Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2008 09:44:03 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "A Different Sort of Dude, Part One" by Jay Roberts   Gay College

"A Different Sort of Dude, Part One" by Jay Roberts   Gay College

	++Simple instructions:  under 18 leave,depart,scram.
              Over 18 and dirty minded: stay,tarry,sit.


"Let's see Jake Morrison.  I don't seem to have a dorm assignment for you.
Are you sure you are registered.  Oh, wait, here it is.  You'll be rooming
with another frosh, Duke Tanner."

Whew, it would have been the absolute shits if my dorm reservation was
lost.  I dragged my footlocker up the three flights of stairs.  The room
door was open.  No one was there.  I guess his royal highness, Duke hadn't
arrived yet.  I opened the trunk and began putting stuff in the dresser
draw.  To be nice, I took the lower two drawers.  There was no closet, just
a clothes rack.  I only needed a small part of it.  I pushed my footlocker
under the lower bunk.  I guess the early bird gets the worm.  Himself will
take the upper bunk.

I lay down on the bunk and closed my eyes.  It had been a hard day so far.
I was half asleep when I heard voices in the open doorway.  There was a
tall, broad kid with curly blond hair standing there kissing a girl.  "Glad
I ran in to you.  What's your name again?  I expect benefits, bitch, so be
ready."  She laughed.  Soon she disappeared and two boys behind him began
carrying in two large soft, zipper cases.  Each one could contain a body.
"Nice work boys.  I promise to send a donation soon to the Gay, lesbian,
trans something group to show my appreciation girls."

Oh no, I am getting a shit head, homophobic, prejudiced jerk for a
roommate.  He stood looking at his bags, then me. "Don't just lay there,
pull these into the room, unzip them and unpack me."

I said something that I probably shouldn't have.  "What do you think I am,
your servant?"

He grabbed my shoulders, pulled me upright and took a piece of my tee shirt
and twisted it until I was hurting.  Then he threw me back on the bed.
"You look like a queer to me.  You're dressed so nice, your hair is combed
just right; you don't smell like a man.  I think you're going to be my boi.
Get with the unpacking, right now!"

In a small voice, I said, "For the sake of peace, and we are roommates.
I'll help you, but I expect you will owe me."

The only sound from Duke was a loud "Hah," and the noise of bedsprings as
he plopped into the bed I had just vacated.  "You have been awarded the top
bunk.  Now leave me in peace, don't make a racket as you unpack.

In a moment his strong snores filled the room.  I moved over and looked
down on him.  Asleep, he looked angelic.  His curly dark lashes lay on his
cheeks.  Dark lashes and blond hair, what a combination.  His face was
classic Greek male beauty, but it was his body that begged for admiration.
Broad shoulders, pecs pushing against his tee shirt and brawny arm muscles
bulging in his tan hairless arms.

I shook myself into action and opened the first bag.  A smell of manliness
escaped like the beings from Pandora's box.  I could easily have pushed my
face in that bag and stayed the night.  Oh well, to work.  I placed his
stuff on my upper berth.  First there was three pair of bikini briefs in
red, royal blue and black.  I like the black best.  Then I fished out from
the bags, six pair of sneakers, three baseball gloves, two pair of blue
jeans and a dozen crew socks.  The rest of the find was toilet articles, no
shave lotion I noticed, three dozen condoms, miscellaneous other stuff,
like foot power and ointment for jock itch.

Quietly I put the stuff away.  Just as I finished, he sat up, scratched his
balls and croaked out, "I knew you were queer.  Thanks Nancy for unpacking
me.  Say, you do give blow jobs?"  He sat up and leaned on his elbows and
talked confidentially, "You see, I usually get laid when I'm with a girl,
but let's say she's on the rag and I need a sperm drain.  Can I count on
you, with your pretty baby mouth?"

Now let me take a moment to tell you what went through my mind.  I do have
the hots for guys, but I have never acted on it.  I am a virgin in every
way and frankly going nuts for sex.  My friend Nick and I did a little
stuff when we pretended to sleep, but this was just pups playing around.

"I don't know why you are acting like I'm a...a...queer or something.  If
you are hard up, jerk off."

He laughed his Duke laugh, his head thrown back and his perfect teeth and
pink tongue in action.  "Jerk off.  That's what you do.  Just don't do it
here.  Now I might do it, but that's okay.  Don't watch or anything."

