Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2006 16:11:40 -0500
From: Mike K <mike_k20@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Roommate Chris

Insert your standard disclaimer here - you've gotta be old enough to read
this, this is a work of pure fiction, this contains acts of sex between two
guys, you can't post this anywhere else, you know - blah blah, blah blah,
blah blah, whatever. There's nothin' to see here people, move along...

...oh, but I want to make this much crystal clear: Any resemblances to
anyone or anything are purely coincidental.

Be prepared to become really horny as you read this story. I can't say
anything more without giving away too much. :P


My Roommate Chris
By Mike K.
mike_k20@hotmail.com


Hey. My name's Mack. I'm 25, and gay. I feel like reminiscing about some of
my experiences from college, as does my, ah...  roommate. Roommate? OK, so
he's not just my roommate now, but I want to save that part for the end.

I started my first year at Miami (Florida) University when I was 18. I was
wondering what it would be like there. High school ended on not the best of
notes, as in March of my senior year, I broke up with my boyfriend of three
years. Somehow we had both made it through high school without being outed,
but the heartbreak lingered through much of my summer. I couldn't make a
decision on where to go to college until summer, and I decided on Miami, so
I could try to make a fresh start without being surrounded by too many bad
memories (before you ask, I'm originally from Tampa).

My roommate was a guy named Chris. Right from the moment I saw him, I had
bad feelings about the winter semester ahead.  Why? He was a major stud,
and I knew it'd take every ounce of effort to not throw myself at him. I
wasn't about to start my college career in an ugly fashion. But,
damn...when I walked into my dorm room that first day and saw him - about
5'9, I'm guessing (I was 5'8), and wearing one of those athletic sleeveless
shirts that looks like it clings to you when you wear it, I just about lost
all self-control right there. I did my best not to stare at him too long -
at least not when he'd notice. He was real friendly - he had a laid-back
kind of personality. Still...I thought it best not to reveal to him that I
was gay. I found out that he was almost 20 and in his second year here.

Despite my best efforts, it would only be three weeks before he found out
about me.

One evening, I was sitting on the couch in the main part of our room. I was
simply taking a load off, when Chris walked in. It would be this day that
my self-control when it came to staring at him was overruled, for he was
shirtless when he walked in. He walked in the door, and caution walked
out. He was really lean. His chest had definition without being
ridiculously large. And his abs - he was ripped! He had an eight-pack,
though one pair of muscles wasn't easily noticeable. He went to the
bathroom, and when he walked out, he saw me staring right at him.

"Like what you see, huh?"

Most guys in my position might panic, but I was just hypnotized by the
sight in front of me. I was at a loss for words. I continued to watch him
as he walked over to me.

"Go on, feel my stomach," Chris said to me.

And I did. Mmmmm...his abs were as hard as they looked, and I couldn't help
but rub them up and down.

Forcing myself out of my complete stupor for a moment, I asked him, "You
had these abs for very long?"

"Yeah. I've had at least a six-pack for a good three years now, and I've
been working to keep it an eight ever since I started here."

"Wow..." By that point, I let my hand settle just a little bit above his
navel. Unfortunately, I was also sporting an undisguised and very
noticeable hard-on. Of course, Chris did notice.

"Yeah, yeah, I figured," he said. "Hey, uh, lemme catch a quick shower and
I'll be right back."

"Alright." It wasn't until after he left that it dawned on me. Whoa, wait a
minute - he knew something about me. Uh oh - he must know either that I'm
gay or at least that I'm attracted to him. But why did he not say anything
about it? I thought that to be rather odd, but no matter. I closed my eyes
and focused on the image of me rubbing his hard abs. I played the scene
over and over again in my head, even after Chris had returned from his
shower.

A few minutes after he returned, he said to me, "Mack."

I opened my eyes and saw him standing there in the room, wearing only a
pair of shorts. He motioned for me to follow him, and headed for his
bedroom. I was rather perplexed, but followed him anyway.

He stood at the doorway, and directed me to have a seat on his bed. When I
did, he closed the door behind him. Uh oh - a sign of trouble!

Chris noticed my eyes go wide when he shut the door. "Hey, relax man, it's
alright," he said. Then he moved toward the bed.  Defying my danger
instincts, I moved backward to give him room. He knelt down on one knee in
front of me.

"So, uh, I think it's obvious that you're attracted to me," he said. I
tensed up at his statement. He paused, probably waiting for me to
respond. But my mouth wouldn't work, and then my lip began to quiver.

