Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2004 22:50:11 -0400
From: Tristan
Subject: First Night in the Dorm

The story herein is copyrighted by the author. It contains descriptions of
sexual activity between consenting adults and is intended for adult readers
only.

First Night in the Dorm

I went off to college with some trepidation, but with a feeling of optimism
and excitement as well. My dad drove me up to campus with the entire SUV
completely loaded with boxes and bags of everything I felt was going to be
absolutely essential my freshman year in the dorms.

Dad helped me unpack, and we made about a dozen trips up and down the three
flights of stairs to my new dorm room. When we were done, he hugged my
goodbye and headed off for home. Exhausted and sweaty, I decided to take a
shower and crash on the bead for a few hours, before trying out the
cafeteria for dinner.

My dorm room was part of a three bedroom suite than included a living room
with a small kitchen area, and one bathroom. Each bedroom was a double,
with two single beds on opposite sides, two desks, and two chairs... all in
all, pretty standard fare, but not too bad as dormitories go. The living
room had a couple of old couches, and a table and chairs. The bathroom
wasn't in bad shape.  There were two sinks side by side, a stall where the
toilet was, and a single shower with a beige plastic shower curtain. I
could just imagine that the six of us vying for one shower and one toilet
could get problematic.

I was the first to arrive and I was really wondering what my randomly
selected roommate was going to be like, not to mention my other suite
mates. But I was most concerned about my roommate. I hoped we would get
along and that he wouldn't have any obnoxious habits that would drive me
insane.

With these thoughts running through my mind, I took my clothes off and
tossed them in my laundry bag, then I wrapped my towel around my waist and
went to take a shower.

While I was in the shower, I heard the bathroom door open. Someone went
over to sink and started washing his face. I could see through the curtain
that he was about 6' like me, with short dark hair. He was wearing sweats
and sneakers.

"Hey, my name's Brad," he called out. "You must be Eric."

"Yeah," I said, and poked my head out. "How did you know?"

"We're roommates. I saw your name all over your stuff."

"Good call..." I turned off the water and reached out for my towel on the
hook.  I stepped out onto to the tile floor and started to dry off.

Brad turned from the sink and reached out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

I paused while wiping my feet and shook his hand. I was little shy about
standing there naked, but figured it was just like the locker room-no big
deal.

"Nice to meet you too," I said.

"Sorry to walk in on you... no privacy around here, I'm afraid." Brad
laughed and turned back to turn off the water in the sink. "We might as
well break the ice since we'll be sharing that box they call a room!"

"It's okay," I said, "I'm not really that shy. You...?"  "Who me? Well, I
never shared a room before, but if we lay down some basic guidelines I
think we'll have no problems. Obviously with six of sharing just one
bathroom, privacy is pretty much out of the question in here."

"Agreed." I finished toweling off and followed Brad back into our room. We
sat on the beds opposite one another.

"I hope you don't mind, I just chose a bed a random when I got here," I
said.

"Yeah, that's cool, no problem."  Brad kicked off his sneakers, stretched
out on the bare mattress, and then propped himself up on one elbow. "I
guess I have to make this bed but I am not in the mood."

I had already made up my bed. I stood up, and started getting dressed for
dinner. "So what are your sleeping habits like?" I asked as I pulled on my
socks and underwear.

"Well... I go to bed late and I get up pretty early. I have all 8:30s this
semester. You?"

"Shit, me too." I said. "I couldn't get out of it. Freshman always get
stuck with the 8:30s. And I go to bed pretty late myself."

"So that presents our first problem," he said worriedly.

I sat down on the bed again. "How so?"

Brad sat up and faced me. "Well, I might as well just come and say it, but
I don't want you to think I'm a perve or anything."

I laughed. "I think I know where you are going with this. I'm not sure we
should go there!"

"Look, we all do it. There's no way getting around it. I jerk off
like... at least twice a day..."

"Right before bed..." I added.

"And first thing in the morning..."

"And maybe a third time in the afternoon, right?"

