
everything.  I was getting extremely hot inside and wanted to try
something.  Took a little bit of time to convince myself to do it though, I
had almost no confidence in my first real attempt with a guy in college.  I
say "real attempt" because I don't count the night before in the bathroom;
neither one of us remembered much of what had happened.  I was just hoping
his dick was looking for whatever it could get like mine was.  The bathroom
would end up being my good luck spot with him for the first few meetings.
I got up to go the bathroom and he said he needed to go as well.  He was
stumbling a little bit, not as bad as the night before, but he was drunk.
I helped him down the hall and back into the large stall.  I closed the
door and thought, this was my chance.  I had a really good buzz going and I
was extremely excited and scared about what would happen next.  He never
had a problem pissing with me, next to each other, and I sure as shit
didn't either.  He started pissing, and his aim was better than the night
before, but I grabbed his dick anyway and helped him.  He didn't seem to
mind.  I grabbed his hand and put it on my dick and told him to aim it for
me.  He used my dick as a firehose and was laughing as he aimed it on the
walls and floor.  I laughed a little too and started to slowly squeeze his
dick and jerk him a little.

Kenny: hahah I'm getting hard!

I grabbed his hand and started to move his hand up and down my dick too, he
didn't seem to mind again.  We didn't say a word and just jerked each other
off in a college suite bathroom.  I sat down on the urinal and grabbed his
waist to move him over.  I took his dick in my mouth and started to suck
him.  Not my plan at all, just happened...I wanted to do it and he didn't
resist.  He told me to stop so I did.  He said he was going to cum soon.  I
didn't understand what he meant, isn't that the point?

Me: Sorry I guess, I thought you would like it.

Kenny: It was great! hahaha (I still don't think he understood what was
going on)

He was drunk, but not blackout shitfaced, I don't think he really
understood what we were doing.  I don't think he ever did really to be
honest.  We went back to my room and continued our night drinking and
music.  I wasn't done though, I was really confused about what happened and
how he understood it.  I think he took it more like a college prank thing
and just fooling around, but I was much more serious about the whole thing.
Not serious in the fact I wanted to date him or anything, but serious in
the fact that I wanted the whole package, not just 5 mins in a bathroom.

Me: Want me to help you upstairs back to your room?

Kenny: No, I'll stay here, I can't walk dude haha.

Jesus what was this kid up to.  I think I made a bad read on him, but I
would give it one more shot before we went to sleep.  I took a long sip of
my drink and mustered up the confidence.

Me: Want to finish what we did in the bathroom?

Kenny: haha, sure, what did we do?

I was getting impatient and rather than explain it to him, I was going to
show him.  My roommate would be back the next day, and who knows when I had
the room to myself again.  People blame alcohol for creating lots of
problems in life, but it also creates 90% of gay hookups in college, I have
no doubt of that having lived it many times.  I'm sure some of the guys
reading this disagree with me, and have great stories about meeting guys at
class and hitting it off, or making a friend early on freshman year and you
both had the same intentions of meeting another guy.  But I think the
majority of guys that hooked up with another guy lived a similar situation
to mine.  Alcohol might give you false confidence, but its better than no
confidence. Anyway, I got up and sat down next to him on my bed and asked
him if he was tired.

Kenny: Not really, I think I'll let nature take its course on sleeping. (He
smiled)

I guess he meant whenever he passed out. I didn't want to molest him or
anything while he was sleeping, so if we were going to do anything it had
to be now.  I was still scared and I could feel my stomach churning.
Looking back, I don't know what I was afraid of, but I was afraid that
night.  So my first real chance I took on a guy happened.  I put my hand on
his leg and rubbed up and down, heading further up toward his dick.  He
didn't do anything.  I opened his fly and put my hand in, just feeling
around at whatever I could find.

Me: You like this?

Kenny: Yea.

I didn't know if he did or was just off in his little world, but he never
told me to stop or actually say anything for that matter.  I grabbed his
drink out of his hand and put it down on the desk in front of us.  I opened
my fly and put his hand inside, I think he got the idea now. We did some
sloppy rubbing of each others guy parts for a little bit.  I wanted to make
out with him, but I was a little nervous on that.  This was still just two
guys jerking each other which wasn't "normal" for some people, but I had
some experience with it in high school and knew this part of it.  He was
looking straight ahead sitting next to me on the bed with his eyes half
closed.  I don't if he was getting sleepy or liking the feeling of my
jerking him off.  The last time I had his dick in my mouth he thought it
was a joke, this wasn't a joke and I think he understood that.  I got down
off the bed and jerked myself while I laid him back and started to suck
him.  I had never swallowed cum before, but I had made up my mind tonight
was going to be my first.  I didn't need cum all over my bed and rug, I
didn't want to explain things later or wash my comforter the next morning
either.  I was bobbing up and down pretty good, I was still an amateur at
cocksucking, but I don't think it matter for Kenny.  I figured out quick
that he wasn't sleepy, he was really enjoying what was happening.  Half way
through I was having second thoughts, god only knows why.  I already had
his dick in my mouth, I had no idea why I said what I did.  I rose up off
him and asked:

Me: Is this ok?

Kenny: Yes.

Me: You sure?

Kenny: Yes, keep going.

He was really blunt now, but his words reassured me.  Like I said before,
he wasn't that big at all, but plenty for me to explore.  I tried different
things I never did before, licking his balls a little, jerking him a little
while I had my mouth just on his tip.  I had to stop jerking myself, I was
going to blow a load all over the floor if I kept up.  I wanted to see if
he was at least interested in giving me some action.  He lasted about 8
mins total before his ass came off the bed and he started shooting.  He
held my head down on his dick, probably just instinct for him, and I
swallowed my first cumshot.  I forget what it tasted like back then in my
18yr old mind, because now I just know it tasted like cum :).  He stayed on
his back on the bed and I put his underwear back on.  I had to see if he
was interested in returning the favor or at least finishing me with his
hand.  He moved around so he was laying lengthwise on the bed, so I took my
dick out of my boxers and stood next to the bed.  He looked over and
smiled.

Kenny: Whats up with that thing?  It looks happy haha

Me: haha yea

I was thinking "not happy enough".  I moved closer to him and he reached
out and fondled my balls a little bit.  I got more bold and put my dickhead
right in his face.  God, open up please I was praying, just make this
happen tonight.  He just stared at it for a few mins while he started to
stroke me, I had almost given up hope when he pulled me closer and
eventually put my head in his mouth.  I lasted about 30 secs and started to
cum.  I should have warned him, that was my fault.  He coughed a little bit
and cum was spewing out the sides of his mouth.  I don't know if he
swallowed any because my bed looked like 10 guys blew on it now.  I told
him to get up and changed my top sheet.  Thankfully I had time to clean the
room before my roommate got back the next day, the room and bed smelled
like cum.  I threw him on the bed and tried to make out a little.  He was
fading, but returned a few kisses before falling asleep.

I'll write some more about Kenny and I.  Feel free to comment, I'm trying
(again) to make this story as close to what happened.  I guess getting an
erection while writing it is a good sign.