"Ummm...Mack...are you gay?" he asked me. Despite the fact that I was
fighting hard to not burst into tears, my dam would have burst if he hadn't
asked me in a low, almost soft voice. My lip quivering harder now, I could
only nod.

He put a hand on my shoulder. "Hey...don't feel bad about it, man." Then he
looked me right in the eyes for a few seconds before he spoke again. "This
has gotta be real hard for you, huh? Being gay and having a roommate that
you're so attracted to.  You do like my body, don't you?"

Okay...now THAT was a tension breaker. Mysteriously, I found the ability to
speak again. "Yeah," I said with a shrug.

"Don't sweat it. A lot of both girls and guys do." He stood up on the
bed. I took in the sight of him standing right before me.  Then I noticed
him directing me to come closer. I gave him a questioning look.

"I got a feeling you've thought about things you'd like to do with a guy
like me - and don't lie and try to say that you don't. Why don't you,
uh...show me some of the things you want to do? Just...don't rip off my
shorts right yet."

I was getting confused and thought he was sending really mixed signals.
Then, as if suddenly, it just registered in my brain that this was a "go
ahead", and my brain just latched onto that. I decided that I would take
things slow at first, and made my move - I crawled over to him and knelt in
front of him. I stared directly at his abs, and wrapped my arm around his
waist behind him.  Then I closed my eyes and began to delicately lick his
abs. I could feel Chris's body relax as I licked along the muscles of his
stomach. I licked a trail down to his navel and poked my tongue
inside. With my available hand, I felt his crotch. He was now sporting a
hard-on, too. I went back to licking Chris's abs as I rubbed his dick
through his shorts.

This went on for about a minute before Chris said in a strained voice,
"MMMMMMMaack...I'm...losin' it...here."

I didn't think he could hold out any longer, and I thought it best to not
have him cum in his pants. So, as fast as I could, I yanked down his shorts
and underwear and took his dick into my mouth. My tongue had only just
touched his dick when he let out a loud
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHH"
and let loose. I relaxed my mouth, careful not to scrape him with my teeth,
and eagerly drank his cum. He gripped my shoulders hard, probably in an
effort to stay standing. I swallowed his every drop, and kept my mouth on
his dick until it finally deflated and I let him slip out.

"Open your legs," I said. I resolved to slip between his legs and let him
fall forward onto the bed, which I accomplished without trouble. After he
hit, he flipped over. He was out of breath. I sat down next to him on the
bed and caressed his abs once again with my hand. I also slipped his shorts
and underwear, which were at his ankles, completely off. It was too bad
that I didn't have instant access to a camera right then and there - a
picture of him naked and prone on his bed was one that I would loved to
have taken. After a couple of minutes, Chris finally began to come down
from his orgasm.

"UNgghhhhhhh......thanks," he said in a weak, tired voice. "I hadn't blown
for a couple of days."

"Lemme give you a few minutes to get your strength back. I gotta go to the
bathroom anyway."

"Okay." I made sure to close the bedroom door on my way out.

Actually, I didn't really have to go to the bathroom, I just wanted to.
Yeah, I was really horned up. I shot a big load thinking about how I had
just worked Chris up to the point of no return and sucked him off.

I returned to find Chris still on his bed, half lying down and half
sitting.  He was still in the buff.

I asked him, "So you let yourself build up for a couple of days? Why?"

He answered, "It's a habit I got into doing last year. Every few weeks I'd
hook up with someone for a hot night. I eventually started to hold off
relieving myself to make myself get even more into it.  Just one year here
so far and already this baby's got a history." He was patting his dick as
he said that last sentence. I had to chuckle at his last comment. Then I
got to thinking - this guy likes putting his dick to use. He's found out
that I'm gay only today. I wonder how long I'd have before he might want to
fuck me? For whatever reason, while I was thinking, I was staring right at
his dick - a fact not lost on Chris.

"You want some more of this?" he asked me, a grin forming on his face.

I was caught off guard for a second by the forwardness of his question, and
I hesitated. "Uhhh..."

"I'm just guessing, but it seems like you do want some more of my dick
besides that quick blow. I don't know why else you'd be staring at it like
you are."

"Well, I uh..." I stopped to think about what he'd just said - clearly it
wouldn't bother him if he wanted more from me. He stood up again.

"I've heard that gay guys fall into one of two areas - those who want to
fuck, and those who want to be fucked. I don't mean to make you any more
uncomfortable, but I have to wonder - which one are you?"