We both laughed and gave each other a high five.

"You got a girlfriend?" I asked.

"I did in high school, but she's off at UCLA and we're here in Boston, and
that's that for now, I guess. How about you?"

"Pretty much the same thing. We decided to split up after graduation. But
I'm on the lookout for a new one."

"Me too, so we'll cruise the library together."

"Sounds like a plan," I agreed.

"But that still doesn't address the privacy issue in here."

I thought about it for a second. "Look, you can do your thing in the
morning while I'm in the shower, and vice versa. As for bedtime, that's a
real problem..."

"Yeah, I mean, there's just no way I can go to sleep without jerking off
first."

I understood his point and had to agree. "Look... we'll..." I hesitated,
not knowing how to handle it. "I guess we'll just do our thing while the
other is out of the room. I don't think we'd want to put a sign on the door
or anything...!"

"Yeah... Having a wank, come back later!"

"Right, no way. But we'll just have a rule. Anyone who walks in on anybody-
just act like nothing's going on, so nobody gets embarrassed. Agreed?"

Brad thought about it for a second. "Yeah, right, that sounds like a plan.
And what happens in here stays in here."

"Right."

After a pretty mediocre meal in the cafeteria, Brad and I returned to the
dorms to find that two of our other four roommates had moved in. Tom and
Alex settled into the room immediately next to ours. We spent the first
night smoking weed in the living room and talking about how much we all
needed to get laid.

At about one in the morning, Brad was looking pretty stoned and decided to
go to bed. I decided to stay up a little while longer and hang out with Tom
and Alex who were turning out to be pretty cool. Alex had set up his tv and
dvd player in the living room so that we could all share it, and Tom had
brought a massive porn collection with him from home. 'Feel free to help
yourselves, anytime," he said with a smile and left the bin of dvd on the
table for us to have a good look at. "There's a little something for
everyone."

Alex and I started going through the collection, and held up all the most
outrageous covers for a good laugh... Asian chicks getting gang-banged by
an entire team of football players, blonde Swedish girls with enormous
breasts sucking on gigantic black dicks, and stuff like that.

"Well," Tom said, "they're here if you ever need 'em, and you WILL need
them."

With that, we all decided to call it a night and go to bed. I shut the
lights in the living room, and slowly opened my bedroom door. I expected to
find Brad fast asleep in the dark, but he had a small desk light on that
was pointing down to his bed. He was lying there naked, and was slowly
jerking his dick while looking at an issue of Penthouse. From his
expression, he still looked pretty stoned.

"Shit, man," I said. "Sorry... I didn't know."

Brad looked up briefly. "Remember our agreement? You're not seeing this..."

"Oh yeah, right," I said. "I won't bother you."

But the truth was, I WAS seeing it. Brad's dick was about 7 inches long,
and his pubes were shaved pretty close. He ball sack was tight and
occasionally he reached down to pull on it. He was also uncircumsized, and
as he stroked his dick, his foreskin would cover his dick head and slide
back down again.

I took off my shorts and stood there in my boxers. "Man," I said, "I'm
still buzzed, and horny as hell."

"Yeah, me to. That's why I needed to come in here for a wank. Here..." he
reached under the bed and pulled out an issue of Playboy and tossed it to
me."

"Thanks...but... I'll save it for later..."

"Man, don't be a prude," he said with a laugh and turned the page of his
own magazine. "Shit," he whispered to himself... look at the pussy on this
one."  He held the centerfold so that I could get a good look of this girl
spreading her cunt lips for the camera.

That was about all I needed. I got into bed and started to play with my own
dick inside my boxers. I wasn't ready to take them off completely,
though. I was hard in seconds.

Brad looked over at me. "You need some lube?"

"Yeah," I said, "you got any?"

"Yeah, somewhere. I don't use it when I jerk off 'cause I'm uncut and
pretty much don't need it. But I keep some around for when I want to fuck a
chick up the ass."

He stood up, and his dick stood at attention. He walked over the closet,
fished around, and found a bottle of lube. He tossed it over to me.