What went on for the next month was no fun for me.  Duke was like two
people, awake he taunted me, even shoved his stuff in my face, and verbally
abused me but, at night, when he was asleep, he was mine.  He was a sleeper
like no other.  You could fire a cannon in his ear and he wouldn't wake up.
Once I found this out, he was my nighttime plaything.

He had a sleep routine that got my cock up and shaking.  He'd layout on the
bed, his arms and legs splayed out, on his back.  Then just before going
into his coma-like sleep, he'd kick the sheet off.  There he was totally
revealed, his blond pubes moving in the slight breeze from the ceiling fan,
and his sweet flaccid dick laying coyly to the side, over his smooth
hipbone.  I was patient.  I waited for that deep breathing to start.  Then
I knew he was out, and he was my male mannequin to play with.  So much
better than one of those inflatable dolls.  He never knew, but we had a
love affair, me and the sleeping epitome of cuteness, no even more than
cute, gorgeousness.

I had a routine.  First I'd stand over him.  Luckily he grabbed the lower
bunk (better to molest you my sweet), and just let his beauty overwhelm me,
leaving me stiff-cocked and breathing hard.  Then came the next earthly
delight was leaning down and inhaling his delicious odor.  Oh, my head
reeled.  The spiciness, the faint BO, the...well the Duke-ness of it.  I
was dizzy with it.  Then that marble white chest, rising and falling.  That
attracted me next.  I passed my hand over his muscular pec, pausing for a
tweak on his pale pink tits.  He murmured in his sleep, no doubt into a
dream of boy/girl sex.  It's okay with me, as long as I get mine.

His cock began to waken.  It thickened and lifted slightly, the movement
bringing a new fragrance to the area.  It was not smegma, no, rather like
new mown grass, maybe.

His lips parted to allow him to breath better as I lifted his warm shaft
into my cupped hand.  It lay there in seeming gratitude for the attention,
but as I began to move slightly, it got hard and willful.  His hips moved
slightly to get more feel-goodies.  A bit of moisture formed on the pink
head of his cock.  That added a new intimate odor for my nose to feed on.

Before proceeding, I stopped a minute to examine him more fully.  He had
big feet, but beautifully shaped.  I passed my hand over the sole.  He
pulled it back sharply.  I see that big brute is boyishly ticklish.  How
sweet and venerable.  I wish I had the nerve to turn him over so I could
see his ass.  I knew it was muscular, but I never actually saw his asshole,
during these nightly attentions.

Upwards I feasted my eyes on his balloon-like thighs.  He could crush a
football between them.  He belly was flat, no hair.  Wait, he was
scrunching around.  I think the sleepy boy needs to get off.

I reached down and cradled his cock again and exerted a bit of firm
pressure.  His hips lifted slightly and his mouth opened wider for
breathing.  I began a very gentle shagging of his organ, now as hard as it
would ever be.  His piss slit was pouring nectar in his growing excitement.
Now came my supreme moment, I grabbed my cum rag and held it near my own
cock and began a vigorous stimulation of his shaft, stopping to tickle the
underside of his generous balls.  Duke's cock was vibrating in my hand, his
own special pre orgasm characteristic.  Then it began leaping in
excitement.  I stroked myself harder, moaning with lust.  Then I put my
mouth on his dick, licking off the pre cum, preparing to swallow the mother
lode.  His hips lifted in the air, his face screwed up into a mask of agony
and he began delivering the milk.  In the next few minutes, my mind was
blank as my cock spewed a heavy load of cum into my stiff cum rag.  Duke
pulsed and shot into my hungry mouth.  When he was finished, I licked him
clean, covered him with his sheet and went back to my bed.

What I will confess now is that I returned to him, sometimes as many as
three times to repeat this wild activity.  He never disappointed me, he
seemed to revive between milkings to have a fresh supply of spooge for me.

These nights, my activity of being a sperm Vampire had its effects on Duke.
He awoke in the morning complaining that he was too tired to go to class.
I usually convinced him to go.  Then too, he seemed to slack off on his
dates with girls.  "I'm just bored with that bitch."  But my guess was that
he was so satisfied sexually due to my ministrations that his libido was
dimmed, but ready late at night.

Things would have gone on the same way, perhaps until he discovered my
nightly, shall we say rapes, and then I'd get beat up and he'd move to
another dorm.  Yeah, that's the usual, but this story is different.  You
will find out in part two.

End Part One.