"I've done both with my ex," I answered. "Hey, wait a second...why do you
want to know?" It had occurred to me that he might want to fuck me tonight,
and when I asked him, I had a knowing look on my face.

"Well..."

"Well what? I think I know how you wanted me to answer, and don't YOU lie
about it."

"Uhhmmm......okay, you're right. I was wondering if you, uh... - " his
voice lightened, as if to feel guilty " - might want me to fuck you."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, but only to put up a front. To tell you the
truth, I really didn't mind that much. It wasn't that I was an "easy guy,"
but I had no idea how long it would be until I found a new boyfriend here
at Miami, and up until now, I wasn't sure if I wanted to just hold off on
having sex until then or not - that could take one month or many months.

Chris reacted to my silence as though he'd been wrong, and sat back down on
the bed. He said, "I'm sorry."

I barely paid attention - I was spacing out just thinking about being bent
over the bed, with Chris's cock buried in my ass, moving in and
out...mmmmmm!! My own dick was definitely responsive to that.

And guess who was responsive to my dick coming to attention? "What you
thinking about?"

"Uhhh......nothing."

Chris laughed. "Don't look like nothing. You must be thinking about
something to be getting a rise there."

"Well, I...ummm..."

"Could it have something to do with this?" He was standing once again, and
had a hand on his shaft, which was growing as he spoke.

"Errrr..."

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?"

The awkwardness of the moment had gotten to me, so I decided to break it.
"Yeah, okay, you're right," I said with resignation.  Chris opened his
mouth to speak again, but I raised a hand to tell him not to. I wanted to
say something else, but couldn't find the words. After a couple of minutes,
Chris lost his patience and spoke up again.

"Mack - is there something else you want to do? Because if not, then we're
done here and you can leave my room."

I thought quickly for a couple of seconds before I said, "Welllll...there
might be...I'm just not sure if I want to go through with it."

"What's that?" Then it must have dawned on him what I was referring to, as
he followed up by asking me, "Oh...do you mean fucking up the ass?"

That made me turn red with embarassment. I just sat there, too embarassed
to say anything more.

Chris knelt down next to me. He leaned toward an ear and whispered, "Just
so you know...I have fucked another guy before, so don't think it'd be
weird to ask me to. But all this talk of that is getting me real horny
again. I won't do it if you don't want me to, but if that's the case, then
say so right now."

I decided right then that I didn't want to let this opportunity go to
waste.  "Naw......let's do it. I can trust you to keep this between us,
can't I?"

"Of course. What kind of roommate would I be if I didn't?"

"Just so you know...that was what I was thinking about a little bit ago." I
gave as much of a detailed description as I could.

"Alright...is that how you want to do it?"

"Sure." I started to strip naked.

"I'll be right back. I'm gonna shut off everything, including our cell
phones. Wouldn't want to be interrupted, would we?"

"Hell, no."

By the time he returned to his bedroom, I had just finished stripping. I
watched him as he searched his room for something.  After about fifteen
seconds, he retrieved a bottle of lubricant.

"Shit! I just remembered...I'm all out of condoms, man."

I'd thrown out the ones I'd had before moving on campus, so that meant it
was bareback or a no go. "Don't worry about it. We'll remember to have one
on hand if we do this again. I mean, you are clean, aren't you?"

"Yeah. I've only gone without a couple of times, and never with any girl.
And those who I fucked without one have insisted that I get checked
afterwards. I guess it's easier to catch something from fucking a guy than
a girl?"

"That's usually how it goes. But I'm clean, too."

"Alright."

I walked over to where Chris was standing. "I'll bend myself over the side
of the bed. But I want to know something...how much am I taking?"

Chris chuckled and answered, "'Bout...7 inches. A little bit more than
that."

I then walked over to one of the longer sides of the bed and bent myself
over so that the top half of my body was resting on the bed. I pulled
myself open a good amount - I didn't want my legs to be so far apart that
it would look like I was doing splits.

"You think you could loosen my ass hole with your fingers?" I asked Chris.

"Sure. To be honest, I think that's a little weird to have to do that, but
guys have told me that it can hurt if they're not good and loosened up,
so......ehhh, whatever."

Chris started with one finger, which was coated with lube. Outwardly, I
barely responded to it. That prompted him to add a second finger right
away. "Two's good for now," I said. I relaxed while he moved his fingers
around, sometimes in an "in and out" motion. I twitched suddenly when he
found my prostate.