I slid off my boxers and drizzled some lube onto my dick. "What do you
mean, you don't really need it 'cause you're uncircumsized."

Brad laughed, and stood in front of my bed.  "I bet you've never seen an
uncut dick before."

"No, I haven't it."

"Look," he said, "my own precum usually serves as enough of a lubricant for
the foreskin to slide back and forth easily." He demonstrated the mechanism
so that I could see how it worked.

"That's pretty damn cool... I can't imagine what it feels like..."

Before I could say another word, Brad said "It's cool with me if you want
to put your hand on to see for yourself. It's the only way you'll ever
know..."

"I...no thanks... I can't touch another guy's dick..."

"Yeah, well, you're pretty comfortable with your own. A dick's a dick you
know.  But if you're chicken shit, then forget it."

"No, I'm not like that..." I said. "Sure, I'd like to see what it feels
like, I suppose."

"Cool."

I sat up in bed and Brad stood facing me. His dick was right in front of my
face, and he continued to stroke it slowly.  He paused and lifted off his
hand.  "OK, go on, don't be chicken."

I reached out and put my hand on his dick. At first I couldn't believe what
I was doing. Brad shuffled his feet a closer to my bed, and his dick moved
in towards me. I suddenly became aware of a strange odor. "Wo... I
said... you need a shower."

Brad laughed. "Yeah, I guess I do... that happens when you're
uncircumsized--- the dick odor can be pretty intense sometimes. But I kind
of like it... Now move the foreskin up and down," he said.

I must have been a little too rough with the first couple of strokes
because Brad winced and pulled back.

"Wo, easy guy. An uncut dick is REALLY sensitive. Especially right under
the head were the foreskin attaches. You gotta be careful."

"Right," I said. "I gotya." I continued to stroke his dick, and watched as
the foreskin came up over the head and closed, and then went down again. My
own dick was pretty hard, and I unconsciously started stroking it with my
other hand.

Brad closed his eyes. "I'm getting close," he moaned. "Whatever you do, be
a pal and don't stop."

I couldn't believe what was happening. I wanted to let go, but I could see
that he was almost over the edge and didn't want to let him down. I
continued to stroke him as he rocked his hips against me.

Suddenly he started to shoot, and the cum hit me on the shoulder and across
the mouth and face.

"Shit!" I said. I could actually taste his cum on my tongue. It was strong
and salty. "Shit man!"

I let go of both his dick and mine and wiped my arm across me face. "I
wasn't ready for that."

Brad stepped back and opened his eyes. "Oh, sorry dude. But that was
fucking great."

He sat back on his bed and faced me. His dick was still pretty hard, and
there was still cum on the head.  "I like the taste of my own cum,
actually," he said. "Sorry if it grosses you out..."

He squeezed the rest of him cum into his hand and brought it to his
mouth. I watched with fascination as he sniffed at it a second, and then
lapped it up.

"If it makes you feel any better," he said, "I'll reciprocate and take your
load in my mouth. I don't mind swallowing yours. Fair is fair."

He got down on his knees right in front of me and pushed my legs apart. My
dick sprang upwards and met his mouth.  "I... really can't..." I said in
mild protest, but it was too late. He lowered his mouth onto my dick and
started sucking. He choked for a second, pulled back, and then went down
again. Then he paused again and said, "Shit, man, this is fucking
strange..." He closed his eyes and continued sucking.

His mouth felt so good that despite my hesitation, I didn't protest any
further.  I felt my own cum rising up my shaft.... and it felt
fantastic. In just a few seconds I shot a hot load right down his throat.

I sat back on the bed, in shock at what had just happened.

"I can't believe this," I said quietly. "I'm not gay."

"Yeah, I'm not gay either," Brad said, and turned out his desk light. "It's
no big fucking deal, don't think too much about it.

I got under the covers and turned on my side. The funny thing was that I
couldn't help but think about it, and I tossed and turned for what seemed
like hours.