Date: Mon, 02 Dec 2002 10:16:24 -0800
From: JG
Subject: Me and roomie for the first time

I had never seen another guy's hard-on before.  Let me rephrase that.
Another man's hard-on.  When we were boys we used to run around naked in the
woods, go skinny-dipping, stuff like that.  Our little boners thwapped
against our stomachs as we ran around together, but there was nothing sexual
about it.

Sitting here on his bed, staring at my room-mate's very erect cock as he
stood naked in front of me, this was new.  The thing looked so large and
menacing, and I wondered what mine looked like from this angle.  I'd only
seen mine from the top down staring back at me.  I'd have to guess it wasn't
this big, it sure didn't look it.  Perception changes everything.

We'd spent the night wooing and tempting two girls into our separate
bedrooms after a night in the bars, and we might have been more successful
if we hadn't spent the whole night laughing at each other's private jokes.
The girls must have felt pretty left out, but we were a couple of idiots
like that.  We couldn't get enough of each other's company.

A lot of people thought we were gay, which offended me, not for my sake, but
for his.  I didn't want people to think that about him.  I never cared what
anyone thought of me.  We talked about that once.  Neither one of us had
ever been with a guy.  He'd had more girls than me, but he was a slut.

After a bottle of wine with the girls and a few Jack Daniels in the kitchen,
and a couple of uppers (so we could stay awake and keep it up all night), we
coaxed the girls into our rooms.

I had my hand down her pants and my finger in her snatch, she had just
wrapped her hand around my johnson down the front of my jeans, I had my
shirt off and she was down to bare tits, and her friend bursts into the room
crying about my asshole room-mate and she was leaving, and all that.

Blondie kissed me deeply and apologized, hoping I understood that friendship
went deeper than a romp in the sack.  Boy, did I understand that.

I walked her to the door and poured a couple more Jacks for the asshole and
me.  I found him lying on his bed, shirtless, reading a Penthouse.

We downed them and he confessed he thought he'd gone wrong when he told his
chick that he thought I had bigger tits than she did.  It's true, my pecs
were my pride and joy, but this guy just doesn't know when to zip it.  Note
to roomie: if you're unzipped down there, zip it up there and shut up and
enjoy the ride next time.  So she screams at him that maybe he'd be better
off just sleeping with me, and she hopes he enjoys it.

So he hits the showers and I'm reading this month's Penthouse while I wait,
good and horny now, then I hit the showers.  When I came out he was standing
in the hall between our rooms in his bikini briefs.  He apologized for
ruining the night and told me he'd been thinking about what his bitch said.

He figured she's right, if we keep up with the private conversations in
public and the inside jokes we might as well just do each other, because no
chick will put up with that shit.  I tell him I was doing OK until we were
interrupted, and he reminds me that to the best of his knowledge, we've both
been jerking off alone for some time now, so fuck off and all that.

All the time I'm noticing his crotch is growing, and soon I'm mesmerized as
the tip of his cock frees itself from the waistband of his briefs.  I've
seen his half woody in the morning as he stumble out of his room past mine
for a piss, but never like this.  And I know mine is growing too at the
thought of all this doing each other talk, `cause he's staring at the front
of my towel.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his bedroom, out of sight of the
windows where our nosy neighbors across the courtyard like to watch us come
in and out of the bathroom with nothing on.  Guess watching a couple of
naked college jocks helps that couple fire it up in bed, I don't know.  Mr.
and Mrs. Kinky.  He shut the bedroom door and I sat down on his bed.

"How about it?" he asked.  "It's just one night."  Getting it off with my
room-mate, big decision.

And I'm still considering the ramifications of this as he suddenly slithers
out of his briefs and stands full-on naked in front of me.  His mammoth rod
is staring me in the face and I'm thinking `what if I just licked the tip of
that right now?' and then wondering where the hell that faggot thought just
came from.

So I look up past it at him and he just reaches down and pulls open my towel
to admire my raging rod.  I scramble back on to the bed and lay down, and he
jumps on top of me and start lays on top of me, rubbing his dick against
mine.

And then I felt his urgency increase and he suddenly just kissed me deep on
the lips.  Then he's kissing my neck and chest then he starts licking my
nipple.  "Fuck, you do have bigger tits than she did!" he says, and we're
laughing and rolling around as I grab his ass.  "And you're ass is almost as
sweet as hers", I answer, and he gets all pretend mad because I said
`almost'.

We rolled around kissing until I was on top of him, then he reached down and
just wrapped his fist around my dick, and whistles appreciatively through
his teeth.  But I'm on fire now, so I start pumping his fist like I'm
fucking a cunt, and he doesn't move his hand at all as I do all the work on
top of him.  I'm up on my arms and I look down and realize he's staring at
my face.  A little while later I discover what a turn-on that is when he's
on top of me and I'm watching him build to an orgasm.

I came and shot and dumped and sprayed and spewed my cum between us, what a
fucking mess.  And he keeps telling me its OK as I spasm and shudder and
moan and finish in a heap on top of him.  He's holding me close as I pant
into his neck until I can breathe again.  Without even cleaning up he rolls
us over and I get to touch him there for the first time, and its huge in my
hand.  We did it the same way again for him and I watched him strain and
arch and finally look me right in the eye and shoot a load all over my
stomach, and I was hard again just at the wonder of it.

We went to the shower together and cleaned each other up, then he suggested
we spend the night in my bed because his is a mess and its too late at night
to change the sheets.  It was 3 a.m. and we passed out till noon.

Nothing ever happened again until the last night in our apartment together.
We were both moving out the next day and boxes were packed.  We stayed up to
finish up the last of our booze, and then went to our separate rooms to
sleep until our dads came to move us out the next morning.

I just had my shirt unbuttoned when he came in shirtless with his jeans
undone and just looked at me.  "It's our last night together, bro."  And
then we just started ripping our clothes off as fast as we could but he got
naked faster and I looked up to see him jump on me as I struggled with a
sock.  We fell back on my bed and laughed and wrestled for the first time
since that night we had sex, and made up for lost time.

I sucked cock for the first time and he did, too.  Now, ten years and a wife
four kids later for me, he's married himself and we're both doing OK.  But
if he walked into my life right now I'd make up a lie to my wife, rent a
motel room and spend the night with my college roomie one last time.