"Looks like I found that certain spot," he said. He then moved both
fingertips to my prostate, and began rubbing that area. I couldn't suppress
my appreciation for that if I tried.

"OK, that's enough," I told him after several seconds. "Please...fuck me
now."

I looked back to see him lube up his cock with his left hand, while keeping
his two fingers from his right hand in my ass. I then faced forward again,
just in time for him to remove both fingers and put the head of his cock at
my entrance.

"Alright...just relax now," Chris said. I nodded.

He began pushing in, and I pushed out to make it easier for him. He didn't
stop pushing until his cockhead was in. I let out a gasp as it popped in,
and my breaths became heavy for a few seconds. Then, Chris began to slide
in slowly. The only pain of any kind was when the head popped in, and that
went away once he began moving in. There was a little discomfort as Chris
slid in, but it was nothing I couldn't handle - I just let my body relax as
he entered. He was definitely thick - he felt really big inside my ass. By
the time he was all the way in, even the discomfort had passed, so now
there was only the good feeling of his cock inside me, filling my ass. Once
he was all in, he paused for a moment. I felt his cock throb when his balls
hit my ass.

"Mmmmmm......damn...you're still pretty tight," Chris said to me. I
responded by gently squeezing his cock with my ass muscles. "Mmmmmmmm..."
Chris moaned in appreciation.

"Feel good in there?" he asked me.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yeeaaahhhh. Wait just a little bit, okay?"

I shifted slightly and arched my ass up a little bit so I could relax and
focus solely on the sensation of Chris's hard cock buried in there. I
counted slowly to fifteen, then gave his cock another gentle squeeze.

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then this is it, man." Chris leaned over as close to my ear as he
could before he whispered, "Trust me...you'll enjoy this ride that I'm
about to give you."

"Mmmmm.." I knew that this would last quite a while due to him having cum
earlier.

He started by moving back and forth just a little bit. I guess his goal was
to start small and build up to a full motion. It really felt good to stay
filled with most of his cock, and feeling it moving back and forth against
the muscle walls of my ass made it even better. About every five to ten
seconds, I would give a moan.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhh..."

"You like it already, huh?" Chris asked me. I noticed there was now
something different about his voice - he sounded somewhat more masculine.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...yeaahhhh. ... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Heh, heh, heh...you're lucky that these dorms here actually have
soundproof walls, 'cause I know how to drive both girls and guys wild with
this bad boy."

He punctuated that statement by increasing the length at which he moved in
and out. If I had to guess, he was now moving at about a 2 or 3 inch length
- about a third of his full dick length. His speed only slightly increased
- probably only from more length. I continued to moan about every five to
ten seconds. Chris kept up this rhythm for a couple of minutes, until I
felt him come to a stop at one point where he'd pulled back at 2 or 3
inches.  Immediately after, he thrust forward as fast as he could, which
drew a louder moan from me. He then moved back and forth over those 2-3
inches quickly, gradually slowing down until he stopped once again at the
same point as before. Then, he repeated his tactic of pushing back in as
quick as he could, and followed that with the same quick movements which
would slow down to the stop. He repeated this cycle several more times over
the next couple of minutes before he came to his final stop with his full
length inside me.

"Ready for even more?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeeeessssssss...."

Now he began to fuck me with all but about an inch or two of his dick. He
was definitely moving at a faster speed than at 2-3 inches, but it was nice
and steady, not yet rapid. By now, I was more than happy that I'd decided
to let Chris fuck me - it just felt too good for me to think that I
shouldn't have. After about a minute of fucking at this rhythm, Chris slid
his right arm underneath my chest. He pulled me upright a little bit. As I
began to wonder what he was up to, I felt his breath on the left side of my
neck. Then I felt his tongue on a spot near the base. He licked that spot
back and forth for several seconds. As he did, my moans gave way to more
animalistic groans. After a couple of groans, Chris began to suck on the
spot he'd been licking.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeeaaahhhhhhhhh..." I moaned. The combined
sensations of his dick fucking me in my ass, his arm around my chest
holding me next to him, and his mouth sucking my neck - it was absolute
ecstacy, and it just felt perfect.  I was beginning to shiver with delight
from all this pleasure, and it kept up for several minutes. Chris would
alternate between sucking and licking more on my neck.

At one point, Chris stopped sucking on my neck so he could whisper in my
ear again. "It feels so good to be fuckin' your tight ass with my
dick. ... Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, yeeaaahhhh...so nice and hot in there..." He
buried his full length in my ass and started nibbling on my ear. He didn't
stop fucking me, but with the way he was stretched to lean over me, he
couldn't move in and out more than the one inch or so like when he had
started. I could feel his teeth on my ear, but he wasn't biting hard at
all.  After about a minute, he pulled back from my ear and put his mouth
back on my neck. He went back to sucking on it and fucking me as he had
before. By now, my own dick was aching - it was fully hard and wanting to
grow past its full length. We were both really sweaty as well.

Over the next few minutes, I could feel Chris gradually start to fuck me
with what remaining inches of his dick that he wasn't already. With the
exception of my aching hard-on, I felt like my body had just melted into
his grip. There was no question about it - Chris was a much better lover
than my ex-boyfriend ever was, even if this sex was out of lust rather than
love. Chris pulled me backward away from the bed just a little bit, and
grasped my hard dick with his left hand. He began jerking it to the rhythm
of his fucking.

After a couple more minutes, Chris whispered in my ear once again. "I've
gotta speed this up now - I want to move into the homestretch."

Translation: He was either getting close or just wanting to cum. He sped up
both his fucking and jerking. He was now going fast enough where he
couldn't keep sucking on my neck, but that didn't matter to me. Just before
he stopped, I could feel him leave teeth marks. Then he pulled his head
up. His close-sounding grunts told me that his head was still pretty close
to mine. About five minutes passed before his rhythm was so fast that I had
to believe he was at his maximum. His grunts would end up mixing with my
moans. A little over a minute later, we couldn't hold back any longer - I
began to shoot onto the side of the bed, and he began to shoot into my
ass. He buried himself balls-deep when he started shooting. Even though he
was cumming for the second time that night, he still managed to shoot quite
a few loads into me.  We were at the peak of our orgasms for almost a
minute, and then we slumped against the side of the bed, exhausted. Barely,
he was able to free his arm from under me. I felt him place his arms on the
bed alongside mine. It didn't matter that I was at that moment pinned
between the bed and the weight of Chris's body - I was too spent to
care. It took Chris longer to come down from his orgasm than me from mine,
but again, I didn't care. I felt his dick gradually soften inside of me,
but he kept whatever length he had inside.

He whispered to me once he was finally able to speak. "So, Mack...did you
enjoy the ride like I said you would?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, yeesssssss. My ex couldn't hope to compare to you," I
whispered back.

"Since I would imagine that you're pretty worn out, do you want to just
sleep on one side of my bed tonight?"

"Sure. Grab the pillow from my bed, will you?"

"Yeah."

Chris's now soft dick slipped from my ass, and he left the room. I slipped
onto the bed, and crawled my way up. I pulled his pillow to the left side,
and lay my head on it. I also grasped it with both hands. I looked back
when I heard Chris walk back in.  He had a towel as well as my pillow. He
closed his door behind us, set the pillow on the bed, and cleaned both of
us off. He also cleaned off the bed as much as he could. Then, he laid down
on the bed next to me. To my surprise, he draped an arm over my back and
started pulling me closer. I turned onto my side with my back to him, and
he wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled into his embrace, and I felt his
dick nestling between my ass cheeks. Then I relaxed, and I purred as I
soaked in this feeling of the closeness of our two bodies.

"Good night, Mack. Pleasant dreams," Chris whispered to me.

"You, too."

It didn't take very long before I drifted off to a blissful slumber. This
night would definitely be one to remember.

TO BE CONTINUED...

"TO BE CONTINUED" because I have more planned for this story. I don't have
a concrete second installment written yet, however, but I figured this
first installment was good enough to start the story with.

What do you think of the story? Did you like it? Not like it? Was it too
sexual for you? Not sexual enough (God forbid!)?  Whatever you think of the
story, I want to hear it from you! You can e-mail me at
mike_k20@hotmail.com .

BTW...those of you who have also read my current ongoing story Weekend to
Remember may note that both stories have a character named Chris. There is
NO connection between this story and that one. Speaking of Weekend, I'm
really losing interest in that story and in writing more beyond it. My
responses for that story have pretty much dwindled away to nothing, and
it's made me feel really disappointed. I'm actually thinking of going back
and re-writing the story over again, but I'm not 100% sure on that yet. My
life will start getting really busy once it's May, so most of my free time
is what I have between now and then. This story was one I was writing bit
by bit off to the side, and gradually I grew more interested in it. I
consider this story to be by far the most erotic story I've written so far
to date. I suppose we all have a little "freak" in ourselves. ;)